As a coser, I passed through before I finished my makeup

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

This is too happy!

I felt my ears were burning, and my whole body was trembling with excitement.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah, An sir's warm embrace, a hug of love!

It may be that Jing Guang's body does have some weight, and he directly bumped into An Sir's body, and the dust was filled between the stone slabs, which made him suddenly cough.

And coughing very violently.

I hurriedly got up from him—hey, you should read this sentence carefully, carefully.

Although there is my existence in it, I still want to say that my cp is real!

Especially up to now, Jing Guang's body is holding his breath, and his heartbeat has not completely stopped. Doesn't this prove the best sincerity?

I'm straight away feeling better physically and mentally.

The shock gradually disappeared, and I stood up. Conan, who had just fallen from the upstairs and was almost buried by the ceiling on the next floor, was pushed away by the waste rock by the collar of the cat brother and climbed out.

An sir who stood up at the same time, together with them, his eyes fell completely on me.

I turned my back and faced the glass that was broken just outside.The line of sight is empty, this angle is really embarrassing for a person with a fear of heights, the wind blowing in from a high place makes me feel suffocated.

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

However, I don't even want to meet their eyes, I don't want to meet their eyes.

What the hell is this!

The previous few times, the memory was replaced, but this time I still remember the time travel, why I found a reason for myself inexplicably.

Asiba.

What kind of ghost personality in the back, dare to despise my secondary illness?

I'm in secondary school? !

I don't even look at what I pretend to be in my mind every day, and I still live forever. I think he is the one with the serious brain disease.

Wow, I still want to use my hand to kill people directly, I don't understand, and I don't accept it.

It's outrageous, I just said something rude to Sir An just now, and I used something from the philosophy stage of the political class in middle school.

Now I have no face to see people.

I feel like my face, ears and even my neck are hot, but in fact, it shouldn't be.

I was about to lose blood to the point of shock, my whole body was cold, my face must be turning pale, and my forehead was bleeding!

The wound was a bit deep, and from another perspective, I felt that the small eyes in my brain could see blood flowing into it.

My pupils quake directly, is that all right?

What's this called? I can't figure out why I did that all of a sudden, and now I'm suddenly able to tell who I am with a quick wit.

And I feel that I should look at the problem more rationally. I doubted myself before. What did I wear to come here? Could it be that small eye?

What one body, two spirits, three souls?

Thinking about it later, it's really impossible.

Look at what I have done before, put the Q version of the brain flower in the air vent, and have small hands and feet, and I can take it out to clean it.

Is this science, is this science!

He didn't even touch the edge of Ke Xue, only metaphysics.

Doesn't that directly explain that this brain teaser is definitely not a product of this world.If it is not a product of this world, it can only be a product of me.

I was really blocked before, and even I doubted myself—or, it was because of my own doubts that I directly acted as a provider of cognition, which deepened the setting of Jingguang's body by the will of the world.

Didn't it come back to me in the end?

Absolutely, I really doubt that I shouldn't doubt anything from myself.

Because I am originally two individuals with Jing Guang in my body, so in principle, my cognition can deepen Jing Guang's character design, and Jing Guang's cognition can also deepen my character design.

The question is, does Jing Guang really have the means to have cognition? Can only the body be conscious?

Suddenly, I fell into the confusion of whether there is a body or a soul first.

Real person ecstasy.jpg.

Unlike the time travel with my own body before, here Jing Guang's body exists by itself, that is to say, even without my existence, what Jing Guang experienced in his body cannot be changed.

And the persona I put on Jing Guang must not be contrary to the facts that have appeared before the eyes of the world.

When the will of the world pitted me, I always paid attention to the Basic Law.

Moreover, I felt that other people's brain waves that I could perceive before seemed to have calmed down, or in other words-unperceivable.

Sudden changes like this, just like the sudden appearance before—a change in character design?

What can suddenly change my personality can only be a change in the cognition of people who are extremely important to the world. I looked back from the corner of my eye-it can only be the three of them, right?

