There are similarities with me, and there are differences with me. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoSometimes I think she's thinking too little, but sometimes it makes me feel like it's right to think about it until now. She didn't take a positive look at me because I reached out, which gave me a sense of relief, even though I don't think anyone in the audience is right about what they say or do. However, at the end of the day, what I'm doing now is probably not absolutely right, because I haven't seen anything really absolutely right happen, so there is no objective evaluation standard at all. So, I'm just relieved by the firmness she expressed at this point.

When faced with a long and dark future, when faced with the despair that is visible in our eyes, when no matter how much we think, we cannot reach an absolutely correct conclusion, when it is difficult to get out of the strange circle of realization no matter how much we act, when "objective reality" and "subjective consciousness" begin to be confused, only "attitude" can make people feel gratified.

If I had to say anything that had changed in my conversation with Tsuki now, I thought, probably nothing had changed. But this conversation is definitely not meaningless for me, and I hope for her.

"At this time, I really want to say: you will definitely not be my opponent - this kind of thing, it is better not to say it, right?" I say.

“…… Didn't you already say it? Mr. Takakawa. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"If, I said, there is something in this world that will not change the outcome whether you do it or not, would you choose to do it or not to do it?" I asked.

"Doing may not change the outcome, but who can be sure that it won't change the outcome? And, at the very least, change the process. Without hesitation, he replied, "And it's too utilitarian not to do it just because you don't think you can change the outcome." I don't want to be that utilitarian. ”

"Even if it turns out to be indifferent in the end, it's a wasted effort?" I asked.

"For myself, I don't think it's a waste of effort." She replied.

"What if in the end even I feel like I've worked in vain?" I asked.

"It's your own choice, and you shouldn't betray your choice." She replied in the affirmative.

"So, that's the answer I gave you." I said to her earnestly, "Even if people think that the ultimate goal is opposite, the position is not at all consistent, it is a sign of hypocrisy, I still do some things, such as saving you from the hands of those physical beings." It's contradictory, but it's really my own choice. Other than that......"

"Other than that?"

"Besides, who can be sure that our ultimate goals are opposites? You think that the monster in the collective human subconscious is the ultimate goal, but how do you prove that it is the ultimate goal? You see it as the culprit that ultimately destroys the world, the strongest and worst boss, but what if it isn't? I asked. Because, I do, I doubt it. For me, no, for Dorothy and the Color, this so-called "monster of the collective human subconscious" is definitely not the most direct and ultimate enemy. In other words, it is likely to be just a springboard for us to find the "virus", and it is the most suitable springboard we have found so far - from this point of view, assuming that the current Cyberball has been controlled by Dorothy and the color system, then the Cybersphere should also be waiting for this monster to appear, so the opposition between the Cybersphere and the Doomsday Shinrikyo is not substantial for the time being before it appears.

"So, on the flip side, how do you prove that it's not the culprit?" I retorted.

"I can't prove it, that's why I want to see it." I said, "If you see it, you'll know if it's or not." ”

"So what? Isn't it? She asked.

"If yes, it's the final showdown. If not, then there must be a clue to the ultimate culprit on it. I replied, "These things have to be seen to be confirmed, and you can't get the answer just by imagining." We are now only imagining its existence, but we cannot confirm whether it really exists, where is it? How to exist - to lock on to the target before attacking, this is the limit of human beings, beyond which human beings cannot accomplish it. I'm the same, even if I want to do something, save something, I can't do anything without finding and locking the enemy's body. Of course, if you lock on to the enemy, you may not be able to really achieve anything, but without this start, then everything cannot begin. ”

Whether it's me, or the other Takakawa, or Dorothy and the Color, or even the researchers in the hospital, they know this very well, and they are exhausted just to get this start. However, until now, this beginning has not been achieved.

She fell silent again, and she seemed a little disapproving, but she didn't refute it. I have always believed that people have limits, and that a large number of people together cannot exceed their own limits, and that is not only the limit of ability, but also the limit of thought, and even the so-called unlimited imagination and logic, when they swell to a certain extent, will actually feel a vague barrier -- thinking sometimes makes people feel smart, but as long as they keep thinking and keep getting to the bottom of it, they will definitely feel more ignorant than they think they are smart. The more I think about it, the more clearly I can feel the existence of this barrier.

"Anyway, I still don't want to see that, and a lot of people don't want to...... However, that was also after that, and now I have to deal with the Elemental Life, and I also feel that I only need to focus on the Elemental Life now. He broke his silence and said, "Although you actually saved my life, Mr. Takakawa, if you really become an enemy in the actual situation, I will do my best to destroy you with apologies." ”

“…… Enough is enough. I smiled, without any resentment or disappointment in my heart, on the contrary, she said exactly what I wanted her to say. I can't be sure if what I want to express is already clear to her, and I can't confirm whether the seeds I have planted in her heart will sprout, but I think she has enough to say now. However, I can also imagine what a tough battle she will have to face. No, seriously, any battle that requires risking one's life and consciousness will not be easy.

"Well, I sincerely wish you survived." I sincerely bless it.

