A journey of seven souls escaping from the basement

"Of course not, why do you think so, doctor."

Why do people always think that he will disappear? He is not some pumpkin carriage that gets wet as soon as 12 o'clock hits.

"I recently read a book about something that disappears after you realize your obsession. I was thinking, why are you willing to help others achieve their goals? Is it your obsession?"

Then after you realize your obsession, will it disappear?

This feeling of uneasiness became more serious after the doctor discovered that Yabu would also achieve other people's goals and save others, because this meant that he was not necessary or special. He and himself were really just like what he said at the beginning. That way, it just happened.

"Hmm...that's the question."

"Yes, I don't understand why, Zibu, you are willing to do this to achieve other people's goals. What is the reason? I mean, the most fundamental reason."

This was the third time that the doctor felt strange about the way Yabu acted to help others achieve their goals. The first time Yabu told the doctor what he wanted to do, and the second time Yabu told the doctor why he did it.

And for the third time, she wanted to know what the impulse was that made him do it.

The three inquiries did not mean that the doctor did not trust Yabu. On the contrary, she believed in Yabu's goodwill.

But there are no good people in the world for no reason. This is not the doctor's prejudice against human nature, but a kind of cause and effect, a kind of logic.

There must be a reason for doing good deeds. There must be a reason for everything. From Yabu's past conversations, the doctor can feel that Yabu is always covering up the fundamental reason intentionally or unintentionally.

She originally thought that what Yabu meant by helping others achieve their goals was to provide help to others as a friend, but now it seems that he is even willing to activate the ability to cut off contact in order to help others treat mineral disease. This is more like a A completely altruistic act without regard for one's own life.

Like... a martyr for the Lord.

"Tell me, okay, why are you willing to do this."

"Is it the root cause..."

Yabu repeated the doctor's words, supported himself with his hands, and wanted to sit up and have a good conversation with the doctor.

"Don't move, just lie down."

"Oh......"

Then, as soon as he got up, he was pushed back by the doctor's order. He lay there and looked up at the ceiling.

"The reason that prompted me to do this is very simple." Yabu put his hands outside the quilt, crossed them and placed them on his stomach, then rubbed his fingers, "But I can't say it, doctor, it's not that I'm on guard. What do you mean, but just saying this may affect the outcome."

"Just saying it will affect the outcome?"

"Yeah, but doctor, you don't have to think too much, I will definitely tell you later."

Seeing the doctor narrowing his eyes and thinking, Yabu quickly waved his hand to interrupt the doctor's further thoughts. He was really afraid that the doctor could guess something through just such a sentence.

"But in the final analysis, it's probably because you can do it, so just do it."

Yabu knew that he had no goals, and he was content with being ordinary. If he could live a life with the end in sight, it would feel good.

But perhaps it's lucky that he has an eccentric ability that he can use to achieve his goals.

Although this ability is his own, no one will say anything even if he does nothing, but in his opinion, if he has this ability, then he has an obligation to do something useful.

It's not that everyone should be like this, but he feels that he should demand this of himself.

"...Just because you can do it, do you want to help others achieve their goals?"

A pure and even naive answer.

"Okay, I know it's a bit childish, just don't laugh at me." Yabu turned his head to the side in embarrassment, regretfully wishing there was a withdraw button.

"No, I don't feel childish, I just..."

But the doctor didn't think this was childish. On the contrary, she even prayed for a moment that Yabu's purpose was not so pure, because she felt a little scared in front of this clean sincerity.

Doctor, she is afraid. Is such a thing really within her reach? Is it really something that she can obtain?

Even if no one said anything bad to her from the beginning to the end, she has no memory or past, and feels strange to herself. She is always haunted by the shadow behind her, and there is always a sense of inferiority due to lack in her heart.

"Yabu, if..."

Just saying the simple words made the Doctor feel like razors were being dug out of his throat, but the Doctor knew he had to face this problem.

"What if I am wrong and I was not a good person in the past? Or have you judged my past with marks?"

