you turned on the love game

This special performance does not require you and Jessica to appear on the stage. Hisoka simply satisfied your curiosity about "Who is John? Doe" and left first, leaving you to walk slowly behind.

Along the way, you can feel Jessica's eyes drifting over from time to time, and when you look back, you pretend to be nonchalant, but in fact, "You don't need to say it, I understand everything" is written all over your face.

You couldn't help but laugh out loud at her expression.

This time, the organizer specially reserved two rows of seats for the members of the Muritonio Troupe. After the performance started, everyone went to the center of the venue. There were few people left in the usually crowded backstage.

You stand at the gate between the backstage and the front desk as usual, quietly watching the performance on stage, when suddenly there are gentle footsteps behind you, and then the other party stops beside you.

"Martha, why don't you sit in the auditorium with everyone?"

The middle-aged man in the magic hat turned his head to look at you, his cane lightly touched the ground, and he looked amiable behind the round glasses, "The auditorium is more suitable for watching performances than here."

You glanced at him: "It's Tonio."

Looking back at the lively stage, "I like this place better. Besides, didn't you go to the auditorium too?"

Meritonio laughed: "I like it better here too."

The performance gradually reached its climax, and the audience's emotions also rose, but you didn't fully focus on the performance, and gave half of it to the troupe leader standing beside you.

You always feel that he has some purpose in coming here.

Sure enough, at the end of the performance, he said, "Almost a month has passed, has Martha found any clues to the attack?"

His tone was full of concern, as if he was a kind elder.

At this time, Hisoka on the stage just caught the rotating prop thrown by Kishida, and the audience burst into loud cheers.In this bustling scene one after another, you are as quiet as a stranger.

You looked at him and said with a smile, "I've found the clue."

The expression on Meritonio's face remained the same, and his tone was the same, as if he was not surprised at all: "Oh? Who do you think?"

You said softly, "It's John? Doe."

Tonio paused with his hand stroking his beard, and looked down slightly.

The light from the venue shone on his round-rimmed glasses, reflecting bursts of dazzling white light, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

"Do you think so?" he asked.

"Well, because my injuries are very similar to those of the victims."

"But the people John Doe killed are all dead."

Meritonio pointed out the loopholes: "But Martha, you were just injured, and the wound healed quickly."

There was another round of cheers.

The troupe performed to the last show, Damie stepped on a unicycle, and his partner danced on his shoulders, and suddenly jumped directly from his shoulders to the shoulders of another troupe member who was riding a unicycle.

After the audience's emotions subside, you calmly say to the middle-aged man with a cane, "Tonio is wrong."

You looked at him with a smile on your face: "Maybe... I was indeed killed by him at that time?"

Meritonio didn't speak, he seemed to be thinking about the authenticity of your words, but he didn't seem to think about anything, just staring at you.

You suddenly rolled your eyes and said, "I'm just kidding."

Leaning against the door frame in a leisurely manner, he continued, "Probably John? Doe thought he had killed me, but he didn't expect that I was still alive."

"That's right," Tonio agreed.

"However, Tonio, I suspect that John Doe has something to do with the troupe."

"Why do you think so?"

You immediately drew a simple map on the wall: "This is where I was attacked."

He pointed out the end of the road, "And here is the troupe."

"The alley where I was attacked is the only way to the troupe. If you don't have contact with the troupe, you don't know about it."

Meritonio chuckled, took off his glasses, put them in his breast pocket, and looked at you calmly: "So..."

"So, I guess John? Doe has seen the troupe."

You answered with a smile.

Tonio's other hand in his trouser pocket tightened and relaxed, but he didn't show anything on his face. Instead, the end of his voice rose slightly, with a curious look: "You mean... John? Doe is an audience?"

"It's very likely, isn't it?"

The performance finally ended, and the members of the troupe stood on the stage and bowed to take the curtain call one by one. Tonio seemed to have lost interest in continuing to communicate with you, so he just nodded and said, "It's an interesting guess."

Then turned around and prepared to leave here.

"Tonio..."

You raised the corners of your lips and said with a smile in your tone, "Tell me, will John Doe be shocked when he sees me on the stage?"

He raised his hand to support the magic hat, and said in a deep voice, "I will definitely."

Then he walked away without haste.

The performing troupe members came down one after another and returned to the backstage, and greeted you with winks. After you responded one by one, you looked at Hisoka at the end, sighed and said, "I didn't see anything on his face."

Hisoka said he felt "too unreal" after attacking John Doe, suspected that there might be something stuck on the face of that person, and speculated that it was him based on the time of Meritonio's travel.

"Um... is it?"

He elongated the ending sound, raised the end of his eyes and looked at the back of Meritonio walking away, with strong interest in his eyes.

"Maybe you need special means to see it..."

For Hisoka, standing against Meritonio, who taught himself himself, was an extremely exciting thing.Even just looking at the back of the man leaving, he couldn't help but smile excitedly.

You have no interest in this, turn around and plan to leave.

"Lucia..."

Step out of the footsteps.

appeared again.

The flat tone that was about to get angry.

You turned your head and looked at Hisoka's face that instantly cooled down.

He knew that his plan to sneak away was seen through by him, but he didn't intend to admit it at all. Instead, he blinked at him, with the corners of his lips slightly raised: "I know, I'll tell you tonight."

Then he asked confidently, "Do you think I will regret it?"

