I screamed like a chicken in my heart, and even felt like my pants were flying off for a moment.

This is so happy!

I felt my ears burning and my whole body was shaking with excitement.

Ahhhhhh, Sir An’s warm hug, a hug of love!

Maybe it was because Jingguang's body was indeed quite heavy, and it directly hit An Sir, and the dust between the stone slabs made him cough suddenly.

And the cough was very severe.

I quickly climbed up from him - hey, think about this sentence carefully, think about it carefully.

Even though I am involved here, I still have to say that my CP is real!

Especially now, Jingguang's body is still holding on and his heartbeat has not completely stopped. Doesn't this prove his best sincerity?

I felt instantly refreshed.

The shaking gradually disappeared, and I stood up. I saw Conan, who had just fallen from the building and was nearly buried by the ceiling, being lifted by the collar by Cat Brother and pushed away the rubble and climbed out.

Sir An stood up at the same time as them, and his eyes were completely on me.

I turned my back and looked outside at the broken glass. My vision was empty. This angle was too difficult for a person with acrophobia. The wind from that height blew in and I even felt suffocated.

If it were my own body, my legs would probably be too weak to stand up by now, and I would have to sit down and move back.

But, I don’t want to meet their eyes. I don’t want to make eye contact with them.

What the hell is this!

My memory was replaced several times before, but this time I still remembered that I traveled through time. How could I find an excuse for myself out of nowhere?

Asiba.

What kind of personality is that behind here? How dare he despise me for my chuunibyou?

I'm a middle school student?!

He doesn't even look at what's in his head every day and thinks he can live forever. I think he is the one with a serious brain disease.

Wow, you're even thinking about using my hands to kill someone. I don't understand and I don't accept it.

This is outrageous. I just spoke rudely to Sir An, and I was using things I learned in philosophy in my high school political science class.

I am too embarrassed to see anyone now.

I felt like my face, ears, and even neck were all hot, but in fact, they weren't.

I must have been losing so much blood that I was about to go into shock. My whole body was cold, my face must have been turning pale, and there was blood on my forehead!

The wound is quite deep. If I change my perspective, I feel like even my little eyes in my head can see blood flowing in.

My pupils are shaking, is that okay?

What is this? I have no idea why I suddenly became like that, and now I suddenly have a clue who I am.

And I feel that I should look at the problem more rationally. I used to doubt myself and wonder what on earth I wore. Was it that little eye?

What is one body, two spirits, and three souls?

Thinking back, it is really impossible.

Look at what I have done before. I put cute little brains in the vent to let them jump around, and they had little hands and feet, and I took them out and washed them directly.

Is this science? Is this science?

It doesn't even touch the edge of science, it's just metaphysics.

Doesn't that make it clear that this brain is definitely not a product of this world? If it is not a product of this world, then it can only be my product.

I was really possessed by a demon before, and even I doubted myself - or rather, it was because of my own doubt that I directly acted as a provider of cognition and deepened the setting of the world will for Jingguang's body.

Didn't it backfire on me in the end?

It's terrible. I really doubt everything and shouldn't doubt myself.

Because I myself and the physical Keimitsu are two individuals, in principle, my cognition can deepen Keimitsu's personality, and Keimitsu's cognition can also deepen my personality.

The question is, can Jingguang really have cognition himself? Can a body alone have consciousness?

Suddenly I was confused about whether the body or the soul came first.

Real ecstasy.jpg.

Unlike the previous time travel when I traveled through time with my own body, Jingguang's body here already exists. That is to say, even if I don't exist, what Jingguang's body experiences cannot be changed.

The character I imposed on Jingguang could not contradict the facts that had already appeared before the world.

When the world is trying to trick me, it always abides by the Basic Law.

Moreover, I felt that the brain waves of other people that I could sense before seemed to have calmed down, or in other words, they were - undetectable.

A sudden change like this, just like the sudden appearance before - a change in personality?

The only thing that could suddenly change my personality is a change in my perception of extremely important people in the world. I glanced back out of the corner of my eye - it could only be these three, right?

The text message just now and the reaction under stress conditions.

I really care about what that text message just now said that could have shocked these three big guys.

Could it be that...

An idea suddenly occurred to me, and I became a little suspicious.

"Maybe there will be aftershocks later--" Akai Shuichi suddenly spoke.

