Personality V: I will save everything

"Like an innocent child."

This is the most honest evaluation of Carl given by the survivors in the original manor after spending the past few days together.

He is like an innocent and naive child, as if he was born and raised in honey. His eyes are full of innocence and curiosity, and he is full of strong interest in everything around him.

Whether it was a blooming flower or a flying insect, it would attract his attention and wonder. He would touch the petals with his fingers and feel their softness; he would chase the insect and try to catch it, but he couldn't bear to hurt it.

Carl always smiles and is kind to everyone. He does not discriminate against others based on their status or position, but communicates and interacts with them as equals. He will take the initiative to greet others, ask about their recent situation, and care about their lives. His smile is as warm as the sun, making people feel comfortable and at ease.

But the more Carl behaves like this, the more weird it will feel to the survivors in the original version.

My goodness, the people who came from another world before could more or less see each other's shadows, but this Carl who came here now and the undertaker are completely the opposite, right? !

Apart from the fact that they look a bit similar, you can't tell at all that he is the undertaker from another world!

Just like now.

"Hug me!" Carl opened his arms, raised his head, looked at Valletta expectantly, and said coquettishly.

This scene was like going back to the past. Carl was still a little kid at that time. Every time he ran into Violetta in the corridor, he would ask her to hug him. Violetta always smiled and met his request, hugging him tightly.

However, Carl has grown up now and has surpassed Violetta in height. Despite this, he still retains his innocence and dependence.

"Karl, I'm so sorry..." Violetta smiled apologetically, gently stroked Karl's face, and said softly: "You are no longer the little baby who is not even as high as my knees. I can no longer hold you."

Hearing this, Carl was a little disappointed, but soon made a new request: "Then... carry me on your back!" He put his arms around Valletta's neck with a sly smile on his face.

Looking at Carl's cute appearance, Valletta smiled helplessly and thought: It seems that Carl will not be able to walk this section of the road on his own today.

So she bent down and carried Carl on her back.

Carl lay on Violetta's back and laughed happily: "Sister Violetta is the best." He rubbed the back of Violetta's head with his cheek intimately, enjoying the warm hug.

Valletta carried Carl on her back, as if she had returned to many years ago, when Carl was just a little baby. At that time, he loved lying in Valletta's arms and listening to her stories.

Now the little baby has grown up.

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"Ah, you want to hear me tell a story about another manor?"

After a few days of getting along, Carl always behaved like a spoiled child.

So some of the survivors, such as the lawyer, magician, painter, and perfumer, thought it would be easy to deceive a kid like this, and wanted to get some information about the other manor from Carl.

"Hmm... I don't know. Can I say it in my own way?"

"Of course, go ahead." Singing is actually fine, the magician thought. Sometimes, children can easily reveal something.

After making sure, Carl ran away, and when he came back, he was holding several toys in his hands.

There are dolls wearing skirts, little soldiers wearing soldier costumes, teddy bears, and toy rabbits.

"........."

Does this child want to play house?

The lawyer thought so as he watched this scene.

But what Carl did next scared everyone present.

Because he first picked up the toy bear, then grabbed the toy bear's head and pulled its head off.

The same thing happened to the other dolls, all of which were torn to pieces by Carl.

"Sure enough, even in another world, a undertaker is still a undertaker." The painter thought with a twitching eye.

However, it was not until this time that Carl's story was finally ready to begin.

"We are like these broken dolls." Carl picked up the remains of a doll from the table.

"Broken... incomplete... we are torn apart by all kinds of suffering."

As Carl spoke, he pieced the doll back together bit by bit, but since it had been torn into pieces by Carl, it would be difficult to keep it in its original shape even if he put it back together.

"No matter how hard we try, we have already been shattered into pieces and can never return to our original state."

Karl suddenly raised his head and spoke directly to the people in front of him.

"The only way is to turn back time, to before I tore these dolls apart, and stop this."

Carl’s gray eyes stared straight at the four people in front of him, making them feel that Carl was not looking at them, but looking directly into their souls.

"That's what the landlords in our world do."

"The lame tin soldier accompanied his music box dancer, the wandering soldier found his way home, the lost sailor found his route, the imitation had its true appearance, the soul in a foreign land returned to its homeland, the relationship broken by misunderstanding was repaired, and the dark underground welcomed the warm sunshine."

Carl just spoke leisurely like that.

"There are many more things besides this, but the only thing that is certain is that everyone is happy. This is our world."

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"So you understand what Carl from that world is saying?"

The painter was confused. What on earth was going on?!

The lame tin soldier?

Wandering soldier?

Lost Sailor?

Imitation?

A soul in a foreign land?

What the hell is this?!

"As the only one among us with a lame leg, I think we should save the clown at the supervisor's place... Hey, wait a minute!"

