[2] MTL Regressor Instruction Manual (side story)

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Returner User Manual Chapter 1158

Suspicion (2)

The first thing that came to my mind after the unusual question was asked was that I had made a huge mistake.

-... ... .

-... ... .

It was too easy to ask sensitive questions to both of us.

'Shit.'

This is a question that Lee Ki-young wouldn't mind asking without even thinking about. I could have expressed it as a joke, as if I were disappointed, or as if I had doubts about her actions.

But from Dummy Kiyoung's perspective, it's different. Dummy Kiyoung should never have asked this question. It was the handshake of all handshakes I threw at the worst possible time.

'How is my breathing? Was it obvious that I am worried? No, I didn't go in right from the beginning.'

She may have noticed it from the moment Kim Hyun-seong said that he didn't recognize me.

I should have thought a little more and looked at her with a mask on.

There was no way she wouldn't feel a sense of discomfort at the words, which were said in an attitude that seemed suspicious and doubtful to anyone.

Even if I approach cautiously, there is a high chance of being noticed... .

'damn it. Shit. damn... .'

In other words, it was as if I was advertising my suspicions that I was a dummy, and this ongoing silence seemed to be giving me the answer.

She also feels uncomfortable. Maybe at this moment, she is contemplating whether or not to press the reset button.

If I really am a dummy.

'I couldn't help it.'

Of course, it is more appropriate to say that it was unavoidable rather than a mistake.

Because in my head, I still thought of Lee Ji-hye as Ji-hye sister.

It is impossible to change the memories that are in my head. She was not the creator of Dummy Kiyoung, but sister Ji-hye, and the Demon King of Sunset Light was also not an enemy, but a returnee of mine that I had created.

It's ridiculous, but even while I'm having doubts, I don't feel good. It makes my head pound that neither Lee Ji-hye nor Kim Hyun-seong see this as Lee Ki-young.

It's an unfamiliar feeling, but I feel like I'm craving a connection.

Even if I try not to think about it, the nervousness doesn't go away. The thought that I might be abandoned is increasingly creeping into my head.

The question of what I would do if I wasn't the real Lee Ki-young never left my mind.

'Shit... .'

"... ... ."

'really... Well, there are all kinds of bullshit situations like this.'

This psychopath... .

-Were you curious about that?

-... ... .

-ah. Just. I thought 'oppa' didn't like it very much. Should I call you oppa from now on? I really... At one point, you told me not to call you oppa because you were younger... So weird. Besides, brother said he is 23 years old over there. To 23-year-old Flower Ki-young, you're not much of an older brother.

'Did she notice?'

I wasn't sure what exactly that she noticed, but I still felt a sense of discomfort in her tone.