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Hastur asked Sharon to sit down first, and then said: "Tell me about your experiences during this time."
"very good."
"that's it?"
"Ah."
"Miss Sharon, you are more precious with your words than before."
"Meow."
Azshara also echoed.
"Have you ever seen a puppet who talks a lot?"
"Yes, I have."
Hastur answered in the affirmative, causing a rare flash of astonishment in Sharon's eyes.
"In the novel I wrote for you, the seemingly cold and emotionless puppets have fire-like passion in their hearts, and they also long for communication with other people."
"..."
"You see, although Azshara cannot speak human language, she always likes to interrupt when we are talking. This shows that communication is the instinct of living things."
"Meow!"
Azshara glared at Hastur angrily, and ran to Sharon. She felt aggrieved and covered her eyes with her little paws, as if she was crying sadly.
"Look, even a cat can have such vivid expression changes, how can a human be inferior to a cat?"
Hastur also pointed out that he knew that he didn't like to talk or show emotions. This was Sharon's nature.
But when she plays a puppet, it's easy for Sharon to completely assimilate herself with the puppet because they are so similar.
It's easy to get in, but it's not so easy to get out.
He didn't want Sharon to end up as a person who had lost all emotions.
Sharon who can still laugh and cry is cuter.
"Ah."
Sharon nodded, her eyes seemed much gentler.
"How about you try to smile again?"
Sharon ignored Hastur's obviously selfish suggestion.
After staying for about twenty minutes, Sharon left here.
Her arrival tonight is, firstly, to tell Hastur that she has been successfully promoted, and secondly, to give Hastur a little reminder.
As soon as Sharon's front legs left, 008, who was lying in the pencil case pretending to be dead, started jumping up and down, clamoring to come out.
Chapter 307 Stealing Destiny
It must protest!
Even if it is what Miss Sharon says, it must be justified!
It is the most loyal penholder for its owner, and is not an unknown thing that brings harm.
Hastur walked over, flicked the top of the pen box with his right index finger, and bounced it back on the table. "If you make a fuss again, I will really give you to that bigot."
008 calms down in an instant, and assessing the situation has always been its strength.
But it still shook slightly, as if it was expressing its grievances.
Hasta came to the desk and sat down, took out a piece of paper, but did not open the pen box containing 008. Instead, he picked up an ordinary quill pen and slowly began to practice calligraphy.
At first, 008 could tolerate this kind of ignorance, but after waiting for a while, seeing that Hastur really ignored its intention, it started to jump up again, eager to immediately fill a blank paper with its heat.
Unfortunately, Hastur still ignored it.
After writing a piece of paper, he glanced at the time. It was past eleven o'clock. He yawned, stood up and left the study, leaving behind 008 who kept jumping around.
……
Late at night, on the streets of Puning Port, an old man with silver hair, neatly dressed in black formal clothes, round glasses, and a silk top hat was slowly passing by the door of the hotel on the street.
As soon as he reached the main entrance of the hotel, the old man stopped, took off his silk top hat with his right hand, and gave a slow salute to Mrs. Lisa who suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Dear Madam, I have no intention of offending you. I just happened to be passing by and have some friendship with the Church of the Night Goddess, so I helped those lost children. I hope you won't be offended."
Mrs. Lisa just watched his performance quietly. After he finished speaking, she spoke calmly: "Dream Weaver walks the world as a clone, weaving the dreams of thousands of creatures. Such a transcendent ability makes you feel like you are in a dream. The gods also make you completely lose your respect for other extraordinary beings."
The old man just smiled and said: "Dreams are like life, life is like dreams, even death is just a deep sleep. When you wake up at dawn, everything will be like yesterday, and life will still be so wonderful."
Mrs. Lisa shook her head and sighed: "You are ignorant and fearless. If you are a Sequence 2 observer, you should have only one thought right now, escape from here with all your strength, and don't let fate catch up with you."
The old man frowned slightly, and carefully looked at Mrs. Lisa in front of him for a while, but he still couldn't completely see through her.
"The second mistake you made was that you shouldn't be chatting with me here."
