Chapter 549: The mind's eye further shrinks with bodily age

NO．132：The mind's eye further shrinks with bodily age

What are you and the Energy Angels plotting that could get Aomo to come to me for help?

I was still figuring out how to speak, but you interrogated me first; it's been a long time since I've seen this situation, De ke sa si.

Walking ahead, La pu lan de looked back in surprise.

Is Lin dun already worth your active concern? You couldn't really be a shotacon, could you?

The bad old habit of taking a word from recent chat logs and using it outright really does have outstanding adaptability.

But she also has the right to refuse to adapt, just like the title she is uttering now.

De ke sa si, it's a surname and also a callsign.

To the Energy Angels, using callsigns is a job requirement, and moreover a habit.

But now they are also trying to break the habit, using each other's given names outside work, which feel much more awkward than the callsigns.

La pu lan de, who has no actual work duties, ought to do better, but she still calls De ke sa si De ke sa si.

De ke sa si is indeed a surname, but also a callsign of extraordinary meaning, constructed from combined meanings to form the De ke sa si in La pu lan de's eyes.

But La pu lan de is the opposite.

Everyone calls La pu lan de's given name pnd, which is the name, having discarded the family surname, representing only La pu lan de's callsign and title.

Every time one is called, it is a kind of external alarm.

The alarm is that she is La pu lan de.

After the ore disease was cured, in this land lacking decent gangs, she who had followed De ke sa si's footsteps here once had a moment—losing her life's goal.

Also only that moment.

Because of this name, this title, it can remind her of her original self.

She is La pu lan de.

The tranquil land cannot assimilate her, the peaceful land cannot corrode her; she carries a wildness akin to the wilderness, walking through this civilized jungle like a wolf that cannot be tamed.

Far purer than the beast master lurking in the shadows beside her, who comes from the barren earth.

By contrast, the De ke sa si she constantly watches refines that wildness further, forging it into another form.

I can hardly imagine what would make him seek my help," she replied in La pu lan de's teasing, near‑insulting words, her tone calm as an AI student discussing a thesis.

Utterly dull, like a stone whose edges have been blunted by reality.

Seeing this, La pu lan de wasn't angry either, merely saying in her usual slightly provocative tone:

Then you really do understand him.

Don't you understand him?" De ke sa si said lightly, "He did save you, didn't he?"

What logic is there that being saved means you must understand him? You haven't gone mad, have you, De ke sa si?

You won't fail to investigate someone who piques your interest," Qie lie ni na said lightly.

And at that Gospel class's DJ performance, many truly got to know him.

That's also true.

La pu lan de had to admit that anyone who saw that demon commanding everything from the DJ stage, wild and frenzied, could gain something if they paid attention.

That youth always keeps himself wrapped up tight in public, rarely revealing a corner of his inner self.

But when she glimpsed that corner, La pu lan de could also become more confident in her speculation.

More crazy than myself, more indifferent than Mo si ti ma, more natural than De ke sa si, at first glance resembling a peer, but actually more twisted, deserving the label 'monster'.

Perhaps only this world could breed such an extreme oddity.

Indeed, those who harbor deep distortion and simultaneously possess rationality that suppresses it are not rare; indeed, they are common.

Seen everywhere.

In peaceful times and law‑abiding societies, there are many who seem ordinary but harbor thoughts of Hei'an, evil, filth, and obscenity.

People always possess both good and evil, and many are those who keep their inner Hei'an in check and act as good members of society.

What is truly astonishing is not this inner structure, but the degree of distortion capable of embracing and taming monsters, and the rationality that surpasses it.

An environment capable of breeding this Hei'an is absolutely out of the ordinary.

And likewise.

The willpower to suppress this Hei'an is even more unimaginable.

Seeing such purity in La pu lan de, only then, while they each lack sufficient overlap, does she pay frequent attention to Aomo.

Otherwise, with her eyes seeing only De ke sa si and everything else besides De ke sa si, she would never be invited into anything like the 'Aomo 80 group'.