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

I really care, what did the text message just mean, which can make these three big guys turn pale with fright.

Is it...

An idea suddenly came to my mind, and I was a little suspicious.

"There may be aftershocks later—" Akai Shuichi suddenly said.

But I probably feel that there will be no aftershocks in the future.

This is the anime world, the climax has already passed, so there is nothing else to do.

So I did enough mental construction, then turned around, looked up and saw Sir An's probing eyes.

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

When I raised my hand, I realized that my wrist and elbow were red and swollen, and the position was a bit wrong.

Just now when I jumped down to pull An Sir in a panic, An Sir was too heavy, and I pulled my wrist and elbow and dislocated it.

Then he shook it hard to make Sir Ann kick the glass, which caused the joints to look somewhat deformed. I can imagine that it must be super painful.

But... I don't feel it.

No feeling at all.

When I first came here, I still felt a little bit, but now I don't have it at all.

I raised my head, doesn't that mean that I am completely separated from the world's characters?

Then why didn't I go back? Can Jing Guang come back and take care of these things by himself?

Find a reason for yourself!

Wait, my brain is my own, so where did I squeeze the original things in Jing Guang's head?

Is the brain-swapping operation a setting I made myself, or is it something that existed in the original world? I calm down.

It should be the latter. After all, there are "confidants" from another organization, which means that the facts exist.

So what exactly did I do?

I touched my chest, which was still beating stubbornly.

"Do you know what the hell happened to you?" someone was asking me.

I do not know.

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

Just now Sir An went to rescue him in time, but he let go of the phone. I thought it was going to be buried under the stone slab, but Conan picked it up.

I looked at him with some cold eyes, and didn't intend to speak.

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

"Selfish Jiang Gu Zero"? ——What are these words, the working emperor is still selfish, am I stabbing him in the heart.

I don't deserve to be a fan!

Ahhhhh, it's too difficult.

However, I can answer the previous question.

Take one step, leave a flaw in one step, let people have traces to follow, it should not be my business, but Jing Guang's business.

The things left in the body were heavier than expected. The sudden cardiac arrest before was to protect me, the person who stayed in his body, because otherwise, the metal tube inserted into the body at that time would have saved enough lives; And now the heartbeat that is unwilling to stop no matter what is responding to An Sir.

At the same time, it is also leaving the last insurance, no matter what, people cannot do things that go against the instinct of the body.

If not!Calculate!like!

I don't need to fall in love, but my cp must be real!

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

"The success rate of brain transplantation is very low. Three rounds of experiments have increased the success rate from single digits to more than 90.00% after matching." Conan held his mobile phone, like a small adult, with one hand in his trouser pocket Here, show off.

I calmed down immediately, and I didn't have to think about the possibility of aftershocks.

The most important thing in the world of Ke Xue, in the process of Conan's reasoning and explanation, no accidents can occur.

No matter how dangerous the situation is, how urgent it is, as long as Conan starts reasoning, time freezes immediately.

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

From "you" to "three rounds".

"However, 90.00% is not [-]%." ​​An sir continued his words. The violent cough just now made his throat feel like sand had been worn down, but his spirit seemed very clear, "The adaptation of the body The degree of success determines the success rate, so each conversion requires long-term observation and matching."

An sir's state is much better than the feeling he just met just now.

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

Those scanning eyes looked at me, as if they were looking for something, which gave me a chill down my spine.

I licked the blood left on the corner of my mouth. It tasted wet and salty, but it didn't make me feel fishy.

However, it is understandable to adapt to the body and brain, and not everyone is like me, right?

Even blood transfusions require type matching, let alone such a large-scale operation?

Even if there is a scientific bonus, you must pay attention to the basic law. Newton is already pissed off, so you have to protect others.

"It's true that Sanlu is very cautious. He put a lot of effort into the matching, and the separate missions and physical examinations during that time can all be traced when I think about it now." Sir An forced himself to recall the past, When he looked back, he discovered many violations, so he regretted that he didn't notice it at the time.

