This is a nurturing essay

Zhan Yue fell from Lu Yu's neck.

Lu Yu actually thought carefully about the mechanism of "illusion".Is it like Liudaokuku, who will be hurt because he believes the harm is real, or is it like Nightmare, trapped in one dream after another and needs to escape by suicide?

He always thought it was the former, but the frontal combat power should not be too strong.But just now, he realized one thing.

Sophia's ability is more complicated than he imagined.

——Because this answer is indeed what he just thought, the answer that "Osamu Dazai" would have.

Lu Yu actually knew from the very beginning that this "Dazai rule" was a fake.What he needs is to use this "Dazai Osamu" to find out the truth about Sophia's abilities.

Now he understands.

It is a "dream", a theater staged for him according to his "thoughts".

He thinks "Osamu Dazai" is fake, so he calls him "brother".He thought that "Dazai Osamu" would answer "No wish", so he answered that.

That being the case, in fact, the "Soldier of Heaven and Man" that would not harm his master at all could be used to commit suicide.

Lu Yu thought so, and did the same.

——No pain.

He felt light in his hand, and the surrounding scene suddenly blurred and fell into darkness, and he regained his sense of reality as if waking up from a dream.

He opened his eyes.

In front of me was the corridor I had been watching for six days. There were no bullet holes, knife marks, or blood.He was still standing at the door, the camera was fine, and he didn't have Zhanyue in his hand.

Even the neck device is fine.

He took out his cell phone.

Siberia time, November 05, 30:[-] pm.

Not far away, "da da" footsteps sounded, and Sophia in a white coat was walking towards him slowly.

"Congratulations, Your Excellency." The woman showed a pale smile, "Now may I ask—"

"Is this an illusion or reality?" Lu Yu and Sophia said at the same time.

-

Siberia time, November 3th, pm50:[-].

The silver-haired Lotnikov opened Fyodor's door.

Fyodor stood quietly in front of the glass door.

Lott opened the glass door again with the key, and his expression was full of respect: "The monitoring room has been dealt with."

"Thank you for your hard work." Fyodor walked out of the glass door slowly.He stood in front of Lott, brushed up his broken hair, and lowered his head, "Continue with the plan."

Lott opened the device with his fingerprint: "Then I'll find my wife first, Fei Jia, you have to be careful."

"Please rest assured." Fyodor nodded slightly.

Lott bowed slightly and walked towards the elevator.

Fyodor stopped in place for a while, and went straight to the monitoring room on the first floor, which was in the opposite direction from Lott.

The moment he turned to the left, a somewhat illusory figure "came out" from his body, raised his legs and walked to the left.

That was the direction Lott left.

They turned their backs on each other and walked further and further away.

The figure gradually solidified, and after a few steps, it was indistinguishable from ordinary people—it was a thin boy wearing a hospital gown, with short black hair and plum-colored eyes.

【Fyodor】.

Siberia time, November 4th, pm10:[-].

Sophia, who was sitting in front of the computer, stood up abruptly with an excited expression.

"God... finally..."

She glanced at the pages over there, took a deep breath, and calmed herself down.

On her right, a familiar neck ring-like device is linked to a computer.Sophia lightly pressed the button, and the computer popped up a progress bar.

"Importing..."

She waited quietly for a while, when the heavy door suddenly slid open.

Sophia frowned.

Lott walked in, took a few steps forward and stayed at a safe distance: "Madam, Fei Jia has moved."

"Did you do what he said?" Seeing that it was Lotnikov, Sofia was slightly relieved.

"Yes." Lott nodded.

"Thank you, I'll take care of it." Sofia turned back to the computer and murmured, "Stepan, the war is over."

"Yes, ma'am."

"We are finally standing before dawn..."

"Yes, ma'am."

"War is so ruthless, it takes everything from us...God, I pray to you countless times, why don't you show mercy..."

"...Humanity needs to save itself."

"Yes...my god, I will do your will..."

Sophia stared blankly at the computer's progress bar, which was moving towards the full bar bit by bit, without moving.

"It turns out that everything you do is guided by God?" A thin child's voice sounded beside you.

Sophia turned her head suddenly, and found that the familiar boy was standing beside her at some point.

"Tip good?"

Stepan Lotnikov was standing not far from the door, which had not been closed since he entered.

"Madam, you are right. Human beings need to save themselves." The eyes of the silver-haired middle-aged man gradually showed madness and piety, "Unfortunately, you are not the spokesperson of God!"

The boy's slender hand quickly reached for Sophia's wrist.

"I see." Sophia smiled strangely, "Xiao Feijia, you really brought a surprise to mom."

At the same time, an illusory flame appeared out of thin air, instantly surrounding that little hand.

"Don't worry, Xiaofei Jia, it's just one hand." Sophia remained motionless, "Mom will install the prosthesis for you later."

"No need, Mother." [Fyodor]'s hand did not slow down due to the flames, and suddenly grabbed Sofia's wrist, who was caught off guard.

Sophia's pupils shrank sharply.

"It's strange why I won't be hurt by your illusion? Because I'm not your Xiaofeijia at all."

【Crime and Punishment】

The boy watched Sophia fall down indifferently, and the flame in his hand disappeared.

Lotte, who had been watching calmly, became more determined: "Ah, you really are..."

"Hush..." The boy quietly watched Sophia's body gradually dissipate into bluish-white spots of light, and turned to look at the pages of the book, "Let's deal with the spoils, the plan continues."

The time is now 4:20 pm.

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pm4:40.

Osamu Dazai was locked in a small empty room on the first floor, with armed guards guarding the door.And Fyodor was taken away by Sophia alone.

"One of Mom's illusions has lost contact. Xiaofei Jia, how did you do it?"

In the cold laboratory, Sophia sat opposite Fyodor, tilting her head in doubt.

"I've been under your nose." Fyodor was restrained on the chair, motionless, staring straight at Sophia, "Don't you know your supernatural power?"

"Well, it doesn't matter if you don't say it, Xiao Feijia. Because it doesn't matter at all." Sophia stood up, "Maybe it convinced Stepan to kill 'me'? But Stepan and I will always have the same purpose Yes, so it doesn't really matter if it's me or him standing last."

She cupped Fyodor's face in her thickly gloved hands.

"Xiao Feijia, mom has been waiting for this day for a long, long time..."

"..." Fyodor pursed his lips and remained silent.

"Stepan should be here soon, with something." Sofia murmured, "As long as it is sure that it is useful to you, we will succeed..."

"...Mother?" The corners of Fyodor's lips twitched slightly, and his plum-colored eyes showed malice.

"Huh?" Sophia looked up, eyes of the same color met his.

"You make me sick." Fyodor said softly mockingly.