Food reserves are all love brains? [Comprehensive]

"Hey, Ishida, why are you still standing there, Ishi—?!"

Seeing his colleague standing still, Tianjing Yaxiong walked over impatiently, reached out and patted Ishida on the shoulder, but the man fell down immediately.

He was stunned by this turn of events, bent down, and frantically went to help Shitian:

"Wake up, Ishida, what's going on?! Damn it!"

Ishida had no trauma, and his breathing rate was normal, but this made Yaxiong Tianjing even more nervous. He looked at the girl Ishida brought:

"What did you do?"

The girl supported her head and shook her head innocently.

"Don't worry, he will wake up soon. Before that, let me borrow you."

The voice came from behind, and immediately after, the patio felt a chill soaking into the bone marrow and lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he found that his hands were full of blood, and the voice he heard before coma spoke again:

"I searched the knowledge in your brain, and I have an understanding of the physical perfection and emotional modules of the clone, but I still have a question-how do you think of the soul of the clone?"

soul?

Are you kidding me, this is Academy City.

What kind of religious fanatic is this damned intruder?

But in order to save his life, he could only answer honestly.

Thinking this way, Yaxiong Tianjing trembled his voice and expressed his little understanding of the soul:

"It is said that some people feel that the soul has its own weight. If you really want to measure it accurately, I can do it too, but I have never thought about doing research in this area."

"Then do you think that the soul can be cloned, copied and divided?"

"In the experiments so far, although the physical condition of the body will change as the experiment progresses, it seems to be affected by the number of clones-I'm not sure, I don't have a control group."

"I see. You mean, you don't know anything about it?"

"Yes—no no, that's not what I meant!"

Tianjing Yaxiong defended in horror, intending to show his value and redeem it, but this time he did not hear the other party's response.

He waited in place for a few minutes, but still did not hear any response, and only then did he confirm that the other party had left.

Tianjing breathed a sigh of relief, and looked around tremblingly.

As he expected, the surroundings were in chaos, the instrument wires were torn off, the glass cover was shattered, and even the walls were completely destroyed, as if they had been ravaged by wild beasts.

But in this mess, only one key thing is missing.

What about bloodstains?

Tianjing looked at his palm in a daze: it was clean and there was no trace.

——Is everything that happened just now his illusion?

"...how did I fall asleep?"

Truth was still a little dazed when she woke up, and she was even more dazed when she found herself lying in a warm embrace.

"You're awake, Truth."

What greeted her was Enkidu's usual gentle and refreshing smile, but what was different from usual was——

"Your soul is suddenly so condensed??? This kind of touch—is it not too far from the real body?!"

Truth squeezed Enkidu's face in shock: it was soft and elastic, completely like the touch of the flesh.

God! ! !

"Did I sleep for a year?!"

Enkidu looked at her dumbfounded, and held her hand:

"Don't worry, you just slept for a while, do you have a headache?"

"Headache?"

Truth looked at him strangely,

"Not at all, why do you ask?"

A silence answered the truth.

The little girl was not in a hurry, she was like a happy and novel child who finally got a long-coveted toy, pulling Enkidu's hair for a while, pulling his ears for a while, groping around like ADHD.Enkidu kept his expression calm and held her tightly in his arms.

The little girl finally had enough of playing, and sighed contentedly:

"Enkidu is mine at last."

"Are you still satisfied?"

"Ok!"

The little girl looked at her belongings with bright eyes, hooked his neck, and kissed his cheek.

"Although Enkidu who can stay in my ring obediently wants to have it, but Enkidu who can still be hugged is more valuable for collection."

"The value of collection? This saying sounds really familiar."

Enkidu sighed,

"You, if you don't learn the good ones, you can learn the bad ones."

"?"

He didn't seem to notice the doubt on her face, but he continued calmly:

"I still remember the first time we met. At that time, I thought that I had no chance to clear up my confusion, but you gave me a second chance. Some words, the truth, you may think that it doesn't matter, I have to say tell you."

The moonlight poured down on the side face of the green-haired boy, as if the feathers of the underworld feathers were flying all over the sky, bidding a gentle farewell to the soul that had regained its life.

"Perhaps you have already learned about it in Uruk. I was born as the lock of the sky, a tool used by God to stabilize the world and appease the king. I was guided by Shamhat, and I understood what a human being is, and I became curious , I approached Jill, and as I was destined, I did my job—but not all of it.”

"Jill became an excellent king. I was supposed to make the king closer to God, but I was addicted to the position of a close friend and fascinated by the atmosphere of the world. In the end, as a tool out of control, I died under the curse of God."

"I have resented and cursed, I have cursed my destiny, the God who created me, but I don't know why. I feel lost, but I don't know what is right to get it back. So, the first time, I refused about you."

"At that time, I still couldn't understand how much I was greedy for life and things in the world. I regarded myself as a tool, refused to accept the selfishness, narrowness and pain that belonged to human beings, and refused to admit that I had already been born with a human heart .”

"The underworld is my escapist shell. The dead don't grow up in it, they just go back to the past day after day."

"It wasn't until you forcibly woke me from that numb state that I finally realized—"

"From a long time ago, I have long lost the qualifications of a tool, and I can only become a human being with no retreat."

"I thank you very, very much, Truth."

"And, I want to help you."

"Although I am still very immature as a human being, I can't even determine whether to hurt or help, and I am always confused about my behavior and heart, I still want to help you."

"Can you allow me to assert myself and correct me when I am wrong, Truth?"

(Because I found that there are not as many people who can help you as I thought.)

Although his face remained calm, after such a line, Enkidu found that the audience was distracted, and Enkidu still felt a little troubled.

When he found that the little girl not only didn't listen at all, but also stared at him lewdly, he was even more disturbed.When asked "what's the matter", the other party said very sincerely:

"You look so pretty when you talk."

Enkidu couldn't laugh or cry, he suddenly felt that his thinking was too simple, and he had never dealt with that king so hard.

(Clearly understood but pretended not to understand, clearly noticed but still acted as if nothing had happened... What are you thinking?)

Enki, who was seriously troubled, wanted to put on a serious face and say something serious, but soon became helpless under the girl's coquettish offensive. He took advantage of the opportunity of passing by the streetlight, and quietly glanced at himself reflected in the glass window of the shop.

It seems that the face is a little red.

——Is it an illusion?