Quadruple split

Although it is said to be 'watched', it actually just feels like being 'watched', because the resolution of the figure whose outline can only be barely seen is a bit ridiculously low, and does not support 'looking' at all, which requires at least two pairs of eyes. An operation that only the eyes can complete.

but……

I have lost a lot of memories but seems to have been imbued with many new cognitions——

Only the fact that I am named ‘Mo’ is certain—

The self standing here at this moment——

I really feel like I'm being watched!

Although I can't feel emotions, I can't feel my sight, I can't feel the temperature, I can't feel anything that can be felt, this gaze still exists.

Just like the sun, moon and stars hanging high in the sky, you should look down on them as they should.

The difference is that whether it is sunlight, moonlight or starlight, in most cases they will emit light fairly and impartially.

But the phantom in front of him, which was difficult for Mo to describe in words, ignored everything in his field of vision and just "watched" himself intently.

Then, like that non-existent gaze ‘gazing’, ‘telling’ without a sound——

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

There is no sound, no logic, but a simple 'concept' that can be understood arises in the bottom of my heart.

It is something beyond language, the first or final ‘convey’.

"It's been too long, too long, too long."

They begin to resist because they don't adapt, they become more agitated because they don't understand, and they try to resist because they don't agree.

In the end, he fell silent because he was unable to resist.

The fists were loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened again.

The anger deep in his eyes ignited and then extinguished.

Although I can't understand it, it doesn't mean I like it.

In a word, it was all too strange, too strange.

"Are you angry?"

There was still no sound, but the concept of this sentence was still accurately conveyed to Mo, and even the conveyer's unpretentious and doubtful emotions were also focused on the latter's 'cognition'.

This feeling made Mo feel terrible.

It's like a person wants to say something to you, and then "what was said to you by that person" has become an established fact, and the content can be clearly recalled.

So, it seems that he said what he wanted to say, and you did understand what the other person wanted to express, and everyone is happy.

But in fact, none of this happened, and the outcome was determined based on ‘all of this happened’.

Very, very, very unpleasant.

Unhappy Mo remained silent and did not respond in any form.

"It seems you are indeed angry."

Suddenly, a slightly metallic sound sounded, surprising Mo, who had been staring at the low-resolution figure without saying a word.

"Well, the effect is remarkable."

The figure that could only be barely discerned to be a humanoid figure spoke again, its tone quickly changed from mechanical, stiff, and jerky to light and natural, and it said with an upward tone in its gender-incomprehensible voice: "In that case, Then maybe we can take it a step further.”

The next second, Mo felt his eyes blurred. When he came back to his senses, he suddenly found that the blurry shadow that kept flashing in front of him had disappeared, and was replaced by a girl wearing a white dress. , a girl with ankle-length black hair that spreads behind her like a waterfall, and an appearance that seemed to have been blessed by the gods. She stood there and smiled lightly, and the curve of her mouth seemed to be filled with everything in the world. good.

"This is the most beautiful person of the opposite sex in your impression."

Smiling with a sweet voice that was completely worthy of this peerless face, the girl gently stroked the pair of snow-white wings behind her, lowered her eyes and said: "If I use such an image to talk to you, wouldn't it be better than just now? much better?"

Mo opened his mouth, but still no words came out.

But I have to say that compared to the previous delusion that he hated so much, the new communication method used by the other party is indeed much more comfortable.

"Perhaps we can make some more adjustments, such as..."

The character girl with wings on her back smiled and snapped her fingers. Suddenly, the platform under their feet and the space around them, which was as bizarre as the starry sky, were shattered in an instant.

The next moment, the two of them appeared in a study room that was completely black in color. Although the windows were open, there was no moonlight coming through.

Mo sat behind the long table with a blank expression on his face, which was empty except for a cup of cooling coffee.

The girl with a stunning face was leaning leisurely by the table, crossing her arms and looking at the former with a smile: "I'll give you the most comfortable environment in my memory~"

Mo continued to be silent.

Even though there were large gaps in his memory, and even though he had just experienced many things that were too strange to be described in words, perhaps due to some innate talent, he still quickly regained his composure at this moment. , and made the decision to face the unknown with silence and face the ever-changing changes with stability, while at the same time quickly digesting all kinds of information that he can still vaguely recall.

Three men whom I have no memory of but who are very familiar to me...

The self who has no memory but can respond instinctively...

And that girl who is very slender but has very warm hands...

I don’t know anything, but I seem to know everything.

This feeling really makes people feel a little subtle.

But not annoying?

Of course, in all of this, the biggest puzzle, and also the biggest clue, is the girl in front of him with a happy and contented expression.

In other words, it is the existence that appears in front of him in the image of this girl, whose essence is a mystery.

"Why don't you speak?"

After a brief silence, the other party suddenly raised his eyebrows and said: "Although to me, everything including silence at this moment is meaningful, but from your perspective, there should be many questions you want to ask me now. Right? Or should I say..."

She grinned, jumped down from the edge of the table lightly, and when she landed, she had turned into a young man who looked to be in his twenties, with long blond hair, and extremely handsome appearance. She winked at Mo and said, "I have changed." The right answer is to become the most handsome man in your impression?"

"It seems you have a lot more sense of humor than I thought."

Mo finally stopped being silent, but crossed his fingers on the table and whispered softly: "If I guess correctly, whether it is the girl just now or your current image, they are all related to a certain extent. Am I destined, or is it simply someone I know?"

Sitting on the other side of the long table as a 'young version of Luke Tefero', the other party smiled noncommittally: "You can understand it this way, Mo, to be honest, even if you succeed in changing yourself through some little tricks, Even though he looks like this now, he is still a guy who makes me subconsciously have to be vigilant, even though this 'vigilance' is actually meaningless."