But I feel that there will be no aftershocks.

This is the world of animation. The climax has already passed. There is nothing else that can happen.

So I prepared myself mentally, turned around, looked up and saw Sir An's inquiring eyes.

There was too much blood on my forehead, which kept dripping into my eyes, making my vision a little red and my eyes stinging a little, so I couldn't help but wipe my forehead with my hand.

When I raised my hands, I realized that my wrists and elbows were red and swollen, and their positions were slightly wrong.

When I jumped down in panic to pull Sir An, he was too heavy, and that pull dislocated my wrist and elbow.

Then, they shook An Sir hard and asked him to kick the glass, which caused the joint to look somewhat deformed. I could imagine that it must have been extremely painful.

But...I don't feel anything.

Not a single feeling.

When I first came here, I felt something, but now it's gone completely.

I looked up. Doesn't this mean that I am completely detached from the characters in this world?

Then why didn’t I go back? Can Jingguang come back and take care of these things by himself?

Find your own excuse!

Wait, my brain is my own, so where did the original things in Jingguang’s brain go? Where did I squeeze them into?

I calmed down and wondered whether the brain-transplant surgery was a setting I came up with or whether it existed in the original world.

It should be the latter. After all, a "confidant" from another organization has appeared, which proves that the fact exists.

So what role did I play?

I touched my chest, and it was still beating stubbornly.

"Do you know what happened to you?" someone asked me.

I have no idea.

This is Conan Edogawa standing in the middle of the triangle formed by the three of us and talking, with Shuichi Akai's cell phone in his hand.

Just now, Sir An went to rescue him in time, and his hand let go of the phone. I thought it was going to be buried under the stone slab, but I didn’t expect Conan to pick it up.

I looked at him with some coldness, with no intention of speaking.

I don't want to talk, just look at the lines I just said.

"Selfish Furuya Rei"? ——What kind of words are these? A working emperor is selfish. Am I not stabbing him in the heart?

I don't deserve to be a fan!

Ahhhh, this is too difficult.

However, I can answer the previous question.

It is not my business, but Jingguang's business, to leave traces behind every step I take so that people can follow them.

What was left in the body was heavier than I had imagined. His heartbeat stopped suddenly because it wanted to protect me, the person who was left in his body. If he hadn't done that, the metal tube inserted into his body would have been enough to kill me. But now, the heartbeat that refused to stop no matter what was responding to Sir An.

At the same time, it is also the last line of insurance, which prevents people from doing anything that goes against their body's instincts no matter what.

If this doesn't count, love!

I may not be in love, but my partner must be real!

Thinking of this, I regained a lot of my spirit and the embarrassment was washed away a lot.

"The success rate of brain transplant surgery is very low. Sanlun's experiment increased the success rate from single digits to over 90 percent after matching." Conan held the phone like a little adult, with one hand in his trouser pocket, posing coolly.

I immediately felt calm and no longer had to worry about the possibility of aftershocks.

The most important principle in the world of science is that no accidents can occur during Conan's reasoning and explanation process.

No matter how critical the situation is, no matter how urgent the moment is, as long as Conan starts reasoning, time will freeze.

At the same time, I also noticed that his persona changed this time.

From "you", to "Sanlun".

"But 90 percent is not 100 percent." Sir An continued. His throat felt like it was rubbed by sand after the violent coughing just now, but he looked unusually clear-headed. "The body's adaptability determines the success rate, so each transformation requires a long period of observation and matching."

Sir An's condition is much better than when we first met.

But at the same time, his eyes were full of scrutiny.

The scanning eyes looking at me, as if exploring something, made me feel a chill down my spine.

I licked the blood at the corner of my mouth. It tasted a bit wet and salty, but I couldn't smell any fishy smell.

But the idea of ​​adapting the body and the brain is understandable. Not everyone is like me, right?

Even blood transfusions require matching, let alone such a major surgery?

Even with the bonus of science, we still have to abide by the Basic Law. Newton was already angry to death, so we have to protect others.

"It is true. Miwa was very careful. He put a lot of effort into the matching. The individual tasks and physical examinations during that period all have traces when I think about them now." Sir An forced himself to recall that past event. When he looked back, he found many inconsistencies and regretted not noticing them at the time.