Otherwise, there will be no such things later.

Akai Shuichi paid close attention to Sir An's performance, and then he took up the conversation very naturally. He knew the most about the new news later, "But the body restored by the "Silver Bullet" has undergone mutations from the source of the body. The previous data was originally They were all to be overturned and redone, but because of some things that have not been found out yet, the operation was carried out in a hurry, which can be seen from the time. "

Of course, he was in a hurry. Miwa suffered an accident at that time, and the decision to transfer his brain was a hasty decision. Jing Guang's recovered body had already given him enough surprises.

So what this means is, did something go wrong with that operation?

A gleam of light flashed in my eyes, doesn't that mean that my small arrangements at the beginning were not in vain!

Noticing my obvious changes, Conan's lens reflected light, and his reasoning became smoother, "Yes, speaking of this, you should have guessed it yourself, that operation was not successful at all!"

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

An emotion that spreads from the heart gradually flows to the limbs.It warmed up my already cold body.

fail.

I raised my hand to touch the wound that seemed to be no longer bleeding, and almost lifted my skull to take a good look at my little brain.

The dragonfly severed its head on the spot.

I can all think of people who read comics off-screen, who went into cardiac arrest, without a doubt.

"All the experimental reports were deleted, but some data were not cleaned up under the circumstances at that time. After recovery, we combined with the data in Amuro's hands to reorganize, and finally came to this conclusion." Hide Akai and Toru Amuro cooperated Make no secrets.

However, this kind of thing that had to cooperate with the FBI still made Sir An look sideways.

Oh oh oh oh - is this the eye contact!

I glanced between them for a moment, feeling terribly excited.

I'm an omnivore, I have a lot of CP!

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

"However, Madeira wine is extremely loyal to Sanlun, and the transferred "brain in a vat" cannot last long, so she used a prototype of technology to forcibly extract the brain signals of Sanlun, and constructed it on a computer. Out of a complete consciousness. "Edogawa Conan is actually no stranger to this "prototype of technology". He has had close contact with it, and even almost got it.

——If it wasn't for his power of death.

"Itakura Taku's technique." I opened my mouth, mainly because they kept staring at me, and I really felt that if I didn't speak, my eyes would burn.

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

Especially An sir, I don't think he even blinked his eyes, be careful for a while for blepharospasm.

"As expected, you also know that you must have read all the materials you showed me at that time. You have already checked it, but you still insisted on giving it to me." Sir An sharpened his eyes, "You didn't mean to , or "intentionally or unintentionally"? "

I finally understood what they meant.

That is to say, one consciousness in the body is subtly influencing another consciousness.

According to their current guess, the three rounds of mental signals were transplanted into Jing Guang'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 between the man in Miwa before was really incest-like and complicated. The son who originally had a body was Miwa black, and then he changed the body of a man to have Mako Miwa. In the process of raising his daughter, he changed again. The woman's body, and then used this body to have a child with Sanwahei, and he himself transplanted it into this person who is also a son and a grandson.

It's outrageous, it's outrageous!

What about the matryoshka here?

But with these examples, it is easy to compare. No body can last as long as Jingguang’s body lasts for eight years, because no matter how well-fitted it is, such an important organ transplantation will cause the body to decline to a certain extent.

This is not a question of fit, but a technical question, so how can there be a breakthrough before the technology of the three rounds has not been innovated?

Therefore, the brain is Jing Guang's brain, but the consciousness is being suppressed by another consciousness.

And the process of changing one's consciousness into another kind of consciousness is not the process of brainwashing?

Miwa Mako is really bold, directly taking advantage of the distillery's loopholes, using Rum's brainwashing technology to achieve her own goals.

Now that I think about it, Sanwa Mako wants to find the access chip first anyway, not because she wants to betray, on the contrary, she wants to set up the final insurance for Sanwa to prevent the worst consequences of Jingguang's consciousness breaking through brainwashing .

And, the flashback memory on the test bench at that time was really not an illusion, nor was it my imagination, but a real one, Jing Guang's own memory.

