Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 36 It’s me and him
  The prices here are indeed a bit outrageous.

After Terry and Mayfair took turns ordering, they estimated that this meal cost more than 8,000 Franklins.

Among them, Terry had tried his best to order as cheap a meal as possible, and he had spent nearly two thousand. The Mayfair place was not that outrageous at first, and only ordered three thousand sixty, but the bottle of red wine he ordered in the end was worth just over $1,000. More than three thousand dollars.

Even Uncle Martin himself has never been so lavish on food, and the well-behaved and "sensible" Terry has never had such an experience.

So Terry watched with some pain as the waiter, dressed like a medieval butler, bent down and asked Mayfair how long it would take to sober up.

If it hadn't been for the valuable new luxury car that Uncle Martin drove that day, which probably let Terry know that Uncle Martin was really making a lot of money, he would never come here to invite people to dinner.

Mayfair noticed Terry's pale face and quietly picked up the napkin on the table to cover his face - leaving only a pair of big eyes with curved eyelashes peeking at him.

“Private rooms are expensive to begin with, and the menus are different from those in the lobby~”

What does this have to do with you ordering that damn, ridiculously expensive bottle of red wine!
  Terry showed a slightly ferocious smile - he now wears Blessing Nebula Dewdrops all the time, so he can hear Mayfair's whisper clearly.

"Hey! Please don't laugh so scary."

"What did he lie to you?"

"They are obviously one soul. Even though his mental power and willpower are stronger than mine, his acting skills that can completely manipulate me are what really scares me to the core."

"This is not superficial acting! He is deceiving a community with whom he shares emotions, memories, and thoughts all the time!"

Mayfair raised his eyebrows and raised his chin, indicating that Terry could start telling.

"Because no matter how I recall the details after contacting another soul, I have not noticed that the other person has any intention to harm me, but the changes in me are indeed happening subtly and earth-shakingly..."

The witch's temperament disappeared, and the mature and intellectual elder sister looked at the bitter Terry tenderly.

What a fuck!

Mayfair finally stopped being so fussy and listened carefully to Terry's story, his curvy eyebrows coming together because of serious thinking.

"And I obviously want to help him so much!"

Mayfair put down his napkin and showed a proud expression, but then he was a little confused: "I can guess the first question. You have already made initial contact with that half soul, right?"

Including that my body seems to be out of control at times, and I often have bad emotions that appear out of nowhere.

Terry's eyes began to show resentment and anger, and he banged the table hard.

Terry looked at Mayfair who was entering a professional state, holding his chin with the fingers of his hands intertwined, his eyes floating on the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and he spoke with some uncertainty.

"What's the second question?"

Mayfair also didn't want to suffer a loss, and immediately pouted: "Of course you have to be sincere when asking for help! I am a very noble lady, what's wrong with eating something good?"

Not wanting others to know the specific existence of another world, Terry avoided some irrelevant details as much as possible, and spent about ten minutes focusing on describing the first and second times with Terry Pickles. Contact some details.

stop!
  Terry stretched out his hand to signal Mayfair not to change the subject: "The second one is not that important. Let's talk about the first one first."

Is this mad woman very perceptive?
  Terry stretched out his right hand to cover his forehead, and as the palm slowly slid down, his smile seamlessly switched to a more sincere one: "This time, I really have two questions that I would like to consult with Dr. Mayfair, who is well-informed. "

"To be honest, I'm scared."

"What do you think?"

Mayfair suddenly asked.

"He deceived...deceived!"

Terry raised his voice a little, but then shut up in shock. What did Terry Pickles lie to him?
  Did the other party give him a hint not to wear that jewelry?
  Do not!
  On the contrary, after he came into contact with Terry Pickles, because the two parties shared everything spiritually all the time, he trusted the other party so much!

The initial vigilance gradually disappeared after the two parties exchanged memories, emotions, and thoughts without reservation, which is why he did not wear the jewelry after exiting the other party's spiritual world.

"But why did he do anything to me without permission?"

"He took advantage of my unpreparedness and subtly transmitted his way of thinking to me, which made me always become anxious and gradually suspicious of the people around me... these terrible emotions!"

"He made me less of myself."

Mayfair listened quietly until Terry stopped angrily, and waited patiently for a few seconds before speaking slowly.

"He must have had a bad experience, right?"

Terry froze for a moment, he was a little surprised because he had never told Mayfair this part.

Mayfair quietly closed half of her eyelids, which made Terry unable to see the other person's eyes. However, the female doctor's tone was still gentle, completely different from her previous behavior at the door of the restaurant.

"What kind of environment can allow a person to turn emotions that normal people regard as bad into armor to protect himself?"

"The analogy you just made is very interesting. You regard yourself as a glass of water and the other person as a basin of ink -"

“Isn’t the beginning of ink also water?”

"The second contact is indeed what you said. He is stronger than you and his spiritual will begins to gradually erode you."

"But when you first came into contact, the moment you met him, the first interaction between the two of you, maybe it was completely fair."

"For a person who doubts everything, hates everything, is wary of everything, and glares at everything, if he doesn't choose to attack you immediately when he first comes into contact, it's not normal."

"Was he even in a pathetic state of being unable to think before the first contact occurred?"

A loud shout interrupted Mayfair's talk.

"enough!"

Terry's expression turned completely gloomy, and he stared at Mayfair suspiciously.

This woman can tell such a detailed story, she must be cheating again!
  He doesn't trust Mayfair that much anymore, at least on this topic.

"Why have you been helping him speak?!"

Doubt and anger were constantly intertwined in Terry's heart, perhaps mixed with some jealousy that he was not even aware of.

Terry stood up, the muscles on his face became ferocious, and a murderous look began to appear in his eyes: "Maybe it was a mistake for me to ask you this question. I suddenly thought of a possibility - the me who will meet you in the future, really Is it me? Or him!"

Mayfair looked at Terry in such a state and suddenly laughed.

"Aren't you the one you are now?"

One sentence made Terry feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar instantly. His anger turned into shock in the rush. He fell weakly on the chair. He thought of himself yesterday and repeatedly told himself to always remember who he was. Looks like, who exactly is he?

He raised his hands tremblingly and covered his face.

Terry suddenly realized that some of the other party's special thinking patterns were now rooted in his heart.

Being irritable, irritable, and suspicious is like being in a dark fog where you can't see your fingers. The anxiety caused by panic and doubt about everything is like gangrene in the bones.

(End of this chapter)