[Zhongyingmei] After inheriting the throne

Under Belle's decision, the first step to achieve the goal is:

Go get a change of clothes.

After all, there are fairy tale books. It is only a moment to make this heavy dress disappear, but creating something out of nothing is indeed a miracle that "Belle" cannot do.So, after measuring the size of this body, Gladys ordered several sets of clothes online according to "Belle"'s favorite.

She didn't have anything in her closet that fit Belle's size, so she found a riding outfit that happened to be left over from her mother's closet.

Transforming into "Belle" and transforming into "Snow White" are two completely different experiences.Gladys thinks this may be a difference in thinking style, or she has to admit that there is indeed an intellectual crush.

When transforming into "Snow White", their memories and thoughts are constantly approaching unity, mutual understanding, and finally merged into one; but after transforming into "Belle", Gladys always feels that he and this character are mutual. Separated, two different ways of thinking and ideas lingered in her consciousness.

She watched herself survey the situation, analyze it, make a decision, like watching another person in her act: knowing, but not really understanding.This kind of fine-grained taste makes "Belle"'s autonomy far beyond his own control.Obviously after careful consideration, she chose the same solution, but Gladys felt like someone was telling her in her head: You should do this.

But Gladys doesn't hate this model.Now, this is her ability, just like her left and right hands. The feeling that "Belle" gave her was not preaching from top to bottom, but someone standing behind her, reaching out to hug her, and holding hands, giving her an unparalleled sense of trust and security.

She could feel the care hidden behind layers of worries and careful thinking, and this heart-warming power revived her.

"So, what's next?" she asked herself.

"The next step is to adjust your emotional problems first. It's not okay to cry all the time."

"What? See a psychiatrist?"

"The psychiatrist is too troublesome... Ah, I found it, so let's go to this psychological mutual aid group."

A series of conversations unfolded in his mind, and Gladys in the real world was just a little taken aback before accepting this decision.It seems that "Belle" does not allow herself to escape, and it is her style to face the problem bravely and solve it directly.

"and then?"

"No rush, let's adjust our status first. Clues will always come to us by themselves."

Gladys wondered if there was any special arrangement behind this, and wanted to find the answer from the huge sea of ​​consciousness, when he heard a rustling sound beside him.

It's hard to describe what kind of sound this is.It, or they, are intertwined chaotically, like a radio tuned in, constantly changing.

Then she saw a miraculous scene.If she had to describe it, the scene in front of her was like a computer monitor screen, and all the things in her field of view popped up small windows, bringing together detailed information in front of her eyes.

Gladys looked intently, and the voice in his ears became clearer.

A bunch of numbers were written in the window that appeared on the closet, respectively marking the number and location of the tops and bottoms inside.A middle-aged woman's voice was rambling: "Summer is coming soon, I should dry my spring and autumn clothes, take out my summer clothes and wash them... Oh, my God, why is there a winter pajamas here?" ?”

The size and material of the bed, mattress, and quilt are recorded in the window on the big bed in sequence, and the age of use and the appropriate method of cleaning and treatment are noted.A deep, gender-neutral voice said there: "She shouldn't have been sleeping sideways on the left side, the mattress will be marked by her sleeping like this. Why don't you sleep in the middle if you are alone?"

The window on the desk also lists its size and material, and a healthy male voice is encouraging himself: "Come on, I can do it, it's not a problem at all. I can put ten of them on such a heavy computer without deformation... ..."

……

For the first time, Gladys felt that this bedroom was so lively, and he was speechless for a long time.But "Belle" urged her to continue exploring this ability.

"Now is the information age, come on, let's see the power of high technology."

She sat in front of the computer and looked at the window that appeared on the side, listing the various hardware performances of the computer in detail.Very good, it lived up to the money she spent, and the performance is top-notch.

Gladys took a deep breath and said, "Hello?"

The next moment, the computer screen jumped and turned into pitch black.

"Isn't it? Is this the incompatibility of magic and technology? Wait, what does it cost to fix it? Is it still good? How do I explain it to an electronics repairman..."

Her eyes widened nervously, and then she saw the screen light up again.

