Humanoid self-propelled wishing machine

Chapter 49

Tsushima Reo noticed it a little slowly.

—He seemed to be trapped in Alluka's body.

It's not a sojourn with twins like Erina, nor does it occupy Alluka's body, Tsushima Reo is more like a projection from another world, quietly overlapping in Alluka's thin shadow.

He peeps into the world through Alluka's body, feels everything that Alluka feels, and experiences everything that Alluka experiences, but like a ghost that no one can see, he cannot speak, move, or touch. bump.

He watched Alluka eating, sleeping, playing, and staring in a daze. He was satisfied with all willful requests, but he couldn't call out the name of the deaconess who had been serving him all the time.

Probably at that time, even he himself was confused, helpless and ignorant of the current situation, obviously no one explained to him how all this happened, but Tsushima Reo knew it.

Alluka was just like him.

The same is guarded, imprisoned, and alienated, and the same is given everything and deprived of everything.

——[So lonely. ]

It was that day that Reo Tsushima heard Alluka's heartfelt voice for the first time.

People who fear him, people who respect him, people who hate him, people who have to serve him because of orders... he is also surrounded by unknown people.

Even if I play with him, eat with him, sleep with him, praise him, and praise him, the name that I haven't learned for a long time is like an insurmountable barrier between Alluka and the others. , he squatted alone on one side with his knees hugged, while the others stood on the other side in good order, with smiles on their faces, holding dolls in their hands, trying to make him laugh, but no one tried to cross the other side. A boundary, into his world.

--[poor thing. ]

Tsushima Rei's heart involuntarily gushes out a sense of love and pity that is as continuous as a stream, soft and tender.

And when he had such an idea, Alluka was also stunned for a moment. He looked around suspiciously, and asked the deaconess in charge of taking care of him, "Did someone talk just now?"

"No, Master Alluka." The deaconess listened attentively, gave a negative answer, and then asked, "What's wrong?"

The deaconess who had been trained to beat the enemy and was sent to take care of him was undoubtedly a person with keen five senses. Since she said she didn't hear, it should mean that no one spoke.

"...It's nothing, I must have heard it wrong." Alluka raised a smiling face, and said briskly, the face inherited from her mother was beautiful and harmless, as soft as a ball of cotton.

He has a pair of cat-like smart eyes, a small nose tip, and the corners of his mouth are curled up. If someone who has seen Tsushima Reo's appearance stands here, anyone will think that Alluka and Tsushima Reo are the ones. twins.

They have exactly the same, indistinguishable faces.

Although it seemed like an auditory hallucination for a second, like a vague touch, but Alluka really felt some kind of abnormal existence.

It's different from Nanika, different from the ability to read, it's an indescribably wonderful feeling.

It's like... there is another self in this world.

.

It was not an auditory hallucination, nor was it an illusion.

It was only a few weeks later that Alluka realized this fact.

From that day on, the faint, fuzzy voice with the same tone as his began to ring in his ears frequently, like a gust of wind, hazy and unreal, and disappeared without a trace.

What the voice said was not any special words, most of them were trivial and ordinary, as if releasing some small and gentle kindness like a cohabitant.

[The button falls into the corner. ]

[Don't forget to save the game. ]

[You temporarily lent the matching hair rope to the doll yesterday, why don't you go find it? ]

……

[Your face is stained with juice, go and wash it with water. ]

Alluka obediently went.

He turned on the faucet, wet his handkerchief under the trickling transparent water, and wiped the stains on his face in front of the mirror.

His own appearance was reflected in the smooth mercury mirror. He was wearing a minority national costume that his mother liked, and the crow black long hair left to his waist was tied with a matching bell hair accessory, making him look like a girl.

Alluka stared at herself in the mirror, suddenly opened her mouth, and asked almost cautiously, "Who are you?"

As if talking to himself, he murmured, "Why did you choose me?"

There seemed to be countless questions in Aluka's head, confused and curious, and he asked like a cannonball, "Why are you following me? Why are you telling me those things? Are you a ghost? Or someone's?" Mind ability? Will you disappear?"

Naturally, he didn't get a response.

After all, even the occasional voices are erratic like those coming from another world, with trembling waves and alienation of poor signal, abrupt and jumping.

It is also foreseeable that the cohabitants cannot freely talk to him.

Even though he comforted himself in this way, the child's mouth was still visible to the naked eye, and the beautiful pupils were wet with disappointment, "I thought you wanted to be my friend."

The light in the bathroom flickered on and off.

