Chapter 106: Secret Love*…

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"I didn't realize he was so infatuated."

"That's enough, this is not what we are here for."

I looked around and hid in the closet. After a while, I heard faint footsteps outside. I waited until the footsteps left the room, then I carefully got out.

"Help me unlock his treasure trove, Remiel."

The data stream flashed, and the secret door under the carpet opened automatically. The thick carpet was like a sleight of hand, and I could easily walk through it. I walked down the stairs, and the layers of barriers had been closed by Remiel.

The darkness is filled with stars. They are not lights, but the dazzling brilliance of treasures. The gorgeous and luxurious waves are reflected like water, making people unable to take their eyes away.

The legendary weapons that everyone desires, the priceless jewels... the rare treasures in the world are all there, making people dazzled. The floor under my feet is paved with dazzling gems. I walked through the vast sea of ​​treasures and walked directly to the end of the sea of ​​treasures.

The pure black mirror floats quietly in the air, with the dead and three rivers of the underworld carved on its surface. The dead souls can see their past through the mirror, and after venting their thoughts, they are cleansed by the water of the underworld and thrown into the next reincarnation.

It seems as if time has never passed, it remains the same as before, always by my side.

I reached out and picked up the mirror, meowing softly, feeling anxious and uneasy.

Is it still there? Will it respond to me? Is it okay? A whirlwind of thoughts raced through my mind, and I could only hold my breath and wait.

A long, long time ago, I thought I had been waiting for a long time, a fine mist floated out of the mirror, and a small claw stepped on the back of my hand.

“Meow.”

The cat jumped out of the mirror and landed lightly on my shoulder. It licked its scratched back and looked at me quietly.

I held my breath and stared into her eyes, and a few seconds later, the cat stepped on my shoulder.

"Why have you become like this? You look different than before."

She spoke lazily, her voice exactly the same as in my memory. The translucent pad of flesh stepped on my shoulder. Although there was no touch, I felt like it was stepping on the tip of my heart.

Memories came flooding back, the longer you live, the more memories you have. I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. I couldn't help but think of when I was still a human. When I was young, she went out hunting, always worried that I would die, and stuffed all kinds of prey into my mouth. If I didn't eat, she would keep licking my face and meowing to urge me to eat, fearing that I would starve to death at home.

To me, she is not just a cat, but my companion, my mother, my sister.

This little body fed me, and I took over, lowering my voice and gently answering, "While you were asleep, a lot of things happened to me. I met a lot of people, and I lost some things from the past. Is it strange to be like this now?"

"It's not strange. No matter what you become, I will recognize you."

The cat shook her head and touched my cheek intimately. My eyes were sore and I touched her head gently.

"I'm sorry I'm so late. It must be lonely here all by yourself. I'm really sorry I didn't find you first."

The cat wagged its tail. "This is not something you need to apologize for. I saved you because I wanted to. If you think I did it to gain your gratitude or to hear your stupid words, you are totally wrong."

I couldn't help but laugh: "You are always like this, educating me like an elder...Okay, go back to the mirror first, I will take you away, and we can talk about the rest slowly."

"But I just woke up - it's dark and narrow there, are you sure you want to put me back?"

The cat was a little unhappy. I coaxed her back into the mirror after much persuasion and promised her countless special dried fish.

"This lady is really...more willful than I thought." Remiel said with a smile. "But she is very cute and more interesting than I thought. Well, go back quickly, Kazhuo is already looking for you."

"Please show me a hidden way back, thank you."

"As you command, I have already prepared it for you."

Arrows appeared on the ground, and I followed the instructions and walked around. As soon as I stepped into the hall, Kazhuo's voice came from afar.

"So you are here."

He seemed to have been searching for a while, and strode towards me. His expression was very dangerous: "Where have you been?"

"...to the bathroom."

"Go to the bathroom?" Kazhuo's eyes turned around me twice, and suddenly asked: "Is my bedroom nice?"

I coughed and said, "You must be joking. How can I know if your bedroom is beautiful? I haven't seen it."

"Really? Is the toilet on the east or north side?"

"...North."

“Is it comfortable to use?”

"good...?"

“Is the mural beautiful?”

"It's nice, but a little garish...eh."

I responded subconsciously, but stopped talking halfway and stared at Kazoo in silence.

"Do you really think that my followers and I are blind? Millions of eyes didn't see an ordinary 'Son of God' leaving the hall." Kazhuo emphasized the word 'Son of God', and his tone was filled with danger. "You are interested in that mirror... Are you from the Church of Light, or the Goddess of Nature?"