A line of text was silently typed on the pitch-black background:

[Hello, Miss Quinn.Is there anything I can do for you? ]

"Ah—" Gladys immediately covered his mouth with his hand, surprised and delighted: "Is this the legendary artificial intelligence?"

Her words were captured by the input device, and then another sentence was automatically entered below:

[Sorry, I'm not that advanced stuff.However, I think I can help you to the best of my ability. ]

The voice belonging to "Belle" became calm the next moment: "Search about [Poisoned Apple], [Crystal Coffin], Roaring Commando, Captain America - Steve Rogers, James Barnes, Margot All the information of Lit Carter and Howard Stark, and integrate it; search [Magic Mirror] and monitor all information about the 'abnormal mirror', all recorded in real time. Remember to erase the traces."

"And one more thing: make a fake identity that's real enough."

"Rose de Martin, whose ancestors are from France, currently runs a detective agency in New York, and is a private investigator who has just debuted."

"Can it do these things?"

"Never underestimate anything, besides, machines are much more sophisticated than humans. Don't worry, leave it to them."

"Can you finish it, Mr. Computer?"

"I will do my best, ma'am." The last line of white words jumped out on the screen, and then the screen refreshed, changing back to the original computer desktop.

Only this time, a small window appeared on the desktop, directly connected to display the progress of the task.Gladys also saw a bubble appear on the computer window in her field of vision: [Upgrading...]

It seems that she really wants to have a smart assistant of her own - under the influence of magic.

For some reason, whether she was surprised or doubted, they were all shrunk down to a small point, leaving only full confidence in her heart. The consciousness of "Belle" kept hinting to herself that she could do all of this, as long as she waited with peace of mind and trusted her own ability.

"Of course, you have to work hard and try to keep up with me." Belle reminded. "In this way, you can better understand and control my power."

Gladys closed his eyes.In the sea of ​​consciousness, "Bei Er"'s slightly taller figure just hugged her, holding her in his arms from behind, and the cold gauze tightly attached to her body relieved her anxiety and uneasiness. "Belle" held her hand on her heart with her left hand, and pressed her right hand against her arm, with five fingers interlaced, interlaced between fingers, bringing a comfortable temperature and strength.

"Belle" has a low voice, her words are like humming, soft and soothing, lingering in her ears: "Look, my little princess, use your eyes to discover. This world is so real, full of Interesting things are waiting for you to discover. As long as you observe carefully and listen carefully, the truth will be presented to you one by one.”

"Go and enjoy it."

[Talent Skill: Eye of Reality]

Gladys felt a cool and comforting current wash over his soul, washing away all the dust.Under the washing of this spring water, all the hazy and indistinct things fade away their false appearances, revealing their original true appearance.She felt that her soul became extraordinarily light, and all the negative emotions that haunted her were shaken off.

Gladys opened her eyes, and the woman in the mirror was smiling at her, a smile that was genuine, confident, and gently encouraging.

She flipped through the records, and there was a reply from the psychological mutual aid group that she signed up for before, informing her that her registration was successful, followed by the time and location of the first activity.

"Wait." Gladys flipped down and glanced again, feeling a little surprised.

"Are you using my own information?"

"Of course." She seemed to hear "Belle"'s response and saw her sly smile. "At least this time, you have to face it yourself."

"But now I..." Gladys is using the ability of "Belle" now, and she has also changed into her appearance.

She couldn't keep the crown back and forth, take it off and put it on again, could she?

"Remember this feeling, I will only teach you once."

The voice of "Belle" gradually sank and sank deeper into the bottom of the sea.Gladys saw that the scene in front of her was blurred for a while, and the murmurs of various furniture and appliances coming from her ears also weakened.

She saw herself in the mirror becoming an increasingly transparent shadow, revealing her original appearance, even the clothes she was wearing, as if nothing had happened.

But the windows on the computer that automatically record and organize all kinds of information are still operating, reminding her that those miraculous scenes are not hallucinations of her own imagination.

"Belle?" Gladys asked inwardly.

"When there is a need, I will naturally appear." "Belle" responded, and stopped talking.

"Okay, Gladys, cheer up." Gladys gently reached out and patted his cheek.

"Now, this is your time."