"Are you leaving? Mr. Takakawa. He asked. I felt her gaze go over my shoulder and land on the door that was already a third of the way open. I had turned my back to the door because of her previous movements, but I could still feel that the light pouring in from outside the gate still made it impossible to see anything outside the door.

The line of light that burst in was so great that my vision was obscured by the light coming from behind, and I couldn't see the view in the pipes beyond. The shadow of me and the shadow of the Tree shrank in the light that paved the ground.

Then I felt a familiar aura standing just beyond the gate. This familiarity is like the wind of a long-lost hometown, like the air you once breathed out of nowhere, like the smell that is very impressive in your memory but you can't remember clearly, like the paralyzed hands and feet regaining consciousness, like a certain melody that you have always cared about, as if you have always been concerned about a certain rhythm - all of them are not exactly the same as the vague outline in your memory, but they can be distinguished, it is not the illusion of déjà vu, but the real experience.

My breathing paused for a moment, my brain seemed to be caught by the familiar breath, and my thoughts and body were a little stiff, and I couldn't react immediately. On the contrary, I was not affected, but saw my abnormality. In the constantly intense light and the constantly thin shadows, it was as if he was standing on the junction of the two, and his stunned and vigilant expression seemed to be divided into two parts by light and shadow. This is really a wonderful and beautiful scene, just like a painting that only uses gray scales and blank space to express the artistic conception, and the rough brush and ink reveal extraordinary delicacy.

I felt that I could read the inner workings of the moment, but I couldn't put it into words.

I didn't see the figure outside the door, but I knew who it was.

"What's wrong? Mr. Takakawa, the enemy? She didn't seem to feel anything, just stared in vain at the growing light, but soon she had to squint as well.

It's too bright, it's so bright, how can it be so bright? What's in the world behind the door? It's almost like the spotlights on the stage are all here, bursting in through the midline of this door, making it hard to breathe and heartbeat.

No, assuming that's the spotlight on stage, then being able to focus here means what an influential character the person is on the stage.

"Don't you feel it? That incomparably strong sense of presence, a sense of presence that perfectly matches this light. I asked rhetorically.

"Save ...... Presence? She looked stunned, but seemed to be struggling with the light, and she was facing opposite me, with my back to the gate and she facing the door. She could only reach out in front of her face, but it gradually became difficult to continue to look at her, "There's trouble, isn't it?" Is it the enemy? I didn't feel it at all...... Is there really something over there? Yes, this light is so abnormal...... Mr. Takakawa, don't you run? ”

"No, not an enemy." When I said this, I subconsciously paused, and I could confirm with certainty: "There is no need to escape, not an enemy." ”

"What the hell is that...... An acquaintance of Mr. Takakawa? As I said this, I saw that the shadows beneath our feet had completely vanished, and all the darkness that could be seen around me had been dispelled by the light that seemed to be so thick that it seemed to be about to become substance, and in such pure light I felt as if I were melting. I don't feel the heat.

"Are we melting? Mr. Takakawa! She suddenly shouted loudly, as if afraid that even her voice would be swallowed up by this terrible light, and a sense of fear was evident on her face, her features blurred in the light, and the outlines of the details seemed to be distorted. Even when confronted with physical life, I had never seen her have such a strong fear. She couldn't seem to even move her feet.

"Beyond Fear...... Think about the previous conversation and use your steadfastness to overcome this fear! I yelled at her. I didn't feel the danger, but it was probably just safety for me. No one feels fear for no reason, even if it is an emotion that emerges suddenly, there must be a source operating in her thoughts. She fell into fear all of a sudden, probably unable to react, and what made her fear was not an entity, but something in her consciousness that was touched.

This feeling of being directly touched by fear on a conscious level was as simple as breathing in the person I was familiar with. Her presence is so strong, so aggressive. If she is unable to transcend this fear, relying on her own thinking or will, to regain her sense of existence, she may well be wiped out - no, more accurately, her own self will be eroded.

She can't be the one who was targeted, it can only be said that she was not very lucky to encounter such a situation. However, as long as it is not a conscious attack, there is a chance of resistance.

"You can't forget it so quickly, do you? What was just said. Think about it, what I said, what you thought and what decisions you made! Your mood at that time, your consciousness at that time! "Yes, what I said will not directly help her, but as long as she remembers, as long as she remembers it, she will definitely be able to return to the self-consciousness of that time and improve the resistance of self-awareness. Because, after suffering and thinking, the final decision is very clear and pure.

It was only a few words, and his face was still not good, but the outline of the face that I could see was restored from the distorted lines. I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. I didn't expect her influence outside the door to be so strong and direct.

"It's over, it's over,......" said with difficulty, and although there was no beginning or end, I understood her feelings. It's like surviving the strongest and most dangerous impact when a torrent hits.

"Don't take it lightly, you're still scared, right?" I'm all too familiar with this situation.

"Yes, it's scary. What's that, exactly? Mr. Takakawa, as you said, that's not an enemy, right? But if it's not an enemy, how can it be ......?"

"It's just your bad luck. No, it should be said, in fact, everyone's luck is bad, that's why she appeared. "I don't like to ridicule people, and what I'm saying now is really what I really think.