1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

Lunicia reached out and tapped her finger, making it disappear before the agent's eyes. Her tone and expression were like a little devil:

“As long as I don’t want to, no one in this world can touch me.

The agent and UMP40 understood immediately.

Quantum superposition state.

Unlike them, the "Lunicia" in front of them exists in this world and does not exist in this world. It is both a three-dimensional entity of this world and a projection of a higher dimension.

This quantum superposition causes her to appear and disappear at times. It's not that the Agent is inferior to Lunicia, but no matter how powerful the Agent's attack is, it can only harm "things that exist in this world." What can she do about "things that don't exist"?

Punch the air?

This is a real cyber ghost.

"Yes, Commander, I'll be leaving first.

After understanding this, the agent also became extremely decisive. He bowed slightly and was about to turn around and leave when he heard the other party's servile voice again:

"Huh? Just leaving like that? Aren't you worried that I did this on purpose, waiting to kill him after you're gone, just to amuse you by creating lasting regrets?"

The agent paused, and Mark pursed his lips:

"Lunicia, if you keep wasting time like this, I believe the Tactical Humanoid M4 part of your body will cause you trouble.

As soon as these words were spoken, Lunicia's expression, which had been at ease until now, changed slightly. Her light brown pupils shrank a little, and she stopped making trouble and let the agent leave.

“40, you get out too.

"command.."

"It's okay, I want to do something inappropriate for children with this Miss Lunicia.

Mark smiled and made a phone call gesture:

"Besides, there are some things you need to tell that person, right?

Soon there were only two people left in the room.

Although the security level was obviously downgraded, Mark seemed to be more relaxed. He even collapsed on the sofa and asked lazily:

"Tell me, Lunicia, or should I call you Dandelai? Little Princess? Eliza? Which name do you prefer?"

Lunicia "floated" to Mark like a ghost, staring at him curiously.

etc.

"Commander, how did you know I wasn't alone?

"You evil beast, I've long seen that you are not human.

"You obviously don't know anything."

"Who said that? I've been through a lot and seen a lot, so you still have to learn something.

"Commander, I'm curious..."

"Are you Chitanda Eru?"

"Commander, tell me, tell me!"

"Don't shake, I'm dizzy."

-This conversation was inconclusive. Lunicia shook Mark's arm gently, making coquettish noises and pretending to be cute, but Mark remained unmoved.

“If I must say, it’s a man’s sixth sense, believe it or not.

"Tsk... How boring..."

"Okay, Miss Lu, I have a lot to do, so it's better for you to answer my previous questions honestly.

"Hmm... You're just like that guy, always asking questions, endless questions.

Seeing that Mark refused to "explain" no matter what, Lunisia had no choice but to stick out her tongue and temporarily gave up on further investigation. After stretching like a naughty kitten, she squinted her eyes slightly.

"Where should I begin? How about Pangu creating the world..."

“It all started when you came to Tibet.

Mark interrupted Lunicia's playfulness and poured her a glass of wine.

"You seem a little nervous. How about having a drink to relax?"

"Well, I don't dislike strong men...but are you trying to get me drunk so you can extract more information from me?"

Having said that, Lunicia did not refuse the glass of azure green wine.

It's a bit like the color of collapse fluid, which is a bit nostalgic.

"If you know, stop talking nonsense. Drink quickly. Get drunk quickly. Then tell me when you're drunk.

“Tsk…

Lunicia tsked her lips, drank half of the wine in the glass, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and began to recount everything she had done since coming into this world. There was nothing "grand" about it at all, just eight words:

Nothing to do, so boring.

She was buried in a snow avalanche right after arriving in Tibet, but how did she deal with it?

Because she wouldn't die, she actually lay in the snow for a whole month!

Then, I wandered around like a wandering soul, following the Tibetan lecture group all the way to Inner Mongolia.

Then, there was nine months of close-up voyeurism.

Of course, Mark also knew very well that the premise was that everything Lunicia said was true.

He was sure that for this woman, lying came as naturally as breathing.

as same as him.

"Are you wasting your time?"

“I love wasting your time like this.

“That’s not my time, Miss Lou, that’s yours.

"Hmm? You still don't admit that you are the commander?

“Of course I don’t admit it.

Mark said disdainfully:

"I heard from the agent and Chuntian that he sacrificed himself to save this and that? Who does he think he is? A savior? This world doesn't need a savior, nor does it have a divine emperor.

"But what you are doing now is not much different from that commander!

"Bullshit, I'm much bigger than that, okay? If I want to change something, I want to change the whole world. I'm not like him, so petty..."

