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

He is a genius for advancing two community relations at once!

Suzui Shiho looked at Mitsui Tsubasa with gratitude.

This senior is such a nice person that he even came to remind her.

She suddenly realized that she didn't know the senior's name. So, she lowered her head shyly and asked in a voice as thin as a mosquito's buzz:

"Thank you, Senior. I will be careful. But...um...can I ask your name?"

"My name is Mitsui Tsubasa."

"Mitsui Tsubasa-senpai, I'll remember that. Thank you so much!"

Suzui Shiho bowed deeply to him, then stood there at a loss, with his hands clasped together, not knowing what to say.

She's really bad at getting along with strangers.

Seeing her uneasiness and embarrassment, Mitsui Tsubasa did not embarrass her any further. He waved his hand gently and turned to leave.

Sakura Futaba was also present, so he couldn't directly change her perception, so the matter of becoming "good friends" could only be put on hold for the time being...

Wait, where is Sakura Futaba?!

He was startled and looked around hurriedly, only to find that she had disappeared.

"Sakura Futaba?" He called out tentatively. How could a living person disappear right under his nose!

“…I’m here…”

A vague voice came from the corner. He breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the sound.

Then his face turned black.

I saw Sakura Futaba slowly walking out from behind the half-open door.

"What are you doing hiding here?"

"I don't know. By the time I realized it, I had already hidden it."

Sakura Futaba looked at him innocently, as if she didn't know why she was hiding there.

Mitsui Tsubasa sighed in his heart and didn't dare to blame her too much. After all, this was a psychological problem that needed to be slowly guided and treated.

"Let's go, we're done here."

He took Sakura Futaba and said goodbye to Suzui Shiho, then turned and left the room.

Seeing their figures disappear outside the door, Suzui Shiho finally breathed a sigh of relief. She recalled the conversation with Mitsui Tsubasa and once again felt that the senior was really a good person.

Mitsui Tsubasa... Hey, isn't this the name of the person that Senior Shinjima is going to ask for help? If that's the case, wouldn't it be more convenient for me to go directly to Senior?

I can’t figure it out, forget it, I’d better go talk to Xing first, she has always been very opinionated.

Chapter 91: Wen Yan's Hope

At the entrance to the dark impression space, Sakura Futaba's figure looked particularly lonely.

Mitsui Tsubasa stood beside her, softly explaining the elusive connection between the shadow self and the real self.

As he explained, Sakura Futaba's brows furrowed more and more, and her eyes revealed unspeakable fear.

She seemed to have thought of something, but she didn't dare to think about it too deeply. The possibility was too cruel, making her almost unable to breathe.

She opened her mouth hesitantly, wanting to express her guess, but was afraid to face the cruel reality.

Mitsui Tsubasa noticed her hesitation and uneasiness. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

"Just as you worry, if the shadow self is destroyed directly, the real self will lose all desire and motivation to live, and may eventually die suddenly or commit suicide."

He paused, his voice getting heavier, "I call this phenomenon 'wasteification'."

"Mother……"

Sakura Futaba murmured in pain, holding her head in her hands and squatting on the ground.

The tragic scenes that she had witnessed and the terrible term "wastefulness" intertwined into a dark nightmare in her mind.

Is this the truth she has been looking for?

Her mother had suffered such a cruel injury.

Unforgivable!

Anger and grief surged into her heart like a torrent, and Sakura Futaba clenched her teeth, trying to keep herself awake.

She looked up at Mitsui Tsubasa, her eyes red as blood.

"who is it?"

She squeezed out these two words with all her strength.

Facing her angry eyes, Mitsui Tsubasa just shook his head silently.

Sakura Futaba rushed over in frustration and grabbed his clothes, shouting at the top of her lungs: "Tell me, who is it? You said you know the real murderer!"

Mitsui Tsubasa was neither angry nor resisting, and let her grab his clothes.

He just reached out and gently placed his hand on her head, his voice gentle but firm: "I can tell you the truth, but what about after that? What are you going to do?"

Sakura Futaba's body stiffened slightly, and her hands turned white due to excessive force. She panted heavily, but felt more and more out of breath.

She tried to calm down, but found her mind was in a mess and she couldn't think at all.

Childhood memories flooded into her mind like a tide. Those once warm and happy scenes now became so glaring and cruel.

My head hurts, as if the whole world is collapsing.

She hated the murderer and herself for being powerless.

Mitsui Tsubasa had been paying close attention to Sakura Futaba's emotional changes. Noticing her abnormal emotions, he immediately interrupted her thoughts.

He gently held Sakura Futaba in his arms, feeling her slight resistance but not letting go.

"The reason why I came to you and decided to uncover the truth is because I have found a way to make those evil people receive the punishment they deserve."

“The power of cognitive learning depends on the person who uses it.

In the hands of evil people, it can lead to the tragedy of 'disablement';

But in the hands of good and righteous people, it can also become a shining force that guides people on the path of repentance.”

