you turned on the love game

You spend the next few days trying to build the channel and perfect it.Due to the excessive consumption of mental power, your state is even weaker, and your face takes on an unhealthy, sickly white color.

The woman named Pauline probably suspected that there was something wrong with you, and the number of times she entered and left your room suddenly became more frequent.

Since you have a history of running away after your mental power skyrocketed, recently she has been carrying a simple device to detect fluctuations in mental power.

You leaned against the head of the bed, looking at Pauline calmly.

The large hospital gown covers you inside, and the sleeves are empty, making you look fragile.

She didn't look at you, she walked around every corner of the room with a simple device, and the device kept making a mechanical sound of "tick" and "tick".

Unfortunately, it was impossible for her to detect any mental fluctuations.

The semi-tangible illusion will only fluctuate at the moment of formation, and will not leak a little when the illusion is subsequently perfected and stabilized.

Ten minutes later, the woman put away the detection device.

That beautiful face, with a gentle disguise as always, came to you calmly and tucked the quilt for you: "Since you are not feeling well, please take a good rest."

After speaking, she turned and left the room.

You watched the door slowly close, turned your head slightly, and stared at the clean and white desk not far away.

——There is a channel that belongs to you exclusively on the desktop.

Five days later...

You finished your daily illusion training as usual, and you lay your head on the ground to rest, when you suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing past your ears.

However, there is no wind in the spiritual world. You look in the direction of the wind, and Fran hangs himself on the tree boredly. After noticing your gaze, he shook his arms lively towards you.

"No thanks."

Liudaokuo was sitting under the tree and fiddling with the trident. Fran's hanging arm just blocked his sight. He raised his lips and greeted him with a fork. The boy immediately retracted his hand quickly.

"Master, ME will hurt, please don't do this—"

"KUFUFU, isn't it easy to dodge?"

"If you didn't dodge, wouldn't ME become a skewer—"

"I have never seen such a green skewer."

You changed your posture, resting your chin on the back of your hand, seeing their attitude of being close but disgusted with each other, somehow you laughed, and your mood also relaxed a lot.

"Wow, that's really rare."

Fran suddenly turned over and sat on the tree trunk, with his palms on his forehead in a gaze posture: "Miss Lucia actually laughed."

Hearing this, you looked at him in surprise: "Is it rare?"

After thinking about it seriously, you are sure that you are basically smiling when you stay here, "I was smiling before."

"That's different."

Fran raised his index finger solemnly, and explained seriously: "The smile before was more like a habit, but the one just now was sincere."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and asked Liu Dao Mu: "Is that right, Master."

Liudaoku slowly put away the trident, half-closed his eyelids, and said without raising his head: "I don't know, I haven't noticed this kind of thing before."

"Ah?"

Fran instantly turned into a dull pea-eyed.

You tilted your head, rested on your arm in a relaxed manner, and couldn't help laughing out loud after seeing his expression.

The hair that was scattered on the shoulders ran forward with a smile, you stretched out your hand to brush them away, and turned over and lay flat on the ground.

The scene in the spiritual world is always gray, there is no blue sky, no clouds, and the chaotic and intertwined spiritual power shuttles through it, collides with each other, and finally turns into a misty mist.

It looks like a thick layer of embers has been applied.

You stared at the thick fog that occupied your field of vision. After a while, you slowly closed your eyes, and when you opened them again, you had already made a certain decision.

You propped up on the ground and sat up, turning your gaze to Liudaokui who was resting with his eyes closed, and there was still a little smile in his voice when he spoke: "Mr. Liudaokui."

The young man with dark blue hair looked up at you.

"Ok?"

The red pupils are like smooth and clear rubies, which are particularly eye-catching in this gray and white spiritual world.

Such a bright crimson makes you think of something else for a moment, and your expression is briefly stunned, but it quickly returns to normal.

You said: "My method can only retrieve the memories of the past, but the memory of the current period is not feasible."

Because you have the deepest emotional bond in another world, even if the memory is erased, the soul will definitely remember it.

