"So here's the question, who exactly am I?"
Black Cocoon tilted its head, and the restraint belt, following its thoughts, carelessly wrote words on the canvas:
He lowered his eyes.
As his thoughts progressed, ssy scribbles continued to appear on the blank board, like a distracted student doodling absentmindedly on a desk.
The restraint belt held the brush.
The words kept multiplying on the canvas, finally piling up in chaos.
"Honestly..."
"I'm almost forgetting who I am..."
"Who am I really."
"My na is Ji Minghuan."
"I'm not a primary school student, I never went to school. I like reading. I have very few friends. I don't have any family, not a single one. They abandoned to protect my brother."
"The kids in the orphanage disliked at first, they all called a bookworm, they threw library books at ."
"I've always wanted a family."
"If possible, I would like to have parents with . If possible, I would like to have an older brother, an older sister; if possible, I'd like to have a younger sister, a younger brother."
"Everything I want, you all have it here, I'm very happy here, everyone surrounds .
"I'm finally not alone anymore."
"I'm very happy here, but one day I suddenly realized, I'm actually not Gu Wenyu, but you all made it seem like I was the real Gu Wenyu, I almost fell for it."
"I feel disgusted."
"So disgusted... that it makes ... want to tear myself... in half."
"Are you watching write? So here's the question, who can I be honest with? What's the point of continuing to act like this?"
"If one day, I just quietly die like this, die in the institute, and then Gu Wenyu will beco a fool, or he will disappear from the world, as if he never existed... will anyone rember at that ti, will anyone rember the person Ji Minghuan?"
"If Gu Wenyu dies, soone will hold a funeral for him, but what about Ji Minghuan?"
"It's not you rember..."
"It's not you rember, you rember a person who shouldn't exist... I'm just playing him, everything I get from you is fake."
"12 years old, loves reading, just a kid. Everyone says he will destroy the world, but he only wants to read quietly with his only good friend."
"16 years old, high school student, he has a very good family."
"19 years old, robber, traitor, the robber who made that girl cry."
"20 years old, has a childhood human friend, but I am a demon."
"Xia Pingzhou, 12 years old, high school student, Ji Minghuan, 16 years old, robber..."
Gu Qiye, Gu Zhuo Case, and Su Zimai all stared blankly at the word-filled board.
Black Cocoon said nothing, wrapping itself into a pitch-black giant cocoon, not allowing anyone to see its expression. Only strips of restraint belt holding the canvas and brush were exposed.
He just frantically used the restraint belt to write on the canvas, wipe, write, wipe, write.
"Actually, I'm about to forget who I am."
"I'm just lying to myself... I have no family, you all don't care about at all. From the start, you never cared about , only cared about the person I'm playing."
"In fact, no one would care about ."
"You're not my family at all."
"I'm just a kid, why do I have to think so much, but... if I don't think about it, don't rack my brains to think, everything will disappear."
In the pitch-black giant cocoon, Black Cocoon's eyes and mouth were shrouded by layers of restraint belt, it slightly opened its mouth toward the sky, as if silently screaming.
Outside the giant cocoon, the restraint belt held the brush and painted ssily, random texts kept appearing on the canvas.
"Do I have to apologize to you all?"
"Then what should I say?"
"Actually, Gu Wenyu never existed from the start."
"I've already killed him."
"What should I say to this boy I killed, say I took your life, took your family, took everything from you..."
"Do I have to say to you, 'Sorry, I killed your family, he was fake from the start'?"
"Or should I tell him... 'Thank you, for letting know what it feels like to have a family'?"
"I'm really tired... I've always been tired."
"I..."
Black Cocoon was stunned for a mont.
"I..."
Inside the lightless giant cocoon, Black Cocoon gently lowered its head, repeating the sa word.
Outside the giant cocoon, the sa words appeared on the canvas.
"I am..."
Unfurled before the three, the canvas, the restraint belt, the brush, and the words all frantically bounced together.
"If I am... Ji Minghuan."
"Will you be by my side?"
The pitch-black giant cocoon trembled, the canvas trembled along with it, the words drawn by the restraint belt trembled.
"If I am just myself."
"You all."
"Will you still be by my side?"
"If I am just... Ji Minghuan, I am not Gu Wenyu, nor Xia Pingzhou, nor Yaguba... I am only what Ayase Origami says to not die, what Xia Ping Entrusts to let Wei at hand."
The chaotic words on the board danced, like virus-infected programs, or garbled texts.
It constantly propagated, as if endlessly extending backward.
"The Xia Pingzhou case, I'm Ji Minghuan, it's not Wei Ren, am I your family, Cezar, I'm really not a Shark, wa wa wa don't cry Su Zimai El Rewa wa wa I'm not a big fluttering moth e ah Ji Minghuan Yaguba文案委为啊 小年不要走绫濑你不要走不是你的家人额外家人假的家人的真的家人..."
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