"if you can……"

Mo did not try to deeply understand the hidden meaning of the other party's words, but calmly looked at the 'most handsome man in his impression' in front of him, and said lightly: "Although I still treat you like that just now... I don’t know anything about the two of you, but I still hope you can change into an image that has nothing to do with me at any time.”

The younger version of Luke Tefero stroked his beard and asked curiously: "Reason?"

"No reason."

Mo shook his head, picked up the cold cup of coffee in front of him and took a sip: "If you don't want to, it doesn't matter if you continue to maintain the status quo."

"Heh, I'm just asking casually. Unlike you, I'm still very talkative most of the time."

The other party shrugged, and instantly transformed into a man with waist-length white hair, and two pupils on the left and right, pure silver and pure black respectively. He looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, and his facial features were very delicate, but when combined together, they were not only... A girl who shows off the stunning effect of two plus two being greater than four, but becomes much simpler.

It seems that according to what he said, he has become someone he neither knows nor has any connection with.

Seeing a scene in front of him that was completely inconsistent with common sense, Mo thought and breathed a sigh of relief.

"If you are a woman, this look is still very suitable to my liking."

The coat looks baggy and is obviously one size too big. Most students may not wear the Tanhua University uniform once a year. The inside is pure white and has a close-fitting slit. The bottom is a short skirt, safety pants and canvas shoes. , coupled with the long white hair and eyes with completely different colors, any common sense person would find the woman grinning, "As for what he should look like as a man, I haven't thought about it yet. "

Mo Gu, who had a "one-year memory", had some common sense, so after sipping his coffee, he sighed softly: "I always felt that I was special before. After all, I had somehow forgotten the things that happened in the previous twenty years. I always... I thought about carrying some secrets like the protagonists in those bard stories, but in the next whole year, apart from being successfully alienated by all my peers because I like to daydream, it can be said that I achieved nothing..."

"Oh, that's it."

The other party held his cheek leisurely, nodded slightly and asked with interest: "What next?"

Mo spread his hands and said helplessly: "Then just after I gave up those wild thoughts and prepared to live a down-to-earth life, I encountered a lot of incomprehensible things, including you."

"Haha, I'm really sorry~"

The other party waved his hand without apology and raised his eyebrows meaningfully: "Then, it seems it's time to enter the question time."

Mo, who didn't even know why he could calm down so quickly, smiled and said, "If it's convenient."

"It's not a big problem."

The girl who had conjured a mirror out of thin air looked at her 'customized image' carefully and said casually: "You shouldn't be able to ask me any questions that would make me feel 'inconvenient'."

"very good."

Mo didn't feel that he was being underestimated, and just asked politely: "So, what should I call you?"

"I have so many names that I get bored just thinking about them."

While making faces in the mirror, the other party, who presented herself as a girl, said lightly: "But if you want, you can call me 'Ms. Ye' or 'Mr. Ye'."

Mo frowned slightly and said thoughtfully: "Ms. Ye... Mr. Ye... are you the one whom the Dark Night Sect believes in..."

"Delia, Goddess of Darkness?"

He who called himself 'Ye' laughed dumbly, shook his head and said: "Unfortunately, this guess is so outrageous that I don't even know how to correct it. In short, the goddess and I are completely different existences, although there is a A little bit of fate, but essentially they are two completely different and far apart existences."

Mo nodded and did not dwell on this issue for a second, but immediately continued to ask: "So, Ms. Ye, I would like to know if our meeting this time is a coincidence?"

"no."

Because her current appearance was that of a woman, the woman whom Mo temporarily called Ms. Ye shook her head without thinking, and readily admitted: "I designed it on purpose. In fact, I have been paying attention to you for a long time, really a long time. "

Mo's eyes narrowed: "Then my memory..."

"I know what you want to say."

However, Ms. Ye interrupted Mo Tan before he could ask the question and answered quickly: "As for your loss of memory, it has nothing to do with me, directly or indirectly. Well, I want to know who caused you to become like this. Who?"

Mo nodded subconsciously.

Then he saw Ms. Ye, who was sitting opposite him, turning the mirror in her hand and pointing it steadily at him.

A familiar face was unexpectedly reflected in the mirror, with a confused and confused expression.

It wasn't until half a minute later that Mo took a deep breath, raised his head and asked in a deep voice to Ms. Ye, who had put away the mirror at some point: "You mean, it was me who erased all those years before me?" memory?"

"Absolutely correct."

The other party nodded with a smile, and then added briskly: "This topic ends here. By the way, the reason why it ends here is because the specific content is not that I am 'inconvenient to talk about', but that you are 'inconvenient' to talk about it." Easy to listen to'."

Mo was silent for a long time again, and finally chose to follow the other party's suggestion and not ask further questions, but asked the third question he had prepared: "Then, can you tell me about those people and things I saw before? ,What exactly is it?"

"It is a road that has been blocked, a possibility that has been denied, and a choice that has been abandoned."

Ms. Ye laughed playfully and said lightly: "Maybe it is an illusion that does not exist, a dream that is isolated from reality, a sense of déjà vu in the load field, an arc lamp at infinity, a sad and lost heart. The Tower of Babel is the divergence of butterfly wings, the self-balancing of faults, the missing ring on the mirror, who knows?”

"..."

"In short, it's just cause and effect that can't be tied to you and has been cut off before it appears. It's full of paradoxes."

"……paradox?"

"Hmm, paradox."

"What paradox?"

"Haha, hahahaha, this is a good question, it just hits the upper limit of my 'easy to say'."

"so……"

"To put it simply, you and I are a paradox."

Chapter 1089: End