Otherwise, these things wouldn’t have happened.

Shuichi Akai paid close attention to An Sir's performance, and then naturally took over the conversation. He knew the most about the new information that followed. "But the body that was restored using the "Silver Bullet" has undergone a mutation from the root of the body. The previous data was originally going to be overturned and redone, but because of some things that have not been found out yet, the operation was carried out very hastily, which can be seen from the time."

Of course it was hasty. Miwa had an accident at that time, and the decision to transfer his brain was made in a hurry. The fact that Jingguang was able to recover was already a surprise enough for him.

So what this means is, was there something wrong with the surgery?

A gleam of light flashed in my eyes. Doesn't that mean that all my initial arrangements were in vain?

Conan noticed my obvious change, and his reasoning became smoother as he reflected the light on my lens. "Yes, now that you have come to this, you should have guessed it yourself. That operation was not successful at all!"

Although I had some guesses, when I heard this, I was still excited and my eyebrows twitched uncontrollably.

An emotion spread from my heart, gradually flowing to my limbs and bones, warming up my body which was originally a little chilly.

Without success.

I raised my hand and touched the wound that seemed to have stopped bleeding. I almost opened my skull to take a good look at my little brain.

The dragonfly was beheaded on the spot.

I can think of the people who are reading comics outside the screen. Their hearts are suddenly stopped, without a doubt.

"All the experimental reports were deleted, but some data were not cleaned up under the circumstances at the time. After the data was restored, we re-sorted it with the data in Amuro's hands and finally came to this conclusion." Shuichi Akai made no secret of his cooperation with Toru Amuro.

However, the fact that he had to cooperate with the FBI still made Sir An look sideways.

Oh oh oh oh - is this what it means to express affection through eyes?

I glanced between them, my emotions high as hell.

I'm a glutton, and I like a lot of couples!

I don’t even know what I look like in their eyes now.

"However, Madeira is extremely loyal to Miwa, and the transferred 'brain in a vat' cannot last long, so she used a prototype of technology to forcibly extract Miwa's brain signals and constructed a complete consciousness on the computer." Conan Edogawa is actually not unfamiliar with this "prototype of technology". He has had close contact with it before and even almost got it in his hands.

——If it weren’t for his power of death.

"Itakura Taku's technique." I spoke, mainly because they kept staring at me and I really felt like I would be burned by their gazes if I didn't say anything.

I'm not giving a speech, why are you looking at me without moving your eyes?

Especially Sir An, I feel like he didn’t even blink, be careful or your eyelids might get convulsions.

"You also know that the information you showed me at that time must have been seen by you. You have already checked it, but you still insisted on giving it to me." Sir An's eyes were sharp, "Did you do it unintentionally, or was it "intentional and unintentional"? "

I finally understood what they meant.

That is to say, a certain consciousness in the body subtly influences another consciousness.

According to their current speculation, Miwa's mental signals were transplanted into Jingguang's brain.

Of course, there is an essential difference between transplanting signals and transplanting brains. The latter requires technology, while the former requires not only technology but also time.

Speaking of which, the relationship of Miwa was really incestuous and complicated. The son of her original body was Miwa Kuro, and then she changed her body to a man and had Miwa Mako. In the process of raising her daughter, she changed her body to a woman again, and then used this body to give birth to a child with Miwa Kuro, and she also transplanted her consciousness into this person who was both her son and grandson.

It’s off the score. It’s off the score!

Where are the nesting dolls placed here?

But these examples provide a good comparison. No body can last as long as Jingguang's body did for eight years. This is because no matter how compatible the body is, transplanting such an important organ will cause the body to decline to a certain extent.

This is not a problem of adaptability, but a technical problem. So how can there be a breakthrough before the three-wheeled technology is innovated?

So, the brain is Jingguang's brain, but the consciousness is being suppressed by another consciousness.

Isn’t the process of changing a person’s consciousness into another kind of consciousness a process of brainwashing?

Miwa Mako was really bold. She directly took advantage of the brewery's loophole and used Rum's brainwashing technology to achieve her own goal.

Now that I think about it, the reason why Miwa Mako wanted to find the pass chip first no matter what was not because she wanted to betray him. On the contrary, she wanted to set up a final insurance for Miwa to prevent Jingguang's consciousness from breaking through the worst consequences of brainwashing.