But in comparison, this memory of being in the spiritual world is not that important, and it cannot leave traces in the soul.

So I need a little help from outside.

You curled up your knees, put your elbows on it, put your palms on your chin, and asked with a smile, "Could you please help me?"

"..." Liu Dao Mu stared at you silently for a moment, then stood up suddenly, with a careless arc on his lips, and walked slowly in front of you.

"Help? No problem."

The young man knelt down, raised his right hand, and the surrounding mist wrapped around his fingers automatically: "It just so happens that I can temporarily seal the memories related to me, and I will help you untie them when the time comes."

With a sound of "Teng", his fingertips ignited flames, and the mental power used as fuel immediately flowed continuously to the fingertips.

Just when he was about to touch your forehead, he stopped suddenly.

"only……"

Liudao Mukuo leaned down slightly, his eyes were at the same level as yours, his long indigo hair slid down his shoulders and hung in front of him.

"Have you really thought it through, Lucia?"

Maybe it's because of the dim light, when he looks directly into your eyes, his blue and red pupils appear dark and deep, full of oppressive feeling, making it impossible to guess what's going on in his heart.

"With your own soul as a bridge, if you don't pay attention, you will get lost in the turbulent flow of mental power. You know what the consequences are."

You nodded, and said in a calm tone, "I know."

Facing Shang Liudaomu's dim eyes, you bent your eyes and patted him on the shoulder: "So I set up a protection mechanism for the channel. Once the spirit is exhausted or reaches the limit, the connection will be automatically terminated."

"Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Liudao Mukuro's gaze came to his shoulder following your movements, and after a pause for half a second, he looked away as if nothing had happened, and straightened his upper body: "Don't get me wrong, I'm just asking casually."

You say kindly, "Okay, I see."

Not far away, the big tree formed by the illusion suddenly disappeared in place.

"Wow, it really is the same person."

A huge frog hat protruded from the back of Rokudo Mukuro, and a pair of thick glasses hung above the bridge of Fran's nose.

"When Master said "I don't care" to Miss Lucia 20 years later, she replied in the same way. "

As he spoke, Fran stretched out his index finger and pushed the frame, and then the lens began to reflect light inexplicably.

"HH……"

Liudaokuo opened his hand, and the trident quietly left his palm, floating in mid-air, turning around, aiming at the frog's head——

Then poke hard!

Fran hit the floor straight and straight in an instant.

"Shut up."

You put your hands in front of your face, tilt your head to hide your smile, and after Fran muttered "ME will sue", he slowly got up from the ground, and raised your hand to touch his dark green frog hat.

Fran's eyes widened suddenly.

The frog eyes on the hat also stared round with him.

But you just comforted the kid on a whim, you smiled at him, then withdrew your hand, and looked at Liu Dao Mu again.

"Then, see you in a few months."

The young man looked at you calmly, then raised his right hand again, and the flame burning at his fingertips suddenly became more intense.

In the next second, the beating blue flame touched your forehead.

The last remaining feeling of this memory is cold and unreal.

……

The process of reading the memory in the mind seems to be long, but the real time is only a few seconds.

When you wake up, Liudao Mukuro and Fran are standing in front of you. The former still wears a white shirt and black pants, while Fran has changed into a simple and convenient casual outfit.

It's just that the frog hat on his head remains the same.

You chuckled and said, "Long time no see."

Liudao Mukuro didn't have any special reaction, but Fran immediately took out a bunch of fireworks sticks.

"Shhhhhh!"

The fireworks formed by the illusion exploded above the head.

Then he took out a trumpet, which looked very strange, like a prince wearing a crown, but his eyes were blocked by bangs.

Pressing the switch, the blond prince opened his mouth and began to shout automatically: "Welcome! Welcome!"

You look puzzled: "Is this the prince in a fairy tale?"

Fran turned off the horn with a click, and said seriously: "It's not a fairy tale, it's a real prince, the brackets are fake."

