Go back? There's no going back.

The more I think about it, the worse I feel.

The more I think about it, the worse it gets.

At this moment, the emotion called irritability was visibly piling up in Eve's mind.

"Let's postpone this cooperation for now."

After a moment of silence, she raised her hand to press her forehead, took a deep breath, and as if she had made some kind of decision, she looked back at the silver-haired woman in front of her: "I have something else to deal with now."

"……what?"

After she finished speaking, the silver-haired woman's expression was visibly stunned under Eve's expressionless gaze.

***

A few minutes later.

Outside the first venue, temporary hotel, fourth floor.

Slowly walking to the end of the corridor, Eve took out the room card and swiped it on the door number, then pushed the door open and walked in.

This was the temporary residence she rented when she sent a kid over this morning.

After all, the auditions and finals of the Spark Project will not be completed within one day.

Unlike the candidates who were assigned rooms in the venue, she, a nominal "mentor" for the candidates, could only rent a place nearby.

However, this is not the point now.

Eve closed the door behind her, took a deep breath, and the shadow beneath her suddenly spread.

Then, a golden fruit emerged from the shadows, rising little by little, and finally hovering in front of her.

This is...the fruit of a clear mind.

At this moment, Eve was silent for a long time, quietly looking at the fruit in front of her that had become like Pandora's box.

Her mind kept reminding her that this thing... was not suitable for her to touch at her current moment.

But in the end, as the face of a certain little devil appeared in her mind again, the expression on Eve's face suddenly turned cold.

The next moment, she raised her hand and reached out to the fruit in front of her little by little——

Chapter 66: Mom’s memory, revived!

in the room.

Eve's fingertips were getting closer and closer to the golden fruit in front of her.

Although it looks like a fruit-shaped object, there is no doubt that in essence, it is a dangerous object that gathers the obsessions of countless undead spirits and is not meant to be eaten.

However, according to Eve's theory, if someone could eat this fruit and completely digest it in the future, their mental power... would skyrocket to a very astonishing level.

But alas, Eve wasn't planning on being that person.

At least not now.

After all, she had specifically isolated these death words through "Ming Xin" in order to not be affected by these things in the future.

This time, the reason why she summoned this fruit was simply because... she wanted to find something she had "lost" in it.

Soon, the distance between the two gradually shortened to within a few centimeters.

It was at this time that Eve's expression changed slightly.

Because at this moment, she, who had not yet officially touched the "Enlightenment" fruit, had already heard hysterical voices in her mind that did not belong to her.

Those were the obsessions of the dead who had been killed and enslaved by her and who had resisted with all their strength at the last moment.

There is no doubt that if there is no "clear mind", no matter how determined a person is, he will probably be infected and assimilated by these countless dead words bit by bit in the end.

——Don’t touch it, it’s dangerous.

Stop now...it's still not too late.

At this moment, rationality seemed to return to Eve's mind briefly, making her want to retreat again.

But the next second, thinking of that strange and calm face of a certain little kid again, and thinking of what the other person had said to her not long ago, Eve took a deep breath, and her hand, which had been suspended in mid-air and hesitant... suddenly reached forward!

He just grabbed the fruit.

In an instant, the vision became blurred, the scenery in front of her eyes suddenly changed, and countless roars and screams exploded in Eve's mind!

All kinds of emotions began to attack her spirit, trying to erode and infect her soul.

Even though she was still in a lucid state, Eve still felt as if she had turned into a lone boat in the ocean of consciousness, with strong winds and heavy rains blowing all around her, and she could be overturned and broken apart at any time.

The mental shock accumulated by countless undead souls is simply too overwhelming.

Eve pursed her lips tightly, closed her eyes, and tried to calm her mind, trying to find what she wanted among these sounds.

There are many distracting thoughts in the fruit. If she uses the most basic searching method, she doesn’t know when she will be able to find it.

But fortunately, what she was looking for this time were the emotions she had experienced when she adopted a little kid.

That was the proof of her existence as the mother of some little kid, something that was related to her.

In fact, at this moment, after touching the fruit, she already felt a connection in the dark.

As long as you search in a targeted manner based on the connections, it will be much easier.

But, as time goes by little by little.

The hand holding the fruit was shaking more and more obviously, and Eve, who had kept her eyes closed, gradually frowned.

……found it.

Traveling through this ocean of consciousness, enduring the intrusion of numerous distracting thoughts along the way, she has reached the destination following that mysterious connection.

But in the end, what she found... was a little different from what she was looking for in the beginning.

It wasn't an emotion, it was a memory.

A passage processed by "Pure Soul"...without any emotions, but more like a transparent ball of light like a narrative essay.

