Social animals don't deserve love

Forced by Dostoevsky to clasp his fingers with him, once again he deeply hated his own force value whose absolute value was infinitely close to zero.

"Fyodor, are you going to learn about pain classification?" I gritted my back molars and squeezed out the words between my teeth. The Russian moved out of the darkness, and the only ray of moonlight swept through the window lattice Passing through the purple eyes, the pupils were full of blood red: "No, I just try my best to touch your soul. Polish her, appreciate her, praise her..."

Struggling to look away from each other, I swung my arms to break free.During the struggle, the rattan table overturned, and the decorative vase placed on it fell to the ground together with the dried flowers.Dostoevsky stood up abruptly and threw me against the wall covered with anti-collision materials. The impact made me close my eyes subconsciously, and the cool hand clasped my throat forcefully, forcing me to raise my head.

Under the moonlight, his eyes are like a sea of ​​burning flames. I don't know what is hidden in the depths of that sea.

"That's it, look at me, I'll try my best to be gentle so you don't feel pain." He let go of my hand, brushing my eyelashes with his thumb: "Good girl."

"￥...￥!" I cursed fiercely from the bottom of my heart, and I suddenly pushed towards him, not expecting to push him away, as long as there was room to move—the knee that was suddenly raised upwards was dodged, the hand touching the eyes He tightened his grip around my waist and tightened his grip on my throat: "I'm not that arrogant Mr. Chief. No matter how cautious you are when facing Fubuki, it's a treat for you in a sense. respect?"

His breathing was obstructed, but not to the extent of lack of oxygen. Punching him with fists had no effect, and it was estimated that he hadn't hurt even an apple.Dostoevsky relied on his height to condescend me and confined me between the wall and him, and I had to look up into his eyes: "What a lovely girl..."

The bright purple color occupied the entire line of sight, the pressure on the side of the neck suddenly increased, the light gradually went out, and the center of the brow was touched by a moist softness.

"Good boy, go to sleep, when you open your eyes again, it will be the beginning of a whole new world."

I struggled and resisted and grabbed Dostoevsky's wrist, and finally lost to the innate strength of men and fell into darkness.

What are you doing?Is this simply blackening and taking the be route if you can't use the normal strategy?You think be is no big deal, don't drag me!

——This guy also has a "book" in his hand, and he has strengthened his mastery of hypnotism...

Before I completely lost consciousness, I completely transferred the anchor point left by Mr. Zhaoma to "Silence", and turned off my ability to empathize and summon the "Book".

It's okay to lose memory, it's okay to lose personality, it's okay to lose consciousness, the body will not forget everything in the past, I believe there is always a time to get rid of hypnosis.The only way to protect the "book" is to protect the colleagues who are about to come to rescue me. I can't let their efforts go to waste.

People with supernatural powers are human beings, ordinary people, with joys and sorrows, love and hatred.The difference between them and me is like a flower with larger petals and a flower with smaller petals. Supernatural powers will not bring evil, but out-of-control human nature will bring evil.

As early as half a year ago, Dazai and I had anticipated what was happening now, and it was true that no matter how many moves we made, we would not waste it.

"Fyodor, look at what you've done, you idiot... you've misplaced the target of the 'revolution' from the very beginning..."

The hands that were constantly struggling and resisting fell softly, the beautiful black eyes slowly lost focus, and the swan-like neck finally hung on his wrist under the guidance of the low voice.

Dostoevsky let go of his hand and snapped his fingers, implying success, Yada Fubuki slid down the wall softly to the ground.

Before she fell down, he reached out to pick her up in time, and he took the moonlight to send the woman back to the bedroom, dragged a chair and sat on the edge of the bed with closed eyes to rest.This was the hypnosis he had consumed the most. As for the effect... it can only be said to be unsatisfactory.

Can't let up yet.She is too smart, and if she is not careful, she will be found to be wrong. He must design a script before she wakes up in order to guide her to trust and obey.He didn't know whether this method of deception could fool the "silent man" protection mechanism. Even if he couldn't get the "book" for a while, it was time for Yada Fubuki to show his value.

"Let me see what to set..."

She was so stubborn and independent that even he couldn't completely twist and change her will, so he could only make her "amnesia" forcibly.

Before the memory is restored, he will find a way to make her unable to leave even if she wakes up.

"Are you awake? Is there any other discomfort?" The foreign youth with two dark circles sitting next to the big bed looked tenderly at the woman who was sitting up and hugging the quilt, and held her hand under the other's confused gaze. Clenched hands: "What's wrong?"

"Who... are you? Who am I?" The textile covering her bare shoulders slid down with her movements, and she raised the quilt a little, revealing only her head outside.

