delusional

IB glanced at the colorful pastries on the table, and then looked straight at the person in front of him.

He was stared deeply and deeply by the deep red eyes. Garry didn't know why a thin layer of sweat oozed from his forehead. "Ah, no, don't stare at people like this." With a few dry laughs, Garry reached out and wiped his forehead, still feeling a little weak, and couldn't help reaching out and patting the speechless Lolita a few times. head, "What's the matter with IB?"

IB stared at him for a while, then nodded slowly.

"Huh—" Garry exhaled.As if letting go of something, he smiled softly and said, "What is it?"

"Garry..." Seeing Garry's gentle and sincere eyes encouraging her to continue, IB asked loudly: "Garry, does Garry have a boyfriend?"

Garry froze in place, and the macaron he had just reached out from his weak fingers fell off and rolled all the way under the table next to him.

"My, my, no, is my way of speaking misleading you? IB?" Garry smiled slightly convulsively, and stretched out his hand to pat IB's head soothingly, "No, it's me, what I like is Girl." IB, who didn't seem to be relieved at all, pursed his lips, but his voice was more than half that of the last question, "So, does Garry have a girlfriend?"

"Huh?" Garry paused slightly as if remembering something, and then smiled with relief, "No."

Suddenly there was the sound of a cup breaking from the table behind.But Garry and IB didn't care about it, they just looked at each other deeply, deeply, as if their time and space had been frozen at this moment.

IB first shifted his gaze, lowered his head slightly, his eyes were fixed on the table, his lips opened and closed, as if he was muttering something in a low voice.

Garry listened intently.

Taking a deep breath, as if he had made some important decision, IB suddenly raised his head and looked into Garry's smiling eyes, "In this case, I will be responsible to Garry!"

Garry froze in place again, beginning to wonder if he and IB had picked up the wrong script.

It should have been a chaotic but good afternoon for both Garry and the IB.Large puffy clouds curled up and passed over the blue sky like the sea, gentle and warm wind brushed across a piece of greenery, and occasionally there were still bright green leaves rolled and rolled down at the feet, the air was still filled with the smell from the coffee. The light fragrance brought out by the restaurant has a gentle and mellow taste.

The ending ended with Garry being forced to wear a porcelain ring handmade by IB and agreeing on the date of marriage with a serious face. Garry listened to IB's serious description with doting, feeling a little helpless in his heart.

"Just being proposed by a doll 11 years younger than me...? This is a crime, Garry." Thinking of this, it seemed that a crisp voice sounded in his ears, overlapping with another deep memory. Together: "You hopeless lolicon!"

☆, on

I stiffened and stared at the ground quietly through the bangs hanging down to block my sight, trying to see a delicate flower that was slowly blooming, as if the teacup whizzing past my ear just now didn't scratch my cheeks and burst The fragments in one place are just an illusion.

I knew he was staring at me, trying to see my panic from my subtle expression, the angry and sharp eyes did not relax, and together with the heavy and violent breathing that filled the whole room, I was firmly wrapped in it.I understood how angry he was, and maybe there was disappointment mixed in, and maybe he was trying to use his serious illness to evoke my softening, but I wasn't about to compromise.

"Schumann." He stared at me for a while, and finally called me, his voice was a little muddy, accompanied by panting, full of messes that had been run over by time.I couldn't help but tense up.

"Schumann." He called my name one after another, becoming more and more powerless as he went on, and finally began to cough violently. Seeing that he had used his trump card, I raised my face and looked at him coldly.

Having achieved his goal, he squeezed out a smile, quickly put on a serious expression, and said to me in a serious and cold voice: "You have responsibilities that you must bear."

Ah.I couldn't help sneering, the corners of my eyes and brows were full of sarcasm, "Responsibility? I don't think it is a responsibility to sacrifice the happiness of the rest of my life to get married."

He shook his head, unable to see the sickness just now, "Everything has a price. You have enjoyed the rich food and clothing provided by me and your mother since you were a child, so marrying to protect the family is only one of the prices, not to mention "" There was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, "if you go into marriage, won't your sister be able to escape this fate? She can enjoy free love and marriage - don't you expect this?"

