[Spell Back to Battle] Asuka

62.

"...It's completely broken, that guy."

Shi Er leaned against the window with a cigarette in his mouth, and said so.

"Before it was only half broken, as if he was still worried about something, and he would feel guilty when asked about his mental state, but now he seems to admit that he is reckless, just wants revenge, and burns himself to death. Like a lunatic."

Gojo Satoru sat at the desk, looking at the group photo on the desk, the corners of his lips pressed down.

"Although it's strange to say that, it's true," he said slowly, holding his chin, "Qihai is like... her other half of reason. But now that part of her reason has collapsed in her head, she has become It became like this."

"In the past, she didn't care much about her own life and death, but now she just gave up her disguise."

Shi Er raised his eyebrows: "It sounds like you don't plan to stop her—she has a crazy plan to attack the Military Academy of Sciences, don't you all plan to stop her? Don't you all claim to have known her for a long time, Is there a tacit agreement?"

"Why did you stop her?" Xia Youjie took out a copy of "On the Monarch" from the bookcase, and said very naturally, "It's just from the perspective of tacit understanding, I think there is nothing wrong with this plan, and venting emotions is not good for her. It is also necessary for her. She has been trapped in reason for too long, and it is okay to do something she wants to do from her own point of view occasionally."

"As long as she can become a consul and realize her ideal, other things don't matter to Jie, right?" Gojo Satoru sneered, "Whether she is suffering or not—don't rush to argue, I'm not saying you don't care about her , use her, and use her as a tool, but in this respect, you and Asuka have the same virtue, and feel that your pain is irrelevant to the overall situation."

"I didn't use Asuka as a tool—nor would I use my best friend and Omega whom I adore as a tool," Xia Youjie glanced at him, "Don't look at me with such eyes, Wu, career and her are on the On the same side of the scale, I won't be against her. Doesn't she know that too? That's why she didn't do anything to you or me."

"How did she know that she just softened her heart in a meaningless place." Shi Er played with the lighter and exhaled a puff of smoke, "If I had listened to the whole process by her side, I would definitely help her. Killed them all, especially you, Xia Youjie, do you dare to say that when she stood defenselessly behind you and turned into a Zerg, didn't you ever think about devouring her? Isn't it better to be in the position yourself than a puppet? ?"

"Don't judge others by yourself, Chanyuan." Xia Youjie's eyes were slightly cold, "I really didn't think of that, in my opinion, she is more suitable than me-ever since I saw her again in Prison Star Realizing this, her ability, the ability to drive the evolution of all human beings, is more suitable for this than mine."

"If people with inferior genes cannot be completely eliminated, and discrimination and prejudice cannot be eliminated, then all people will be made the same. Powerful suppression eliminates classes and unequal parts, and conflicts and ugliness will no longer exist. And The ruler who does this must be perfect, close to the gods, and never make mistakes, and she is evolving in the direction of the gods."

"Tch..." Shi Er scratched his forehead a little irritably, "I can't think of hearing such inexplicable speeches in this era. Isn't it common knowledge that such idealized things as Utopia cannot exist?"

"Idealization is possible." Xia Youjie took it for granted, "This is the vision we must realize."

"Come on, that's just your ideal, not hers." Wujo Satoru interrupted him, "Her original intention is clearly not to change anyone, and the equality she wants is not this disgusting and inferior imitation."

Xia Youjie didn't take it seriously: "So what? People change. I'm glad I share the same goals with her now."

"...a group of lunatics." Shi Er snorted lightly, "It's either too idealistic or going to another extreme. But it doesn't matter, anyway, she just wants to have fun."

"How can you be happy? Revenge doesn't give people any joy, especially for someone like her." Gojo Satoru's gaze behind the blindfold was inexplicable, "It is impossible for the dead to return, and the wound cannot be healed. She just She will chase after the phantom of the dead, stubbornly trying to restore it, and grab every similar hand. That's why she is determined to go back to save the experimental subjects in the Academy of Sciences and destroy such disgusting experiments?"

"But she can't catch it—what's lost doesn't come back, and everyone she saves is just a replacement."

"So are you going to stop her?" Xia Youjie asked, "Leaving aside those scientific research materials, trying to make the Academy of Sciences disappear when you are still an ally with the military is obviously not a rational judgment, and it's not like your style not to stop her. "

"Don't pretend to understand me very well," Gojo Satoru curled his lips, "Three reasons, first, I really want to burn down the Academy of Sciences, and I want to do it myself if I have the opportunity. What they did and the elders Second, "he paused, and asked back, "how much do you think Asuka can do? A person like her, even if she is mad, she can't be disrespectful , I can imagine the scene where she arranged everything in the Academy of Sciences in an orderly manner and ended up with an attack with no casualties."

Scheer agreed with the second part.

"I'm quite relieved, that idiot finally stopped sexting and chose to vent his emotions." He said, "It's obviously disgusting to force myself to stay there, and I have to go to work because I can't sleep. I should burn the Academy of Sciences." Let her sleep well for a few days. So what about the third?"

"Third, from a rational point of view, if Asuka's ability is indeed completely created by Kamo Xianlun, then he must have her complete source gene. This part of the data record may be in the Academy of Sciences, or it may be in the Elder's House—and No matter where it is, this data cannot fall into the hands of someone with a heart. The person with a heart here refers to everyone except herself."