He sneered, not knowing what he was thinking of. "No, it's not from the goddess of nature. That guy is busy with his own affairs, and it's impossible for him to know that the mirror is here with me. The one who can block my perception must be at least of the same level... You don't look like someone from Samuel, and there is no smell of glory on you... Instead, you look more like death. But Parka doesn't need to do this, unless--"

"...Why did you hang such a large mural opposite the bed?" I interrupted him with another question. This guy's intuition is amazing. I don't want to hear him continue. Kazhu saw through this trick at a glance: "You want to change the subject? This is not a smart decision."

"If I'm not mistaken, that's a portrait of His Majesty the God of Death. Are you secretly in love with him?"

Kajol choked.

Kajol was silent.

Kajol narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Why, have you seen Parka? How do you know that I drew him? Or is this a trick you use to annoy me?"

If I could post on the player forum, I would definitely let everyone hear how domineering Kajol was just now. The previous topic was completely forgotten, and replaced by the matter of the mural. I changed the subject again: "When did you draw that painting?"

Kazhuo opened his mouth to say something, but stopped himself. After a moment of silence, he actually answered my question: "After the god of death fell asleep, I intercepted a part of my memory and drew that picture."

No wonder I have no impression of it. When the painting appeared, I was already sealed in the kingdom of God.

"Why did you paint that picture? I mean... did you want to look at the painting and think of someone?"

"...You must have never liked anyone."

“.......”

I was stunned by his question and touched my nose awkwardly: "I'm not sure. I've never had strong feelings for someone. What does it feel like to like someone?"

"...like a burning fire that makes you intoxicated, reading a person's name is like telling a story. When you mention that person, you will feel your heart surge. I have thought of many ways and possibilities. How can I make the moon in the sky fall into my arms."

Kazhuo muttered absentmindedly. The question made me choose between answering and keeping silent. He didn't seem to care about my answer and continued, "If you like a flower, you can protect it in glass and let it grow safely without fear of wind and rain. But what if you like an eagle?"

"He chose to take it down from the sky and hold it in his arms instead. I chose to keep the feeling deep in my heart."

“It’s like the moon.”

I felt that this metaphor was somewhat familiar, and after thinking about it for a long time, I suddenly realized that Samuel had said something similar. The two of them were obviously old enemies, but they unexpectedly resonated in this regard.

“No matter where you go, the moon is always there. Humans walking on the earth can only bathe in the moon’s brightness and watch it continue to shine on the next person. Some people will go crazy because of it, some people will suffer because of it, but the moon doesn’t care about anything.”

"...What about you? Have you ever thought that maybe the moon is not the same kind of person as you? It doesn't need anything in return, it just does what it wants."

"You sound exactly like what he would say." Kajol chuckled. I coughed a little guiltily, but I heard his serious voice. "I know that for the moon, it doesn't matter if it occasionally sheds some light. But for the person who is illuminated, that light is eternal. From the second it shines on you, you can never forget it."

"...even if it's hard to get results?"

“Even if there is no result, I still want to look at the place covered by the moon. I want to be a part of the place illuminated by it. I have seen pursuers drown, so I know that I am forcing it.”

Kajol's voice was soft and gentle, like cotton wool falling. It was the first time I saw him with such an expression. His eyes passed through me, as if penetrating my skin, telling the real me what he was thinking.

Now that I think about it, Kajol has never been a talkative person. But when we chat privately, he never keeps the conversation quiet. There are no interesting people in the world who are born to talk about everything. It's all his persistence.

"...I think it's just the wrong method." I pursed my lips, not knowing how to tell him how I felt for a moment.

There was a flower in the garden. The first person said it was so beautiful. He transplanted the flower into a pot, covered it with a glass cover, and watered it with pure water to protect it from wind and rain.

The flowers are dead.

The second person was timid about this, and he decided never to disturb the flower. He would never let human wind and rain harm it. He watched in secret but never approached, thinking about it in his dreams at night, happy for the flower to bloom, but also worried about the wind and rain that would come one night. Before he made a decision whether to protect the flower, the flower withered.

Humans looked up at God and realized for the first time that He was omnipotent. So He wanted to protect God under his wings and lock Him in a birdcage. He didn't suffer any pain. But I have the power to protect myself. I want to stand on my own and face the storm. Instead of becoming a canary.

At this moment, Kazhuo suddenly leaned over to me. I almost thought he saw through my identity, and in the moment of distraction, a familiar mirror appeared between his slender fingers.

Damn, this thing has no moral principles and took the opportunity to attack! !

My face turned black.

"Aren't you going to explain? My dear son..." Kajo dragged out the last syllable artificially, and smiled triumphantly like a fox. "Why are you interested in the affairs of the god of death, why can you escape my perception, and why-"

"Can you get this mirror?"