From a young age, he was well-clothed and well-fed, pampered and pampered, and when he grew up, he obediently married for the benefit of the family... How is this different from raising pigs?I'm nothing more than a little pig raised by my father.not to mention……

My whole body trembled with anger, why should my sister's happiness be exchanged for mine?She has already taken away my mother, why should I lose my future because of her?Just because I'm the eldest sister?

"Because you are my sister, Schumann." When he mentioned his sister, his tone would be gentle and soothing, and when he looked at me in a blink of an eye, he would return to sternness, "This is your responsibility."

Responsibility, again responsibility.

I turned my head and was about to rush out of the room. Tears rushed out of my eyes in an instant. When my hand just touched the handle, my father's calm tone came from behind: "...Today is your mother's memorial day, Schumann."

I paused, quickened my pace and ran out.

Because of the rush to get up early, the loosely coiled hair fell out, and the cheeks next to the cheeks were wet with tears and stuck to the sticky face, but I am not in the mood to care about it now.

Sister, sister again.

Since childhood, my sister has been everyone's treasure.Take names for example.

Unlike "Suman", which is mostly a male name, which I determined by simply flipping through the dictionary, my sister was "Margaret" which was determined after repeated consideration by my grandfather and father who were alive at the time.

Margaret.The name of an elegant and noble queen.

Like this name, although my sister is still young, she is so cute and innocent that people can't help but want to take good care of her, but she also has a certain elegance.

……Me too.Although I don't want to admit it, it has always been my wish to let my sister be innocent and happy.

until today.

It wasn't until today that I coldly and soberly realized that my happiness, my whole life, is actually one of the prices I need to pay for her.

why?

For the safe birth of her sister, the mother gave her life.

In order for my sister to fall in love freely, I need to sacrifice my own love freedom.

No, why?

I was running aimlessly on the street. It was a gloomy afternoon just like that afternoon. The low dark gray sky was very low, the air was a bit muggy, and there was no wind at all.Everything is the same as that afternoon.

It sucks.

I still remember that afternoon, I experienced the sweet anxiety of giving the ticket to my crush the day before, but I was disappointed and embarrassed when I searched all over the club and couldn't find him.I climbed up and down the entire art gallery dozens of times, and even sneaked into the basement where the unexhibited items were not allowed to be entered.

I ended up crying for a long time sitting on the second floor under that huge messy painting full of terrible art that I didn't understand.

Now I still remember the name of that painting.

"Fantasy World"

For me, who was born in a family but has no artistic atmosphere, I have no way of understanding what the complicated color blocks in the painting are smeared out, but I was deeply moved by the name alone.

I also think about going to a fantasy world.

It’s just that the quality of the lights on that floor is obviously not very good. It flickered on and off several times. I was dazzled by it, so I closed my eyes and fell asleep. When I woke up, it was almost dark, and the slightly annoyed staff called When I woke up, I was reminded to go home quickly. I wanted to take another look at the painting before I left, but my body stiffened.

That wall is clearly lined with all kinds of small paintings, and there are no large paintings that occupy the entire wall.

Maybe it's a hallucination from being too tired.

Thinking this way, I silently put the account on his head.

On the way home, my mind was awakened a lot by the night wind, and my numbness disappeared a lot. I began to think about the reason why he let me go.

Although it looks a bit decadent and sissy, it is surprisingly reassuring, even with a lolicon habit...

Is it from birth?Absolutely from birth, right?

I clenched my right hand and smashed it on my flat left hand, and suddenly felt that the plug had been opened.So the next morning, I excitedly ran over to tell my father that I wanted a normal relationship, and my partner was definitely not some rich and powerful boy.

The response was nothing more than a passing teacup.

...that's all.

I put the unpleasant memory behind me and accelerated a few steps forward.But my father's last deep voice sounded inexplicably next to my ears: "Today is the day your mother died."