Although they have acted together before, and she was even saved by Aomo, aside from that their overlap is not much.

It hasn't even reached the enthusiasm of 'Prank? Add me!'.

Aomo still harbors some doubts, but De ke sa si understands everything.

After all, she and La pu lan de are not just old acquaintances, but also rivals and friends.

Besides your best friend, the one who understands you best is more likely to be the arch‑enemy you've faced off against to this day.

Whether La pu lan de can occupy that position is hard to say.

After all, De ke sa si, as the most story‑protagonist‑like figure in Penguin Logistics, can also be seen as the core of the relationship network; 'girlfriend' really does apply to many.

Even in terms of seniority, the female head of the Luo sai di family could also match La pu lan de.

But if speaking of the latter, La pu lan de can step forward without hesitation.

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Just as La pu lan de was about to test something, De ke sa si took the initiative, using the young colleague she had just picked up as a topic to catch La pu lan de off guard.

Making the other's fingers pause while playing with miniature cargo: 'That guy is indeed interesting; in my former land I hadn't yet seen such a thing.'

So let me remind you, the way you make friends should be more normal," De ke sa si said coldly, "this time it's not just habitual; she really can't put on a good face: 'Not many can tolerate your temperament.'

She counts as one, Lapulande's dad counts as one, the doctor of Luodedao also counts as one, a certain lady from the hometown also counts as one — besides that —

Then there are no more.

Even though Lapulande is on Luodedao, where extraordinary people are as numerous as clouds, she doesn't have many friends.

Even the members of Penguin Logistics are only because of Dekesasisi's sake, inevitably often seen, often in contact, thus considered to have forcedly cultivated some camaraderie.

That enthusiasm, just like her hair colour, the angelic Leimoule, moreover is able to not forget to bring her along when causing trouble —

— Looks like she has somewhat the air of boon companions, but if one were to truly face Lapulande's nature, the angelic aspect still falls short.

"Is that so? I think that guy doesn't matter either," Lapulande said, habitually stubborn, "He and the doctor of Luodedao are somewhat alike in some sense."

"If you think that way." Dekesasisi also habitually gave up.

Anyway, this guy is unmanageable, and similar examples aren't just one or two; she just hopes the other person can have a friend besides herself.

Just like that radical emoji pack I once saw Kesong post in the group: I can't possibly always be your xx, xx, xx, and xxx whatever.

Although it hasn't reached that point, lately Lapulande's frequency of annoying her has been increasing.

Today it's rare to not see people; she doesn't expect them to be normal, but at least she hopes for a decent friend.

Don't keep knowing Zhaluo (Beastmaster in the Shadow) that sort of indescribable guy.

"You're about to derail the topic, aren't you considering explaining those commissions you took yesterday?" Lapulande said, tossing the thing in her hand.

"Death Moniya, Dalasi, blood ball," Lapulande said, reciting them as if they were her own knowledge, "Sending such stuff, no wonder you'd take out the outfit Luosadi prepared for you, aren't you hot? Aomo guy also doesn't mind the smell on your feet."

"Aomo told you?" Dekesasisi selectively ignored the last sentence, his expression twitched, yet he still exposed the other's pretension of being an old scholar.

"Ha, you guess? The internet in this world is still quite developed, and image recognition engines are many."

"Looks like it was Aomo who said that."

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"... " Inside the house, the boy who was scooping rice suddenly raised his head, wanting to but stopping, with supreme willpower suppressing the urge to sneeze.

"How's it going? Want Sis Lei to feed you rice!"

"

"Surname Lei?"

Although his body has become small, his little mouth still not very friendly, little Aomo looks suspicious.

"I just suffered a little backlash; I guess Dekesasisi is about to be questioned by Lapulande."

"Huh? What did you do?"

"We should ask her what she did; she brought Lapulande in to torment me, I could also let Lapulande go find her."