Long live money

However, the weirdness was not enough to make Misaka Mikoto flinch, and what made Misaka Mikoto's face change drastically was another thing.

Something she could hardly believe.

She stretched out her hand, and all the boys turned to her, not because they discovered Misaka Mikoto's existence, but because Misaka Mikoto could clearly feel that all the boys at the moment were reacting to her power.

In other words, if the authenticity is judged only by mutual induction, the boys in front of me are all real.

But how is this possible...

Misaka Mikoto, who had vowed to save the boy and awakened the boy herself, immediately fell into confusion. The current situation is definitely not a problem that can be solved by her determination and ability.

It turns out that the sensory ability brought about by her assimilation is not a key to solve the problem, but just a piece of paper that makes her qualified for the real test?

Now... what to do?

Even though she promised Shokuhou Misaki just now, everything will be left to herself, and Misaka Mikoto will solve everything by herself...

But now, the scene in front of her is beyond Misaka Mikoto's comprehension and control, let alone solving the problem.

Myself... really sucks!

Biting her lip, Misaka Mikoto raised her head to meet the eyes of countless boys.Now she didn't know what to do, but she still took a step, resisting the pain in the soles of her feet, step by step, under the gaze of all the boys with the same face, walked into the city, and walked in front of one of the boys.

Looking at the boy at close range, the face in front of me is undoubtedly Misaka Mikoto's face in reality, which she never tires of scrutinizing every day these days, and even remembers some details of her face.

Even though she knew that the face in front of her was very unreal, Misaka Mikoto's heart still beat fast.However, the current situation did not allow her to hesitate, and she mustered up the courage to open her mouth towards the boy.

"Um... hello, my name is Misaka Mikoto, it's the first time we meet, may I know your name?"

Bravely speaking these words, Misaka Mikoto felt like her heart was going to burst, her cheeks were flushed with disappointment again, and even the courage to raise her head disappeared.

However, Misaka Mikoto, who lowered her head, saw the beautiful wedding dress on her body, which made her fidget again, and her hands were twisted together, almost twisted into twists.

"Me?"

The boy suddenly spoke out, his voice was gentle with a maturity that didn't match the boy's face, Misaka Mikoto, who heard the boy's voice for the first time, suddenly raised her head, and then saw a gentle smile on the corner of the boy's mouth.

For a moment, Misaka Mikoto felt as if her heart had calmed down.

These days, although I have been looking at the boy's face every day, that face is expressionless, even with a trace of sickness.Seeing such a face, Misaka Mikoto felt even more worried.

Misaka Mikoto also tried to imagine what kind of expression the boy saw when she woke up.

Is it confusion, plainness, indifference, resentment, or looking at passers-by?

Of course, it could also be a smile, but Misaka Mikoto didn't know why and didn't dare to imagine the boy's smile.

Now, looking at the smile on the boy's face, Misaka Mikoto probably understood.

If she really saw the boy's smile, she probably couldn't help but look at the boy secretly, looking forward to seeing the same scene again next time.

"Well, that's right, that, can you tell me your name?"

Misaka Mikoto was full of anticipation, even ignoring the blush on her face, she stared desperately at the boy's mouth, eagerly anticipating every word the boy would utter.

"can."

Misaka Mikoto breathed a sigh of relief at the boy's answer, and then Misaka Mikoto heard the boy's name.

"My name is Makoto Ito, please give me more advice in the future."

Makoto Ito?

Misaka Mikoto was taken aback, and the expression on her face suddenly became strange.

As for why she became weird, she didn't know, but hearing this name, Misaka Mikoto always felt very absurd.

Could it be... the boy in front of him is playing tricks on her?

"Why, is my name bad? Ah, I see..."

The boy seemed to have thought of something, and said: "You are an outsider, I must have made a mistake. Now all of us have the same face, which is a characteristic of our city, but each of us has a different name. Oh."

"If you want to find someone, I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort. Of course, you can also contact the city's administrators. I believe they will be very enthusiastic about you as an outsider. After all, you are the city's The first outsider ever."

"Sorry, I still have to catch the subway, so I won't say anything more to you. If you need help, you can find a public phone and call Yaoyaoling."