"At countless turning points in fate... he never left time for himself, always leaving it for others. His life was so long and yet so short, and in the end, he only had time to become a brave man..."

Lunicia repeated a passage, smiling broadly:

"He saved many people, and those he saved will eventually change the world. So, in my opinion, there is no essential difference between you and him."

"If there were no difference, you would probably be even more divided, more entangled, and even less sure about how to get along with each other. Maybe you wouldn't have waited so long to come to me, right?

Mark rubbed his index and middle fingers together, slowly creating a gap:

“Look, it’s obvious that the difference between him and me is probably greater than that between a human and a dog… Of course, I’m a human.

The smile on Lunicia's face completely disappeared. She raised her arms slightly, and her eyes became dangerous:

"Commander, angering me will do you no good, don't forget that."

"Can you kill me easily? But you can't, because M4 will never allow it. You think those are other people's memories, but in fact, these memories will affect your behavior and eventually become you.

Before Lunisia could get angry, Mark smiled again:

"Like me, I scold myself. Does that also make you angry? Maybe Miss Lunicia is more of a Dandelai?"

The agent and Haruta both said that there are three main personalities that make up Lunesia.

The Tactical Humanoid M4A1, who belongs to the Orderly Good faction, has an attachment to his commander far exceeding that of a humanoid.

Eliza, the Iron-Blooded Mastermind who has little affection for humans and is confused, and belongs to the Orderly Neutral camp;

And Dandelai, who just wants to have fun and enjoys teasing the commander, belongs to the chaotic neutral and evil camp.

Therefore, the different "contents" of each part may shape a completely different "Lunisia".

The person in front of me obviously has a little more Dandelai "content".

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Lunicia was stunned for a moment, then slowly lowered her arm. The dangerous look in her eyes disappeared, replaced by a mixture of helplessness, ridicule, relief, and anticipation.

"Commander, I'm truly defeated by you."

The word "Commander" finally had a hint of sincerity.

"Hey, so, after observing for nine months, you finally confirmed that I'm the one you're looking for?

Perhaps this is the real reason why Lunicia popped up.

At least one of them.

“Not necessarily, but it’s very similar.”

Lunicia naturally squeezed in and sat next to Mark, sticking close to him.

"At least, I've confirmed that this trip wasn't in vain.

"The agent said they identified me through bio-signals like brain waves. Isn't that you?"

“I can forge that kind of thing in a matter of minutes, so it’s not very credible.

"Can you tamper with brain signals?"

“Of course, I can even tamper with memories, whether it’s human or humanoid.

As she spoke, Lunisia pointed her finger at Mark's temple and said with a smile:

"For example, I can modify your cognition and make you think you are a cute little loli with white fur and a fox tail."

When Mark heard this, his brain suddenly felt like it was pricked by a needle, and then it quickly disappeared.

What happened just now?

Too tired during this period?

Because the stinging pain came and went quickly, Mark didn't take it seriously:

"Hmm... You're awesome! Next time I'm interested in women's clothing, I'll definitely ask you for help... Okay, let's get down to business. What do you mean by 'treating the country with courtesy'? Didn't you mean that you..."

'Although I did not do anything, it does not mean that I did nothing.

Lunicia seemed uninterested in "getting down to business" and seemed too lazy to explain further:

"I believe you should understand the level of understanding of those fools in that damned place of Tibet."

"Oh? You have become a...saint in their eyes?

I guess, just like Springfield, as long as he "shows his saintliness", he can easily gain a very respected status.

However, unlike Springfield, who has a clear purpose, Lunicea will definitely not care about the consequences.

"Yes! But only some people, and they are not saints, but 'Dakini'. I also have a Tibetan name, Dandela, which means 'pure and immaculate awakened one'."

"Dhang..isn't this still Dande cuisine?"

"Well... that's about right... Anyway, even though I didn't do anything, if the commander needs me to do anything, taking over all of Tibet wouldn't be a problem. It would be a great way to keep the British at bay."

This guy must have been present when I talked with the British Governor-General in India a few days ago.

After thinking for a while, Mark shook his head:

"never mind.

"Ah? Commander, don't you believe in my ability? It really hurts me..."

"You came here from Tibet and never went back. Does that mean you have no interest in what's going on over there? If that's the case, there's no need for me to force you to go back.

"Besides, whether it's conquering Tibet or reclaiming Xinjiang, I don't intend to do it all myself or let you do it all. If I do that, the world won't see any real change, and that's not what I want to see."

“So, Lunicia, do whatever you want to do, I won’t force you to do anything you don’t like.

Lunicia pursed her thin lips, her eyes flashing with an incomprehensible light. She remained silent for a moment, but after a few seconds, she suddenly stretched out her hand: