Ms. Jones, you could put it another way.
Agnes couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth. Although she understood what Ms. Jones wanted to ask,... using words like "irresistible impulse" and the target was a "child" who looked about three years old. It was really Not... a good fit.
Agnes felt it carefully, nodded hesitantly, and said: "There is resonance, but it is very weak. If you hadn't asked me specifically, Ms. Jones, I would have almost ignored it."
Ms. Jones frowned and said, "Can the same communication as the one with Meira be completed under such circumstances?"
Agnes thought for a while and then said: "Meira took the initiative to communicate with me at that time. I need to try it before I know. But if it is just communication, the most important thing is that I need to be able to enter the kind of person who can directly sense In the state of his mental body, he should have a high probability of success."
"Okay, I have prayed for the attention of the Mother Goddess." Ms. Jones thought for a while and then said, "But don't force it. Stop immediately if you feel something is wrong."
Agnes nodded and asked, "If we can succeed, what do we need to communicate with him?"
Ms Jones said: "I think the most important thing is to understand his current situation and convey our goodwill. If possible, please make it possible for him to communicate with us."
"Okay, I understand." Agnes nodded and said.
She lowered her eyes slightly, searching spiritually for the weak connection. The resonance this time was really weak, and Agnes needed to pause from time to time to carefully sense the resonance, so that she could accurately follow the connection to find the other party.
Agnes vaguely felt the existence of a fragile consciousness, much weaker than the original Meira.
He only occupies a part of the territory in that spiritual body. Agnes can vaguely feel that there are many other consciousnesses in that spiritual body, and these consciousnesses are more full of the same madness and depravity, and they are also crazy and degenerate. Each has its own merits.
In Agnes's eyes, only a little bit of the corner of the spiritual body that had just come into contact with her still maintained the purest color, while the rest was covered by different types of red light. Well, it was Colorful red.
Agnes frowned and asked, "Ms. Jones, did the Watcher perform soul stitches on him?"
"No," Ms. Jones frowned and replied, "The aura of depravity on his body is really serious. No one among the Watchers would dare to do this. However, we had some guesses about this based on his external state."
"If you directly observe his mental state, what is his state like?" Ms. Jones looked at Agnes and asked.
"It's a little strange," Agnes frowned in confusion and explained: "It seems that the soul suturing was not successful enough. I felt a lot of consciousness in his spiritual body, but his spiritual body was also It seems to fit together.”
"I made a rough estimate, there are at least more than 20 of these consciousnesses."
"How many of these consciousnesses are able to communicate?" Ms. Jones asked.
Agnes was silent for a moment before saying: "If there is no self-disguise in these consciousnesses, then the only one that still remains relatively sane is the consciousness that resonates with me."
"Okay, I get it." Ms. Jones said with a frown.
"Do you need me to contact him?" Agnes asked.
"If it can keep you safe," Ms. Jones said.
"OK."
Agnes' spirituality quietly explored the corners of the still pure spiritual body, trying to establish a connection with the consciousness residing in it.
"Are you... sent by the Mother Goddess to save me?" Agnes vaguely felt such a thought coming from this consciousness.
Agnes sighed slightly in her heart and conveyed a thought: "Yes, this is the will of the Mother Goddess."
"I have been praying for so long...Has the Mother Goddess finally responded?" The thoughts that came back were vaguely unbelievable.
"Is the Mother Goddess finally willing to take me out of this darkness?"
"It's really scary! Orlando has turned into a monster, and Yuno has turned into a monster. They... they... they are fighting and biting each other."
"They are going to find me! Quick, quick, take me away!" The thoughts that came back were full of panic.
Agnes tugged Ms. Jones who was looking at her under her hand, but the thought came back to her mind without hesitation and said: "They won't pay attention to you, don't panic."
At the same time, she quickly wrapped the still pure part with her spirituality and asked: "What's your name?"
"My name is...my name is Stitch."
Agnes whispered to Ms. Jones: "I think Frank Lee may need to provide a list of the children adopted by the Pavla Abbey. I suspect that this is the... stitches of those children."
"Actually, we had this speculation before. Someone has obtained the list of children in Pavla Monastery."
Ms. Jones took out a piece of paper from the suitcase with about thirty names written on it and handed it to Agnes.
Agnes glanced at it and asked through her thoughts: "Have you seen Jenny?"
"...Jenny has been eaten." Stitch's consciousness replied.
"Sorry. What about Ida?" Agnes asked again.
"Ida, Ida is fighting with Casey and Emilio." Stitch replied in a strange tone.
Agnes said casually to Ms. Jones: "The relationship between the consciousnesses in his mental body is extremely confusing."
Ms. Jones nodded and asked, "Do you think this situation can be alleviated if the proportion of the rational part can be increased?"
Agnes said in a strange tone: "I am not a psychiatrist. I think Ms. Jones you should consult a professional."
"That's right," Ms. Jones said.
"Is there any way you can increase the proportion of the rational part?" Ms. Jones asked.
Agnes shook her head and said: "I can only think of letting Stitch, well, the self-proclaimed consciousness that can still communicate, devour other consciousnesses, but I don't know what the consequences of this will be. "
Stitch's consciousness kept calling Agnes, and Agnes kept chatting with him through thoughts in her mind.
"Is there a way to bring those crazy minds back to sanity?" Ms. Jones asked again.
Agnes was silent, so Ms. Jones added: "Just like you were in the convent, well, just like... with Eliza."