After finishing speaking, Ito Makoto nodded to Misaka Mikoto, then turned and left. By the way, he took out his mobile phone and put on his earphones, not knowing what he was listening to.

Misaka Mikoto was left stunned, thinking about what Makoto Ito said just now.

Everyone... has a different name?

While thinking, Misaka Mikoto looked around at all the boys, some of them were still looking at Misaka Mikoto, seemed to be a little interested in Misaka Mikoto, while others continued their own way and walked into the distance.

This is... a joke!

Everyone has their own name, this kind of thing... is clearly the worst kind of prank!

"Do you need help?"

Just when Misaka Mikoto looked at everything around him hesitantly, a boy in police uniform came over, smiled and walked to Misaka Mikoto's side. The appearance of that police uniform made Misaka Mikoto's heart flutter, but compared , her girlish heart has also quieted down quite a bit.

"Ah... yes, that, I'm looking for someone, I only know that he... looks exactly like you, but, I don't know his name..."

Hearing Misaka Mikoto's words, the police boy frowned slightly, showed a wry smile, and said, "This is a bit difficult. After all, we all look exactly the same here, and names are an important feature to distinguish us..."

"Sorry, but I really don't know his name. Ah, by the way, can you tell me your name?"

Misaka Mikoto asked tentatively, and the police boy seemed to understand what the girl was thinking, and said, "Ah, it doesn't matter if I tell you, look here."

Speaking of which, the policeman pointed to the work ID he was wearing, and said, "My name is Shiba Tatsuya, and I am a policeman. But I don't think you know me, because I don't know you either."

Misaka Mikoto's face was once again lost, and she was a little confused by the strange development in front of her.

"All right."

Seeing this, Shiba Tatsu also tried to comfort Misaka Mikoto, saying: "Don't be downcast, little sister. Seeing that you are wearing such a suit, are you here to confess to him?"

Misaka Mikoto shook her body and said quickly, "That... this is..."

"I understand, I understand, young man! But your matter is really troublesome, so I'll take you to meet the consul of our city."

"Consul?"

"That's right, he created this city and us. He is the origin of everything, and he gave everything here."

Hearing this, Misaka Mikoto's eyes lit up immediately, as if grasping a light in the darkness, and said, "Then what is his name!"

047 Hello, My Name Is Mo Ao

"Hello, my name is Mo Ao."

When Misaka Mikoto came to the top floor of the central administrative office, she immediately saw the boy standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the whole city.

The boy seemed to already know the origin and purpose of Misaka Mikoto, so the first time he saw Misaka Mikoto, he said his name.

"Mo... proud?"

Misaka Mikoto muttered the name in surprise, feeling that this name is a bit different from the previous one?

Along the way, just as Misaka Mikoto knew before, all she saw were boys with the same face, and by now she was familiar with it.

She also asked the names of a few people, and the answers from the other party were all Japanese names such as Aliangliang Muli, Kasugano Yu, Ayazaki Sa, Guimu Guima, and such a short name like Mo Ao, which is still Heard it for the first time.

Hearing this name, Misaka Mikoto's heart hangs. Is this person in front of her the one she is looking for? Is it the boy who saved her?

Also, what the hell is going on here?

"It seems that you are very puzzled, sit down."

Mo Ao pointed to the sofa in the distance, Misaka Mikoto nodded and sat down on the sofa, and carefully arranged the wedding dress on her body before sitting down.

"It seems that you are injured, do you need my help?"

Misaka Mikoto was taken aback, and was about to wave his hand to say no, but Mo Ao had already stretched out his hand, a red and white light flashed on his hand, and flew to Misaka Mikoto's body, healed the wound on Misaka Mikoto's sole, and Misaka Mikoto no longer felt There was less than a trace of pain.

Not only that, a pair of pure white high-heeled shoes appeared on Misaka Mikoto's feet, the same pair that Misaka Mikoto had lost for the convenience of walking in the sand.

All this made Misaka Mikoto dumbfounded, and then she looked at the boy eagerly, her eyes full of desire for knowledge.

"That... Excuse me, is it you, did you save me before? As the creator and manager of this city, what do you mean?"

Mo Ao put his hands behind his back, thought for a few seconds, and said, "I'd better answer these two questions in reverse, let's answer the second one first."