"...I see, you are thinking about this kind of thing, doctor." Yabu turned his head towards the doctor and looked at the nervous person. Yabu stretched out his hand and patted the other person's hand. He comforted in a relaxed tone; "I did try to verify your past, Doctor, before opening the sarcophagus."

"What's the result?" The doctor nervously grabbed Yabu's extended hand, waiting for the other party to issue the final verdict.

"Turns out, Mark doesn't know either."

"what......?"

"Whether you are a good person or a bad person, the ability does not mark you out, because pure good or bad is too complicated. Doctor, the mark is just an ability and a tool. It is not completely reliable."

"Then I..."

"Doctor." Yabu called softly and pulled the distracted doctor back. He stared at the doctor's gray eyes, which were beautiful, but now full of confusion because of confusion.

She needed someone to pull her out of the mental mire she was sinking into.

"I don't know what you have experienced in the past, but everything should be judged by you now. All I can do is help you, but only if you are willing. The choice is yours."

"But am I really worth it? Someone with no past? Maybe even a past as a...not-so-nice person?"

What do you have to deserve?If there really was a purpose, the doctor might be able to feel more at ease, but the reason behind the attack was really that simple, and the ethereal feeling made the doctor uneasy.

After all, judging from various signs, my past may not be so clean. Can I really be accepted like this?

Admit it, I was just lucky enough to meet him first, and then I still needed help.

Just like the patient with ore disease who was treated by him, good things happen everywhere, and they always fall on someone's head. Now let yourself catch up, that's it.

The reason why I was able to get his help... was just because of an unexpected incident.

"Isn't that nice?"

"...Zai Bu, your brain has been burnt out, right? You were a bad person in the past, so why are you so good?"

"No, no, no, I'm not saying that being a bad person in the past is a good thing. I'm saying, doctor, since you are questioning yourself about whether you had a wrong past, it does not mean that you have understood that what you do in the future is the right thing to do. Isn’t that right? Shouldn’t you be grateful for your timely awakening?”

This is verbal guidance, a road sign for confused people in a more rational way, but this is not enough. He knows that when people are depressed, they will be very defensive about the words of strangers.

Yabu doesn't think he is such an important person.

So, he decided to leave the choice to the Doctor.

He looked at the doctor seriously and said with a smile as if joking with a friend:

"Besides, Doctor, did you make something wrong?"

"Ok?"

"Doctor, I am applying to you. I want to help you achieve your goals. You are the one who chooses whether to accept it. Doctor, haven't I said it all the time? The choice is always yours. How can I get it from you? Are you worth my help?"

"I have...a choice whether to accept your power or not?"

"Yes Doctor, all the time. I don't know why you think you were a bad person in the past, but no matter what, no one can make you feel inferior without your consent."

She was denying herself, rejecting herself, and fearing herself, but Yabu could see that deep down in her heart she hoped to be affirmed.

"Don't be afraid, Doctor, maybe in the future you will make various choices on the way to achieve your goals, right or wrong. But don't be afraid, everyone will find their own direction for messy reasons. If there are any problems, I will Judge it from a friend’s perspective and tell you if you’re wrong.”

It is not enough to just remove the rotten flesh of inferiority and self-doubt. After the wound is cleaned, a plaster called attention should be applied to it.

"But Doctor, I'm not as smart as you, so if I make a mistake in judgment, I hope you can tell me. But there is a prerequisite, and that is that you are willing to accept it. Doctor, you are the one who has the right to choose."

"桠布......"

This affirmation cannot come from herself, because that would be the same as self-comfort. This affirmation must be said sincerely by others, in the simplest and most sincere way.

Perhaps in the future, there will be people more suitable than Yabu to help the doctor. They may be the doctor's relatives, friends, or other more important identities. They may be better than Yabu and can give the doctor more help.

But now, the people who need help are right in front of them, and by doing whatever good they can, Yabu believes that he should lend a helping hand.

"Doctor, naturally only you can judge the right and wrong of your past. I am not qualified to get involved, but if you are willing, if you are willing to let me participate in your future, that would be my honor."