Yes.I still remember.

The dystocia when giving birth to the younger sister, even with the best doctors and medicines, the mother died within a day after insisting on giving birth to the younger sister.But everyone will celebrate the younger sister's birthday.On Mother's Day, probably only my father and I would burn incense sticks according to the custom of my mother's hometown.

Ah, after all, my mother is just an oriental woman of unknown origin. If my father didn't force her to die that year, how could she marry into her father's family?

Ah.

Before my mother had the idea of ​​having another child, I was still her beloved girl.Even though it would upset my grandfather, my mother often took me out to eat some snacks at a nearby coffee shop.

For me, those were the best days of my life.

Ah, there it is.

When I found my target, I quickly walked a few steps and pushed open the door, walked to the place where I used to sit with my mother back then, and ordered a few plates of snacks hastily.

Staring at the mist rising from the coffee cup, my thoughts are gradually slackening.Had a big fight with your father and then ran out. According to the usual routine in the world, the next step should be to run away from home, right?But I have always been a person who does not take the usual path...

"...So, people eat here nearby, but the macarons in this store are the best~ IB come and try it^_^"

My slack thoughts quickly reorganized, and I stared wide-eyed at the person diagonally opposite.He was still wearing the overcoat that was about to fall into strips, and he was pinching a macaron with a smile and putting it next to the mouth of the little girl opposite him. His eyes were very focused and gentle, and he locked on the cute little girl firmly.

On the contrary, the little loli opposite had black hair and red eyes. She treated his enthusiasm blankly and just looked up at him.

I suddenly felt a little powerless in the inexplicable anger, Garry, did Lolicon have another attack?

The first time I met Garry, it was kind of like that.Suspicious decadent shemale sissy youth tried to abduct my innocent and delicate sister with a candy.

I was taken aback and screamed, "You damn lolicon! Let go of my sister!"

He seemed to be startled by my scream, and when he let go of his hand, all the candy rolled to the ground, and he didn't know where he went.His exposed right eye widened slightly because of surprise, and the clear violet eyes looked dazed and innocent, successfully poking my cute spot.

I covered my heart with my hands and took a step back, recovered quickly, brushed off the non-existent dust on my skirt with my hands, finally clenched my right fist and put it to my lips and coughed, pretending to be serious: "Sir, we should talk Let's talk."

talk about what?It's better to be in love><.

In my increasingly dizzy mind, only this sentence became clearer and clearer.

In fact, I think Garry is an idiot. He actually thinks that "inspiration lies in the innocence of children." This obviously illogical excuse can cover up the fact that he is a lolicon, not to mention in this era of brats running around everywhere. , where there are innocent and pure children, there are only demons in angel skin.

But even so, I still couldn't help finding different excuses and reasons to go to that park every day, hoping to see the figure in rags.

In the end, I finally couldn't help but bought two tickets for the art exhibition. Even though I couldn't tell the basic genres of painters apart, I knew Garry was a painter, and I thought he would like this kind of thing. So, let me confess The possibility of success should be higher, right?

However, it was just a result of being released as a pigeon.

How ridiculous.

I stared at the still relentless coffee that was steaming white, and my tears were all smoked away.

"Do you need a handkerchief?"

The sudden unfamiliar voice startled me, my heart was violently clenched, and I glared angrily at the person who appeared in front of me without knowing when and where.

He has beautiful black hair, with a mysterious halo shining under the light, and a pair of pure black eyes half hidden under the fine bangs, like the best black jade, as deep as a sinking pool.At this moment, he is smiling gently, and his slender fingers are holding a sworn handkerchief in front of me.I hesitated for a while.

I didn't take it, and he didn't withdraw his hand. The scene was stalemate for a while, knowing that in the end I couldn't hold on to the compromise. I picked up the white handkerchief with two fingers, wiped my face carelessly, and folded it slowly. Back to his still outstretched hand, he gracefully withdrew the hand that had been lying under my face. The elegant and decent smile on his face carried a hint of irony that could not be said. I wished I could go back in time and take that hand back. A handkerchief was rolled up and thrown in his face.