Originally, the lawyer said it jokingly, but after he said it, he realized that the names Carl said seemed to have examples, right?

[The lame tin soldier accompanies his music box dancer.]

This should be what Carl was hinting at regarding the relationship between the clown and the dancer. Indeed, in the other world, they were not only married, but also had two children. They looked very happy.

"Then could the others also be referring to people on our side?" The perfumer felt that if he continued talking along this line, he might be able to find more corresponding people and things.

【The wandering soldiers found their way home. 】

"Among us... when we mention [soldiers], the first two that come to mind should be the air force and the mercenaries, right?"

The survivors all know that the current air force is fake. The original air force acted on its own initiative and wanted to try whether suicide could help them leave here, but ended up dying.

Oh....that stupid guy...

But even so, the Air Force doesn't seem to have much to do with [Wandering Soldiers].

But looking back at the mercenary, everyone knows that he is a soldier from Nepal, and his biggest dream is to make more money and then return to Nepal.

"So... it is highly likely that the [wandering soldiers] are mercenaries."

The lawyer analyzed, holding his chin.

"So [The wandering soldiers found their way home], does that mean the mercenaries have made enough money and returned to Nepal?"

"That's all we can think of for now." After all, Carl's words just now may have been mixed with a lot of his subjective rewriting. They may not know what exactly happened, but they can make this conclusion first.

"So what about the next sentence? [The lost sailor found his way back to his homeland]. Has anyone among us ever been a sailor?" The magician thought about it carefully. Not to mention that few of them had ever been sailors, there were not many who had anything to do with water.

"I don't think they are necessarily sailors. It's possible..." The lawyer thought of a possibility, "It's possible that Carl saw them as people who just stayed on the ship and sailed around, so he called them all sailors. But in fact, the sailor he was talking about could also be the captain or..."

"First mate!!!!" four people shouted in unison.

Yes, because Carl didn’t look very old, so he probably couldn’t tell the difference between a sailor and a first mate, so he called them all sailors.

"But what does [the lost sailor found his way back] mean? Did the first mate find the merchant ship that his father had lost?"

There are still too few clues.

"But at least we know that what Carl from another world said just now was referring to some of us."

"So what about the next sentence?" The perfumer felt that he really couldn't figure it out. "[The imitation has its own real appearance], this... who can figure it out, who is he referring to?"

The four of them fell into deep thought. This was indeed too difficult to guess. Who was the [replica] referring to?

"Why don't we skip this and think about the next thing first." The magician's suggestion was agreed by the other three.

"Then the next sentence [The souls of foreign countries have returned to their homeland]... Those of us who have traveled far away from home... "

The only ones that can come to mind are mercenaries, batsmen and antique dealers.

But just now, the mercenaries have taken over [The wandering soldiers found their way home].

It is impossible for Carl to refer to the same person in two different sentences. He must be referring to someone else.

Then the only choice is between the batsman and the antique dealer.

But...although the specific situation is unclear, it is said that the antique dealer does not have a very good relationship with her hometown.

Since the relationship is not very good, it is impossible to feel happy because of [returning to the homeland].

Moreover, the antique dealer was deceived into coming to the manor not to return to his hometown.

Then the only possibility is the batsman, and this guy was indeed deceived into coming to this manor for a boat ticket that could take him back home.

"[The soul from a foreign country returned to its homeland] is referring to the batsman?"

"So the next sentence............" The perfumer stopped talking halfway, because this sentence - [The relationship that was broken due to misunderstanding has been repaired], it can also refer to the matter between the perfumer and her sister.

If the [broken relationship] was really [repaired], the perfumer and her sister would definitely be very happy now.

It’s a pity that there is no “if” in all this.............

"There are too many [Breakup Relationships]............." The magician thought carefully. There are quite a few people among them who have broken up with each other.

"Is it possible that because there are too many such incidents, Carl is not talking about a single person, but this type?" The perfumer really hopes that this is the case. Then... at least in this case, the sister in the other world must still be alive.

"Well, it is possible that because of this, the next sentence, [The dark underground ushered in the warm sunlight], can also be explained."

There are many survivors here. They used to live in the [dark underground], with no sunlight, no warmth, and could only struggle to stay alive.

[Welcoming the warm sunshine] probably refers to people like them, who no longer have to live [underground], right?

"Oh, if it's true as he said, then everyone in that manor is really happy."

But who could have predicted that this kind of happiness would come at a price?

“But, I think…” The perfumer looked in the direction where Carl had just left. She thought to herself that since a person who should have been gloomy and lonely could be raised to be what he is now, the manor must be very happy.

If at first he was just curious and slightly jealous about what was happening in the other manor, now the perfumer sincerely hoped that all this was true, and that the manor was really very, very happy, because in this case... at least... his sister... was still alive... in another world...