Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki

Following Shokuhou Misaki closely, he placed the password Aleister had given him next to her.

"This is the password."

"After deleting Misaka Mikoto's gene map, remember to completely delete the records as well."

"I know."

Shokuhou Misaki glanced at it briefly, and then her fair hands danced rapidly across the keyboard as if playing piano keys.

In just a few seconds, the screen on the computer returned to its original page.

Shokuhou Misaki also stood up from the chair again.

"Alright, everything is solved."

It was clear that Shokuhou Misaki was quite relaxed.

Obviously, Misaka Mikoto's gene map had put a lot of psychological pressure on her, and now that Shokuhou Misaki could solve it herself, her psychological pressure was greatly relieved.

"Then now is the time for me to give you a real gift."

"Are you ready to accept this gift?"

Haramura Makoto bowed slightly, extended his hand, and made an inviting gesture.

Shokuhou Misaki also shyly placed her hand in Haramura Makoto's hand.

"I'm ready."

Chapter 183: No More Hesitation

Although it's a bit of a regret to say this, it's true that the only gift Shokuhou Misaki received from Haramura Makoto, besides the ring she is currently wearing, was nothing else.

As for the things Haramura Makoto bought for her while shopping, they certainly can't be considered gifts.

If it's not a surprise, it can't be called a gift.

Well, at least that's how Shokuhou Misaki sees it.

Now her mood can be described as very excited.

She is very much looking forward to what kind of gift Haramura Makoto is going to give her.

"So, are you ready?"

Taking Shokuhou Misaki's soft, boneless hand, Haramura Makoto's face was full of smiles.

"I'm ready."

Shokuhou Misaki tiptoed and leaned towards Haramura Makoto, pressing herself against his body.

"Time travel is about to begin."

A jet-black hole slowly unfolded beneath Haramura Makoto's feet, and the two of them, like drowning people sinking into a swamp, slowly disappeared into the gap in time and space.

Above the laboratory, the driver uncle, who was still waiting in the factory, watched the container where the two had disappeared.

"When will the young lady and young master Haramura come out?"

...

The walls were all silver, and everywhere exuded the luster of steel. The corridors were wide enough for about four to five people to walk side by side.

Ahead was another door that looked very thick, and it was clear at a glance that the security level was very high.

In such a space, a jet-black crack was like a vertical pupil suddenly unfolding in the space, revealing endless deep darkness inside.

Inside that crack, there was not only darkness, but upon closer inspection, there seemed to be countless presences like red eyes.

Just staring at it would make one's hair stand on end.

"Where is this?"

Shokuhou Misaki walked out of it, looked around, and a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes.

Honestly, she was already in a good mood today after solving a major event.

But seeing the surrounding environment, her mood worsened again.

There was no way, this was too different from the environment she had imagined.

Before coming out, she thought that the surprise Haramura Makoto had prepared for her was a candlelight dinner, flowers, and a bed covered with rose petals.

She had spent a long time preparing herself mentally.

Preparing to hand herself over to Haramura Makoto completely and perfectly.

After all, in these few days, the intimate contact with Haramura Makoto, except for the last step, everything that should and shouldn't have been done had already been done.

She was also tired of the feeling of sore wrists every day.

Who would have thought it would be like this.

This was too far from the scene she had imagined.

"Alright, don't be in a hurry to be disappointed."

"I guarantee you'll definitely like what I've prepared for you."

"As for what you're thinking, we can do it anytime."

Haramura Makoto chuckled and gently scratched Shokuhou Misaki's delicate nose.

Having been in contact with Shokuhou Misaki for so long, Haramura Makoto could tell what she was thinking with just one glance.

"What thinking..."

Shokuhou Misaki's face immediately turned red, and she couldn't help but spit at Haramura Makoto.

"All day long, you only know how to think about these improper things."

"Who exactly is thinking about improper things?"

Haramura Makoto complained weakly, but at the same time, his hands didn't stop moving, and he entered the password in front of the iron door.

The heavy alloy door slowly opened to both sides.

Many large test tubes that looked like fish tanks came into view, and the tubes were filled with some kind of unknown thick blue liquid.