I think he's the kind of guy who's the exact opposite of a guy like me who has a quirk of describing people with a string of weird adjectives, because I've got nothing to say and the only words that come to mind are elegant and underwhelming.

Oh god this is the first time I've said "elegant"!This is not in line with my usual style of life!

I looked at him with almost hatred, and I really wanted him to get up and leave immediately.Facing my gaze, he only hooked the corners of his lips again, and stretched out the hand that seemed to have been withdrawn not long ago, "It's the first time we meet, I'm Ye Cheng."

I frowned.

There is no other, but the pronunciation of this name does not conform to the habits of our country, but it sounds inexplicably familiar, not to mention that using "yes" instead of "called" in self-introduction shows that I know him.I scratched my hair in distress.

"Oh, don't think about it." He had a half-smile, tilted his head slightly, and the halo on his hair moved slightly. "I'm your mother's fellow villager, and I'm also your first blind date." His voice was smiling at first, and then cold. With these words, my cold sweat broke out.

The first sentence is not terrible, what is terrible is the second half sentence.I still remember the first time my father asked me to go on a blind date, I was reluctant, so I played a little trick...although the method was a little bit harsh...and successfully ruined the reputation of that gentleman, I still The memory is still fresh.

After all, it was my fault first, so I smiled at him in embarrassment, and just about to say something to him, my attention was attracted by Garry again.

In the meantime, the little girl with red pupils and a paralyzed face put a porcelain ring on Garry's finger with a rather tough attitude, and said coldly: "Next, let's discuss the wedding date."

"Wait, wait, IB!" Garry's face was flushed with shyness (?), and he wanted to take his hand out of Lolita's hand, but he was a little cautious, "IB, do you know what you're talking about?"

……enough.I don't want to see them flirting anymore.Sure enough, the reason why Garry rejected me was that I was already 16 years old and no longer belonged to the loli category?

I turned my head away and was about to leave this cafe that was destined to be full of sad meetings, but the gentleman opposite held the back of his hand.His deep eyes were fixed on me, with some strange compassion in his eyes: "You are not a person who can get involved with art. So... stay away from the artwork."

enough!I was so angry that I almost accidentally knocked over the dessert plate.

Anyway, I was born in a respectable family, no matter how incompetent I am, I have been nurtured for more than ten years. I am very sure that this is an insult to me.

"No, it's an admonition." He stared at me earnestly, this time even his voice contained pity, "It's a kind reminder from your mother's fellow villager to you."

I jumped up, brushed past his shoulders and passed Garry who was busy flirting, his voice came from far behind my ear: "It's good to do it for yourself."

I was so angry that I didn't turn my head back. I stretched out my hand and wiped away the tears that were pouring down my face. I cried three times in one day. I just wanted to laugh at myself who once claimed to be strong and despised the crybaby and squeamish young lady. You What is the difference with them?I asked myself.

Maybe it's just that they like to pretend to be smart, stupid and stubborn.

The airflow driven by the running was rolled together with the wind, which made people's faces hurt. I slowed down and turned my head to look at the clean and bright shop windows beside the road.A girl with red eyes and disheveled hair was reflected on it, her eyes were covered by her thin bangs at random, and her blue pupils shone with a helpless light, she looked extremely embarrassed.

that's me.

Although I don't want to admit it, I do have a face that matches my IQ.Innocent like a child?

That's just a nice way of saying it. What I really want to express is the meaning of "too stupid".

I pursed my lips, really not knowing what to do next.

Behind was the gloomy and gray sky, and the warm wind brushed against everyone's cheeks tirelessly.Shown by the elegant and fashionable products in the window, this is a so-called "Noble Street". With a proud smile.

I can't stay here any longer.

Although I can be counted as a regular visitor here on weekdays, but now I look like I have broken into someone else's world, and I am being laughed at by acquaintances for no reason.

