This was perhaps the clearest I had ever seen this gray sea, more clearly than I had ever seen before.
She could clearly feel that she was rising and falling under the gray ocean. Black threads extended from her body, floating in the ocean and connecting to different places, connecting each one gradually being dyed gray. ’s distorted face, and at the end of one of the threads that quickly became solidified was Bernie’s calm face.
Agnes ignored the black thread for the time being. She was staring at the figure in front of her, and her breathing could not help but become rapid - of course it was just a mental feeling.
"I've been looking forward to meeting you for a long time." This figure said with a smile. Her tone contained an indescribable restraint, but there was also a vague and strange attraction that made people feel a little moved. People develop desires that they have always wanted.
Not in the narrow sense, the kind of desire that arises just from the instinct of life, but something more intense, which will be broader, but also more latent.
But Agnes found that she just felt this feeling, commented subconsciously, and then turned her attention to the face of this figure.
She felt that the face of this figure felt a little familiar in her heart, and it made her feel vaguely uncomfortable.
Perhaps it was because she remembered the meaning of this face - straight black hair, dark brown slightly slender eyes, and a very typical oval face, which was very similar to her previous life, but Agnes felt that this It was not the person she remembered from her previous life.
She, or maybe she should be called Him, was wearing a very luxurious-looking red dress, and three golden hairpins tied her waist-length hair behind her head.
Agnes couldn't help but tremble a little. She felt inexplicably familiar with such a dress, but she couldn't remember seeing it there. She searched her memory, but there was no trace.
The figure looked at Agnes's reaction and laughed with an unknown meaning, "I don't think there is anything to pay attention to externally."
Agnes's eyes blurred for a moment, and the luxurious clothes disappeared. All she could see was a simple white dress with no decoration. The red shawl slid down from her shoulders, covering her somewhat wide appearance. Her arms looked extremely slender under her sleeves.
Agnes stared closely at the figure's eyes, and she finally found the source of her discomfort.
There was a faint gesture of looking down at her in the eyes of this figure, and that kind of judgmental light that was always flashing; although the smile at the corner of the mouth looked elegant, Agnes always felt that these smiles were the moment. Be prepared to express ridicule or tolerance for other people's mistakes.
These seemed almost naked, so that Agnes felt as if she was facing the most stringent examiner every moment she stood here.
"Of course I won't hide it," the figure seemed to know what Agnes was thinking, "Who would hide it from themselves?"
Agnes finally spoke for the first time, and she clearly noticed the dryness in her voice: "I don't think I am you."
"How cute," the figure laughed, with an indescribable joy: "Of course, of course you are not me."
"I am 'Huizhen', and you are 'Huizhen'," the figure paused, then denied: "No, you can't even be counted as 'Huizhen'. You both identify with what you think is Huizhen." Jane remembers and identifies with the identity of 'Agyness'; and I, I have never left everything I have limited myself to, I just let myself be overwhelmed by all the real memories."
"What do I think is Huizhen's memory?" Agnes repeated subconsciously.
Huizhen looked at Agnes's reaction and smiled with an unclear meaning: "You want to know?"
"Memories will not be forgotten, they will only be hidden. Do you want to see it yourself?"
Seeing the smile on Huizhen's lips, Agnes took a step back subconsciously.
She had known for a long time that she had lost many memories, and had hoped that she could recall them. However, from her own problems and the past of the Pagani family, she could easily deduce that there were definitely some problems in her memory. question.
The words of Huizhen in front of her also clearly confirmed this, "overwhelmed by all the real memories". Agnes didn't think this was a good description. The smile at the corner of Huizhen's mouth even made Agnes feel like I felt a chill all over my body, as if I was standing naked in the ice and snow.
"You have been trying to find those memories through various methods. Why do you choose to retreat now that you have a chance to restore all your memories?" Huizhen suppressed the smile on her lips and asked aloud.
Agnes didn't speak, just looked at Huizhen.
"Forget it, even if you want it, I won't agree." Huizhen looked at Agnes' reaction and said with some interest, "You currently don't have the ability to carry all the memories."
Huizhen's eyes quietly left Agnes's body and looked into the depths of the ocean, and Agnes followed her.
"I didn't expect that you would be recited so soon after receiving the honorable name," Huizhen said calmly, "I thought you would hesitate a little longer."
Agnes saw that the seawater under her feet seemed to be surging violently. The gray-black mud was turned up by the surge of seawater, making the seawater more turbid. There was a faint sound of waves in her ears.
"There is nothing worth hesitating about," Agnes said subconsciously. "The measurement of the two ends of the scale is always just a matter of a moment."
Huizhen turned his attention to Agnes again and said aloud: "Of course, the choice is only a matter of a moment, but the price is a matter that lasts for a long time. If you want to use your waiter's body to exert what you are temporarily unable to use, Strength, his death alone is not enough to pay the price.”
"Remember, when the madness reaches three, permanent change will occur."
"And this time, maybe it's the second madness... Of course, you might be able to solve the first madness earlier..."
Huizhen's voice seemed to be drowned by the sound of the waves, and fell in Agnes's ears as if she was talking in her sleep.
...
"Oh," Gotelas looked at the crowds pouring into the central square, "It seems that I have attracted a being who should not be touched or found."
Gray-black mist faintly escaped from the long-healed wound on Bernie's neck. Faint cracks appeared on Bernie's head, torso, and limbs. Gray-black sludge flowed out from those cracks, and then sublimated into gray-black. The mist wrapped around the black liquid that was refracted between the mirrors.
The gray gauze-like vision quietly merged with the scene in front of her. Agnes raised her hand and looked at the center of the mirror where countless thin shadows were reflected in the sky.
Her eyes clearly met the figure burning with light blue flames, and then she saw the figure quickly blurring.
