The blood-biting phantom stood vividly in front of me, condensed not like an illusory shadow, just where she stood alive.

The sirens summoned their own apparitions as well, and then walked up to my side and assumed a posture to assist me.

As soon as I saw the bite of blood, I reflexively recalled the previous conversation and my chaotic emotions at that time, and I felt that my state of mind, which had finally calmed down, was about to be disturbed again. I can see how helpless she is from this place, even though I can no longer look at her with the eyes of the opposite sex, but she can always disturb my state of mind again and again.

Fortunately, there is a big difference between the map and the main body, that is, the map is not shrouded in illusion spells. It didn't take up some of my attention, and it allowed me to quickly regain my composure with this difference.

However, biting blood is really paradoxical enough.

She had ventured to come to me in order to be embraced as a human, but she had spent time and energy carefully weaving the illusion of imitating monsters in order to please me, and she had willingly reduced herself to a tool at my disposal. Could it be that her brain had burned out from the shock of death? Or is it that she can't even think of this kind of thing that I can think of and understand, even if I really accept her, her efforts will only push herself in the opposite direction and eventually shatter her dreams.

Or does she want me to hurt her like I did last time? But that's another paradox, if I admit she's human, I can't do to her like I did last time, and she doesn't want me to treat her like a monster.

The relationship between me and her that she pursued could not exist rationally even in an imaginary world, and it was shattered from the beginning.

When it comes to the field of genuine kindness to others, she seems to have lost the cunning and wisdom of the past, and she is so clumsy that she doesn't look like an experienced person in her nineties, but like a junior high school girl in her teenage years. At first, I firmly thought it was acting, but after actual contact, I had to admit that she was indeed showing her true feelings. In order to better understand her, I had to try to deconstruct her psychology.

Instead of immediately asking my top concerns, I first asked the Bloodbite Mapper in front of me a few questions about her ontological interpersonal interactions. This is also so that I can slowly return to a normal state of mind for conversation. And she replied to all the answers.

Then her answer made me feel enlightened. In fact, the person who bites the blood has no real interpersonal experience. The so-called interpersonal communication is the interaction between "people". In this sense, she had only really been in a relationship with her mother. And in addition to that, if she grew up only associating with people who thought of herself as demons, then she certainly didn't know how to treat others with kindness. Even the succubus who longed for her only admired and feared her as a "demon who saved himself".

"Could it be that she casts her mother's shadow on me?" I couldn't help but ask.

The siren calmly revised, "It should be a father in terms of gender." ”

"I don't have a daughter in her nineties." I couldn't help but say. And to treat the person who violated him as his father, and to pull the other party into the grove in broad daylight to take the initiative to do that kind of thing, how distorted is that?

In addition, when it comes to interpersonal communication issues, it can't be said to be so absolute.

I've noticed when I've looked at the memories of the bite that there was a time when she tried a "normal way of life" that she couldn't accept. During this time, she disguised herself as a normal human, and it was not that she was not treated as a human by the people she came into contact with, but those accepting eyes did not touch her.

Her state of mind at the time was more akin to that of a wolf that had infiltrated a flock, and instead of being as clumsy as she is now, she was able to convey her carefully chiseled kindness in a way that was as clever and mellow as the antelope horns, in order to win the favor of the people she came into contact with.

Therefore, it is not so much that she is not good at conveying kindness, but that she is not good at giving sincerity.

If the words that came out of her mouth were hypocritical, then not only could the demon warlock who was good at seduction like the succubus be easily captured by her, but also the experienced enforcer like Naruto could also be played around by her; And once she tries to give her heart, even someone like me, who has little interpersonal experience, will think that she is suspicious, and can't help but wonder if she has some malicious intentions.

After figuring this out, I was mentally prepared and began to get to the point, "Why did you approach me with that attitude before?" ”

The blood-biting phantom said bluntly, "Because I'm in love with you." ”

"Why?" I asked.

Her answer was the same as the ontology, "Because you said I was human." ”

"Just because you're treated like a human being, you're going to fall in love with me?" I asked, "As long as you're willing to disguise yourself as a normal person, you'll be able to think of you as a human being." Aren't you very good at deceiving people? ”

"I'm very good at cheating, so I know very well that a relationship obtained by deception is essentially deceiving myself." She said succinctly, "I used to play a normal person in a secular society, and I also made a few so-called normal friends. But what I want is to be embraced for who I really am. And what has been tried is just a dream in the final analysis. ”

She seemed to recall something, paused for a few seconds, and then said, "Dreams wake up." ”

I couldn't argue with that, so I moved on to the next question, "So, how do you know that I mean the truth?" Considering the situation when I spoke to you, it is entirely possible that I heard somewhere that you despise humans as a half-blood demon, and wanted to find a line that would mock you before you died, so that you could not even look at you when you died; In other words, I may just say it casually on a whim, and I didn't take it to heart, let alone evaluate you from the bottom of my heart. ”

"No way, you're absolutely sincere." She said categorically.

The blood-biting body and the ontology have the same attitude towards this matter, and they believe it to the point of abnormality.

It was very strange to me that how could she, who herself was synonymous with fraud and conspiracy, believe in what other people said.

Or is it because she is so good at deception and intrigue that she can see that my words are true?