While Gojo Satoru said, he didn't want to turn his head to see Shang Shier's expression at all.He always felt that the guy's tone was a little ostentatious—it's just a guy who was domesticated as a domestic dog, what's there to show off?

"As for the problem of insomnia, I'm afraid it's because of you that she can't sleep at ease?" He said casually, "It's normal to feel insecure with people you don't trust."

Shi Er snorted: "It seems like if it was you, she would be able to sleep well and let you lie next to her. Don't dream, she will only worry that you want to kill her."

Xia Youjie is not interested in their quarrels at the elementary school level: after all, he thinks he is the type who is not around others and has an extraordinary understanding.And many things in the past have also confirmed this point, he and Asuka Hisakawa have an extraordinary tacit understanding.

He glanced at the time and said thoughtfully: "So what about Asuka? After Yi Gu went to calm down alone, didn't she say she wanted to go for a walk?"

"Let's go find Youruto," Gojo Satoru said, "Nanami means a lot to her and Hisuhito too—it's good for the two of you to cry together. And in a way, their situations are somewhat similar .”

It would be better if I could cry.he thinks.If she is willing to cry in front of others, at least there is still a chance for others to reach out and hold her.Instead of being closed in a shell like now, only exporting impeccable and vengeful indifference to the outside world.

"...It's hard to imagine this kind of scene," Shir stretched his waist, and muttered, "Will she really go to the kid to talk to him? That guy recently wanted to use a masking agent every hour in order not to be seen through his emotions. .”

I leaned against the wall and smoked, and the door of the knotweed door was on the left.

The smell of smoke is very choking: To be honest, I have not been able to get any pleasure from smoking so far.But when the smoke is inhaled into the nose and mouth, I feel that my brain and spirit have fallen into a dull relaxation.

Like a cog taking a short break when it gets stuck, or a fish surfacing in a rainstorm.

But this is only a short, very short indulgence, and I still can't stop thinking.I thought of many things in the past, the first time I saw Nanami-senpai when I was 15 years old, the expression on his face when he taught me martial arts, told me to resist when I was bullied, and the feeling of me shrinking into his arms.

Omegas are emotional creatures...or both Alphas and Omegas.We are influenced by pheromones and desires. It is said that we are evolved human beings, but it is better to say that we have turned back into animals.Only Beta is not affected by these, so I can hug him without any scruples, without worrying about him getting out of control because of my unformed pheromones.

Omega expects me, Alpha desires me, only Beta treats me the way he sees "me", his eyes reflect me without interference.

After I arrived in the military, I got used to applying masking agents or inhibitors every day to minimize the influence of pheromones.Changing the glandular genes might be a more effective way, but I don't intend to do it: completely changing my form of existence will only make me lose empathy, which is very dangerous for the "monarch".

Because of this, more Alphas and Omega began to look at me beyond gender and my "essence".

But I can't open my heart to them, I am their leader, and my cowardice and confusion must not be revealed in front of others.That's why I will always miss Nanami-senpai--in front of him, it's okay to cry as much as you want, right?Because he is always so gentle and strong, not affected by my cowardice.

He is my best friend and my mentor.

I don't know how Polygonum cuspidatum looks at him, maybe it's the same as me, or maybe it's different.But no matter what, Nanami-senpai is very important to us... a guide.

Watching him fall before my eyes was like a solid, indestructible mountain crumbling before my eyes.

I wanted to talk to someone about how I felt, to cry like hell, and to blame myself for being incompetent for causing it all.I wanted to curse the real person and Kamo Xianlun, but sadly found that if it weren't for Kamo Xianlun's experiment, I wouldn't even have the chance of revenge now.

But in the end, I just stood in the doorway, smoked two cigarettes, and then straightened up and tensed my back.

"...Jiukawa?" In the opposite room, Fu Heihui pushed open the door, slightly taken aback, "Are you... looking for someone?"

"Yeah, I'm here to meet you. How about Wild Rose and the others? Go out to eat together? They haven't seen Yi Gu for a long time, and we'll have dinner together later." It's less—a game of cards before dinner? I can ask Shire to join us."

"...It's not necessary," Hui's gaze froze on mine for a moment, and he calmly looked away, "Just call the seniors of the Chanyuan and Nagasaki, and the knotweed will come out later."

"I'll see you in the reception room later. I'll ask for five cards." I waved to him, then turned around and said, "Then I'll leave it to you."

The footsteps in the corridor became farther and farther away, and finally returned to silence.

The door of Knotabagi Hisohito's room was still tightly closed.

"The smell of human female tears smells good too," Su Nuo sneered on his face, "much better than yours, boy, and that pitiful gesture of putting everything in one's hands makes people feel happy, and makes people want to see her It’s like crying even worse when you have nothing.”

"However, it's really strange. Even though the smell is closer to Zerg, it still stubbornly retains the insignificant, weak and powerless remorse and struggle of human beings—should it be said that you humans are stubborn? It's a pity, with that Jiuchuan Asuka If you discard these abilities, it should be stronger and closer to perfection."

"...shut up." Hu Zhang lowered his head and said in a low voice, the crystal liquid slid down his cheeks to his chin and dripped on the ground.

He leaned against the wall by the door, his fingers leaving deep scratches and bloodstains on the ground.

"It's not...something that doesn't matter."