【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

"Qingqi, what do you think?"

"..."

Qingqi looked at Niyu, who was still pale on the opposite side. In his memory, Niyu had never been so haggard - he also knew that Niyu had been under a lot of pressure since he was able to stop the heart of the furnace.

But he found nothing.

If only, if only he was as powerful as Miss Moon.

Sure enough, am I still too incompetent?

But, but——

"Ahem, I'm sorry, Niyu, can I talk to Qinqi Zhizhe?"

They both looked up at the same time - it was Escher.

There were circles of bandages wrapped around his neck. I don't know if it was for this reason that made his voice sound particularly dull.

"..."

Probably due to the influence of the girl, Qinqi Zhe didn't have a good impression of Escher, so he subconsciously wanted to reject it.

But - partly out of politeness - on the other hand, Qin Qi suddenly realized something.

Escher may have been the last person to see Miss Moon.

Just like that, Qinqi Zhe answered before Niyu could speak:

"Of course, Mr. Escher."

Escher was not surprised, he just made a gesture of invitation:

"Our conversation may need to be moved to a humble residence so that it can be better carried out."

The Qingqi nodded to Niyu and said softly:

"Don't worry...I won't make things difficult for you."

Escher's house actually has good lighting, but it may be because the memory of the last time he came here was too frightening, so as soon as the admirer entered the house, he felt physically depressed and uneasy - but the admirer's His nature is too simple. He can hardly imagine how sinister the human heart can be. He can figure out that the greatest evil is probably deception and betrayal.

Normally speaking, this kind of mentality of a curious person will only remain in children, and after entering the adult world, this will be the first thing to be broken.

But Qingqi is lucky. No matter it is Niwa, the girl, or Tatarsha, no one intends to crush his dream with cruel preaching, and they all protect his kindness.

In his world, "good" is bright, but "evil" is chaotic and blurry. Even if the "evil" crosses the boundary little by little, he cannot react immediately.

Just like a slow person who always misses the dusk and only feels that when the day passes, it becomes night.

"You seem to have something to ask." Escher offered the admirer a cup of hot tea. "They said you like tea. Try it."

"Ah, thanks."

The admirer took the cup of tea, nodded to Escher, and put the cup to his lips as if by muscle memory. The steam scorched his mouth and nose, and he trembled subconsciously.

"You seem nervous?"

"I, I," the little thought was suddenly pointed out, and the calmness that Qingqi had managed to maintain was broken for a moment. He panicked for a moment while holding the cup of tea, and then put the quilt on the table in front of him at a loss, " No, just, just thinking about stuff.”

"I'm thinking of Miss Zhouyou," Escher walked over and sat down opposite the admirer. "She does have the ability to make people miss you - you just want to ask me, where did she go?"

The curious person did not hear anything in Escher's words, as if all his words had been passed through his ears, and only the word "Zhou You" was filtered out:

"Well, what happened the day she left? Or what was said? Do you know...where she went?"

"There are so many questions, Mr. Qinqizhe, let me think about it - after all, I am still a patient who has not recovered from serious injuries, and my memory is not very good."

The admirer looked hesitantly at Escher's neck, which was wrapped in layers of bandages - it was actually a bit funny, but the admirer couldn't laugh.

He probably has a bit of divinity in him. He can always empathize with other people's pain and sorrow easily. His eyes moved slightly, he pursed his lips, and finally asked:

"Are your injuries...serious?"

Escher raised his hand and touched the bandage, shrugging indifferently:

"It's nothing, it's just that she almost died. She may still miss a little bit of our old friendship."

"Old love?" Qinqi was stunned for a moment, "Have you known each other before?"

"Of course, of course - Niwa didn't tell you before?"

"She and I are still old lovers."

"......old lover?"

This word is very simple, and those who admire it can still react to it.

Just a little disbelief.

"Well, before she defected from the institute, and then - she lost her memory."

I don’t know if it’s the delusion of the astonished, but I just find the word “amnesia” in Escher’s mouth somewhat intriguing and suggestive.

"But I don't know what her 'amnesia' is like - she hasn't forgotten her original name, nor the knowledge in her mind, nor even the study of evil spirits..."

Escher shook his head with a sad look on his face, and then opened his eyes, filled with the care and self-blame of his elders:

"Qingqi, although I have never communicated with you, I also know that you are a very simple person - you don't need to blame yourself for being used by her. It was me. I couldn't let her go, thinking that she could finally return to her homeland. I have gone to a normal and peaceful life, and now I..."

The hands under the sleeves of the admirer were tightly clenched, and the knuckles of his thumbs were deeply embedded in the flesh on the side of his index fingers. Finally, he gave up the so-called "education" and interrupted Escher:

"No, what do you mean? You mean she never lost her memory, she just - you are slandering her!"

Probably because of extreme anger, Qinqi's body trembled uncontrollably, her beautiful eyes widened, and the words "I don't believe it" were written all over her face:

"How could she want to harm everyone, how could she lie to me -"

"The admirer," unlike the overly excited state of the admirer, Escher seemed very calm, even with a lifeless tranquility, "I know you don't want to believe all this - but you are a puppet after all, Her control over human nature is far inferior to that of Zhou You, she is very good at this."

Doll...?

As if the pause button had been pressed for a moment, the admirer retracted his forward body somewhat stiffly. He originally pointed at Escher, but slowly raised his chin to show off his temperament. His gaze flickered. He moved to his hands folded in his lap.

This is an expression of self-protection.

"Ah, so this is your secret? Sorry."

Escher's face was immediately filled with apology:

"She told me so casually that day, I thought -"

After confirming that his expression was out of the sight of the admirer, Escher could not help but curl his lips:

"It's not really a secret."