I continued, "On what basis?" Is it those things that Joe Licorice said to you? But it's also possible that Joe Licorice is conspiring with me to deceive you, you still have room for doubt, right? ”

"There is no room for doubt." She said.

"Why?" I asked, "Where did you see that I must be sincere in my opinion of you?" ”

Hearing this, she stood in front of me and shifted her gaze downward forty-five degrees.

I couldn't help but follow her gaze and look underneath my body.

The sirens suddenly realized.

I was dumbfounded.

I see, this place is impossible to lie. It's just that, it's because of this? Although there is really no more plausible statement, and there is no more convincing evidence, and there really is no other explanation if it is to make such a cunning and treacherous person who bites blood believe it, but this kind of thing is ridiculous anyway.

I sorted out my mood a little and decided to hurry up and move on to the next question.

Then there's the really critical question.

"You mentioned earlier that you are willing to join the Security Service as a law enforcement warlock for me." I then asked, "Assuming I don't die next year, will you continue to be a law enforcement warlock?" ”

"If you're all dead, why should I stay in the Security Service?" She said without hesitation.

"And what about reform?" I asked, "Even if you don't have to be in the Security Service, you can still do a just cause, even ...... Even in my opinion, I may not be able to do some good deeds that I can't do in the Security Bureau. You said you would change for me, and you didn't plan to continue to hold on to this after I died? ”

"Do I have any reason to stand up for justice at that time?" She said.

Sure enough, she didn't want to change her mind or change her ways, and in the end, her goal was not to become a law enforcement warlock. What she wants is for me to accept her, and on that basis, she "can be a reformer."

I changed the way I asked, "Does that mean you're going to continue to do bad things?" ”

"Yes." She said.

"But since you really love me, shouldn't you follow my dead will?" Although I felt that I was "not ashamed" to say this, I still pushed myself to continue to ask, "Or take a step back and say, even if you can't follow my will, there is no need to do the opposite." Specifically, even if you think it's troublesome to do good, you don't necessarily have to continue to do bad things. Don't you feel that you should respect the moral bottom line of your loved one's life? ”

"Man has only one life, and to die is to die." "You don't die a second time when you have a funeral, and you don't die a third time when everyone forgets," she said. As long as he is dead, he is really dead, he can no longer feel the world, and no one else can feel him again, and all meaning will disappear. And the will is nothing more than a self-consolation made up in the minds of the living, something that deceives oneself. ”

As she spoke, she stared at me deeply, "So, even if you gamble with my life, I will never let you die." ”

The last words are beyond the scope of my question, they are the words spoken by the mapping body itself. It's not like there's been an anomalous change in the mapper speaking without me asking a question, and it's more of a minor operational glitch than a loss of control. But since there will be such a change, it shows that her feelings for me are very real and strong. I was speechless for a moment.

However, even if she is so sincere, there is still a fatal contradiction in her heart.

"One last question." I said, "If I really accepted you, would you kill me?" ”

"What?" Obviously, my question was beyond her expectations, and she was stunned.

Biting blood is not only the pursuit of the destruction of others, but also the pursuit of one's own destruction. Because of this, she brutally killed her own mother in the first place.

I believe that her desire to be accepted is real, but is her desire to destroy love false? If the desire to be accepted comes from her human side, then the desire to be dashed comes from her demonic side. On both sides is herself, the building blocks of her personality.

And judging from her memories and experiences so far, her demonic nature is far stronger than her human nature.

Demonic sex was rooted in the depths of her soul, and even she couldn't see how deep it was. She will only live in darkness, not allowing herself to have normal happiness, but more keen to shred her happiness to the point of decentness, and then stare at her shattered self and be content.

"Answer me." I continued to ask, "Do you really want to be accepted by me, or do you want to kill me after I accept you?" ”

"I, I want to ......" Her eyes became more and more confused, and her body began to become illusory and disordered.

Moments later, the map collapsed and disintegrated in a violent fluctuation.

Is she unable to answer me, or is she unable to accept her own answer?

"Do you want me to summon her again?" The sirens asked me.

"No, I'm done. And even if I asked her again, she still wouldn't be able to answer me. As I spoke, I thought about my previous experience with the bite blood.

I didn't feel malice from the previous blood-biting body, which means that even she herself is not aware of her contradictions. No, she knows her inner world very well, and it is impossible not to know this. If there is a situation in which she does not know, it can only be that she unconsciously does not want to know the truth.

She must have understood unconsciously, the moment I hugged her, the moment she bared her fangs and crushed my throat.

She couldn't defy her instincts.

Half-blood demons have only pathological malice towards the world, even if it is a seemingly loving feeling, it is also a poison to deceive themselves and others with a sweet shell.

At this time, I also completely cut off my distractions, and I really made up my mind.

I'm going to kill bite blood.

Now that my mind has finally cleared up, I look back at myself and see that my heart was indeed overdone. Even if I can't decide to kill her on the spot or accept her, I have to control her first, and I actually turned around and left. If someone watched my interaction with the bite of blood and interpreted my behavior of turning around and leaving as "running away from the wilderness", I am afraid I would not be able to refute it.

I re-entered the grove from before, and the bite blood was no longer there.

After a few laps around the neighborhood, I went back to the hotel, then took out my phone and called Bluebird.

(End of chapter)