In the dimness that lasted only a moment, Alluka saw the image of the person reflected in the mirror change suddenly.

Long raven-black hair, a pure white face, a golden divine bell, and a holy white robe and scarlet scarf stained with dark and solidified dirty blood. The child in the mirror has the same facial features as him, and is smiling at him.

On his neck, an arrow with red tail feathers was deeply buried in the flesh and blood, bursting out a vague and terrifying pain.

His eyes were full of joy and joy, but his complexion was pale and monotonous without a trace of blood, with a lifeless bluish white, his eyebrows were curved, and his lips were slightly parted, as if he was talking to him.

Red and white, children and wounds, smiles and lifelessness, inviolable holiness and blackened and hardened blood.

These contrasting colors and these unimaginable combinations all give people a sense of absurd confusion.

It was a horrible, frightening picture.

But when the treacherous and gloomy are to the extreme, some strange beauty emerges from the gloomy grotesque.

In the next second, the space in front of him brightened up again, and the figures in the mirror dissipated like bubbles, and only Aluka's slightly dazed face was reflected.

What followed was a long-delayed response with a brisk and pleasant ending.

[I... am not... If you can, would you like to be my friend? ]

The cohabitant probably spoke a long paragraph, but what was intercepted intermittently was only the last point that was urgently wanted to be conveyed to him.

But I don't know if it's Alluka's illusion. He always feels that the voice of the cohabitant becomes a little clearer like a mirror that wipes away the mist. Through the stone wall, the feeling of approaching him.

"Okay!" Alluka suddenly came to his senses, and agreed almost eagerly.

Alluka put his hand on the cold mirror, even when he saw the scene just now, he was neither afraid nor frightened, instead he was filled with endless excitement and curiosity, he opened his round eyes wide, Putting his face close to the smooth mirror surface, he looked left and right for the disappeared figures.

"Where did you hide?" Alluka asked in confusion and naivety, and simply climbed onto the low sink countertop specially made to take care of him, and groped the mirror surface inch by inch with his hands, "Why? I can't see you anymore? Are you a monster sealed in the mirror? If you break the mirror, can you come out?"

[……Can't. ]

The aggrieved voice of the cohabitant sounded in Alluka's mind, and he protested a little, "It's not a monster. ]

It wasn't Alluka's illusion. After the figure of the cohabitant appeared in the mirror, his voice became clearer, with vivid colors.

"You're still here." Alluka breathed a sigh of relief, and he seized the time to seriously say to the cohabitant, "If you agreed to be friends with me, you can't sneak away alone!"

[good. ] The cohabitant obediently responded, [I won't sneak away alone. ]

Alluka realized again that she still didn't know the name of her cohabitant.

"Ah, that's right." He puffed his cheeks and said in a coquettish tone, "I don't know your name yet."

Alluka's pupils are a misty gray-blue, which is obviously a clear color that makes people subconsciously feel cold and alienated, but at this time, it is filled with hot longing and long-suppressed worry about gains and losses. , and asked quickly, "Can you tell me your name?"

[OK. ] He said, [My name is Reio Tsushima. ]

"Tsushima Reo, Tsushima Reo...what a strange name." Alluka said so, but her eyes curled up like crescent moons, with a lively smile, "My name is Alluka , Aluka Beat the Enemy, please give me your advice, Reo Tsushima."

He uttered the first and last names, without knowing which part was the surname and which part was the first name.

Reyo Tsushima giggled, [Li Yang, you can just call me Li Yang. ] He said, [Tsushima is the surname, and Lianyang is the first name. Everyone seems to be more accustomed to calling me by my first name. ]

"Lianyang!" Alluka immediately called out his name loudly.

The innocence of a child makes him feel no sense of distance, but in this respect, Reo Tsushima is the same.

"Lianyang, Lianyang, can you appear in the mirror again?" Alluka said, "Just like before."

"I want to see your face, hear your voice, play with me, and know what happened to you." Just like a child who got a new toy, Alluka only felt With boundless energy, I want to explore everything that happened to Reo Tsushima.

This existence that suddenly appeared in his monotonous and suffocating world like a sealed box is like a small stone that stirs up waves, mysterious and grotesque, abnormal but wonderful, enough to arouse human nature's desire for the unknown Yearning and desire to explore, wanting to plunge into the fatal vortex without thinking about oneself.

Alluka was mesmerized.

His heart was pounding, fear, excitement, excitement, curiosity, whatever words you could use to describe it, he was just, purely fascinated by the unknown that seemed to miraculously befall his world.