If you take my appearance alone, anyone would think that I am an ordinary person who can be seen everywhere, and my appearance is far from sinister or sinister. But the old man had such a guarded and nervous reaction to this, saying that it was because he did not recognize me.

He must be deceiving himself. But his reaction was more than that. On the premise of recognizing me, the movements of his eyes and the tension in his posture were like a trained hunter who accidentally encountered a beast in the forest. It was definitely not about to jump over the wall.

It feels more like he is calmly calculating what strategy he will use to subdue me if I suddenly attack. This is not the normal reaction of a weak old man meeting a serial murderer on the street. Is he a

Warlock?

Stimulated by his reaction, I also reflexively calculated the "cards" on my side.

Unfortunately, now I only have the title of "Demon Li Duo", but I am actually quite weak.

My fighting strength basically comes from "it". Now that "it" is dead, my strength has become a castle in the air. The same is true for this modified body. Although it still has very strong muscles, that's not the case.

It's just that "very strong" in the common sense range is not capable of outputting powerful power itself, but is modified to better carry the power of "it". Without the source of "it", my modified body

The body is like an engine that has run out of fuel.

It must be said that there is still a little bit of fuel left, and it is like the warm ashes left after burning out. If you blow hard, you can see the orange light emerging from the ashes, but it can no longer burn.

There's an open fire.

The Siren Blade is now unable to be summoned.

The blue bird in the dream described the Siren Blade as "the weapon given to me by the monster", which is indeed true. It was only after being supported by "it" that I became able to summon that weapon out of thin air. Specifically,

In other words, one day after I felt that I had almost adapted to the power of "it", I had an inexplicable feeling in my heart that was "ready to come out". Following this feeling, I struck the air, and the weapon appeared for the first time.

Nowadays, the power supported by "it" is only the residual heat. It is understandable that the Siren Blade is mostly summoned in dreams, but cannot be summoned in reality.

...However, to be honest, I always feel that the existence of the Siren Blade is a bit inconsistent.

Specifically, with the support of "it", I can do some other magical things, such as being able to breathe even if I sink to the bottom of the water, or gathering moisture in the air with my consciousness. If "it" is

Monsters similar to Kraken, then I can easily understand these abilities. The same is true of powerful physical strength. At least I have clearly experienced the process of transformation, and I can also feel the "fuel" delivered from "it"

.But what happened to the Siren Blade?

Among all the powers "it" gave me, only this ax exuded an incompatible atmosphere. Although the name did have "Siren" in it, that was actually a name I chose myself. And after "it" disappeared

It can no longer be summoned to see. Although it is indeed inseparable from the power of "it", there is always some intriguing atmosphere.

While the old man was concentrating on confronting me, the child couldn't help but move around. While complaining about the old man's rudeness, he tried to struggle away from the old man's hand holding his collar.

"You're still moving, don't move!" the old man shouted, but his eyes were still fixed on my body, "There have been murderers in the city recently."

"Murderer!" The child's eyes widened, but he was not afraid, as if a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers.

The old man threatened: "If you keep running around like that, you may be caught and eaten by the murderer."

This is obviously an allusion to me. However, just calling me a "murderer" is really considerate of me, as if I am in the same echelon as those little villains who just killed one or two people. So.

Under the background, my image in the hidden world looks kind and kind.

This old man who was suspected of being a warlock just took the child and left. He stared at me closely from beginning to end, but did not say a word to me. This reminded me of the strange legends circulated in some places. People must be in the wild.

Observe the rules of separation between yin and yang. When you encounter a wandering ghost, you must not talk to him, otherwise something bad will happen. Now I am so distinct from these people who live a normal life.

I also left here and continued to wander in this huge city like a lonely ghost, tasting the feeling of having nowhere to go.

The sun slowly set on the other side of the city, and finally sank among the clusters of buildings.

It's time to end too.

I found a deserted open space and planned to finish here, but I was sorry that passers-by would find me by then.

Taking a deep breath, I raised my right palm, intending to put all the residual heat from the "ashes" in my body into my hand, then aim it at my forehead and hit it hard.

In the past, I couldn't die if my head just exploded, but now I don't have such outrageous abilities.

However, just when I was about to take action, various images from the dream appeared in my mind for some reason.

I want her to say that I feel like a hero too.

His movements were sluggish for a moment.

It was at this moment that I felt that my raised wrist was firmly locked by a vise-like force.

"What are you going to do!" A familiar female voice came from my ears.

I turned around and saw that the person who came was Blue Bird. She came to me at some point and stared at me with a serious face.

Although I don't know why she appeared here, it seems that my plan cannot continue.

After that, we entered a nearby restaurant. The atmosphere was very silent, as if it was really heavy on the shoulders, and at the same time a little awkward. No one spoke for most of the food. I noticed that she changed back to the cyan feathers.

