"In the end, my sister was miraculously chosen and frozen up … she didn’t know what she would face.
"The man knew all this but never stopped him from knowing that my mother was framed, and even she could testify but didn’t come out to talk to her …
"So I let him kill the woman, slander others, and the murderer was finally killed by someone. The man who watched his wife go also’ chased the past’-I think this is a fair ending."
The prototype touched the bar and added, "But strictly speaking, there is only this time that I can speak frankly."
"After I kill people, I usually hate people."
"… does Dodgson know?"
"He didn’t know until very late that we parted ways."
Prototype smiled, "but he couldn’t say anything. After all, some of the people I killed were people who were looking for trouble with him."
"That kind of malicious guest who deliberately brings rhythm and rubs hot spots pretends to come and find fault with his peers, so it is good to let their interest disappear. Dodgson is a nice guy. He won’t be angry … but I will.
"At the end of the day, some people who come to see mental illness should go to hell? What, I have to cure them all?
"Although you used to be a doctor, Sister Alice … I don’t think doctors should be bound by medical skills."
At last, the prototype face reveals an arrogant smile that belongs to the elves. "The so-called medical skill is just a tool. The focus is not on what I should do but what I want to do-I will call it freedom."
"Psychological knowledge kills people and kills doctors …"
Alice glanced at him lukewarm and said, "No wonder.
"A lame psychiatrist who will make his patient commit suicide will not be chosen as an elf-the elf will choose you twice. You must have some special talents.
"Your ability is far higher than your fame … Do you kill people by making yourself look lame?"
"I’m not a killer, even if I don’t kill everyone, I just remove some unnecessary garbage …
"… I didn’t contact the society for a long time at that time, so I confiscated it and stopped."
At this point, the prototype expression becomes heavy. "She is a good child. I saw the past me from her."
"I don’t want to cure her so that we can’t communicate. I hope she can stay with me … but I realized that telling the truth still hurt her inadvertently.
"At the end of the day, I’m not used to the mode of treating patients sincerely, but I have new strength … so even if she dies, it’s so called that I can wake her up again the next day."
"How on earth did you do it?"
Alice squinted and asked softly, "They don’t know each other, do they? And there is no contact with you … What can you take other people’s lives for tomorrow at will? "
"Not extraction, but grafting"
Bud-taking lover corrected, "I can exchange the characteristics that I adore two people and specify their fate."
"Let the other person bear the" death by jumping off a building "and" bad luck "in the evening, and let the other person live happily because the fate of the evening has been fixed. Every time the other person’s happiness is over, the other person will be exhausted and die for her in the same way.
"This is to create the’ perfect lover’ psionic power … through constant exchange, all the qualities that I love are absorbed in one person.
"But’ I’ (prototype) wants her to be alive, which makes it much easier."
Bud’s lover smiled. "I asked him … can he exchange his life for others to keep his lover?"

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