The old man didn't quite understand Mrs. Lisa's words, but he began to feel inexplicably uneasy, with unknown fear spreading.
"Dear Madam, it's very late now. Let's meet again if there is a chance."
The old man's figure burst like a string of bubbles and then disappeared.
Mrs. Lisa whispered: "To kill or not to kill, Lord God Envoy doesn't seem to like too much killing here... Just give him an unforgettable lesson."
In a small town outside Puning Port, the old man walked out of an alley and felt slightly relieved when he saw that no one was chasing him.
Just now, he actually felt a strong sense of fear from the old lady. This was something he had not experienced for a long time.
Tasted flavor.
"It's better to be careful."
The old man changed his body shape and became shorter. His silver hair began to dye into black and white. He put away his round glasses. There was a scar as wide as an index finger on his left cheek. A sparse beard grew on his chin. There is also a cane of sunken wood with silver edges.
The whole person looks twenty years younger than before, and his temperament is completely different from his previous image.
He has always had many identities. He is Barros Hopkins, the King of the Black Seat, one of the four pirate kings. He is also Eric Drake, a famous hermit in the Suniya Sea. He is also the Backlund Medical School. Former principal, royal medical adviser.
He has so many identities that even he sometimes forgets them.
Dream weavers weave dreams, and they can also weave their own dreams.
In the dream, he could be anyone.
"I really don't know which organization that old lady just now is a member of."
"Are you sure you want to know?"
The old man paused after taking just a few steps, his face darkened, and his originally relaxed mood was tainted with a layer of gloom.
Because the inexplicable voice just now came from his own mind.
And the voice was very familiar, it was the old lady I had only met once before.
The old man suppressed the shock in his heart, chuckled and applauded: "It's a wonderful method, even I didn't notice it for a while. It's really eye-opening tonight."
"Does this shock you? You're still too young."
The old man's eyes flashed slightly, and his voice was a little colder, "I said I have no intention of intervening in your affairs, I just happened to be passing by."
"The first time, I let you go, but you didn't leave. You were still lingering around there. Since you like to be nosy, you have to pay a price for it."
"Haha, this is just a clone of me."
"Who said this is your clone?"
As soon as these words came out, the old man felt that he had completely lost control of his body, and his entire consciousness condensed into a small point of light, imprisoned in a dark and lightless world.
It wasn't until this moment that he truly realized that he had hit a brick wall this time.
"Barros Hopkins, Eric Drake, the Royal Medical Advisor...Pauli Dellaw...you do have quite a lot of identities."
As his identity was revealed layer by layer, the old man's heart sank completely.
Just now he tried to end the life of this clone, but found that he was just a passer-by and could not affect this body in the slightest.
The old lady whom I had only met once was now the real master of her avatar.
The old man asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?"
"Don't you think it's too late to ask this question now?"
"What do you want with my body?"
"The Garden of Eden seems like a nice place, just in time for a stroll."
"Haha, even if you occupy my clone, you still can't enter the Garden of Eden!"
"Your clone? Alas, you still don't understand what you have lost now."
Mrs. Lisa sighed, closed the clone's eyes, and entered the collective subconscious world.
The Garden of Eden exists here
inside.
It is very difficult to find the Garden of Eden in the collective subconscious.
But for this clone, his true body is sleeping deep in the Garden of Eden.
Paulie Dellaw, his true identity is the current president of the Psychological Alchemy Society.
He regards the Garden of Eden as an absolutely safe place, so when he goes out for a walk, he will place his true body deep in the Garden of Eden. The clone walking outside is like a bubble, and it will break when it breaks, without affecting his true body at all.
But now, he finally felt a suffocating feeling of being grabbed by fate's neck.
The Garden of Eden was opened, opened by a person occupying his own clone!
She even made it all the way to the place where she kept her real body without any hindrance. None of the members of the jury she met on the way recognized her identity and completely regarded her as herself!
She even stopped to chat with a friend she had a good relationship with about her adventures during this time.
His friends didn't realize that there was a new soul in this clone, and everyone naturally thought that she was him.
Your destiny has been replaced!
No, to be more precise, the destiny of my clone was stolen!