I'm not Yingjie

Chapter 104: Appointment

"..."

"..."

Mebius could probably guess what Lin would say next. She would probably start with "What's the matter?" and then when he couldn't say anything, he would order her to leave, or simply ignore her and leave her aside.

She suddenly realized that she actually knew Lin very well, just as he actually knew her very well.

After all, according to the time they knew each other, she was actually the first one among the few people Lin knew who were close to him.

"What's the matter?" Lin put down his pen, crumpled up the paper and threw it into the trash can.

However, the paper ball was not thrown in, and the force and direction were not controlled, causing it to bounce off the outer frame of the trash can and fall to the ground.

Lin didn't say anything. He stood up, picked up the paper ball and threw it into the trash can.

Mebius looked at him with a nonchalant expression. Although he looked almost like an ordinary person, it could be seen from his previous action that the side effects of the super transformation surgery were still affecting him.

Just as Mebius said to Mei, if it were an ordinary person, they would not be able to bear the side effects of Lin. The physical discomfort was only a minor matter, and the psychological trauma was enough to change a person's mind.

But this man's tenacity was beyond her imagination. After going through all that, he was still able to calm down and adapt and practice...

It's really, really annoying.

"Why can't you come if there's nothing else?" She said this out of the blue, her tone as sharp as a knife, paying attention to Lin's reaction.

"If it's about an experiment, I can do it now..."

Mebius interrupted him impatiently: "It has nothing to do with you. You are just a failed experiment. Why should we study you instead of the successful cases?"

"..."

"But it is still necessary to collect information on postoperative adaptation. Do you feel anything unusual? For example, do you see parallel universes or hear some inexplicable words like before? Do you still see them?" Mebius still found a topic.

"No."

Since that day, Lin has not heard any strange words or seen any strange scenes, and he will sleep until dawn once he closes his eyes.

But more than that, he couldn't sleep.

As soon as he closed his eyes, his body, which had no sense of touch, would fall into a state where he couldn't even tell whether he was awake or not. So Lin could only close his eyes and fall asleep after his body felt tired enough to faint.

"That's good. Did you take the medicine I gave you on time?" After asking the question, Mebius didn't want to hear Lin's answer. Instead, he took out a medicine bottle from his white coat and put it on the table. "From now on, take one pill every day before going to bed."

"……it is good."

Lin took the medicine bottle and took a look at the words on it, wanting to know the ingredients, but unfortunately Mebius did not mark it, as if he knew from the beginning that Lin would care about the ingredients.

"Your situation is rather special. According to expectations, if the super-transformation surgery fails, there are generally only two situations." Mebius said the piercing words in a light tone, "Death or a life worse than death."

"..."

"Don't get me wrong. Your current situation cannot be considered a life worse than death. If a person who has undergone a failed super-transformation operation does not die, he or she will generally be devoured by a large amount of Honkai energy and super-transformation factors and become a Honkai beast. However, that did not happen to you. You only experienced side effects."

After briefly explaining the conclusions he had drawn after a few days of research, Mebius said indifferently, "Even if other people don't care about your situation as a failure, I am still somewhat interested in your situation. I asked Mei to cancel all your missions. Consider other missions after you are able to adapt to your current situation."

"……I see."

"Tsk."

I get it, I get it, I get it.

Can't he change his style? He always says he knows, looks one way, sounds one way, but never does what he says.

It's really infuriating.

But Mebius still endured it. She hated Lin's attitude, but she hated her own unreasonable resentment even more.

"Is there anything else?" As expected, Lin wanted to order them to leave, but Mebius was stuck. She couldn't think of anything else to say.

"..."

"…If you have nothing else to do, go ahead. I'll come to the lab tomorrow."

Lin lowered his head, took out another piece of paper, and clenched the pen with trembling hands.

Mebius stared at his clenched white fingers and let out a cold breath.

"Do you remember what you said before?"

"..."

Lin raised his head in confusion, as if questioning Mebius with his eyes.

"Oh, you really forgot." Mobius sneered, "Didn't you say you could cook the cuisine of fourteen countries? How come you've run out of tricks after eating so little? Are you trying to get away with it?"

"…I have no sense of taste right now."

The corner of Mebius's eye twitched, but she quickly suppressed the inexplicable feeling and continued indifferently: "No sense of taste is your excuse? I remember you said before that everything you have belongs to me, so you shouldn't have an excuse to refuse."

"..."

Lin didn't understand why Mebius forced him to cook. Now that he had lost his sense of taste and touch, he couldn't be sure how much seasoning he would add, he couldn't hold the knife tightly when cutting vegetables, and he couldn't even use color to judge whether certain dishes were cooked.

Maybe he had never been proud of his cooking skills, but now, he couldn't cook anything.

Just like something is lost from the heart.

"Now, go to the kitchen and cook. From today on, I must have a meal at noon and at night." Mebius ordered mercilessly, "Also, don't think you can deal with me casually just because you have lost your sense of taste. My tongue is still fine."

"..."

There was no other choice, so Lin had to put down his pen and paper and go to the kitchen.

And Mebius followed him all the way to the kitchen. Lin glanced at her and said nothing.

She watched Lin open the refrigerator, take out some meat and vegetables, and put them on the chopping board. Then he hesitated when he took the knife, and then held the handle with shaking hands.

"…Sorry, can you help me hold the food?" He turned and said to Mebius.

If you can't control both hands, what you cut out will just be a mess.

"Tsk, that's really troublesome."

