Fantasies That Descend on Collapse

'I don't suggest you now, wandering the streets with your old appearance. '

"what happened?"

'Um...uh...I suggest you turn your head and look to the right...'

"...?"

With doubts, he just followed Karen's suggestion, turned his head and looked to his right, and then saw the color TV placed in the display cabinet of the shop.

And on the TV screen, it was his own...and extremely clear photo.

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This is, what could be called a day of disaster...

Returning without success for half a day, being inexplicably blamed, and having to give up using the appearance I used to be...

So...how on earth did I get photographed by surveillance?And it's so clear...

"Ugh..."

Luo Chen, who was sitting on a bench in the street, looked at the picture on the mobile phone webpage with his tight news, he could only sigh to express the helplessness in his heart.

If he continues to act on the street with his original appearance, then he may be regarded as a terrorist carrying a bomb and taken to drink tea.

But now, he encountered another problem, which was not particularly serious, but made him very uncomfortable.

After putting his mobile phone in his pocket, facing the pedestrians on the street looking at him from time to time, the only thing he can do is pull up the hood of his coat and give himself psychological comfort.

It's been too long... It's been too long since he showed his inherited but truly his own appearance in such a public place.

Just like the artist who has been wearing a mask for a long time, when he takes off the mask, when he peeps at himself in the mirror...

I don't know if it's a doubt, I don't know if it's a stranger...

And this feeling may actually be inferiority.

'It's so rare, I can't remember how long ago you last took off your disguise. '

"..."

Kallen's familiar voice came out of his ear, but when faced with her teasing this time, Luo Chen did not use the same words to counterattack as he did in the past.

He just continued to pull down the brim of his hat and chose to remain silent.

'Eh?Are you unhappy? '

"..."

'Um?Could it be that you feel shy because of being noticed by so many people? '

'Am I right, our 'Princess Princess'? '

"certainly not..."

He rejected the other party irritably, with a somewhat self-defeating tone.

"It's not my own appearance, what's there to be shy about."

"It's just that I'm not used to it..."

He just said, and then stood up from the bench, the expression on his face was covered by the too low brim of his hat.

"After all, this is the appearance I inherited, not the appearance that originally belonged to me."

'Do you really think that the current self is exactly the same as Cecilia? '

"Is not it?"

He suddenly didn't quite understand why the other party would ask such a question.

'Get rid of it, you have to know that Cecilia is right next to me now, I can clearly distinguish the difference between the two of you, okay? '

"what do you mean?"

'Uh, I suddenly don't know how to explain to you...'

For some reason, Karen seemed a little speechless at this time, and she didn't speak again until a long time later.

'Can I say you are prettier than her? '

"..., I will be angry..."

'Well, then put it another way...'

She paused for a while, as if she was sorting out what to say next.

'The senses you gave me are completely different from the senses she gave me. '

'I admit that the looks of the two of you are very similar, but if you both wear the same clothes and appear in front of me at the same time, I can still clearly distinguish the identities of the two of you. '

'If Cecilia is a lily, then you...should be that clear amber. '

'You contain everything that accepts you, tenderer than anything else. '

"..."

After listening to the evaluation given to him by the other party, his cheeks were inexplicably slightly red.

No matter how you say it, it would be embarrassing for anyone to be evaluated like this in person.

And as if to agree with Karen's evaluation, another voice sounded in Luochen's ear at this moment.

A voice I haven't heard in a long time.

'Yes, she's right, you're like Amber...'

"Ah, you are..."

'Okay, stop talking, really since what happened last time I wanted to say it...'

'I'm really sorry...'

This is the apology given by the other party after he has been silent for a long time, and only after he mustered up the courage to overcome his guilt.

"Actually...it's all over..."

And just when he was still about to say something, Cecilia, who hadn't spoken for a long time, interrupted him with a strong attitude at this moment.

'Wait, don't look left, run right now! '

"What's the meaning...?"

The tough attitude, the tone like an order, and the huge contrast between the front and the back made Luochen a little dazed, until he heard the voice coming from the left...

"boom--!"

It was the loud sound of the final shattering of the glass bottle falling to the ground, and after hearing such an abrupt sound, Luo Chen just subconsciously looked to the left where the sound came from.

Then he saw...

"Zig...fly?"

Chapter 5 has been edited, but I can't change it between posts, sorry..

For Siegfried, this trip seemed a bit unsatisfactory.

After learning the information from his friend, he hurriedly set off and arrived in Singapore after a bumpy night. However, he learned the news that the place where the gemstone was placed was bombed a few minutes after getting off the plane.

What the hell is this all about?

Siegfried, who was sitting on a bench by the street, just put the cheap red wine he bought from the street on the armrest, then picked up his mobile phone and began to look up the information he needed to know from the Internet.

It would be great if the time of the accident can be delayed by one or half an hour, so that I can use this accident to achieve goals beyond my expectations...

He sighed with some regret, then swiped and pulled the screen of the phone with his fingers, and then happened to catch a glimpse of the clear picture mixed with the news.

"Um...?"

What is reflected in the picture is that he seems to have met him at some time, but after searching his memory carefully, he didn't find any deep impression.

I... have you seen each other somewhere?

He inexplicably came up with such an idea, but he just put his face close to the screen and looked at it carefully for a long time, but he couldn't get the answer he wanted after all.

It is a kind of existence that is hazy, as if it is close at hand, but it cannot be fully ascertained no matter what.

Observing and remembering for a long time, but did not gain anything. Siegfried's patience for this trivial matter seemed to be exhausted.

Maybe it's just a stranger who I met once when I was collecting information and hiding all over the world?

After finally coming to such a conclusion, he just stopped his time-wasting actions.

He put away his phone, reached for the cheap red wine on the armrest, and was a little surprised when he wanted to uncork the bottle.

At this time, he didn't carry any tools that could help him open the bottle without causing any damage.

He regretted a little why he didn't ask the shopkeeper for a bottle opener in a shameless manner.

For Siegfried, who has lived frugally for a long time, even if this is the cheapest burden, he can't find a reason to give it up properly.

Holding a cheap burden in his hand, he came to the side of the road, and when he looked at the street light that happened to turn red, he could only let out a long, slightly depressed sigh.

"Ugh..."

It seems that when I rushed here overnight, the word "not going well" seemed to have started to be posted on my body.

The gem information has been interrupted after the destination was bombed. Next, I should find a channel to collect gem information, or find a place where I can rest temporarily.

Thinking of this, he just scanned the surroundings looking for road signs indicating the direction, and at the same time threw the cheap burden that he couldn't handle temporarily with his hands.

Then, when he stared at the sidewalk opposite him, Siegfried stopped his aimless gaze at the surroundings.

It was just a stranger, standing sideways and wearing a hood, so Siegfried couldn't see the other person's appearance, and couldn't even tell the other person's gender.

But it was such a stranger who inexplicably caught Siegfried's attention.

"boom--"

The short-term distraction made him fail to accurately borrow the burden thrown by him on a whim, and when it fell to the ground, it was completely transformed from a cheap burden to useless garbage.

"Fuck..."

Facing the already stained shoe uppers and trousers, Siegfried subconsciously marveled, then looked up at the stranger he had been watching with some annoyance.

He saw the face of that stranger, he saw the person who was standing a few meters away from him, he saw the dream he didn't want to wake up in more than ten years of night...