He explained in detail the method of "repentance" and the possible positive effects it may bring.

As Mitsui Tsubasa continued to speak, Sakura Futaba's body gradually stopped trembling.

After a long while, she finally mustered up the courage to raise her head and gaze into his eyes. In those deep eyes, she saw a determined light.

Mitsui Tsubasa smiled and nodded, gently pulling her towards the elevator.

"Let's return to reality first. Impression space will amplify people's negative emotions, which is not good for your current state."

Sakura Futaba let him pull her along, those warm and hopeful words still echoing in her mind.

It was not until the elevator door slowly opened and endless light poured into her eyes that she turned to look at the figure that blended into the light, appearing so dazzling.

After returning to her familiar home, Sakura Futaba felt much calmer.

Thinking of her previous rude behavior, she apologized in a low voice in shame, lowered her head in embarrassment, and then involuntarily glanced at the closet.

It's so embarrassing, I want to hide...

At this moment, Mitsui Tsubasa noticed her uneasiness, and gently pushed the computer chair towards her, motioning her to sit down, while he himself sat on the edge of the bed.

He looked at Sakura Futaba with a smile, and said gently: "Let's talk, I'll tell you the next arrangements."

Sakura Futaba hesitated for a moment, but finally sat down on the chair nervously.

She sat upright with her hands neatly placed flat on her legs, like a student being stared at by a teacher.

Mitsui Tsubasa sorted out his thoughts and said:

"In addition to the Impression Space, which is the palace for everyone, there are also some individuals with extremely twisted hearts who will be excluded and build their own exclusive 'palace'. For example, you, Sakura Futaba!"

Sakura Futaba shuddered when she heard that, she couldn't believe her ears.

"Me? Is it really me?"

Mitsui Tsubasa nodded with a look of reminiscence on his face.

"Yes, it is you. I have personally explored your temple and communicated with your shadow self. That is why I said that I have a promise with 'you'."

This news was too shocking for Sakura Futaba, and it took her several minutes to barely accept the reality.

Then her curiosity was aroused.

"Well...what does my shadow self look like?"

A playful smile flashed across Mitsui Tsubasa's face, and he replied:

"She looks exactly like you, but with one small difference. She dresses in a very unique way - she wears a very revealing Egyptian princess costume."

"Impossible!" Sakura Futaba jumped up immediately, waving her hands in the air, "I would never wear something like that!"

There was a hint of cuteness in her intense reaction, which made Mitsui Tsubasa unable to help but look at her a few more times.

Sakura Futaba was excited for a long time before she sat down again panting, with her legs naturally curled up on the chair, presenting a cute squatting posture.

Mitsui Tsubasa admired her appearance with a smile on his face.

"You'll understand once you see it with your own eyes. I personally quite like that style."

Sakura Futaba turned her head away and ignored him. After a while, she couldn't help but ask:

"When are we going to see her? Now?"

Mitsui Tsubasa took out his cell phone and glanced at the memo.

"Tomorrow morning. I have another companion to take with me. Don't worry, she is a very gentle female doctor. Maybe you even know her."

When she heard that there were other people involved, Sakura Futaba's social phobia flared up again, and she held her head in her hands, trembling.

"Remember to prepare a set of clothes suitable for sports, and leave the rest to me."

Mitsui Tsubasa comforted him, patting his chest for reassurance.

"It's almost 7 o'clock. I should go. It will be hard to explain if Sojiro comes back and sees me here."

Sakura Futaba raised her head sharply, "Do you know Sojiro too?"

"Of course I know him. I also brought you some curry rice, remember to heat it up before eating." He pointed casually at the lunch box on the table.

Then he moved his finger sideways, pointing to the three computers on the table.

"Your computer equipment is all up to date. Do you like playing games?"

Sakura Futaba nodded hesitantly. Games are her spiritual food and she lives on them!

"What a coincidence, I like it too, let's play games together in our free time in the future."

Sakura Futaba nodded quickly. She was very good at this and there would be absolutely no problem.

Feeling that the atmosphere was just right, Mitsui Tsubasa stood up and prepared to bow out.

He walked up to Sakura Futaba and gently placed his hand on her head, like a priest blessing a believer.

"Sakura Futaba, your life is not a one-player game. When you feel painful and confused, it doesn't matter if you stop moving forward.

Because there will always be someone like me who can break in and get you out of trouble.”

After saying this, he gently opened the door and walked out, his footsteps gradually fading away in the corridor.

Sakura Futaba squatted quietly on the chair, always maintaining the same posture.

After a long time, she slowly stretched out her hands from her sleeves and spread them out in front of her eyes.

I can still feel his warmth in my palms.

However, as this warmth faded, a sense of inexplicable loss arose in her heart.

It doesn’t matter, she comforted herself, as long as she could endure it for one more night, the truth would be revealed tomorrow.

"Mom...I didn't kill her..."

The hot tears flowed silently, ran down the cheeks and dripped onto the floor, forming small water stains.

Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest, each beat bringing a dull pain.