Hisoka, who used to only silently glance at you when he refused to admit it, took a step towards you unexpectedly, looked down at you with his height, and then bent slightly to get closer to you, breathing into your ear canal.

"Well... yes..."

You couldn't help shaking, a strange feeling suddenly appeared in your heart.Pressing his face with the palm of his hand and gently pushing it out, he took the opportunity to press out several small dimples on his face with his fingers.

"Then you guessed wrong, I won't."

night.

The platform outside the room.

Hisoka is already sitting in the corner playing cards when you arrive.

This time he didn't build a poker tower, but changed the way of playing, drawing out the same cards and then canceling each other out, which is a bit like drawing a joker card.

When I noticed that you were coming, I only raised my eyes a little, then lowered my head and immersed myself in my game.So you sit there too, and get a closer look at what he will end up playing.

In the end, he only had two joker cards left for himself.

"How on earth did you do it?"

"Ha ha……"

Hisoka smiled, but didn't answer.

He cleaned the messed up cards and stacked them neatly, then looked at you and leaned back against the wall leisurely, waiting for you to speak.

You lowered your eyes and pondered for a moment, put your hands on the railing, and said softly: "I woke up again and found myself in this body."

It is impossible for you to tell Hisoka about the game, and you have a faint feeling... This is not like a pure game world, so you intend to connect the present with the previous experience.

"Seriously injured in the head, fell down in a dirty alley... and still has all the memories of this body."

"It's an amazing experience, isn't it? I think so too."

"..." Hisoka didn't speak.

It's really amazing.

You say it again in your mind.

It's so amazing that this is just a game world, but after you receive the memory of the identity of the game character, you sincerely regard this place as the real world and invest in your emotions.

Now I have fully accepted the identity of "Lucia".

But in the dark, you feel that this should be you, but the memory of being "Sara" in reality is ethereal and fragile, as if it was something extra out of thin air, just like your memory of watching "Martha".

You said softly, "There may be something wrong with my memory."

Under Hisoka's expressionless gaze, you continued, "Many times I think this is not a real world."

"But my emotions tell me that's not the case."

You look down at your palm, the light blue blood vessels are buried under the thin skin, and the life-sustaining blood flows through it, everything tells you that this place is real.

This game and reality...

Which one is the real fake?

Or, are both real?

"I want to find out why." You put your hands down and said gently to Hisoka, "So it will take a while before I can fully tell you."

"Because I only know a little about it now."

The pair of golden eyes that look like beasts stared at you: "A little time?"

He opened the corner of his mouth and smiled, "Well, yes...no problem. How long do you plan to take..."

You put your chin on one hand and smiled at him: "I don't know either."

Then he rolled his eyes happily, "And I will probably change my identity again soon, I have this hunch."

"..."

"Don't look at me blankly."

You brushed away your hair that was blown by the wind, and said: "I promise you, I will take the initiative to tell you next time if you change your identity, is that okay?"

Then he asked with a smile: "So don't change your phone number."

Before he could sneer, he grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously, and said seriously, "Okay, you have already agreed."

The laugh that hadn't come out of his mouth was strangled in his throat like this.

Jessica liked the city of Morrigou very much, and decided to hold a wedding here before the troupe left, and paid a high fee to rush to make the wedding dress, which was finally delivered a few days later.

Even though she was too nervous to sleep the night before, after seeing Master in the church the next day, she regained her radiant and pretty face, lifted her skirt, and galloped happily towards him.

She held Master's hand throughout the banquet, smiling sweetly.

Dami brought his long-cherished camera, clicked and took countless photos of the couple, and then turned to other members of the banquet, as if to freeze this scene in the picture forever.

Suddenly you shouted, "Dami!"

After he looked over, he shouted at him: "Help us take pictures too!"

You point to yourself, and Hisoka next to you.

The red-haired boy, who was lowering his head and eating lazily while holding the bread, paused in his hand, and looked up at the camera.He raised his eyebrows lightly, put the bread on the plate in front of him, and rested his arms on the seat.

Before taking the photo, you took out a mask from your backpack and put it on, speaking through the mask with a muffled voice: "If you cover your face, you won't look like Martha, but more like Lucia."

Hearing this, Can's golden pupils turned slightly and looked at you.

"It's time to shoot!" Da Mi shouted.

You subconsciously want to put your arm around Hisoka's shoulders - that's what you've done with him and Rina before when you took pictures.But now that he's grown up and taller than you, it's going to be weird to pose like that.

Before you had time to think about it, you immediately pulled his hand off the back of the chair.Then he hooked his arm directly in his puzzled expression, raised his voice and responded to Dami: "It's ok!"

In this posture, he pressed the shutter continuously, and finally straightened up and raised his head and said to you: "It's ok."

You want to know how the shooting is going, so you simply walk over and put your head in front of his camera: "Let me see?"

Dami called out the photo to show you, and let out a "huh" in surprise.

"Martha, Hisoka is watching you."

"is it?"

"Look..." He turned the camera to you.

In the picture, the black-haired girl is wearing a ridiculous and naive mask, and the red-haired boy sitting next to her raises the corners of her lips indifferently, tilts her head slightly to the right, and looks disinterested.

But those golden eyes inadvertently slid to the left, and glanced at the girl next to him hooking his arm.

The movements are so subtle that ordinary people can't detect them at all.

"Before I joined the troupe, I was a full-time photographer." Dami said, "I can recognize this subtle expression at a glance."

You froze for a moment, then raised your eyes to look at Hisoka's position.

There was no one in the seat.