"..." I didn't understand what he meant at all.

Although you haven't known each other for a long time, you can more or less guess that Fran belongs to the radio system type, so you naturally changed the subject: "How did you know that I came here?"

As soon as you came in, you heard Liudao Mukuro's characteristic laughter.

Now is not the time to sleep at night, and it is impossible for them to squat and wait for you at any time. They shouldn't be here.

Fran blinked her emerald eyes and said, "Because Miss Lucia 20 years later, she told us."

Hearing this answer, you suddenly remembered the aura that melted into your soul, and you lowered your eyes thoughtfully, hiding the expression in your eyes.

"Really, can I perceive it 20 years later?"

"This ME is not clear."

Liudao Mukuro didn't join in your chatting, he just glanced at Fran with the eyes of a fool, then looked away without seeing or worrying, and knocked on the floor with the trident in his hand.

"Let's stop here for the chat."

After you all looked at him, he continued to speak: "Lucia, since there is nothing hindering you now, the training of tangible hallucinations should be accelerated."

Before you could speak, Fran began to complain: "Master—you really like being the center of everyone's attention—"

A tic-tac-toe popped out of Liudao Mukuro's forehead.

"I always like to talk about stealing the limelight... Mmmmm!"

In the blink of an eye, the dark vines that suddenly emerged from the ground directly tied Fran into a ball, binding his limbs tightly.

In the next second, the teenage boy twisted and was forcibly dragged away.

You turned into a telescope and held it in front of your eyes, and said with a smile, "Well... you can't see Fran at all."

Let go of your hand, and the telescope turned into a cloud of fog in the middle of the fall.

"Don't worry about the child who hasn't been taught well."

Liudao Mu casually withdrew his gaze, the number in his right eye began to jump rapidly, his whole body twisted like a whirlpool, and finally gradually disappeared in the thicker and thicker fog.

"Next, I will mix the real with the illusory moves. If you can't quickly identify the real attack..."

Before you finished speaking, several weapons suddenly appeared around you. They turned their directions at the same time, and pointed their sharp blades at you. There was a cold light, and cold voices came from all directions: "You will definitely be injured."

The training of tangible hallucinations is more troublesome than you imagined, and the mental energy consumed every day is almost doubled compared to before.

So much so that there is no need to pretend to be weak when you return to reality, your face is full of fatigue and atrophy from too much mental power being drawn.

However, the corresponding harvest is also quite abundant.

"One month in real time" is Liu Daomui's prediction for you. In fact, the time you spend is shorter than he thought.

Fran squatted in front of you, staring intently at the movements of your hands, the frog's head almost blocked your entire view, so you had no choice but to take a half step aside.

The mist keeps gathering in your palm, faint mental fluctuations dance in the air, and the outlines of objects gradually appear.

After a few seconds, the fluctuation with unique frequency stopped abruptly.

In your hand lies a color photo.

Fran tilted his head, took the photo from your hand, and looked at it carefully for a moment. The frog hat on his head opened his eyes spiritually: "Ah, great, it worked."

On the photo is a picture you once made up with fog——

The wind is warm and the sun is warm, and the green grass is dyed with a very light layer of gold. The red wolf and the blond girl are obediently leaning on your side, and the young Hisoka is playing poker alone with his back to you.

You look at the photo and say softly, "Yeah, it worked."

After successfully cultivating tangible hallucinations, you have no intention of continuing to consolidate for the time being, so you create a tree to rest against, while Fran ran to the other side and made a swing for himself.

Thick ropes were tightly tied to the plank, and he hung firmly below the trunk, and he was nestled cross-legged on the narrow swing chair.

The frog hat kept going up and down.

You turned your head to look at him for a while, smiled, and looked away.

The smooth black hair fell from the neck to the palm of your hand, you lowered your head, staring at the long hair in silence, not thinking about anything in your rare mind, just in a very ordinary daze.

Until a pair of jet-black boots stop beside you.

"What's wrong?"