The pain of being forcibly stripped of consciousness far exceeds the limit that the body can bear.Even Jing Guang couldn't restrain the scream.

It is physical pain, but also psychological mourning.

To be an undercover agent requires special training, and Jing Guang's own will is of course strong enough.So although the brainwashing process went smoothly, it was not completely smooth.

In a certain corner of his consciousness, Jing Guang left himself with safety devices that would be triggered during certain actions.

Even without my existence, Sanlu might not be able to fully occupy Jing Guang's identity, because the safety device will subtly leave clues when Sanlu doesn't even notice.

Of course, there is another reason because——

This is a comic, how could the villain win!

It's just that under that kind of clue... I looked up and thought of Sir An who was holding a gun before.

Want Sir An to personally kill the fake Jing Guang he thought, and cut off Jing Guang's last chance with his own hands?

Fuck, this is too cruel, right?

Did the person who came up with this plot really have a heart?

An sir is also really shocking. From the first meeting, he has never really believed my identity and has always kept reservations.

I didn't notice it later, this acting king is really good.

Conan's later narration also supports the plot I smoothed out, "When you don't realize it yourself, you are deliberately leading us to discover the truth, leaving only a small clue at each step, but as long as each step is If you keep up with it, you will find out when it suits you the most.”

"And you, when you came to this place, you have already realized it, right?" Conan said firmly, "Before, you were indifferent, showing some traces that were not like yourself. When you were at a disadvantage, you didn't think about escaping, but deliberately stimulated you. Mr. Amuro, just to let him cut off his last thoughts, he will not have the slightest doubt after you die. You—— don't want him to be sad. "

This, this is indeed logical. If it was Jing Guang himself, maybe it was really the plan.

But—an sir's own feeling is actually right.

I am indeed not Jing Guang, even if I wear this cover, I am not Jing Guang.

When I looked down, I saw Sir An's clenched fist—don't waver, I'm really not Jing Guang now.

Thinking about it carefully, even my time-traveling soul can tell the difference—is this a true friend?

"Before I knew about this experiment, I thought you would be a case of dual personality." Conan also mentioned the topic of "which you" before. I thought he had already known the truth, but there was another reasoning, " Because no matter how I think about it, I can’t find a reasonable explanation for what you did in Yokohama, saving your life in the hotel. There is only one word—willing, unprofitable will.”

Because I am the builder and successor of socialism.

Then I can't just ignore it, especially when I find that I am influenced by that character, and I am as indifferent as someone else.

Paper people are people too!

So has this thought of justice become an important evidence of a comeback?

In principle, my own personality is almost gone and I am crazy about cp. Although my spirit is not completely disappeared, it is not so simple for me to truly complete the differentiation and separate myself from the three rounds.

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

I even made it clear about time travel, so what really breaks this chain is the firm belief of other people.

Sir An firmly believes that I am not Jing Guang, which prevents me from merging with Jing Guang's consciousness; Conan is convinced of the existence of Jing Guang's righteous behavior, which protects Jing Guang's consciousness from being swallowed up by the will of the world; Akai Shuichi's calmness Standing, completed the last step of the chain of evidence, separated Jingguang from Sanlun, and under this condition helped me achieve the key to differentiation and belief in myself.

Even if they don't know anything, these big guys are really admirable.

Unlike me, I'm either in LSP, or I'm on cp.

Three rounds are three rounds, and Jingguang is Jingguang.

I am me.

Looking up again, I saw that they were still opening and closing their mouths. They should still be talking about something, but the hearing seemed to be far away from me.

The beating of the heart became more and more violent, and the picture in front of him became more and more blurred.

My breathing became more and more rapid and intense, but even so, I seemed to have a feeling of suffocation.

All the abnormalities in the body have returned to normal. After losing such a large amount of blood, shock is a normal thing, and life-threatening is a normal thing.

As if my body couldn't support me, I fell to my knees on the ground, and the last picture I saw in front of me was An Sir's vague mouth shape.

—Hiro.