'……ha?'

Why... would it be a processed memory?

Vaguely feeling that something was wrong, Eve's brows furrowed deeper and deeper. After a moment of silence, she reached out her hand and grabbed the floating ball of light.

She wanted to see what this memory was all about.

In an instant, the scenery in front of Eve changed.

The ball of memory light was turned over, and "she" suddenly came to a dilapidated street.

Suddenly, the sound of a baby crying was heard in the ears. The owner of the memory turned his head and looked to the side of the street.

There, a baby was swaddled tightly in a cradle.

Seeing this scene, Eve was slightly stunned, and immediately realized that the owner of this memory... was herself.

And that baby was, without a doubt, a little kid that she took in later.

Realizing this, Eve suddenly felt confused.

Originally, her past memories had become chaotic because she had devoured and enslaved too many undead spirits.

It was so chaotic that even his own child's name and appearance were confused with other things.

She originally thought that the memories of her time with the little kid would never come back, but now... she gained something in an unexpected place.

However, the only flaw is probably these memories... For some reason, she processed them when she backed them up at the time, and they became bland and boring.

As she flipped through these memories, her emotions did not fluctuate at all, and she did not have the slightest sense of being there.

At this moment, the scene in my memory flashes again.

The order in which this memory is recorded seems to be a little disordered, and it is not recorded along the normal timeline.

The second scene is set in a messy room.

"I'm sorry... for troubling you. I really like this gift."

In front of Eve at that time was a little kid who looked about five or six years old.

At this moment, the little ghost looked embarrassed, holding an amulet in his hand, which had not even been opened from the cheap packaging bag, and looked at "her" cautiously.

"I say, generally speaking, when you receive a gift from someone, saying 'thank you' will make them happier than saying sorry, right?"

Eve in the memory opened her mouth and glared down at the uneasy kid in front of her: "Strange... Have I spent too little time at home recently? Why do I feel like you're getting more shy and timid as you grow older?"

"What are you afraid of? Can I eat you?"

"Feel sorry……"

"Apologizing again."

"Sorry……"

"Still apologizing!"

"…Forget it. I won't go out for the time being. I want to see what's wrong with you, little brat."

The scene changed again as the owner of the memory whispered more and more unhappily.

By the third act, even though she was watching a pure narrative memory without any emotion from the people involved, Eve still subconsciously held her breath.

Because, at this moment, the little ghost in the picture was holding her wrist tightly.

The little kid in this scene looks a little older than in the previous scene, and seems to be about seven or eight years old.

The little boy's face no longer showed the shy and cowardly reaction he once had, but instead was full of worry.

"Are you...really going out this time?"

He looked up at her in his memory quietly, as if he had noticed something, and asked this.

"Huh? Of course I'll be back."

Hearing this, the owner of the memory blinked and said in a calm tone, "Stay at home and be quiet, you hear me? Because you, little brat, have been clinging to me all the time, I have been delayed for almost two years in my work outside. I can't put it off any longer."

"Well, I remind you every day not to be too decadent..."

Listening to the memory owner's complaints, the little ghost, who looked rather pleasant, curled his lips and muttered softly: "It's obvious that you have been staying at home since you came back that day, sticking to me every day to accompany you in playing with things and wasting your life..."

"Huh? Did you just say that?"

“…Nothing.”

Memory turns again, scene four.

In front of a rusty iron gate, the owner of memory... seemed to be saying goodbye to the little ghost standing by the door.

"When I'm not around, keep the door closed and ignore strangers knocking on the door."

As he said this, the memory owner warned: "This afternoon, I will let another aunt come to take care of you. Of course... this is temporary. You have to listen to her and wait for me to come back. Got it?"

"Ah."

The boy nodded silently.

"Um, will you...really come back?"

But after a few seconds, the boy's expression became a little subtle again: "Since this morning, my eyelids have been twitching. I feel like something bad is going to happen."

"What kind of superstition is that?"

As if amused by the kid's strange reaction, the memory owner put one hand on his waist and pinched the boy's face with the other hand and twisted it: "If you're worried, how about we make a pinky promise?"

"No, I'm not a child anymore."

The boy was speechless for a moment, as if he was embarrassed by the memory owner's sudden proposal.

"Are you going to pull it?"

"pull."

After a while, the little fingers were hooked together, the thumbs were pressed against each other, the owner of the memory squatted down slightly, looked at the boy who was close at hand, and whispered: "I will be back soon, wait for me at home obediently, understand?"

“… Yeah, I see.”

The picture continued to turn and new fragments continued to emerge, but at this moment, Eve, as the memory reader, fell silent little by little.

The expression on her face was completely frozen.