"Also, I need to firmly reject the blind date that Sister Zhang set up. I've already checked her out, and she's interested not in my handso face and physique, but in the savings I've accumulated. Can't let her blow my cover."
"Luckily, I escaped quickly, otherwise, if we got close, wouldn't she counter with a lawsuit against ? Well, though I'm not too afraid of this because my profession matches, it still feels troubleso."
"And, I need to tell them not to introduce any more divorced won with two kids to ; I'm genuinely not interested."
In the Spirit World, Herbert rambled on endlessly, while the illusions of the Monster Girls stayed silent.
However, in reality, it transford into the reflection speaking to itself in the mirror while the person outside it stood mute as a wooden chicken.
Noisy past, silent present.
After a while, Herbert finally exhaled a long sigh of relief, shaking his head.
He looked at himself in the mirror and quietly asked, "Who are you? Who am I? Who are we?"
"Who am I? Hmm?"
"Herbert" paused for a mont, then blinked strangely: "Did you forget?"
Herbert quietly watched him, without responding, neither nodding nor shaking his head.
Forgotten?
He felt he hadn't forgotten, but judging by the other's expression, it seed different from his own thoughts.
"This is rather troubleso..."
The Herbert in the mirror smacked his lips, muttering a bit annoyed: "There we go, forgotten again. Now I have to explain for a long ti again. Never mind... I chose this myself."
He convinced himself in a self-talk, looked up at Herbert, and said, "Who are we? This question is sowhat complex."
"Simply put, I am the real you, and you are in the dream. We are essentially one, with no distinction between you and ."
"If you insist on getting an explanation, multiple personality disorder, can you understand that?"
"I am the personality of reality, while you are the fabricated personality enjoying life in the dream."
"Because our life is too bitter, we need an escape space. With no place to hide in reality, we can only escape to the dream."
He spread his hands, looking rather carefree: "There's nothing to say, and this isn't the first ti."
"In dreams, we have enjoyed many versions, fantasy worlds, martial arts worlds, cyber worlds, erotic worlds... No? You still haven't rembered?"
"Herbert" looked at Herbert, who wore a calm expression, slightly furrowed his brows, and said sowhat impatiently: "How detailed do you want to be?"
"Do you want to describe the scenarios we experienced in the erotic world?"
Honestly, at that mont, Herbert was briefly tempted.
Oh no, he really kind of wanted to hear it.
Yet, listening to his past self recounting his forr erotic fantasies seed quite abstract.
Alright, it's very abstract.
So he shook his head, regrettably said: "Although it's regrettable, there's no need for that; it's a bit too weird."
"Indeed."
"Herbert" nodded and smirked: "I don't have such peculiar fetishes, moreover, this dream is pretty nice, I like it a lot, let's continue when we fall asleep next ti..."
"Hey, stop for a mont."
Herbert raised his hand, interrupting the other's speech: "You don't have to say anymore, I already understand everything."
"Herbert" paused, wasn't bothered by his impolite tone, nodded: "Since you understand, then wake up quickly. Sleeping too much can be very tiring, now quickly find a mory point, rember it, then get up and wash up..."
Crash!
"Okay, let's start with the conclusion."
Herbert clapped his hand sharply, shook his head at his reflection in the mirror, and softly said: "I am not you, and you are not . I've never had a second personality."
He smiled slightly at the reflection, blinking: "You, are the phantom illusion."
"You say... I'm a fake?"
"Herbert" wasn't angry after hearing Herbert's statent, just sighed powerlessly: "Ah, the sa reaction again. You still don't understand."
"Are you going to say that I am your past self and you are my present self? That all of reality is just the mory of a past life, right?"
"I understand, I understand."
He scratched his head and helplessly said: "Okay, let's reminisce, in what you call reality, do you often have monts of being dazed? Are you constantly nostalgic for the past?"
"Do you often play so rotten jokes that no one understands? Is it ti and ti again that you use them to prove you once existed, so you don't forget the past?"
Herbert squinted his eyes.
"..."
He often indeed reminisced about past days, and in his own way maintained his ntal anchor, preventing himself from forgetting everything of the past.
Herbert didn't answer, but his expression already spoke volus.
"See!"
The reflection snorted: "You can fool everyone but yourself."
"These are the keywords we prepared; whenever you do that, it's subconsciously reminding you to wake up."
"Wake up, don't continue sinking."
"This is just our ga, just an absurd dream, when it's all over, we still have to return to reality."
"Herbert" restrained his expression and seriously said: "That's enough, don't make a fuss."
"The dream, should awaken."
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