Kawakami took his thoughts away from memories.
"I have to say that illusion is an unknown and fascinating field. I have never figured out what medium Günter uses to perform illusion." Kawakami Tsumugi added to his mission report.
What needs to be explained has been explained, and the rest is just some innocuous nonsense.
"On this basis, I reached a very good deal with him: I will not fight back, and he can use illusions to assassinate me as much as he wants; similarly, I can use this opportunity to study his illusions."
"Because of my hyperamnesia, I have a certain resistance to his illusions, so sir, you don't have to worry about losing me too early.
"If nothing else happens, I can still contribute to the organization for a long time."
"By the way, it is precisely because of this. As a result, a year and a half ago, after I accidentally resisted his illusion, Günter has been obsessed with me - as obsessed as Sharon's die-hard fan, so he gave me a gift A murder notice was issued.”
"Oh, my popularity is as good as ever. I'm a little embarrassed to talk about this."
"This is roughly what happened. If there are any omissions, Mr. Wang will point them out and I will work hard to add new information."
After thinking about it, Kawakamiji added another sentence.
"Also, Paris is really nice. Can I stay for a few days after completing the mission?"
"Your loyal Kashasha"
Tsumugi Kawakami pressed the send button and presented this carefully written mission report in front of his husband.
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Midnight, downtown, Baiyu Building.
This skyscraper soon became one of the city's landmarks.
The main reason is that it is high enough and favored by various Internet celebrity tourists who love to check in; the secondary reason is that its builder is a nationally renowned drug research company.
The real behind-the-scenes controller of this company is extremely low-key.
Whether it is a romantic illusionist, a mysterious killer, or even a high-ranking person who has been hiding in the darkness for nearly a century, they are all hopelessly partial to heights.
So, on this night, the building’s floor closest to the sky lights up.
"Suddenly I felt that Ghost was doing pretty well."
Not long ago, he joined the job under the coercion and inducement of Kawakami Tsumugi, and suffered a semi-serious injury. However, Spider did not appear to be very aggrieved. He sat on the velvet sofa, crossed his legs, and used his arms as if juggling. Fingers twirled his cane.
"If the child in the family is not careful or harsh, I will reprimand Kashasha." The gentleman said.
Upon hearing this, the blond killer Yu looked condescendingly at the sofa opposite.
An old man with gray hair and a crow mask was sitting there quietly.
Spider doesn't think that this old man is really the BOSS of this organization. At most, he is a stand-in, a puppet, and an insignificant mouthpiece.
Therefore, his attitude was not very respectful.
"Ghost will die in my hands sooner or later, so this level of offense doesn't matter."
The gentleman was silent for a long time.
"You are very much like your grandfather Günter von Goldberg."
Günter von Goldberg I, whose real name is unknown, had the same outstanding talent in the field of illusions as today's spiders.
That Mr. Goldberg had cooperated with the organization to a certain extent. Spider learned why they cooperated from the note left by his grandfather:
For the gifts and curses their lineage bears.
Spiders are tetrachromatic patients.
Cones in the human retina can detect changes in the color of light. Ordinary people generally have three types of cone cells, and each type of cells can recognize one color - green, red, and blue. Therefore, ordinary people are also called "trichromats."
But there are some very special people who have a fourth type of cone.
Each cone cell can distinguish about 100 shades of the same color, and spiders can distinguish 9 million more colors than ordinary people.
Spider's myriad illusions are based on this special talent.
"He has cooperated with you to a certain extent, and we also made an agreement not to violate the river." Spider sneered, "Now, you won't talk about recruiting me. It's Ghost's own initiative. You can't be responsible for this."
Faced with Spider's aggressive questioning, the gentleman did not answer directly, "Perhaps, the previous cooperation can continue."
Spider's grandfather took a fancy to the organization's capabilities in the field of biological research.
Because, at that time, and even now, the scientific community's research on tetrachromats was only in its infancy.
The other tetrachromats currently found in the world are all women and do not have the Goldberg family's abilities.
The Goldberg family's ability is even more special: they can manipulate colors that are invisible to others. Even the owner of the ability cannot tell how they control it. This is a more natural instinct than breathing.
The organization's research shows that although ordinary people cannot see these extra colors, their senses will be affected unconsciously.
The medium of this influence is not even limited to vision, but more like a psychological influence, maybe even a magnetic field... From this perspective, their illusions can indeed affect reality.
Likewise, this ability also has side effects that are hard to ignore:
It will make the owner eventually go crazy due to the inability to distinguish fantasy from reality.
Spider's grandfather avoided this fate by blinding himself.
"Cooperation?" the blonde killer said lazily, "Of course cooperation in business is welcome. Ghost has already reached an agreement with me. But in other respects, no need."
He knew the thoughts of this organizational boss very well.
Goldberg I didn't find a way to avoid madness in the winery's research - after all, the organization was studying a field far different from what they wanted.
After Spider initially mastered illusions, he embarked on the magnificent and strange path of an illusionist just like his grandfather. But he is just lucky. By chance, Spider found a way to balance the environment and reality:
Some mysterious side of power.
"I know what your goal is, to reverse the flow of time and bring back the dead. I suggest you still believe in science, because the mysterious side cannot do this."
"Maybe it was possible a long time ago, but now these abilities have weakened." Spider added, "If I remember correctly, the inheritor of red magic is in Japan. If you don't give up, you can ask.
"But you should get the same advice. After all, this is an area you can't get into."
After talking to this point, Spider felt that he had reached a point, so he stood up, nodded slightly, and signaled to the gentleman.
"Farewell," said Spider.
Space is distorted. Behind the blond killer, the glass occupying an entire wall quietly shattered, and the scattered fragments turned into nothingness.
"Last question." The gentleman raised his voice, "What's so special about Kashasha?"
"Ghost? It's nothing, it's just that he can resist my illusion."
Distinguishing reality from illusion is something that even the illusion caster, Spider himself, cannot do.
After answering this question, the spider's figure disappeared into the brightly lit night.
