Persona, I am the villain and I can do whatever I want

He casually placed the curry he brought on a corner of the table and looked at the closet again.

"Are you just going to hide there and talk to me forever?"

Futaba's vague voice came from the closet: "This place... is very good."

Mitsui Tsubasa sighed helplessly, he knew what Futaba was afraid of.

So he dragged the computer chair as gently as possible, trying to move it closer to the closet.

However, the sound of the chair rolling seemed to disturb Futaba, and she suddenly uttered a trembling warning.

"W-What are you doing...Don't come over here again."

Hearing the fear and anxiety in Futaba's voice, Mitsui Tsubasa immediately stopped what he was doing.

"Well, I'll talk to you here. Sakura Futaba, or maybe I should call you Isshiki Futaba? How much do you know about your mother?"

Mitsui Tsubasa tried his best to make his tone sound calm.

"...Mother..." Futaba whispered vaguely, her voice was hard to hear, "...the one who killed her was... wuwu..."

Mitsui Tsubasa's heart tightened. He knew very well the suffering that Futaba had endured in the past, and decided to reveal the truth to her as soon as possible.

He clenched his hands, quickly organized his thoughts, and then said firmly: "I have solid evidence that your mother was murdered!"

This sentence was like a bombshell, instantly breaking down Sakura Futaba's psychological defenses.

The closet door suddenly trembled, as if she was about to rush out.

But in the end, she failed to take that step, as if she still lacked the courage to face the truth.

"You say that, do you have any evidence?"

Futaba's voice sounded again. Although it was still weak, it no longer had the timidity it had before. Instead, it revealed a hint of imperceptible anger.

Satisfied with her reaction, Mitsui Tsubasa stood up and walked to a corner of the room.

There were diorama drawings of brains hanging all over the place, which seemed out of place in this geeky room.

He carefully took one off and examined it carefully under the viewing light next to him.

"Isn't the evidence right here? 'Cognitive learning', you should be familiar with this term."

Just as he finished speaking, the closet door was suddenly opened with a "swish".

Sakura Futaba rushed out and snatched the photo from his hand.

"Don't touch my things!"

She shouted aggressively, but when she looked up and saw Mitsui Tsubasa's calm eyes, her momentum instantly disappeared.

She was trembling all over and holding the perspective drawing tightly, as if it was her only support.

Then she quickly backed away and hid in the closet, slamming the door shut.

Only then did Mitsui Tsubasa wake up from his dream. He was shocked by Futaba's peculiar appearance and was speechless for a moment.

Her head was wrapped tightly in clothes, looking like a ball, which seemed a little weird in this dim environment.

If you add some blood special effects and suddenly reveal a hideous face, it would be the classic monster image in horror movies.

However, even though she wrapped herself up like this, Futaba still didn't dare to face the outside world, which showed how serious her social phobia had become.

Mitsui Tsubasa shook his head, trying to recover from the shock.

He took a deep breath and said in a calm tone: "Futaba, don't you want to see the truth with your own eyes?"

This time, Sakura Futaba didn't let him wait too long.

Her voice came from the closet. Although it was still a little trembling, it was much firmer than before.

"See it with your own eyes? How is that possible? What are you going to do?"

"It's very simple," Mitsui Tsubasa sat back in his chair, tapping the armrests rhythmically with his hands, "I'm going to show you how to apply cognitive learning. Come here and I'll prove it to you."

The closet was completely silent, without a sound.

Mitsui Tsubasa knew that Sakura Futaba was hesitating again, and in order to further strengthen her courage, he whispered:

"Futaba, I can even tell you who the murderer of your mother is. Don't you want to know the truth?"

There was a slight noise coming from the closet, as if Futaba was moving hesitantly inside.

He didn't rush, just waited quietly.

He believed that Sakura Futaba would be able to overcome her inner fear, just as she overcame difficulties and saved herself time and time again in the parallel world.

As it turns out, he was right.

A few minutes later, the closet door slowly opened again.

Relying on her strong will and desire for the truth, Futaba Sakura finally decided to walk out of the place where she had been hiding.

She staggered to Mitsui Tsubasa, her eyes revealed from layers of clothing, and stared at him without blinking.

"You must keep your word and not lie..."

Mitsui Tsubasa nodded solemnly and promised her, "I can't say that I never lie to people, but this time, I promise I didn't lie to you."

Sakura Futaba pondered his words silently, her hesitation and fear intertwined in her heart.

However, the desire for the truth gradually overcame the fear in his heart.

She took a deep breath, mustered up the courage to ask, "So...what are you going to do?"

"Don't worry, it's not difficult." Mitsui Tsubasa gently extended his right hand, "Just hold my hand, it's that easy."

Is it simple... Sakura Futaba hesitated, she felt that this was not simple.

It must be strange no matter how you think about it, to hold the hand of a stranger who came in uninvited.

What does this have to do with the truth?

But…this person knows cognitive psychology.

