This is perhaps the clearest time to see this sea of grey, clearer than ever.

She could clearly feel herself rising and falling beneath the surface of the gray sea, black threads extending from her body, wafting in the ocean to connect to different places, connecting distorted faces that were gradually impregnated with gray, and one of the ends of the rapidly solidifying silk thread was Bernie's calm face.

Agnes ignored the black thread for the time being, staring at the figure in front of her, her breathing becoming rapid—only mentally, of course.

"I've been looking forward to seeing each other for a long time." The figure said with a smile, her tone with an indescribable restraint, but vaguely with a strange attraction that made people can't help but feel a little fluttering in their hearts, making people have the desire to be longing for all along.

Not the kind of desire that arises in the narrow sense, just because of the instinct of life, but something more intense, which will be more expansive, but also more hidden.

But Agnes found that she was only feeling this feeling, and subconsciously evaluated it, and then turned her attention to the figure's face.

She felt a little familiar with the figure's face in her heart, and it vaguely made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Maybe it was because she remembered what this face meant—straight black hair, slightly elongated dark brown eyes, and a very typical oval face, much like what she had looked like in her previous life, but Agnes felt that this was not her impression of herself in her previous life.

She, or perhaps he should be called him, was dressed in a very rich-looking red yeast dress, with three golden hairpins tied waist-length hair behind her head.

Agnes couldn't help but shiver a little, she had an inexplicable familiarity with such a dress, but she couldn't remember seeing it there. She searched her memories, but there was no trace.

The figure looked at Agnes and laughed with an uncertain meaning, "I don't think there's anything to notice from the outside. ”

Agnes' vision blurred for a moment, and the richness of the garments vanished, except for a simple white dress with no ornamentation, and a red shawl slid down her shoulders to cover her arms, which appeared to be extremely slender under some of the wide sleeves.

Agnes fixed her gaze on the figure, and she had finally found the source of her discomfort.

There was a faint look down on her in the figure's eyes, and the kind of judgmental light that flickered all the time; Although the smiles on her lips looked elegant, Agnes always felt that these smiles were always ready to be ridiculed or tolerated at the mistakes of others.

It seemed so almost unconcealed that Agnes felt like she was facing the most demanding 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 herself?" ”

Agnes finally spoke for the first time, and she clearly felt the dryness in her voice: "I don't think I'm you. ”

"It's so cute," the figure laughed, with an indescribable joy, "Of course, of course you're not me." ”

"I'm 'Hye-jin' and you're 'Hye-jin'," the figure paused and then denied, "No, you can't even be counted as 'Hye-jin', you identify with what you think of as Hye-jin's memories and 'Angnes', and I, I've never left everything I have limited myself, I just let myself be overwhelmed by all the real memories." ”

"What do I think of Hye-jin's memories?" Agnes subconsciously repeated.

Hui Zhen looked at Agnes's reaction and showed a smile that was incomprehensible: "You want to know?" ”

"Memories don't get forgotten, they just go hidden, do you want to see for yourself?"

Agnes looked at the smile on Hui Zhen's lips and subconsciously took a step back.

She had known early on that she had lost many of her memories, and she had hoped that she would be able to recall them, but from her own problems and the past of the Pagani family, she could easily deduce that there was definitely something wrong with her memories.

And the words of Huizhen in front of him also clearly confirmed this, "overwhelmed by all the real memories", Agnes didn't think it was a good description, the smile on the corner of Huizhen's mouth even made Agnes feel cold all over her body, as if she was naked, standing in the ice and snow.

"You've been trying to find those memories through various methods, why do you choose to retreat now that you have a chance to recover all your memories?" Hui Zhen restrained the smile on the corner of her mouth and asked out loud.

Agnes didn't speak, just looked at Hye-jin.

"Forget it, even if you want to, I won't agree." Hui Zhen watched Agnes react, and said with some interest, "You don't have the ability to carry all the memories at the moment. ”

Hui Zhen's gaze quietly left Agnes's body and looked into the depths of the ocean, and Agnes followed her.

"I didn't expect you to get the honorific name and get people to recite it so soon," Hye-jin said calmly, "I thought you would hesitate a little longer. ”

Agnes saw that the sea water under her feet seemed to be surging violently, and the gray-black silt was turned up by the surging of the sea, making the sea water even more turbid, and there was a faint sound of waves ringing in her ears.

"There's nothing to hesitate," said Agnes subconsciously, "and the weighing of the scales is never a matter of a moment. ”

Hui Zhen turned her gaze back to Agnes and said loudly, "Of course, the choice is only a matter of moments, but the price is something that lasts for a long time. If you want to use your attendant's body to exert a power that you can't use for the time being, his death alone won't be enough to pay the price. ”

"Remember, when madness accumulates to three, permanent change will happen."

"And this time, maybe it's the second madness...... Of course, you might be able to tackle your first crazy ...... sooner."

Hui Zhen's voice seemed to be drowned out by the sound of waves, and it fell on Agnes's ears like a dream.

......

"Oh," Gottles looked at the crowd pouring into the central plaza, "and it looks like I've attracted someone who shouldn't be touched, who shouldn't be found. ”

Gray-black mist faintly escaped from the wound on Bernie's neck that had long healed, faint cracks appeared on Bernie's head, torso, and limbs, gray-black mud flowed out of those cracks, and then sublimated into gray-black mist, wrapping towards the black liquid that shuttled and refracted between the mirrors.

Blinded by a light gray veil, the vision quietly blended with the scene in front of her, and Agnes raised her hand to look at the center of the mirror in the sky, where countless thin shadows were reflected.

Her eyes met clearly with the figure with the pale blue flames, and then she saw the figure blur rapidly.