Mebius frowned, but didn't say much. He walked forward and helped him hold down the dish.

"Watch your hands, I..."

Lin was afraid of cutting Mebius's hand, but Mebius interrupted directly: "Stop talking nonsense, cut yours."

So, after taking another look at the sullen-faced Mobius, Lin began to cut the vegetables carefully.

Chapter 105: Respective Changes

You can tell a person's mental state by looking at his eyes.

While helping Lin cook, Mebius quietly observed his expression. Maybe he didn't need to wear a helmet because he was a person without any expression, but his eyes might have really changed.

Mebius had never seen Lin's eyes before, so she couldn't make a comparison, but these eyes were like ice, and she thought that they were not the look that Lin would show when he was trying hard to change himself some time ago.

Her eyes moved and fell on Lin's hand that was cutting vegetables carefully and slowly. She asked casually, "You said before that you wanted to visit the home of the killer named Ying, right?"

"..." Lin stopped cutting vegetables and glanced at the back of Mebius' head, "...I probably won't go."

"why?"

"…There is no time, and no need."

"do you want to go?"

"Do not want to."

Lin brushed off the crumbs from the kitchen knife and put them aside, then started a fire and boiled some water. He didn't need Mebius' help with this step.

He did all this in a businesslike manner.

……

"Destobia, are you okay?"

"..."

Kosmo never thought that he would be the one to comfort others.

Destobia stood in the cemetery. There was no sorrow on her face, but Kosmo could feel her sorrow surging like a tide, drowning his ankles.

She came here wanting to see a name.

But that name will not be engraved on the monument of this victim.

Because the Fire Moth cannot compare the Herrscher with other victims.

"Kosmo, did the captain do anything wrong?" Desdobia clenched her fists and stood in front of these names with her head down. In the past, when she stood here, she would feel the heaviness brought by these names, but now, she only felt that there was an emptiness in her heart.

"...Destobia, this is not something we can control."

Desdobia was in the 19th Australian branch at the time and witnessed the destruction of a city with her own eyes. The culprit was her beloved captain.

"Why must this happen to the captain?" She sobbed with tears in her eyes and suppressed her voice, as if there was an unextinguishable fire burning in her chest, "Why must humans experience this kind of thing?"

"..."

Kosmo stood quietly behind her. He knew that he was not good at expressing himself, so it would be better to let her vent for a while.

Kosmo also remembered the girl who would eat instant noodles with him in the middle of the night. She was like a bubble that flashed by in his life. Before he could come to his senses, before he even knew whether she was a friend or not, she easily disappeared.

Outside the door was a bustle that was completely different from the quiet cemetery. They were excitedly discussing humanity's victory and shouting that humanity had won.

Did humans win?

Kosmo looked at the cemetery filled with the names of the deceased, and Desdobia standing in front of the cemetery and sobbing.

Did humans... win?

……

Hua wiped the dust off the photo frame and stared silently at the shy herself in the glass frame, Lin wrapped in bandages and sitting in a wheelchair, the girl with dyed hair secretly glancing at Lin, and the red-haired woman who was carelessly hooking her hands.

She didn't know what kind of profound speech she could give to express her feelings.

She only knew that she actually missed the past very much.

Whether it was the student days in Canghai City when I could chat with my father on the phone and go out to eat wonton noodles with friends, or the time as a rookie standing behind Lin and Himiko and being protected by them, they are all extremely clear in my memory.

Only at this moment and in this place did she realize that people can only rely on memories to mourn the past.

"Hua, what's wrong?"

Imer picked up a pile of beer cans and asked when he saw Hua lying motionless.

"No... nothing." Hua put away the photo frame, "Thank you, Imer, for helping me pack up Captain Himiko's things."

"Don't thank me. Captain Himiko often takes care of me." Yimer's temperament is similar to Lin's. In most situations, he can think calmly and quickly adjust his mentality. "Hua, what are your plans for the future?"

"...Later?" Hua remembered that he had said he wanted to travel after the Honkai Impact 3rd.

"Well, I plan to get more involved in intelligence analysis in the future. There is still too little information about Honkai. Many sacrifices are due to inaccurate intelligence. And even aliens exist. In the future, humans may not only face the threat of Honkai. Intelligence should be put first."

Hua subconsciously placed her hand on the photo frame, and the cold touch made her pause for two seconds.

After humanity defeats Honkai, isn't that still the end?

So, the "future" that Captain Himiko is looking forward to, the "future" that Captain Lin told her to choose... does it really exist?

"I want... to know the answer." She murmured in an almost undetectable voice.

She wanted to ask about the deceased Himiko, no... the Seventh Herrscher.

……

"You are the hero of this massive collapse. Are you really not going to go to the party and toast?"

"..."

It was raining heavily, and he could hear the sound of the metal roof above his head being wetted by rain. Facing heavy rain in this rainy season was a regular daily routine, and those trickles of water would gather into a cluster from the outer edge and eventually flow into the sea.

Kevin heard it all, even if he didn't want to hear it.

He stood in the center of the gym, the biting cold spreading from the soles of his feet to the floor. The low temperature, which could only be resisted by winter clothes made of special materials, was spreading to the surroundings when he was not paying attention.

It's like standing in another lonely world, with no one standing in front of him and no one standing behind him.

Kevin lowered his head and glanced at the frozen white ground beneath his feet. He took a deep breath, controlled the coldness in his body, and turned to look at Mei who was standing at the door.