His voice was a little hoarse, but every word was exceptionally clear, as if he was making an oath to the doctor.

"..."

The whole room suddenly became a little quiet. Except for some noise coming from the street outside the window, the only sound left in the room was the breathing of the two people.

Maybe it was for psychological reasons. Yabu felt that the silence lasted for a long time, maybe a minute, maybe just a few seconds, but the doctor's silence made him start to feel a little panicked for no reason.

For some reason, he suddenly had a very strange thought. It was a nonsensical premonition, as if he accidentally touched something that must not be touched, which made him think that he should probably climb out of the window and escape quickly.

'Did I say something wrong?Or is it too much comfort and makes people feel disgusted?Ah, so maybe I shouldn't have said so much. Maybe I just made a mistake in my judgment. The doctor doesn't need me to say these words, or maybe the doctor needs some quiet time, so he should quickly find something else to change the subject. Well, don't embarrass the Doctor...'

As if he was a chatterbox, thinking wildly in his mind, Yabu came to the conclusion of simply changing the topic and was about to say something.

"Um, doctor, you..."

But as soon as he opened his mouth to break the silence, before Yabu finished speaking, the doctor suddenly stood up, walked to Yabu and looked down at him, asking Yabu to say what he wanted to say: "Do you want to eat something tomorrow morning?" Swallowed it back.

"桠布."

"What's the matter, Doctor?"

Asked as usual.

But the doctor didn't respond, and the next moment, she, who was standing there looking down at Yabu, took a step forward and fell on Yabu, her slender arms hugging him tightly like chains. , trembling all over and burying his head in Yabu's body.

"This is what you said, you said it yourself, Yabu."

How could it be so funny to ask others to accept your help? How could you think of such a thing as sending yourself out and asking others to accept it?

If this is the case, if this is the case...

"I accept it, do you hear me? Since you said the choice is mine, then listen up, I accept it."

I have no choice or reason to refuse.

What I longed for was now brought to my lips for free, so there was no reason to not want it.

"Yes, yes, I heard you, but doctor, I have a fever and it may be contagious." Yabu muttered habitually, but after seeing that the doctor showed no intention of getting up, Yabu could only sigh and smile. He also reached out and hugged the doctor.

Well, the feeling just now was indeed wrong. It was probably just because it was too quiet.

"You said it yourself, Yabu." The doctor raised her head and looked at Yabu, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her eyelashes were like iron bars outside the cell, shutting Yabu into her eyes. "You already can't go back on your word."

"Why should I regret it?"

Didn't I just come here to achieve other people's goals? Now someone is willing to believe that I accept my help, and it seems that I am still an important role in this world. Is this inappropriate blood-earning?

"You better be." The doctor said with a hint of threat in his tone.

You made this up yourself.

Then don't even think about leaving me again.

You are mine now.

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*Yabu tried to tell the doctor that he could solve the fever problem by cutting off the link, but the doctor sternly refused because he said he shouldn't use his abilities indiscriminately.

*He didn’t know why, but since the doctor asked it, it should be right.

*Just add some antibodies to viruses from another world to your body.

*? c: 30%

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Chapter 18 Please don’t dislike me

June 6, eleven o'clock in the morning.

The fever brought not all negative effects, at least Yabu finally got a good night's sleep in which he woke up naturally in this different world that was about a paper thickness away from his home.

"Um......"

Opening his eyes, he raised his hands above his head and stretched. Along with the numbness caused by the stretching of his body, Yabu let out a comfortable moan.

Then he saw the doctor sitting at the table nearby with his head propped up, as if looking at something interesting, staring at him with a slight smile.

"Well, um~ um~ hum~..." Zabu felt a little embarrassed when he was seen making noises when he got up. He hummed along with the sound just now to cover up his embarrassment.

But he soon realized that humming seemed more embarrassing, so he stiffly stopped humming a terrible ditty and used a classic deck to communicate with others.

"Ah, have you had breakfast, doctor?"

Have you eaten the classic? Start with it.