The visitor didn't answer right away. After a few minutes, you heard a voice above your head: "There is one thing, I'm a little curious."

Hazy mist began to gather around, as if intending to isolate this space alone, and the movement of Fran sitting on the swing and beating the prince doll gradually weakened until it disappeared completely.

Now it's so quiet that you can only hear him talking.

"If you haven't been exposed to illusion in advance, and you can't build a channel to retain your memory, after you realize that there is a problem with your memory..."

He suddenly paused for a few seconds, as if thinking about something, and when he spoke again, there was something else in his calm voice.

"How do you get back those erased memories?"

You froze for a moment, and soon realized something was wrong.

This assumption is simply not true for you, but since Liudaokuo asks this question, it means that such a situation does exist, so there is only one possibility——

The person he really wants to ask is you in 20 years.

Knowing his intentions, you smiled knowingly.

"Since you're so curious..."

With slightly bent fingers, he tapped his knees lightly, then raised his head to meet the young man's eyes, and asked meaningfully: "Why don't you ask "me" yourself? "

"..." The young man with a handsome face is looking at you with downcast eyes, his brows are cold, his smooth jaw line goes behind his ears and sinks into his hair roots, and his long dark blue hair hangs around his elbows and hangs on his waist, like a winding snake.

After a long while, he carelessly parted the corners of his lips.

"Forget it, it's nothing important anyway."

After Liudaomu and Fran left this space, you didn't leave with them. Instead, you stayed here, quietly feeling the movement of your breath from the depths of your soul 20 years later.

The moment you learn the tangible hallucination, the breath that merged with your soul became active for no reason.

You close your eyes, your mind keeps sinking, until your mental power touches the breath in the depths of your soul, suddenly your eyes are bright.

The boundless spiritual space disappears, and you suddenly appear in another strange place. You look around and see the quiet and peaceful town, where ordinary people in plain clothes come and go.

You seem to be in a lively bazaar.

The housewife wearing a turban is carrying a bamboo basket and bargaining with the shopkeeper. The child next to her is holding the hem of the clothes, holding candy in her hand, and her big blue eyes are shy and curious.

The child looks at you, slurring his words: "Sister, sister..."

After the housewife bought something she was satisfied with, she followed the child's eyes and looked over, but found nothing. She squatted down and coaxed: "My sister is not here, but my sister is at home. Let's go back and find her."

As she spoke, she picked up the child and walked straight through your mental body.

The little girl suddenly widened her eyes, looked at you, then looked down at herself, pursed her lips, sobbed, and finally cried out loudly.

You froze for a moment, seeing that the housewife had to stop to coax the children, for some reason you felt a little guilty, turned around and walked deep into the street.

The town is next to the forest.

The further you go, the more remote and fewer people live.

But there is a strange attraction to you, as if there is something important waiting for you at the end of the road.

Walking across the stone bridge at the end, you can see a sea of ​​flowers.

In the depths of the quiet and elegant environment, stands a house, the outer wall is inlaid with large creepers, and there are a few lingering flowers in the middle, and the orange red like flames is interspersed with the fresh and lively green.

Suddenly, the window on the second floor was gently pushed open by a pair of hands.

The sun shines on the transparent glass, and the reflected light blocks her face.But the long black hair poured down from the shoulders, and overflowed the window sill with the breeze, rippling softly.

She raised her hand to block the sun.

Pale gray shadows covered her face.

Then the face covered by the strong light immediately appeared, and your gaze met her, and you met a pair of blue-purple eyes.

Clear and deep, like a pair of priceless gems.

The years haven't left any marks on her body, she looked at you, and suddenly smiled, with a nostalgic look: "I just wanted to try it, but I didn't expect it to succeed..."

Her eyelids were slightly closed, and the broken light that sifted through the shadows of the trees was faintly reflected in her pupils, and she seemed to have an indescribable tenderness.

"Nice to meet, Lucia."

A voice that is extremely familiar to you sounds from the bottom of my heart:

"I am you in 20 years."