Hair accessories, I was wondering if I should use this to open up the topic.

Suddenly, Qingniao spoke, "I was watching you for several hours, and then your expression became more and more... You don't want to commit suicide, do you?"

"How many hours have you been watching me?" I asked doubtfully, "Didn't you go to work?"

Her expression froze, "Ah."

"Are you following me?" I asked.

"No...no." She looked away guiltily, but what she just said had completely exposed what she had done. Was it her duty as a supervisor to follow me for several hours? Or was it?

Is she purely concerned about me? If it was the latter, I would be very happy, but that is really a shameless expectation.

After a while, she said: "The bureau's psychoanalyst said something to me, so I..."

She suddenly shook her head and said viciously: "You, if you die on your own on the first day I take charge of supervision, you will bring shame on me, do you know?"

"What did the psychoanalyst say to you?" I asked curiously.

She recalled a little and concluded: "To put it simply, if it was the original you, after being acquitted, you would definitely go shopping around, such as the streets, communities, etc. where you used to live. After you feel that you are almost done shopping,

, or after strolling around until the sun goes down, I will 100% choose a deserted place to commit suicide."

As expected of a psychoanalyst from the Security Bureau, he analyzed my psychology and trends clearly.

So the bluebird would follow me after hearing this, in order to avoid being embarrassed.

But there was a detail in her words that caught my attention, "——What if it was the original me?"

"You probably won't kill yourself now," she said, "or, in other words, you will be after that dream."

"Why?" I asked.

"She didn't tell me." She said helplessly.

It seems that the psychoanalyst felt that he would be a little unhappy if he said it out loud, as if he was saying good things about someone like me.

I also understand that even if the blue bird didn't stop me just now, the outcome will not change. When the scenes in the dream flashed through my mind and I hesitated for a moment, it was no longer possible for me to kill myself there. Because

When I was really facing death, there was a very strong thought shining in the depths of my dark heart. Where the thought was, there seemed to be a person who had just come out of the mountain road under the scorching sun, wearing white summer clothes.

A familiar figure in casual clothes stood there, staring at me without saying a word. Just seeing him, I relaxed all my strength in a daze.

——Why can’t it be me?

I can no longer become that kind of person, it is absolutely impossible. Even so, if I must die, I still want to die in a more heroic situation, rather than in an inaccessible open space, where I have to kill people who accidentally bump into me after decaying

I was so scared that I vomited. In other words, I just wanted to sacrifice on the way to save others. In a sense, this was also a "recycling" of my irreparable life.

It was because I realized that I still had such longing and obsession that I hesitated.

"Stop thinking about killing yourself." She said, "I know you feel very uncomfortable, but you really don't need to blame yourself to that point. You were just brainwashed by the siren and then manipulated...

"

"I have said it many times. I have not been brainwashed, let alone manipulated."

"I have read the diagnostic report submitted by the psychoanalyst. The reason why you insist on claiming to everyone that you have not been brainwashed is not because you are really so convinced, but because you do not allow yourself to believe what you have done in the past.

It's all based on hypnosis and brainwashing." She pressed her hands on the table, leaned forward, and stared at me hard, as if she wanted to examine my inner world through my eyes, "Do you think if you can even accept it?

After receiving this diagnosis, you will naturally defend yourself mentally. The problem is that you cannot forgive yourself.”

"It seems that the psychoanalysts of the Security Bureau sometimes make mistakes." I commented and sighed inwardly.

Maybe I really have been brainwashed - this thought has repeatedly appeared in my mind not only after my arrest, but also in the past five years.

But, what a despicable thought that is. Regardless of whether it is controlled or not, aren't it my hands that kill people?

She added, "Moreover, we also have evidence."

"What basis?" I asked.

She asked back: "Do you know the 'uncanny valley effect'?"

"Of course I do." I said.

One of the benefits of the information age is that even a casual person like me who has no achievements in related majors may have seen some theoretical terms that sound very advanced on the Internet, such as the uncanny valley effect.

, Stockholm syndrome, post-traumatic stress disorder, etc., as well as Schrödinger’s cat, double-slit interference experiment, uncertainty principle and other terms that are very popular among folk quantum mechanics experts and chuunibyou patients.

The so-called uncanny valley effect refers to the phenomenon that people feel creepy when they see something that looks human but not human.

This phenomenon often occurs in robots with human appearance.

She continued to ask: "So, do you know why humans have the uncanny valley effect?"

"A robot that looks like a human but not exactly like it will make people instinctively suspect that it is not a living person, but a corpse?" I am talking about the hypothesis about the uncanny valley effect. In fact, the uncanny valley effect has not been unified yet.
To be continued...