I immediately went to the window to tidy up my appearance briefly, trying to restore my normal appearance, and then I strode away and seemed to leave this place.

☆, middle

I don't know how long I've been walking, to be honest, it's not easy to get out of the airs of a noble lady with a dusty face.The sweltering weather and the sweat from the running just now wet the broken hair on the side of the cheek, making it sticky, and I couldn't help feeling more and more irritable.

I picked up the pace again.

Sullen and depressed, I enlightened myself while walking quickly, sweat beads flowed into my eyes, irritating and painful, then rolled out again, sticking to my lips salty.

It's the sweat that just rolled in, nothing else.

I kept passing passers-by in a hurry. They had serious and indifferent faces, and they walked forward without squinting. quietly.

Looking at the dark and gloomy sky in the distance, I suddenly felt a sense of panic that I had gone to the wrong world.

It was a mixture of loneliness and loss, jumping up and down inside me.

very scary.

Really, really scary.

Tears poured out uncontrollably, and finally I couldn't take it anymore, and I started to run in big strides.

I need to get out of here.Get out of here now.

The faces of my father and my sister appeared alternately in front of my eyes, and I covered my face with my hands, tears streaming down my face.

I miss home so much, I want to go home.

But where is home?

I scurry around like a headless chicken, but there are only indifferent pedestrians and almost unchanged buildings around me.It was so quiet all around, not even the slightest breeze.

Even when I'm running wild.

Fear almost swallowed me up.

Suddenly, a red and white two-story building broke into my eyes. It shone like heaven in my eyes, and it was particularly conspicuous in the gray.Ecstasy suddenly rushed into my heart, and I almost choked up in my throat.

I ran towards there, pushed open the transparent glass door, gasped heavily against the wall, and suddenly glanced outside from the corner of my eye, and my whole body froze.

I finally understood why what had always been there dared to come from.

The passers-by outside, all in gray suits, with almost the same features and indifferent and stiff expressions, were running in the same direction.

And those seemingly undulating buildings.Except for the gray exterior, the regular arrangement of three high and one low is maintained in a uniform order, and even the number of windows on each building is the same.

Moreover, I still clearly remember that when I was on that street, I complained about the sultry heat of the uninterrupted wind, and just now...

Cold sweat crept up his back.

I closed my eyes and forced myself to calm down.

My mother once said to me in her native dialect: "It's strange that you don't talk."

Although I didn't understand the meaning of this sentence at the beginning, I could understand that there was a lot of sarcasm and ridicule hidden in my mother's smiling voice at that time.

By the way, I also thought about a lot of interesting things in my childhood, so as to divert my attention.

However, I am still very scared.

I closed my eyes and turned my head away so that I wouldn't look outside when I opened them.

However, I was stunned again.

Isn't this the art gallery where I invited Garry to come to?

Although I felt that the appearance of the art museum was not the same as the one I just entered that day, I didn't dare to go out to confirm it.

The hall was brightly lit, and the light was reflected on the clean floor, and people could even be seen clearly. However, everything was quiet.

I stood up carefully and walked upstairs.The knocking sound of leather shoes hitting the floor gave me goosebumps all over my body. I hated why I didn’t wear a pair of soft-soled shoes, so I had to do some wretched things like eavesdropping, peeking, and running away. It's more convenient.

Here, it's still just me.

Relying on memory, I found the big painting again.

Looking at it, I can no longer express the feeling that I also want to go to another world that day.I walked up and couldn't help but touch it lightly.

The moment my hand just touched the painting, the bright light above my head suddenly flickered a few times, and went dark with a "snap".

My scream was hoarse in my throat, and I could hardly utter a word as the overwhelming sense of fear oppressed my whole body.

Then, in response to it, the dark red words gradually emerged on the floor: "Come down!"

I stiffened and took a step back, pressing my back against the wall, trembling all over.

What to do, what am I going to do.

