[Comprehensive Yingmei] I am not I do not have

A difference that Mu Ke could hardly feel.

Yes, Mu Ke has certain difficulties in distinguishing emotions.After all, it is difficult for an uneducated human baby to correctly accept, judge and respond to emotions according to the ever-changing regulations and standards of human society, not to mention that Mu Ke himself does not belong to human beings.

Such an existence would not be able to accept and generate emotions for itself, not even thinking.In other words, such an existence was not originally a form of life or consciousness.

He is just a mass of Qi in the deepest part of the underworld and the highest part of the heavenly court.

But Mu Ke has become an individual, he even learned to think, so he should be able to learn emotion as well.It's just that simply collecting data and imitating it is never really learning emotion, it's just another form of thinking.And imitation is a degenerate behavior in the face of independent thinking, which is not what Mu Ke wants.

See, he's no longer surprised that he wants this emotion.

But he still couldn't clearly feel and understand the emotions Hannibal was showing at the moment.He could only say goodbye, put on his helmet and drove away.

Baltimore's cold winds turn wet, maybe there will be a snow, or maybe just a rain.But anyway, the wind has come.

There is no fixed destination for the MOOC's night-time trips, at least not when he first arrived in a new city. Today he still just bypasses the areas he has marked on the map and heads towards unfamiliar streets.Until he saw a 24-hour convenience store on the street.

Mu Ke parked the car on the side of the road, went in and bought a cup of coffee and a donut.

The coffee was hot, with no sugar or milk, but the donuts had cooled, and the white icing had melted into a thick, pale yellow syrup that spread on the surface of the donuts.

Mu Ke found a bench by the side of the street and chose to sit on the side facing the street.He uncovered the coffee and put it on the bench. He took a bite of the donut in the paper bag. The taste of the cold syrup was a bit cloying.The aroma of the instant coffee was very weak. Mu Ke took a few sips to dispel the taste of saccharine in his mouth, and then took another bite of the donut

The human body that Mu Ke uses now needs to eat, and he can also taste the difference in the taste of food, but he didn't care about these differences at first. No. Some "old friends" in the 18th floor of Hell have nothing to do, and the delicious delicacies that they ate in their lifetimes in his ears did not arouse Muke's curiosity about food. too much interest.

It's just that now he lives alone, has learned some human cooking skills, and is gradually able to inject some emotions into the difference in taste of food, but don't expect too much.It would take him decades to pile up a little bit of emotional accumulation.Even if it is described as waste, the emotion he spends on food is not much compared to normal people.

So neither the overly sweet donuts nor the bitter coffee made Mu Ke have the urge to throw away the things in his hands—maybe he did?After all, this idea appeared in his mind.Compared with the taste, it is the temperature of the coffee transmitted to the palm of the hand through the back of the paper and a certain sense of satiety that give Mu Ke a more profound and straightforward feeling.

Mu Ke looked at the street, and the few pedestrians who happened to pass by in the dark also tightened their collars and hurried.It's almost December, and the wind at night is getting colder and colder.

Mu Ke breathed out, his breath condensed into a mist under the yellow light of the street lamp erected beside the bench, and then gradually dissipated in the air.The dark blue night enveloped the street, and Mu Ke was sitting alone on a bench. If most people were to describe this scene, then loneliness and poet would be high-frequency words.

But Muko... well, Muko doesn't feel much right now, except to find more ghosts, ghosts, and perpetually on-the-go reapers roaming the streets of Baltimore than anywhere else.

Mu Ke watched a girl in a white nightgown break free from the shackles of a god of death and quickly ran away.The god of death did not chase after them, and some ghosts voluntarily stayed in the world, so this is also their choice.It's just that in the end, these souls who shouldn't be left in the world will fall into madness and confusion, become resentful souls who cannot give up their obsessions, and eventually fall into hell.

There were two spots of blood on the girl's pajamas, she did not die normally.Mu Ke watched her run to the east, and then looked away.The god of death also turned and left. He never thought that humans could see them, and he didn't know that Mu Ke was sitting on the side of the road and watching this drama peacefully.

Next, Mu Ke discovered that his work target for today was just across the street. There was a pharmacy there, and a middle-aged man who hadn't taken off his white coat opened the door and walked out.Walk towards the parking lot.

Mu Ke narrowed his eyes.He can be sure that this is his goal today, this person's soul can be described as a mess.In addition to his own broken soul, there are no less than five pieces of soul fragments from other places intertwined in his soul, like a network, but not as orderly as a spider's web.

Mu Ke felt a little familiar, maybe he had seen it in a scientific report given to him by Yan Qing, he guessed.It's just that the reason is not important to Mu Ke, he just needs to complete his work and get a result.

The more damaged souls meant that Mu Ke had more work, but the resentment lingering on this man indicated that the owners of those remnant souls should have been killed by him long ago.Then dealing with the wandering remnant souls becomes the work of the Grim Reaper.

It's just that the god of death dismissed the man in front of him, his death date has not yet come.

Mu Ke finished the last bite of the donut and drank the coffee in one gulp.He didn't get up, but just sat there and formed a formation with one hand. The formation outlined by the black spiritual power bound the man's soul. In just a moment, Mu Ke bent and raised his four fingers, and the messy soul was suddenly caught. Pulled out of the body, it turned into a dark light and was collected into the jade gourd on Muke's wrist.

The man's body softened, he fell to the ground, and stopped breathing.

The Grim Reaper who was wandering on the road turned around sharply and was stunned for a moment. He didn't remember that this man should die today, even though he had already taken away five mutilated souls because of this man's perverted hobby, the Grim Reaper had no right to kill.At the same time he confirmed that the man was dead, but did not see his soul.

The god of death searched for the breath of the soul, and finally turned his head stiffly, and saw Mu Ke standing on the side of the street looking in this direction. There seemed to be a black mist covering him beside Mu Ke, but when the god of death ran to the point where he was about to turn around When he left Mu Ke's side, the black mist seemed to disappear again, or it was like a real mist, through which he could not see far away, but could still see things nearby.

The god of death looked at Mu Ke vigilantly, and he felt a power from Mu Ke's black eyes like a deep pool. It was hard to distinguish between good and evil, but it was absolutely powerful.

Mu Ke turned back sideways, and calmly asked Death, "What's the matter?"

"Can you see me?!" The Grim Reaper took a few steps back in amazement, no normal human being could see the Grim Reaper.

"I can." Mu Ke answered his question.

"Who are you? No, what are you!!!"

"Muke." The second question made Muke hesitate for a while, but he didn't answer.

"Why can you see me..."

This question made Mu Ke slightly frowned, "Are you the newly appointed Grim Reaper?"

"I am." Reaper replied, "I only came into contact with this profession three months ago, don't interrupt the conversation, what are you?"

"Ask your boss." Mu Ke picked up the trash on the bench and walked towards the trash can on the side of the road.

The Grim Reaper followed him, watching him throw the paper cups and bags into the bucket, "I don't have a boss, I'm the Grim Reaper."

"I know you are the God of Death," Mu Ke felt helpless towards the rookie God of Death, "go find the Death Knight (Death). No matter who I am, you need to meet your boss."

"Death knight, who?"

Reaper wanted to continue to question, but Mu Ke had already stepped on his motorcycle and left, leaving Reaper with only a string of exhaust fumes and a loud roar of the engine.

This is not the first time he has felt helpless about the supernatural power management system in the United States.He is sure that he has mastered this emotion proficiently.