The astonishment of the young man almost flowed from his eyes. He yelled out the door, and soon a "doctor" came in with a medicine box: "Mr. Dostoevsky, what can I do for you?" Is it?"

"Anna seems to have lost her memory!" He anxiously gave up some space, and the "doctor" stepped forward to "examine" and sighed deeply: "My lady accidentally fell down the stairs and injured her head. Although the trauma has healed, But who knows what's going on inside the brain?"

——If he says "you are my wife", he must also produce many proofs to prove this sentence.But the inadvertent disclosure of this information by a "doctor" with natural authority can easily convince the amnesiac that it is true.

Sure enough, the woman sitting on the bed couldn't help but look at the young man next to her: "Huh?"

"Can the memory be retrieved?" He frowned, held her with both hands, and kissed her fingers lightly: "Excuse me, doctor."

"I will do my best, and the result can only be resigned to fate." The "doctor" answered quite freely. After writing the prescription, he picked up the medicine box and bowed back. As soon as he went out, he laughed silently like a goat. I must use it. The surveillance camera took this stupid portrait of Fei Jia, and he must be laughed at in the future!

In the room, the black-haired young man is still affectionately describing his "sweet memories" to his "wife who has lost his memory"—he has neglected his wife in recent years because of being too busy with work, and is trying to restore it.

She sat there quietly, her gaze changed from tense to relaxed.It seems that there is such a thing vaguely, she remembers that she seems to have proposed a divorce...

"Sorry, I don't recall anything." With a gentle smile and a soft expression, she withdrew her hand slightly apologetically: "What's my name?"

"Anna," he clutched the quilt sadly, "your name."

"Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky, that's my name. We were traveling with a friend to your cousin's house, and you had a few drinks the other night, I accidentally fell down when I was going downstairs, and then..."

"So..." She lowered her eyes and thought for a while: "Are you sure I fell by myself?"

——Of course I can't figure it out, these are all plots he fabricated.

"..." She was about to ask something more, when the door of the room was knocked twice and pushed open: "Blow... Anna, how are you?"

Last night Dostoevsky suddenly told everyone that he had hypnotized Fubuki in order to prevent her from returning to that dangerous place in Yokohama.It is an addition to the plan, and it can be regarded as a new member for the rats in the house of death and the five evils of heaven and man.Sigma struggled for about a minute, but in the end he couldn't resist "wanting family" - Fyodor's next plan was no small matter, and it was safest to stay in Sky Casino.

Pushing open the door of the room, she sat on the bed, pulled the quilt up to her chin to cover herself, and the bloated hair on the top of her head swayed as she turned her head.The cooperation that was originally dispensable suddenly became firm at this moment. With her like this, there is no way to feel at ease unless she is kept by her side and looked at carefully.What's more, Fyodor has already hypnotized her. Instead of letting him use her like a blank paper at will, it would be better to have him staring at him.

"who are you?"

— She really didn't know anything.

Sigma let out a sigh of relief, adjusted his expression and said, "I am your brother, Anna, and my name is Sigma. Have you even forgotten your brother?"

"..." After a moment of awkward silence, she nodded: "Understood."

He never said what he understood.

Dostoyevsky glanced at Sigma, who stopped walking, hesitated for a moment and said "I'll get someone to bring breakfast" before turning around and leaving.

Everyone who got in the way left, and he looked at Yada Fubuki who had been reduced to a blank by himself: "It doesn't matter if you don't believe me, Anna, you can try to mobilize the supernatural ability [Diary]', and you forgot what the supernatural ability is?"

——If hypnosis can fool the silencer's protection mechanism, she will summon the "book" under his language induction, just like the one glimpsed in the video before.If it cannot be summoned, it means that the "silent man" must be awake and active before he can use the supernatural item.

"Extraordinary powers?" She really looked as if she had heard something from the Arabian Nights. She was incredulous for a while before she closed her eyes and tried to perceive the "extraordinary abilities [diary]" hidden in the depths of her soul...

Failed.

Dostoevsky watched her carefully with bated breath, Yada Fubuki was really "using" the supernatural power, but unfortunately it had no effect at all.She opened her eyes with a suspicious expression: "Are you...are you kidding me?"

"How could it be? Whether it's Sigma, or Gogol, who is also likely to be completely forgotten by you, we are all people with supernatural powers. Do you want them to perform for you?"

—Let her have no doubts about her identity as a "supernatural power user", let her have no doubts about "amnesia", and erase all proof of her existence.

In this case, all the roads in front of her will be blocked by him, leaving only that one.