"Sit down, do you want coffee or tea?"
After such a thing happened in the restaurant, the two hurriedly left after paying the bill. CC "kindly" suggested that Adrian, who was emotionally unstable, go home and rest, and she herself followed Ed into the Lingos house tacitly.
"Water is fine. Don't you explain what happened just now? You managed to arouse my curiosity, this feeling that only you understand and I don't understand is very unpleasant." CC sat casually One end of the L-shaped sofa in the living room of the Lingus family was looking at the room.
Although the room was not big, it was cleaned very well, and all the items were neatly placed. The bedroom door was not closed, and the inside was also neat and tidy, and even the quilt was neatly folded. The owner here must be a very self-disciplined person, right
"The gaffe just now made you laugh." Ed put a glass of water in front of CC, made himself a cup of black tea, and sat down on the other end of the sofa. Now he has completely calmed down, as if nothing had happened, "There's nothing to explain, just literally. For you and for me, I'm neither a natural person nor an unnatural person. How to say Well, it's like, it's like a paramecia, right?"
"Paramecia?" CC pondered the word repeatedly, "A paramecia that is neither an animal nor a plant..."
"It's really easy to talk to a smart person." Ed picked up the teacup, took a shallow sip, and a touch of bitterness spread from the tip of his tongue, "As for the reason, this is one of my most important secrets, I'm afraid I can't tell you."
"In that case, Mr. Paramecium, we might as well go back to the original question, do you want to make a deal with me?" CC understood that there would be no result in the end, and decided to change the topic. Of course, the current deal The content is completely different from before. Don’t be too busy to refuse, you have also obtained new information, why don’t you think about it again?”
"Can I ask what was the content of the previous transaction?"
"What's the point of this?" CC looked at the teenager in front of her with interest, no, she was definitely not a teenager, and CC had absolute confidence in herself when judging her age. I'm afraid he has forgotten the setting that he is a teenager? Or are you too lazy to pretend to be a shy boy after being exposed? It doesn't matter, what matters is that intuition tells her that such a suitable person has never appeared in her long life, and she doesn't know when she will meet again next time.
CC didn't know what she had in common with the person in front of her. She knew very well that Adrian Lingus' resume was just an ordinary genius scientist. However, the feeling of resonating souls in the restaurant before is ethereal, but it is absolutely true, and the sadness that I feel is also very familiar. Since this is the case, there is no reason to let go of this opportunity, right? Thinking of this, CC let himself sit next to Ed.
This sudden move surprised Ed, but he didn't ask "what are you doing?" The scent of the shampoo from the hair that was close at hand made people a little dazed, and the hands holding the cup were also dazzlingly white. No matter how much you have the sense of superiority as a transmigrator, the two worlds add up to only a fraction of each other, right? Ed picked up the teacup and took another sip. The tea was deliberately steeped, but the bitter taste made people think rationally, rather than being influenced by some irrelevant factors.
"You seem to know exactly what I want. Although this surprises me, I will stop here." CC's cold voice came from one side, and she returned to her calm and somewhat arrogant look before. "For the sake of fairness, let's talk about what you want first, shall we? Knowing this, you can make a correct judgment. Then answer me, Ed, what do you want? I can feel it. You have no interest in power."
"I don't have anything special you want, right." Has it become Ed? It's really out of sight. I only thought about this question when I first came here, and everything that follows is just working towards a certain established goal, "If you have to say it, make a particularly powerful Gundam? It's better to use nuclear energy, Lithium The battery is too poor, and I hang up all the weapons I can think of. Oh yes, it's not a commodity, it's entirely my own."
Did this man not understand his question at all? CC thinks it's a bit ridiculous, as if the graduation plan submitted to the university only wrote that I want to eat steak when I go out to play next weekend, as if the essay titled my ideal only wrote that I want to travel abroad next year, Do you really not understand or are you just a person of this level? Strength, wealth, woman, what at least desire? It's okay to crave scientific truth according to your settings. "Build a very powerful Gundam", very powerful, not even the strongest, this kind of half-baked answer is too funny, right
CC lost the desire to answer, and the air suddenly quieted down. She surveyed the room again, boringly, to dispel the restlessness in her heart.
