Kawakamiji's vision fell into darkness again. When he opened his eyes this time, he saw the ceiling of his safe house.
It was unreal, because everything in front of him was blurred, like an old-fashioned TV with poor signal, covered with scattered snowflakes. Kawakami blinked hard, and when the snowflakes gradually dissipated, he was sure that he had truly returned to reality. .
"Tsk, this is simply..."
Kawakami took off his glasses and threw them aside. He tried to sit up, but his eyesight went dark, so he simply stayed on the bed.
...indescribable.
All kinds of questions floated up like bubbles rolling in a swamp, mixed with the uncontrollable memory fragments in my mind. Kawakami Tsumugi's temples were still swollen and painful, but he was getting used to it.
At least Lin Xingji in his memory successfully suppressed yesterday's gunfire, blood and smoke.
[By the way, mad hatter, the system you have now is probably not the same as the system in your memory. Or is it the same one, but you can't tell me those memories directly, you have to use character points to exchange them? 】
Kawakami Tsumugi suddenly confirmed to the Mad Hatter.
[It can be said that they are not exactly the same...] The Mad Hatter hesitated and said, [Actually, the current system can still be said to be in a incomplete state. I am equivalent to a split copy, which has the same origin but does not know the full picture. 】
[So... I am really Lin Xingji? Isn't it some kind of designed experiment or clone? 】
The darkness in front of his eyes lightened a little, and the gray-haired young man slowly got out of bed. He ate another lemon candy and walked towards the door accurately in the darkness.
The gray-haired young man seemed to be stepping on clouds with his empty steps.
【I have no idea. ] The Mad Hatter answered honestly, [I don’t know about you—I don’t know how Lin Xingji did it, but one thing I am sure of is that the system is bound to the soul. 】
【soul? Just some tangled human tissue. To be honest, the brain is just meat. ] Kawakamiji sneered, [Even a prefrontal lobotomy can turn a person into a walking zombie. 】
Twisted, confused, tampered with, covered... This so-called soul is fragile, so sometimes the gray-haired young man would rather believe that it is just a ball of flesh, and that the soul does not exist.
And this is a very strange point:
Some of Lin Xingji's behaviors, ways of thinking, taste preferences, and even some subconscious actions are the same... Even in that memory, Lin Xingji frowned and Kawakami could roughly guess what he was thinking.
Maybe the only difference is that Lin Xingji is more lively than him, and before that, Kawakami Ji didn't even know that this person existed.
I just found some clues: such as the targeting of colleagues in the research group, the research group magazine, Dr. A Li’s photo...
Cloning technology is not new in the world.
Even the company under the organization specializes in the business of cloning cats and dogs for owners who have lost their beloved pets - to be honest, it is quite profitable. But according to research, cloning can restore only the appearance, not the personality... The personalities of some cloned cats and dogs are completely different from the original owners.
[So, can something as fragile and cheap as a 'soul' really be reappeared when all memory is lost? Even every time I lose my memory——]
Thinking of the memory cleansing that the gentleman would have to do every once in a while, the gray-haired young man began to think silently, whether the similarities between himself and Lin Xingji could be guided by the future.
Hmm... The probability is not high. After all, there are some things that cannot be guided.
For example, a preference for lemons and a taste for sweetness...
That gentleman had been trying to control his sugar intake, but Kawakami still ate when he should, and secretly ate when he shouldn't. Lin Xingji wasn't much better either. A beaker full of lemon black tea was almost crystallized at the bottom of the cup. And he looked quite happy drinking.
Coupled with his enthusiasm for causing trouble, that person hated him even more and beat him more than once.
But Kawakami Tsumugi still inherited it perfectly...it can be said that a person's nature is hard to change.
[——Every time I am reborn as Kashasha after losing my memory, there should be subtle differences in personality. ] Kawakami Tsumugi whispered, [But people's personalities change, so this doesn't mean much. 】
[So you think... you are Lin Xingji? 】
The gray-haired young man did not answer immediately, but showed a nasty smile:
[Tsk, you probably really hope that my answer is 'yes'. I thought you would be more tactful. 】
[Obviously, Lin Xingji has a closer relationship with the system than me. It was clear from his memory that he should have come from a world where technology and technological development were similar, but more advanced than here. And he is trying to promote the progress of technological development here. 】
[As for what the purpose is... he wants to study something? Haha, that's not important. 】
[No matter what Lin Xingji's purpose is, it is highly consistent with you - I don't believe that you will help him for free. In other words, in the process of achieving this purpose, you can get enough benefits from Lin Xingji. 】
[Only if I have a high enough sense of identification with the identity of 'Lin Xingji' can I choose to continue to complete what Lin Xingji wants to do. That way you can continue to benefit, right? 】
To a certain extent, this idea can explain why the system arranges this [past replay].
Kawakami thought there was nothing wrong with what he was thinking. To be honest, he even felt relieved - it was normal to have a plan, and it would be troublesome if he couldn't figure out the purpose of the system.
But there are still some things that don't make sense. If this is the case, then the system is too Buddhist. Watching him spend three days fishing and two days surfing the Internet and brushing characters without saying anything.
Moreover, there is no punishment mechanism for mission failure. In other words, the initiative in dealing with the system rests entirely with Kawakami, but he can't resist the temptation to retrieve his memory.
[We are an equal partnership. 】The Mad Hatter said.
The gray-haired young man laughed, opened the door to his room, and walked towards the living room in the dark.
…………
Scotland was woken up by the light coming from the crack of the door, or he was not asleep at all. After feeling the light, he no longer wanted to deceive himself by closing his eyes.
So Scotland climbed out of bed. As he expected, the TV in the living room was on again, and Kawakami was curled up quietly on the sofa, enjoying the movie as usual.
——No, it’s not a video, it’s news.
To be more precise, it was yesterday's news broadcast about the organization's actions. There was definitely no replay at this point. Kawakami was more likely to watch the replay.
He turned off the sound, so the letters on the video were even more glaring:
[...It was the work of Tokyo gangsters. Ten people died and twenty-nine were injured. Four people are still being rescued...]
The accompanying picture shows an oil tanker dumped on the ground, with almost half of the ground ablaze in flames. This ominous bright red color reflected on the pale and expressionless face of the gray-haired young man.
Ten died, twenty-nine were injured, and four were rescued.
...So you still can’t let go? Scotland pondered.
Although when they were finishing the finishing work together, Kawakami Kei looked disdainful when faced with his persuasion. But if he was truly disdainful, Kawakami would not be so fierce.
Scotland sat quietly next to Kawakami Tsumugi.
"Ah, it's Midorikawa." The gray-haired young man said cheerfully, with a light voice, "You came just in time. I have a question for you:"
"Suppose one day, some boring guy, maybe an alien -"
"——He caught you, killed you, and then cloned another identical version of you without your relatives, friends, or even you knowing about it... Ah, by the way, he also implanted you. Memories from before.”
"Then throw that guy back to your original living environment, and everything will be the same as before-"
"Do you think that person is still you?"
Kawakami Tsumugi suddenly turned his head and looked at him. He was not wearing glasses, so the black hole without highlights was like the seabed with numerous corpses buried under the vast expanse of land.
"And, do you think there is really some boring guy who keeps doing similar things?"