"First of all, I am indeed the creator of this city, the manager, and the source of everything here. After I regained my consciousness, I was alone in a long period of loneliness and waiting."

"I didn't understand what happened, and I didn't know what to do, but in order to get rid of this loneliness and loneliness, I thought of a way."

"As for this method...it is this city."

When Misaka Mikoto heard this, she seemed to understand.

"Although it is not elegant, it is indeed a way to relieve loneliness. I created countless me, imagining that we have different identities and different lives, so that I have something to do in this long time Do."

"At the beginning, it was only a few people, and in the end, this city was formed, and countless me were formed."

"Hearing this, don't you think it's a mental illness?"

Misaka Mikoto quickly waved her hand and said, "Ah, no, absolutely not. That... I can understand, really."

Misaka Mikoto put herself in the shoes of the boy in front of her and thought about it, then she thought about Shokuhou Misaki before.Even a superpower like Shokuhou Misaki has been exhausted like that for a year in this world, let alone the boy in front of him.

A year here is about half an hour in the real world, and a week has passed since the boy was resurrected and fell into a deep sleep, more than 150 hours, so isn't it more than 300 years here?

Thinking of this, Misaka Mikoto felt her heart tightening. If someone really lived alone in one place for 300 years, it would be a normal reaction to go crazy, right?

In comparison, the boy in front of him just created the city, which is indeed a more elegant solution.

It was also because of this that the boy in front of him stood in front of him, didn't he?

"I'm glad you didn't despise me for my crazy behavior."

"Ah no... All of this actually happened because of me. It was because you saved me that you became what you are now."

"So," Misaka Mikoto lowered her head slightly, the surging emotion in her heart was about to explode, and said, "So, please accept my..."

Misaka Mikoto wanted to thank the boy in front of her, but he stretched out his hand and made a stop motion.This made Misaka Mikoto's voice stop abruptly, and she looked at the boy in front of her in puzzlement.

"Before you want to thank who, I still need to answer your first question, who saved you."

"Let me tell you directly, I am not the one who saved you."

Misaka Mikoto was stunned, and just about to ask, Mo Ao continued: "To be precise, it should be us."

"us……"

"Yes, we are."

Mo Ao nodded, and continued: "The me you see right now is just the first awakened part of the individual who saved you, the part named Mo Ao. But in fact, the me who saved you has already Divided for countless people in this city right now, experiencing countless lives.”

"They are like me, they are part of the real me. That's why I say, it's us who saved you, it's the integration of all the people in this city after I abandoned my current name, not the current Part of who I am."

Misaka Mikoto was a little confused, but finally understood, and said: "That is to say... if you want to recover, you need to integrate all the people together!"

Mo Ao seemed a little surprised, and said: "That's right, your comprehension is excellent. I wanted to give you another example to explain it, but I didn't expect you to have recognized the essence."

"So, now I will answer your first question. It is the complete me after all of us have merged that is the one who really saved you, and you should thank that me."

Misaka Mikoto took a deep breath, and hope rose again in her heart. She stood up and said, "Well, what can I do, there must be something for me to do!"

"You want to ask, do we want to merge, how should we merge?"

Misaka Mikoto was a little embarrassed, and said: "Well, that's right, I didn't dare to ask directly. You...you all seem to be different selves, so there won't be any problems, such as that...that..."

"Schizophrenia, multiple personalities?"

Misaka Mikoto nodded quickly, and said, "Ah, although I meant that, I didn't say you were sick!"

"Haha," Mo Ao laughed, and said, "No, it's okay to say that we are sick now, after all, the current situation is indeed sick."

"But don't worry."

Mo Ao pointed to his own head, and said: "This split is more of a game, and right now we are actually just playing in cosplay to pass the boring time. So, you don't have to worry about fusion at all. , as long as I want, I can fuse all of me together at any time."

"At that time, the one who really saved you will appear. He will represent all of our will, and there will be no mental problems."

"All of this, for us, is at best a colorful dream."

Hearing this, Misaka Mikoto felt relieved, and said, "That means, can you fully recover now, then why are you still in a deep sleep?"

"about this point."

Mo Ao shook his head with a wry smile, and said: "After all, there are times when precision instruments fail, and even the most perfect program sometimes has bugs, and the game I play actually has such a small error."

"Error... what is that?"