However, the word seemed to be unfinished. After a pause, it hesitantly spit out two letters: "IB"

I froze for a moment, the sudden sense of absurdity washed away some of the fear, I didn't dare to think what would happen to me if it showed my name, but "IB" gave me a sense of familiarity.

I leaned against the wall and racked my brains for a long time, a loli with red hair and black eyes gradually appeared in my mind, ah!I clenched my right hand and hit my open left hand, and suddenly realized, isn't that the girl who followed Garry in the cafe!

After figuring out the problem, I couldn't help feeling a little elated, and I suddenly came back to my senses when my eyes touched those scarlet letters again.I twitched the corner of my mouth, wishing I could slap myself.

What are you doing, Schuman!Have you forgotten what's going on now?

But after being made such a fuss, the feeling of fear dissipated a lot.

I collected myself, looked around, and suddenly found a line of blue words beside me: go to the first floor.And the ending is still "IB"

The author has something to say: Wow let’s do this first w I’m going to change this article into Guang’s fan w

☆, down

I froze in place for a while, not thinking about what I was going to do and what I could do.

Words such as fear and fear seem to be unable to describe my current mood. I feel that I may faint at any moment.

Now... what the hell is going on...

What is so strange here...

father... sister...

"The protagonist this time seems to be more cowardly than the previous one. Tsk. It looks a lot stupid."

who? !

Who is speaking?

The sudden juvenile voice frightened my legs, and I fell to my knees on the ground.There was a very loud sound when my knee hit the clear white tiles. Just listening to the sound would make people feel that the leg bones were going to be broken, but I didn't care about the almost numb pain. I just kept asking in a trembling voice: "Who? Who? Talking? Who are you?"

"Huh?" The sudden boy's voice sounded more surprised than I did, "Is this a new addition to the game? Has Muggle technology advanced to this point? Or did wizards also participate in the production?"

"Who are you?" I looked around this horrible room, except for the weird big painting and the cold and pale tiles covered with red letters, there was only me trembling, and despair gradually occupied my whole mind. Tears rolled down, "Who the hell are you? Where are you? Woo...I want to go home..."

"Tsk. It's really far worse than the previous one." The young voice muttered, seeing that I was still kneeling there trembling and crying, he changed his tone again, "Why are you crying?"

"I...I'm afraid..." I tried my best to curl myself into a ball, sobbing and answering.

"Afraid?" The boy who didn't know where he was laughed, "Is that why you're afraid?"

I shrank back to the corner again and didn't answer him.

"What are you doing in the corner? Didn't you see the sign on the floor telling you to go over?" The boy began to urge, "Stand up quickly, let's go downstairs."

I lowered my head even more, but I was even more horrified to find that my body was a little out of control. Tears poured out more fiercely, and I screamed: "Who are you!"

"Hmm." The young man paused for a moment, "You're quite stubborn. Suddenly, I think this game is a bit interesting. You ask who I am—" He suddenly laughed, with a drawn-out tone, "I'm a god."

"..." I was stunned for a moment, and immediately stood up as if my body was |manipulated| controlled, "You... are you a god?"

The boy whistled, "Yes, I am God."

I walked downstairs in a daze, my brain seemed to have lost the ability to judge, "Then... can you help me get out of here and go home?"

The boy seemed to ponder for a while, but soon said in a voice full of laughter: "As long as you are obedient enough."

As long as I'm... obedient enough?

This sentence immediately hit my rebellious gene, but after I glanced at the art museum where the word "horror" seemed to be written everywhere, I immediately calmed down again.

A marionette is a marionette.Get out of here first.

Seeing me walking straight towards the gate, the young voice reappeared, "Hey! Where are you going?"

"Aren't you going to take me home?" I wiped away the remaining tears on my face and asked, "Isn't the exit there?"

"Idiot." The young man sneered lazily, "If you can get out, count me as the loser."

Maybe it was because I was accompanied by someone and I was no longer alone. I slowly regained my confidence and retorted: "Why do you say that? There was no lock when I came in—"

I yanked the doorknob hard, but it didn't budge.

