Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 658 - 81 My Wendy Has No Problem

Wendy has a problem, and more than one person has mentioned this to Li Mumu.

Li Ya has told her from the beginning that Wendy doesn’t exist.

Yaoqin also reminded her that Wendy is not real.

All of Li Mumu’s knowledge about Wendy comes from the memories of her predecessor.

At the age of four, she saved Wendy from a heretical sect’s sacrificial ritual during a fire, which began their ten-year-long ill-fated relationship.

She has climbed mountains of swords and descended into seas of fire.

Even when she had just transmigrated and couldn’t figure out who she was, Wendy still showed unwavering support, never once saying, "You’re not the friend I used to have."

This is a revolutionary friendship that transcends life and death.

How could I not know she has a problem? If she has a problem, don’t I have one, too?

Where do I get the confidence from, to find faults with her this and that?

Of course, Li Mumu does not completely dismiss Wendy’s problem.

Based on her rich life experiences and knowledge across various domains after she transmigrated to this world, she had already surmised a thing or two.

From the perspective of String Theory, everything is illusory.

This world is not an objective "existence."

Ordinary people might find this concept difficult to grasp, but it only takes a simple analogy.

For regular people, one must go to school, take exams, get into university, graduate, and find a job to earn money and support oneself. This is an essential, irreplaceable part of life.

But some are born wealthy and never have to worry about food and clothing.

So education and employment are not mandatory options for them.

Within the grand conception of "life," "working" is not an objective existence.

Those who love to argue often overlook this point when they quarrel, always using what they believe to be rational objectivity to evaluate the rational objectivity of others.

Similarly, the "people" of this world are not an objective existence.

The living may not necessarily live solidly, and the dead may not truly rest in peace.

Li Mumu has "died" many times on the physical plane of the real world, yet she’s still alive and kicking.

Perhaps Wendy is already dead too, or else her parents wouldn’t have neglected to visit her for so many years, and her family’s mansion wouldn’t have become so dilapidated that it’s infested with rats.

Li Mumu doesn’t know the exact cause of death; she has no such memories, and it could be due to the limited understanding from her young age at the time, unable to comprehend.

Li Mumu never asked.

But Wendy is not completely dead.

In this world, at least one "High-Dimensional String" believes she is still alive.

That is Nyarlathotep, the God of Credit, the ancient deity from outside this realm, whose true name is Nyarlatotep.

The Freud Family, it is said, are Followers of Nyarlathotep, with the entire family enjoying the deity’s favor.

Throughout history, the majority of revered deities have been quite generous and kind to their Followers.

What does it matter if one dies? As long as the leader favors you, you can still be arranged to work overtime in the cursed legion.

And another important factor that allows Wendy to remain in this world is Li Mumu herself.

Although it might not be proper to boast, Li Mumu clearly remembers that when she first transmigrated, Wendy was lying dead right under her nose.

I, the majestic transmigrator, could at least be considered half a High-Dimensional String.

As for why Wendy’s presence became even more diminished after returning to the country, the reason is quite simple: Nyarlathotep’s power has not yet extended to the domestic front, so her patronage is greatly weakened.

It’s like the Korean Wave in later generations; after the ban on Korean entertainment was implemented, it gradually faded from the public’s view. To say it doesn’t exist is definitely not correct, including the fan communities that are still very much alive and kicking.

But in the collective consciousness, it’s essentially declared dead.

Perhaps in the eyes of some who are unaware of the truth, Wendy is just another personality split from Li Mumu’s mind.

Because that’s all they know about—multiple personality disorder.

But Li Mumu is very clear that this has nothing to do with any mental disorder.

Not to brag, but in the field of mental illness, I can be considered an authority.

"Honestly, I can’t make much sense of your Senior Sister Bai’s background."

Wendy said quietly with folded arms, "You know I don’t like to sow discord, but to tell the truth, there’s not a bit of human aura about her. Apart from her human appearance, there really isn’t anything that could categorize her as a normal human being."

Nonsense, what kind of decent person is detained in the depths of the Containment Department, snacking on other contained items?

"I’m going to complain to the principal."

After all, when you’ve already offended her deeply, can you expect her to go easy on you?

Senior Sister Bai obviously isn’t the kind to hem and haw and keep the peace; if I don’t report her quickly, Li Mumu worries that she might twist her head off while she’s sleeping.

"I need to remind you, you’re being very irrational right now."

"What part of me is irrational?"

"Ever since you read Wang Yunxiao’s will, you’ve been very irrational."

Wendy shrugged and said, "Like a squirrel whose stored nuts have been stolen, filled with ire."

"That’s not a will. At most, it’s just a loafer in the Jianghu World who got crippled by someone else’s talk of duty to family and country, and then became self-congratulatory in his crime confession."

"You’re free to interpret it any way you want."

Women never really make sense, especially those who’ve got men on their minds.

Wendy couldn’t be bothered to argue with her.

"Since your Senior Sister Bai doesn’t like me, then I just won’t come to school anymore, how about that?"

"How about that? Do you think this place is boring?"

"It’s okay."

Wendy thought about it seriously and nodded, "It’s much more interesting than the Church high school we used to attend in Cypher. There are a lot of interesting people to watch here."

"Well, there you go. We’re paying to study here. The donations my dad made to the school could buy ten student profiles. If anyone should leave, it should be that Bai person. Why should we leave?"

"I meant I would leave."

Wendy looked into Li Mumu’s eyes seriously and said, "You should be aware that what she said isn’t wrong. My staying here is like a time bomb for you, never knowing when it will explode."

"You already have many new friends. You don’t need to cling to me like a mama’s boy who can’t leave his mother. Nyarlathotep’s patronage can’t be simply divided into good and evil. Maybe one day you’ll have a brain aneurysm..."

"You’re starting to distrust me, Wendy."

Li Mumu snorted coldly, "You’re worried I’ll forsake friends for love, aren’t you?"

"I won’t deny that. You have too much on your mind right now. And my suspicions about you also bring the risk of a collapse in trust."

The tentacles writhing in the shadow behind Wendy were almost like sibilant whispers, as if mocking.

"Affections always spoil, from all sorts of perspectives."