"Alright... I'll tell you. It's good for you to know," the shadow said, bound tightly by the serpent-like light, but it seemed completely calm.
"Consider it a reward for coincidentally defeating me."
"First of all, what I'm doing to you is actually helping you, understand?"
Turing frowned and increased the intensity of tormenting the shadow.
"It's useless, I can't feel any pain," the shadow laughed.
"But you are indeed a more complicated guest that I have encountered."
"Your memories were originally chaotic, with many blank spaces. Add to that the concussion, and it's easy to get confused between reality and illusion."
"But don't worry, now that you've encountered me, I will ensure your safety down to the last hair."
"Of course, I only mean on the level of memories."
Turing controlled the three beams of light snakes, forming the shape of a sickle. Holding it above the shadow's head, Turing's lips moved slightly as she said, "You only have one more chance."
"Try to organize your language as clearly as possible." Turing showed no expression, her face remained calm, but it inexplicably instilled fear in people.
She now had the taste of Oedipus.
"I can't say clearly," the shadow shook its head.
"If I tell you what will happen after, your fragmented memories will intertwine with your existing memories, making your life even more perilous."
"At most, I can give you a hint."
"For example, that woman over there, she actually died long ago." The shadow made a human-like gesture, turning its head towards Turing's side, where a motionless woman was sealed at the bottom of the icy river.
At the moment the shadow spoke, Turing seemed to have been struck by a heavy blow to her brain. The intense dizziness nearly made her lose consciousness.
"I told you not to play tricks!" Turing fiercely swung the sickle, but stopped a little distance away from the shadow's head.
Turing covered her head, feeling as if she had even lost control of the light snakes just now.
"You have no chance now... One wrong word and you will die." Turing said coldly.
"I am a doctor, and you are a patient."
"I am a director, and you are an actor."
"I've been doing this for thousands of years, but only now have I started to use some modern technology."
"I am your elder in every sense."
"My name is Aside."
Turing stared at the shadow, which had fallen eerily silent as if it was already dead.
"What a mismatch." Turing raised the sickle and forcefully tore the shadow in half.
"Then go..."
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"Die!"
Lachésis City, Cafe on the Corner
Dungremy and Provence were fiercely competing inside the cafe.
Provence wielded a silver needle with a handle, while Dungremy's tentacles continued to lash out.
Cold sweat started to form on Provence's forehead, and her breath became erratic. However, compared to Dungremy, who had half of her head shaved off, she was clearly winning the battle.
But Provence knew that the reason she had the upper hand was because there were still many people standing around her. Dungremy was one of the experimental subjects of the research institution back then, and her recovery ability should not be underestimated as she was forcibly fused with an angel, causing part of her body to be assimilated.
If it weren't for her considering how to escape, Provence's battle would definitely not be so easy.
"Do you really need to be so cautious?" Although Dungremy's head was incomplete, she still spoke very fluently.
"You have discovered the true mole, the one who truly defeated Lord Oedipus in the stratagem. You should be proud of yourselves."
"Why not just rush in and give me a good fight?"
While Dungremy was speaking, her body had almost completely recovered. The sparsely scattered concrete floor around her was filled with holes made by Provence's silver needles.
"Does that mean, Dunkerque, you were deceived by my usual gentle appearance?"
"You couldn't bear to attack me because of such a thing?"
Dungremy turned her head and spoke to the woman in the corner of the encirclement.
The woman did not answer her, only silently lowering her head.
Provence felt a bit strange and stopped attacking, intending to see what the woman was going to do.
"Paris, why are you standing there silently without saying a word?"
"What does your sad expression mean? Do you feel that I was Joan's teacher during her childhood, so you can't get over it psychologically?"
Paris clenched her fist, seemingly restraining something, but eventually let go.
Dungremy clicked her tongue secretly.
"And you, Dijon? You always said that you wanted to personally kill the traitor. Although the time I spent with you colleagues was brief, I remember it clearly."
"The opportunity is right in front of you, why are you suddenly silent?"
"Say something!"
Dungremy became a little impatient, looking at the tightly formed encirclement, feeling more and more desperate.
"Well, since all of you are so hesitant."
"You can forget about getting this letter, you'll never know how many secrets I have revealed to Altria!"
Dungremy picked up the letter from her pocket and stuffed it directly into her mouth.
In an instant, Dijon and Paris, who were originally standing in place, shot towards Dungremy like sharks smelling blood. The black mouths of the flood and the gleaming knives attacked Dungremy together, creating several huge gashes on her body.
But Dungremy, like any ordinary angel, burst out with more blood than her body could store from the wounds.
The black blood mist exploded like fireworks, and the bloody dust filled the air with the power of red phosphorus, as Dungremy gently uttered a spell.
"Oh, wanderer bound to the stars."
"Accompany me back home."
The convoluted blood seemed to be crushed spices, and a slight spicy sensation stung the corneas of everyone present.
For a moment, those who fell for it did not react, and their eyeballs immediately shriveled and dehydrated. Dry and tiny explosions occurred in the air, numbering in the thousands.
When they finally cured themselves, Paris and Dijon discovered that it was too late to defend the empty positions in the encirclement.
In the following whirlwind, Dungremy shot out like an arrow and broke through the siege in front of everyone's eyes. Dungremy swiftly moved between the buildings, using only her body and tentacles to navigate the alleys, without emitting any trace of magic.
Before long, Dungremy arrived under a bridge, panting heavily.
"I should be safe here temporarily..."
"After leaving the city, I'll have the owl deliver the letter for me."
"That way, even if they catch me, it will be useless."
Dungremy furrowed her brows as she looked at the crumpled letter in her hand, lost in thought.
"Is this too simple...?"
"Could Maria really be of that level?"
"I hope the letter wasn't replaced. I should double-check its contents."
Dungremy swallowed her saliva and gently lifted the red seal on the envelope with her trembling hands.
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"Can aside really be used like this, Lady Maria?"
"Why, don't you trust Lady Maria?"
Paris and Bordeaux engaged in their usual meaningless conversation.
"Lady Maria is one of the few key figures who were fully involved and supervised the Grand Plan."
"There must be more secrets that she knows."
"Not to mention, the way I acted when you beat me before was so convincing. This implanted memory in her head will surely make her believe it without a doubt."
Bordeaux spoke as he looked at Dungremy lying inside the machine.
"Her memories are very chaotic, which adds difficulty to aside's retrieval of memories."
Maria stood nearby, explaining with a solemn tone.
"Ordinary people cannot live a normal life with such chaotic memories. This is probably a contingency measure left by Oedipus based on her unique physical condition."
"But we can implant specific memories into her through the machine."
"To make her have the illusion of escaping, thereby relaxing her guard."
"She will naturally sort out some memories and remember everything she has done for Oedipus."
"In this way,"
"Even if there are still undercover agents, they won't have anywhere to hide."
"The secrets hidden by Oedipus will be revealed at that time."