Out of the corner of my eye, the kitchen was exceptionally clean, and there were only packaging bags for ready-to-eat food in the trash can. The tables and chairs in the dining room are still kept as they were when the three were dining, and there is no trace of being used at all. The door to the master bedroom used by the deceased parents was closed, and the inside could not be seen. In the second bedroom in use, there is nothing for entertainment other than a computer and a printer. There are no decorative items or practical life props on the surrounding cabinets. Even the coffee table in front of me didn't even have anything like toilet paper or fruit plate except two cups. Can this place be called home? Either a hotel or a hotel is more appropriate than the title of home, right
Ah, so it is, CC suddenly understands where that irritable feeling comes from, and understands where the sense of disobedience in this house comes from. So that's how it is. Adrian Lingos completely understood his question and answered his own question completely and honestly. His world was like this room, there was neither dazzling hope nor hideous desire in it. And that funny half-hearted answer was the best he could give.
So this person is actually the same as himself, and what's more interesting is that he has no consciousness. The empathy and intimacy that surged from the bottom of my heart all proved that my judgment was completely correct, and the strange feeling in the restaurant just now has a reasonable explanation. This kind of wandering for countless years at the end of the universe has seen Another self feeling, is it an accomplice? No, patient, right
"Hey, let's make a contract."
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Is your answer too dumb? In short, CC was inexplicably quiet, and did not continue to talk to himself. As for Geass's attitude, to be honest, Ed didn't know what to do. All of a sudden, Geass became something that was good for him, not bad. At noon, what I said about not wanting to live forever and not wanting to kill was only aimed at CC. What I was afraid of was being read and brainwashed. Although the reason is a bit ironic, if all the fears are gone, there is nothing wrong with accepting Geass, right? The only danger is Geass's excessive use of out of control and the agreement to kill CC in the end. The former is afraid of his own lack of self-control, and the latter's words are mandatory? If not, the decision is yours, right
"Hey, let's make a contract."
CC's voice interrupted Ed's thinking. This topic is too jumpy, isn't it
"You want to build your own Gundam? That's going to take a lot of money. I own 3% of Anaheim, which can be transferred to you. In exchange, you'll take Geass."
"Is this condition too favorable for me? Don't I need to do something?"
"Did you know that human beings grow through cognition." CC suddenly rolled over and straddled Ed's lap, holding the back of the sofa with both hands, looking directly into Ed's eyes, "Knowing others, knowing the world , and then compared with the transformation of one's own rationality and sensibility, this process is called growth."
CC's aura is too strong, Ed can't move. His cheeks were so close that they almost touched his face, the sound of breathing could be heard within close proximity, the long hair swiping across his face felt a little itchy, and the soft touch could be felt even through clothes.
"And the most important thing is to recognize the self. People who only transform themselves by referring to the outside world will not be able to reach the end, no matter what is waiting for the end." CC's voice is like hypnosis, gradually eroding Ed's thinking. "It's like today, you grew up once, and saw the self that you didn't recognize before, right?"
"I have no way to grow anymore, but I want to see how you look when you reach the end. I believe you will give me a satisfactory answer. This is my wish." Reason told him what CC said was inexplicable and fragmented , but somehow the brain begins to resist thinking. "Hey, let's make a contract, shall we?"
Ed felt a trance in his own consciousness.
The forehead that has been peeped many times before seems to be able to see a V-shaped mark, and the brilliance that is invisible to the naked eye spews out from it. CC's golden eyes seem to be connected to Ed's consciousness. Ed is in her pupils. The depths of the world saw time, saw civilization, saw survival, and saw destruction. Then everything came to an abrupt end.
"The contract is established, Mr. Paramecium."