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!" The young man laughed loudly, laughing wantonly at me who was stupefied and dazed, "Hahahahahahaha! I told you that you will count me as the loser!"

"...Why?" I murmured, "How could this be... I just clearly..." I touched the glass on the door, then suddenly turned around and picked up the chair at the registration desk at the door and slammed it hard.

"Hey—you!" The young man seemed to be shocked by my actions, he let out an exclamation and then didn't make a sound, until I smashed my arm with acid and couldn't make the glass that looked crisp and thin like a biscuit There was a hole in the door before he spoke again, his voice still full of surprise, "I really underestimate you, there is still such an operation-but it's useless."

I threw the chair aside in frustration, and the harsh sound echoed in the empty hall.

"how so……"

I slowly buried my face in my hands, "Do I have to listen to others to find a way out..."

"Yo." The boy whistled enthusiastically, "Your unconventional character is good, I appreciate it."

"Oh." I sighed, and walked slowly toward the gallery to the side, "You appreciate—so?"

"So—?" The young man repeated my words in a strange manner, "Is this your attitude towards God?"

"I don't believe you are a god." I rubbed my puffy face to cheer myself up, "You should be my second personality."

well.My spirit is really tough, seeing that the No.1 personality is about to collapse, and I know how to separate myself into a strange second personality.

As expected of me.

"Second personality...what is it?" The boy asked a little strangely.

I sighed again, "It's normal for No. [-] personality not to know that he is No. [-], so there's no need to get to the bottom of it, Suman."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

I was looking at these strange paintings carefully for clues, and it was annoying to hear him yelling, "Can you stop arguing, Human?"

"...You call me Human?" The boy asked incredulously, "Are you driven crazy?"

"You are my second personality, and you happen to be a man. Of course you have to be called Human." I said as it should, "Where do you think I should go?"

"I don't have such a bad name. My name is Fred."

Is my second personality smart enough to come up with its own name?

As expected of me.

"Okay Fred." I was naturally very tolerant of myself, "Where do you think I should go?"

The young man seemed to be choked, and said viciously for a while, "Go and see the painting "The World of the Deep Sea" behind you!"

I turned my head obediently, and found that the fence around the huge dark blue painting in the hall really opened up, and blue footprints spread down.

I walked over slowly and carefully reached out to touch the canvas. It seemed to have turned into a real deep sea, and there were even slight ripples with my movements.

...it's really weird here...it's scary...

"Why are you still standing there?" The boy urged in my mind, "Jump down."

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and fell straight down.

The author has something to say: the feeling of writing my own fan is amazing w

My writing style seems to have changed a lot from two years ago...

I don’t know if this chapter feels harmonious with the previous chapter that has been in the manuscript box for two years.

☆ between the blue

It seems that there is cold water rushing towards the face, but this feeling is only for a moment.

"Okay, don't stand there stupidly." My second personality diligently fulfilled the duty of supervising me, although the words were a bit harsh.

Is it because the No.1 personality of me is too gentle, so the second personality has a bad temper and a poisonous tongue as a supplement?

"What nonsense are you imagining?" My second personality...calls these six words a lot every time, or just call him Fred, who suddenly interrupted my random thoughts , "Can you open your eyes?"

Oh yes, my eyes are still closed.I opened one eye carefully, and found myself standing in a dark blue corridor.

This color is very similar to the previous painting "The World of the Deep Sea". It is so dark and depressing, I am a little panicked.

"Fred, are you there?" I called softly.

"Why are you afraid again?" Fred's grinning voice appeared in my mind, he "tsk tsk" twice, and said with a nasty smile: "Are you—are you afraid?"

"I don't believe you're not afraid," I retorted, grunting. "We're the same person—must have the same basic ideas."

Fred snorted. "That's really stupid. Come on, don't stand here. Shall we go to the right first?"

Really, to say that I am stupid is to say that he is stupid.I muttered something, and turned and walked to the right according to his order that sounded like a suggestion but was actually irrefutable.

I regretted it as soon as I set foot on that aisle, mottled