But among these test tubes, only one was different.

A naked little girl was floating inside.

She had shoulder-length light brown hair, her eyes were tightly closed, and her body was a little thin, looking like she was malnourished.

That's right, she looked very much like someone.

Very much like those Misaka sisters he had just separated from, who looked exactly alike.

"How about this surprise?"

"Do you like it?"

Haramura Makoto quickly moved his gaze away and turned to look at Shokuhou Misaki.

But the expected look of surprise and amazement on Shokuhou Misaki's face didn't appear. Instead, she looked at him speechlessly.

Ah? This reaction seems a bit off.

"Are you telling me you brought me here just to see that idiot's clone's naked body?"

Well, she was already a little angry now.

Shokuhou Misaki could tell her boyfriend very clearly that she was angry.

It was already one thing that the flowers, dinner, and candles she had imagined were nowhere to be found, but now she was being made to look at the naked body of her nemesis?

What was there to see in a mere flat chest.

There wasn't even a bit of meat on her body, like a shriveled balloon.

Her skin wasn't as lustrous as her own skin either.

"You misunderstood."

He finally knew what Shokuhou Misaki's reaction meant.

Haramura Makoto waved his hand with a somewhat wry smile.

"No matter how you think about it, I couldn't possibly deliberately provoke you like this, I don't have any masochistic tendencies."

"You should know that those Misaka sisters who were manufactured at the same time have the same brainwaves, and their memories are shared."

Haramura Makoto's expression was indeed very serious, and the serious Shokuhou Misaki also put away the warmth on her face, and then nodded lightly.

"Of course I know, so what?"

She wanted to see what kind of explanation her boyfriend could give her.

If this explanation didn't suit her fancy, she would ignore him for a week, no, three days, alright, just one day.

"I have completely understood why you are angry because of Misaka Mikoto."

"Besides her ability, it's also that girl, Dolly, Misaka Mikoto's replica, who once walked into your heart and eventually disappeared, right?"

This time Shokuhou Misaki was really not angry, but her face turned into a silent expression.

She didn't know where her boyfriend had learned about the past that she wanted to hide.

But she believed that her boyfriend would never deliberately poke at her sore spots.

So he must have his own reasons for saying this.

"There is such a person, so what?"

Haramura Makoto didn't answer directly, but slowly walked towards the culture dish containing the replica, and reached out to gently knock on the glass cover.

The cover immediately made a crisp sound, and the blue liquid inside also rippled.

"This replica is the same model as Dolly, which means her brainwaves are exactly the same as Dolly's."

"Is this gift a surprise?"

"..."

Shokuhou Misaki was completely stunned. Haramura Makoto's words completely stunned her.

The same brainwaves, the same brainwaves will be shared.

In other words, this replica in front of her recorded all the memories of her and Dolly's time together.

This involves a somewhat metaphysical question.

Is memory the main body of a person, or is the body the main body of a person?

If this person is dead, but his memory is resurrected in another person's body, he remembers all his past memories, whether it is behavior or emotion, is exactly the same as before.

Can it be said with certainty that he is dead?

To use another analogy, a person loses all his memories, and it is certain that he will never find these memories again.

He has forgotten all his relatives, lovers, and friends.

Can such a person still be said to be alive?

Shokuhou Misaki didn't bother to care about what other people thought. As a user of 'Mental Out,' at least in her heart, memory can carry all of a person's past.

Memory is the main body of a person.

She had always wondered if she could have realized Dolly's truth earlier, and saved Dolly's memory in advance, could she have resurrected Dolly?

Now this opportunity was presented to her.

The replica carrying Dolly's memory had appeared.

"Is this... real...?"

Shokuhou Misaki walked forward in disbelief, and a pair of slender, fair hands trembled as they stroked the culture dish, looking as if she wanted to reach through the glass and directly touch the face inside.

"Of course it's real."

"And because she didn't use Zid-02, Riz-13, Hel-03 and other drugs to accelerate her own growth, her lifespan is much longer than that of ordinary replicas, at least living for ten or twenty years, it's about the same."

"As for what happens after that, we can only rely on ourselves to find a way."

Haramura Makoto spread his hands.