"Tell the deer head," he replied in his heart. "Doesn’t Babel have its own psychologist?"
"Miss Flower Touch … All right, I’ll find a deer statue."
Chapter 15 Me outside the mirror
When Russell opened his eyes again, he found himself back in the temple.
It looks like a temple corridor.
At noon, the sun shines in from the side, and through a part of the glass color, it burns colorful and continuous rainbow light through the wall.
And more sunlight poured in from nowhere, reflecting the whole temple, but when Russell bowed his head, he couldn’t even see his own shadow.
This is not a complete building with a corridor.
On one side is stained glass, on the other side are many portraits, some of which are covered with heavy red cloth, and the other part has been uncovered.
The whole corridor is made of pure white Shi Zhuan. In addition, there is a silver candlestick at intervals, as well as ivory walls and ceilings.
Those candlesticks are quietly burning with pale flames, but even the candlesticks have no shadow.
It is exactly what Russell saw in the depths of his heart after he completed the transfer of psionics.
Russell didn’t stop at once, but tried to move on.
He passed the portraits and walked on.
But he has gone a long way and always feels that the corridor seems to have no end and no end. All the paintings around him are covered with red cloth, and he seems to have seen 70 portraits covered with red cloth.
The corridor has no end and no end. How far you go is just a cycle in this corridor.
But when he looked back, he found that he didn’t go far-not far ahead were those portraits that had been picked in red cloth.
He walked back a few portraits and stopped in front of Morgan’s portrait.
When Russell looked at it, the portrait turned into a mirror without knowing it.
She looked at herself in the mirror and raised her hand with some curiosity.
Outside the mirror, her hand has also become Morgan’s hand-when she reaches out and touches her ear curiously, the touch in her hand is horse ear, not the familiar cat ear touch.
"So I’ve changed … is that it?"
Morgan murmured, "Is that pale mask just a mirror?"
But "Morgan" in the mirror was dissatisfied with her hands rested on her hips and complained, "You played Russell.
"Morgan doesn’t talk like that. Barbers are better."
"So … what should Morgan be like?"
Morgan said softly, "She is a strong person with a determination to love in her heart, but at the same time she is also a fragile person."
"Immersed in her heart, she is still guilty of taking away the chance of further education from Bluebird in the past. This guilt extends and produces a desire for self-destruction … she longs for a meaningful death.
"It is not so much that she is determined to fight against Kamahl as that she chooses a suitable grave herself."
"I don’t need a grave"
"Morgan" shook his head in the mirror. "It is enough for me to dissolve in this rainstorm.
"I’m lucky that some ordinary people … can make me lucky enough to meet him, but my luck will eventually run out and I will eventually dissolve in water."
"It is a group of blue water or dissolved in the ocean, which was born in the hue similar to that of the blue songbird’s wings, and finally became sunny and colorful foam …"
Morgan looked at himself in the mirror and murmured, "It’s like a daughter of the sea. Your core is the desire for sacrifice."
"Not’ you’ but’ us’"
"Morgan" in the mirror became more and more dissatisfied.
But when Morgan looked up again … she had completely changed from temperament to real Morgan.
On the contrary, Morgan is more like an actor in the mirror.
It’s like sitting in the actor’s lounge wearing Morgan’s costume and drinking water. It’s that "roles" don’t match each other
"It’s … we"
Morgan obeyed and Wen replied, "I was wrong."
Because Morgan deserves it.