…Mother…

She recalled the happy times she spent with her mother, and those warm memories were like a force that drove her to pursue the truth.

She stretched out her right hand tremblingly and gently placed it on Mitsui Tsubasa's hand.

After a while, nothing happened, and Sakura Futaba opened her eyes in confusion.

"You lied to me?" There was a slight tremor in her voice, and it felt like she was about to cry in the next second.

Mitsui Tsubasa sighed softly, he moved his palms, motioning Sakura Futaba to take a closer look.

Only then did Sakura Futaba realize that her right hand was still tucked into her sleeve, tightly grasping the cuff, using the clothing to completely separate the two palms.

"You call that a handshake?"

"This...this...should...also be considered a handshake...right?"

Sakura Futaba felt more and more guilty as she spoke, and she looked away, not daring to look at him.

Mitsui Tsubasa didn't say anything else, just looked at her quietly, waiting for her next move.

Sakura Futaba felt his gaze and felt even more uneasy.

Finally, she compromised and with a reluctant sigh, she stretched her right hand out of her sleeve.

Her palms were white and transparent, like fine porcelain. In the dim room, her palms seemed to have their own light, which made them particularly eye-catching.

It's just a little too thin, and every blue vein is clearly visible.

Mitsui Yi couldn't help but hold her hand. The touch of her slender fingers and soft palm made his heart beat faster.

Chapter 89 I am a partner of justice!

"You, you, you...what are you doing?"

Sakura Futaba asked in a trembling voice, her cheeks slightly red, her eyes lowered, not daring to look him in the eye.

She tried to pull her hand back, but the other person's palm held her tightly like an iron clamp, making her unable to move.

Sakura Futaba's struggle brought Mitsui Tsubasa back to his senses, and he was surprised to find that he had inadvertently held her hand tightly.

His eyes wandered, and a trace of embarrassment flashed through his mind. But he quickly adjusted himself and quickly thought of a reasonable explanation.

He raised his head, looked at Sakura Futaba firmly, and said in a serious tone:

"Don't move. This is an important part of demonstrating cognitive learning."

In order to prevent her from continuing to ask questions and exposing his trick, Mitsui Tsubasa quickly took out his mobile phone and opened the Different World Navigation APP.

A red and black, exaggerated eyeball pattern immediately appeared on the screen, successfully attracting Sakura Futaba's attention.

"What is this?" Sakura Futaba asked curiously.

“This is a specialized tool for cognitive learning.”

Mitsui Tsubasa explained with a smile, while holding Sakura Futaba's hand tightly, his eyes revealing an indescribable tenderness.

"are you ready?"

Sakura Futaba nodded slightly, indicating that she was ready.

So, Mitsui Tsubasa took a deep breath and recited the activation spell in a solemn and mysterious tone:

"Impression space, start."

"Destination matched, starting navigation for you."

The mechanized female voice echoed in the small room.

The confusion on Sakura Futaba's face disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by full surprise.

She watched as the walls of her safe nest flowed and twisted like liquid, invisible ripples spreading in the air, quietly erasing the boundaries between colors.

The whole room seemed to be controlled by an invisible force. The colors blended together like a melting rainbow, creating a chaotic and dreamy scene.

The reality of the scene gradually faded away, replaced by an elevator that was so spacious that it was almost exaggerated.

After seeing the scene in front of her, Sakura Futaba trembled all over.

"This, this is?"

"It is the Impression Space, or 'Everyone's Palace'."

As he spoke, he gently squeezed her hand, trying to give her some comfort.

"Impression space... everyone's palace..."

Sakura Futaba repeated these words, as if savoring their profound meaning.

Suddenly, her body froze, as if struck by some inspiration. She raised her head sharply, and the clothes on her head were scattered due to the violent movement, revealing her waist-length orange hair.

"I understand!" she cried excitedly, "This is the Sea of ​​Souls!"

Mitsui Tsubasa heard this word unexpectedly, and after thinking about it for a while, he felt that it was indeed appropriate.

Perhaps this is how it was named in Isshiki Wakaba's cognitive studies.

As for the impression space...this concept seems to have been first proposed by Mona, but from now on, the copyright belongs to him.

He looked at Sakura Futaba's long orange hair and couldn't help but admire it. This look was so beautiful that it was against the law in the real world.

With his free left hand he quietly picked up a handful of hair and held it in front of his eyes to admire it carefully.

The hair quality is really enviable. Not only does it feel smooth, but even the ends of the hair show no signs of split ends or dryness.

Sakura Futaba was excited for a while, then suddenly realized Mitsui Tsubasa's little move. She paused and quickly grabbed her hair.

However, she forgot that their hands were still holding each other, and with a little force she lifted up Mitsui Tsubasa's hand as well.

The atmosphere became a little awkward for a moment, but fortunately her face was covered so her embarrassed expression could not be seen.

"You, you let me go!"

Mitsui Tsubasa instantly activated Takemiya's bond skill - Look of Disapproval!