And, the flashbacks I had on the test platform were not illusions, nor were they made up in my mind, but were real memories of Jingguang himself.

The pain of having his consciousness forcibly torn away far exceeded the limits of what his body could endure. Even Jingguang couldn't help but let out a scream.

It is physical pain, but also psychological sorrow.

Being an undercover agent requires special training, and Jingguang's will is certainly strong enough. So although the brainwashing process was smooth, it was not completely smooth.

Somewhere in the corner of his consciousness, Jingguang left himself safety devices that would be triggered during certain actions.

Even without me, Miwa might not be able to completely take over Jingguang's identity, because the safety device would subtly leave clues when Miwa himself is not aware of it.

Of course, there is another reason.

This is a comic, how can the villain win?

But under that clue... I looked up and thought of Sir An who was holding the gun before.

Sir An wants him to kill the person he thinks is the fake Jingguang himself and cut off Jingguang's last chance with his own hands?

Holy shit, isn’t this too cruel?

Does the person who came up with this plot have any heart?

Sir An was also truly shocking. From the first time we met, he never really believed in my identity and always had reservations.

I didn’t even notice it later, what a great actor this guy is.

Conan's subsequent narration also confirmed the plot I had sorted out, "When you yourself were not aware, you were deliberately guiding us to discover the truth, leaving only a small clue at each step, but as long as we follow each step, we will be able to discover it at the most appropriate time."

"And you, who came to this place, have actually realized it, right?" Conan said firmly, "You were so distant before, showing some signs that you were not like yourself. When you were at a disadvantage, you did not think of escaping, but deliberately provoked Mr. Amuro, just to let him cut off the last bit of thought. After your death, he will not have the slightest doubt. You - don't want him to be sad."

This is indeed a very logical plan. If it were Jingguang himself, this might really be the plan.

But——Sir An’s feeling is actually correct.

I am definitely not Jingmitsu, even if I were wearing this shell, I would not be Jingmitsu.

I looked down and saw Sir An’s clenched fists - Don’t shake, I am definitely not Jing Guang now.

If I think about it carefully, even a time-traveling soul like me can tell - is this a best friend?

"Before I knew about this experiment, I thought you had a case of dual personality." Conan had mentioned the topic of "which you" before. I thought he knew the truth at that time, but it turned out that he had another reasoning. "Because no matter how I reasoned and recalled, what you did in Yokohama, risking your life to save people in the hotel, I can't find a reasonable explanation. There is only one word - willingness, unprofitable willingness."

Because I am a builder and successor of socialism.

Well, I can't just stand by and watch him die, especially when I find myself being influenced by that character and becoming as cold and indifferent as a bastard.

Paper people are people too!

So this idea of ​​justice has become an important evidence for the reversal?

In principle, although my own personality is about to be lost and I am crazy about CP, although my spirit is not completely gone, it is not so easy for me to truly complete the differentiation and separate myself from Sanlun.

Because it is different from the previous world. I fell not because of other people's imagination, but because of my own doubts.

I even made the matter of time travel clear and logical, so what really broke the chain was the firm belief of others.

Sir An firmly believed that I was not Kagemitsu, and prevented the possibility of my consciousness and Kagemitsu's fusion; Conan was convinced of the existence of Kagemitsu's righteous behavior, and preserved Kagemitsu's consciousness from being swallowed up by the world's will; Akai Shuichi's calm stance completed the last step of the chain of evidence, separating Kagemitsu and Miwa, and under this condition helped me to achieve the key of differentiation and belief in myself.

Even if they know nothing, these big guys are really admirable.

Unlike me, I am either in LSP or shipping CP.

Miwa is Miwa, and Keimitsu is Keimitsu.

I - it's me.

When I looked up again, I saw their mouths still opening and closing. They must be saying something, but it sounded as if they were far away from me.

My heart beat faster and faster, and the scene in front of me became more and more blurry.

My breathing became more and more rapid and intense, but even so, I felt like I was suffocating and couldn't breathe.

All abnormalities in the body returned to normal. After losing such a large amount of blood, it is normal for the body to go into shock and for its life to be threatened.

I fell to the ground as if my body could not hold on any longer. The last thing I saw was the vague shape of An Sir's mouth.

——Hiro.