Zongman: Kulaixiku, resurrection!

Chapter 256 Becoming Human (Part 1)

The lighting was restored and the performance hall was bright again. Kashiwa Sanhui was still leaning back in his chair casually, looking relaxed, as if the performance was still going on.

Hai Ling has left, and the workers have also left. Anyway, there are no performances planned for the next two days, so I will pack up the props when I go to work tomorrow.

All in all, now the only people and puppets left in the huge performance hall are people and puppets.

Baihe Sanhui let out a long sigh and mentally prepared himself. This was his first time doing this kind of psychological counseling work seriously, and he was inexplicably nervous...

It’s better to ask yourself why there are always so many problem girls around you?

My personality, words and actions are all normal, so there's no way I can say there's any attraction between Stand users.

Five people who clearly love to argue but just get along with each other, a bassist who lacks love and therefore feels like a mother, but is full of tricks and seems very childish, a keyboardist who is always thinking about running away but is too obsessed with face and is therefore extremely twisted, and now there is a guitarist whose left and right brains are fighting each other and his personality is fighting...

Playing musical instruments is a profession with a high incidence of mental illness.

……

A corner that no one cares about.

Xiangzi's face was somewhat frozen. Although it couldn't be seen under the mask, Xiao Mu knew that half of his body was definitely in a bad mood just by looking at Xiangzi's eyes.

I was beaten badly by Xiaomu in Street Fighter. I feel really sorry for not letting Master Muzimi use his full strength.

"Xiao Mu... didn't you say you don't know how to play?"

Xiangzi put down the handle with some difficulty, his little face flushed red. He had a thousand curse words in his heart but couldn't say them to Xiaomu, so he could only ask reluctantly.

"I haven't played much. I've played with Mortis."

Seeing that Xiangzi had no intention of continuing to fight, Mu simply put down the controller along with Xiangzi, and lay down lazily in Xiangzi's arms, closing his eyes and silently feeling the clean grass scent emanating from Xiangzi's body.

I seem to have smelled this smell on the doctor before. It feels very bland. The doctor doesn't like to use scented laundry detergent. There seems to be only laundry soap and baking soda in the bathroom, but clothes are often hung out to dry, and the balcony is often full of clothes.

"And Mortis...isn't Mortis the bad guy who bullied Xiao Mu?"

Xiangzi suddenly felt that his all-night battles these days had suddenly lost their meaning. Since this game was just a personal hobby of Xiaomu and Mortis, would it be redundant for me to let Xiaomu out?

"Not a bad person," Xiao Mu tilted his head and buried his face in Xiangzi's thighs in ecstasy. This level of knee pillow was still too advanced, but Xiangzi definitely had no objection. "Mortis was a good child... now she's a bad child."

Xiangzi's brain was a little insufficient, so he could only think from another direction: "Does Xiaomu often lock up Mortis?"

"Ah."

After all, people are different from shadows. Xiangzi could not feel Mu's breath or body temperature. The temperature felt by his arm, which was actively held by Mu's little hand, was almost the same as other things, cold and soft, like water.

It's really a little fun between personalities, isn't it? Isn't it too much?

Feeling that Xiangzi seemed a little bit unbelievable, Xiao Mu subconsciously stiffened his thigh muscles. He felt a little uncomfortable in his head and slowly sat up. He tilted his head and thought for a while, then looked into Xiangzi's eyes and slowly explained:

"Actually... Xiao Mu was also imprisoned for a long time, but Saki-chan released him... Thank you."

"Uh... something convenient?"

It wasn't a coincidence. In fact, even Xiangzi himself couldn't remember what he had done to make Xiaomu become like this. He just didn't know how to answer at the moment, so he responded like this.

It seems that it's not just Xiaomu. In fact, my own personality has changed a lot. If I were still in the Toyokawa family before, I would definitely not be able to say such interesting and down-to-earth words.

When I think about it carefully, I feel like a petty and vain citizen every day. The dignified and elegant demeanor of a young lady has completely disappeared.

Is that a good thing...? After all, doctors do the same thing every day. It's actually quite endearing to see a doctor grumbling and calculating on the computer every day.

(Dodge still doesn't support people as much as Maybach.)

"Hmm... but Mortis is also very powerful." Unexpectedly, Xiao Mu didn't dwell on this issue too much, but instead talked about Mortis. His beautiful but lifeless eyes stared straight at Xiangzi, as if they could penetrate the mask and skin and reach his heart. "Mortis is a bad kid, but Xiao Mu needs Mortis's help."

"But Mortis messed up a lot of things. Deng and Su Shi were very sad. Crychic was also rejected by Mortis, and..."

Xiao Mu shook his head, interrupted Xiangzi, and said seriously: "It's okay... Xiao Mu forgives Mortis, Mortis is a good child."

"Saki-chan, don't bully Mortis... I like Mortis very much, and the doctor likes her too... The doctor likes her too!"

What's the point of repeating a sentence twice... Does it mean two things?

No matter who likes who among these three personal pronouns, I like the doctor and the doctor likes me, and as long as the other Xiaomu is happy, that's all.

Letting Xiaomu lie on his thighs, Xiangzi gently rubbed Xiaomu's temples, listening to Xiaomu's comfortable hums, thinking about making up for some of the companionship and care he owed.

This should be considered "atonement", right?

Although it was useless, looking at Xiao Mu's cheerful expression, even if I couldn't regain control of Xiao Mu's body, at least I could feel a little more at ease...

……

Mortis is a bad boy...

Mortis is a bad boy...

In the dim coffin, only the light coming through the cracks barely gave the doll a glimmer of comfort, and only the sculpture of Christ suffering on the cross carved inside could be barely seen, as if it were reborn under the influence of smoke and the Tyndall effect.

"Is it a god... Is it a god? Mortis is guilty, please..."

Perhaps in Mortis's eyes, the wooden sculpture of Christ really came to life? Although it was essentially just a special visual effect caused by some physical and chemical phenomena... How absurd.

What was even more absurd was that the coffin was knocked twice gently, as if the gods were really knocking on the door to visit Mortis, the dead man who believed himself to be guilty.

"ah!"

As the saying goes, Ye Gong loves dragons very much. Now the god seems to have really come to visit her, but Mortis was subconsciously afraid. Her breathing became rapid, her pupils dilated, her face pale, her muscles tensed, and her back pressed tightly against the inside of the coffin. Her two hands wrapped in gauze, faintly stained with yellow and red, waved around wildly, completely in resistance.

A tear of gleam escaped from the corner of Mortis's eyes. It was not known whether it was because of fear or because her injured hand had hit something, causing the scabbed wound to split open and bleed. The fruits of the platelets' hard work day and night were destroyed in an instant.

then……

Then there was no movement, as if it was just a somewhat funny illusion.

"who is it?"

There was no response, and Mortis seemed to be still the poor little thing that no one cared about.

The long-term insomnia caused by metabolic disorders made Mortis extremely nervous. Coupled with her almost defenseless immune system and the increasingly cold weather, her already weak body could no longer withstand any stress - both physically and mentally.

"Everyone please respond to Mortis as soon as possible!"

"God or devil, I'll do anything you ask of me...as long as I can get Xiao Mu's forgiveness..."

"As long as I can help Xiao Mu... wuwu, as long as I can atone for Mortis's sins..."

"Anyone is fine..."

Mortis was hysterical and started crying on her own.

The being outside the coffin coughed, knocked on the coffin lid again, and did not remain silent, but a low voice sounded.

"Although I still have to say that gods don't actually exist—but I can help you, Miss Mortis. Gods are not as powerful as I am."