Like the moon falling in a wine glass, it is like a daffodil on the lakeside reflected in the shadow of the lake.

Under the light of the twilight at dusk, the translucent sunset has already revealed the spiritual nature of the "archetype".

“…… You're not resurrecting the dead Miss Sunset. ”

Alice looked at the somewhat melancholy girl in the next room and whispered, "You just let her dead stay here." ”

"This is the resurrection."

The prototype said with great certainty.

He looked at the black-haired girl who had finished playing the piano but was still in the room watching the sunset, his eyes were full of warmth and tranquility.

In the piano room at sunset, there are almost all the utensils of daily life - beds, tables, pianos, toys, game glasses, books, vintage record players, all kinds of posters that girls like......

But the only thing missing is snacks, drinking water and toilets.

Now it's time to eat, but the sunset when I'm alone at home doesn't cry out about hunger at all.

She didn't know that the prototype would be back soon, but she didn't prepare her own share when she made tea.

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There is no trace of the tea on the table, and the trash can next to the table is extremely clean.

All this proves one thing......

"She knew she wasn't human anymore, just a ghost."

The vessel of the gods looked back at the lover who was connected to the bud.

The demon, who had exactly the same memory as Russell, did not hesitate to ask, "She's not having a good time, Ram."

It was obvious to her that she was dead...... Do you call this a resurrection? Do you call her life happiness? ”

"There's one thing to discuss, God's Vessel."

The questioned "budding lover" was obviously also a little unhappy, and she called the name of the vessel of the gods plainly: "What do you think is death?" ”

“…… That's a big question. ”

"Can't you answer? Then I'll tell you...... In my mind, death is 'far from what you love'.

"It doesn't matter whether the body exists or not, being able to eat and drink for pleasure is just an addition to being able to 'live happily'. What is the memory of the world, the end of work, the beating of the heart...... In my opinion, none of that matters.

"The so-called death is to be separated from the people you love, the things you love, and the cause you love forever...... In other words, as long as you can come back, you can't die. At best, it's just 'not so perfect living'.

"But in this world, how many people can 'live perfectly'? Since the vast majority of human beings are imperfect, what is unacceptable about this method of resurrection? ”

The lover of the bud watched the sunset and whispered, "It's better to say that this way."

"She won't get sick again, and she won't age. It doesn't hurt my heart and makes me rediscover the despair of losing her.

"Her personality will not change again, she will not be suddenly influenced by people, and she will begin to doubt my love for her; There will be no hobbies that surprise or dislike me and make me make unnecessary changes in order to accommodate her; Won't let me have access to her parents and relatives who I don't love.

"She is mine now and will always be mine. I will always love her...... Until a thousand years from now, at the end of my life, when I am dying, she will still be so young. When I leave this world, she will accompany me as well.

"Flesh and blood are unnecessary. Human beings are confined to the flesh and thus have all kinds of original sin. Giving up this meaningless shell will only make people happy. ”

The elven youth who fused with the demon watched the sunset obsessively and whispered in a low voice.

The sunset separated by a wall could not see his gaze, and could only watch the sunset slowly setting outside the window melancholy.

Alice finally understood everything-

Why is the so-called "piano room" that is all-inclusive and can show all life transparent......

Because the real essence of that room is a "real-life figure display case"!

The sunset that the "budding lover" loves is not the girl with mental illness. It is a soul mate that the "archetype" fantasizes about and resembles himself.

In other words, this sunset is just a "spirit figure".

You can see it, you can touch it, you have your own thoughts, but you will never betray it. There is no need to feed and drink, there is no need to manage excretion, there is no need to care about the other person's hobbies, and there is no need to consider the other person's mood. A large figure that only needs to be "dressed", "cultivated" and "played......

“…… Is this 'selfish love'? ”

Alice muttered softly.

"yes."

The lover replied blandly, "This is me." ”

"No wonder you hit it off with Ram...... You are one kind. ”

"Indeed, you and your host must be the same kind of people."

The lover of the bud smiled: "Although I was deceived by the flower touch, I don't regret coming here. ”

Because the holder of the so-called 'bud lover' loves himself the most. Loving yourself is the same as loving you. ”

Alice stared at the translucent sunset and whispered, "Ram is not crying and having a nervous breakdown because of the 'death of the sunset'. Rather, she was saddened that she had left herself, that she had lost the people she loved.

"In the course of a month, you have eaten the souls of two of your patients; In order to maintain the existence of 'Sunset', you let four innocent girls with their own families jump to their deaths, just to give Sunset a week of 'happiness'.

"Why would you do that?

“…… Because you never thought about using your own practical actions to make her happy.

"Because you can easily see her mind and know what kind of action you will do.

"Because you don't think the favor you get from following the 'strategy' is real.

"—because you don't think there's any point in curing one's illness at sunset."

Alice's gaze shifted from Sunset to the archetype beside her: "Because you love Sunset, but you love yourself more."

"What do you love, the girl herself? Or is it the other self you see in her?

"Or are you just self-inflicted, innocently in love with the 'self-loving self'?"

Her emerald green gaze seems to be able to easily penetrate people's hearts: "Love...... He is still human, with his own joys and sorrows, and he is the one who is outstanding among the human race.

"And that painful, memorable time?"

The face of the "archetype" became gloomy.

As a psychiatrist, he was easily dissected by "Alice", who is not engaged in this business, and this feeling made him feel ashamed.

“…… What do you have to do with that woman? ”

A deep and gentle male voice overlapped with a sharp and high-pitched female voice, and the green shoots on the archetypal skin began to grow wildly: "You are the person she found?" ”

With only human, material eyes, you can see the tip of his tongue piercing turquoise shoots.

"You want ...... Take me—

"-[Lovers]?!"

That's real and unmistakable anger.

Countless sprouts burst out of his skin!