Siren Blade

Chapter 4 Return to the Nameless Mountain

Blue Bird found a street corner to stop running, and at the same time let go of me.I took a few breaths on my knees and looked up at her hands.Not long ago, she held the dazzling Thunder Sword in her hand.That's a power I've never seen in any non-fiction book or news.

"You know how to use superpowers... the things about using spells, and the things about demons... I should not disclose them casually." I asked, "is there any confidentiality clause? Can you tell me?" Me, let me be cautious in my words and deeds in the future?"

Her reaction was beyond my expectation again, "No."

"No?" I was surprised.

"You can say whatever you want," she said.

"You mean that even if I tell others, they won't believe me, so it doesn't matter to you?" I recalled my experience of reporting crimes.

She denied, "That's not true."

"Then is it possible that when you cast the spell just now, I can still take pictures and videos for proof?"

"You can take photos to keep your certificate, and you can also make videos."

"You can't still allow me to upload to the Internet."

"It can be uploaded."

She looked at me with a smile, which made me unsure of her true attitude.How could it be possible for me to really allow me to spread supernormal event information casually? Could it be that her subtext is: Although I can do whatever I want, if I really dare to do whatever I want, the witcher department will dare to do whatever I want to get rid of me?
"If you have the opportunity to become a demon hunter, you will know the truth in a short time." She briefly brought up the topic, "I also know that you really want to find out the specific method of joining the demon hunter department and the necessary relevant qualities Don't worry, when the demon hunter incident is over, I will popularize some common sense about demon hunters with you, and recommend you to the headquarters. But whether you can pass the test or not depends on your own efforts."

I tried my best to look correct, "I see, thank you."

Does the relevant quality of a demon hunter refer to the "awareness" she mentioned before?But since she said that she would spread the word to me later, it is not easy for me to ask on the spot.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" she asked.

"About what I mentioned before... my classmates who disappeared five years ago, and the young girl who disappeared a month ago, could they also be killed by demons?" I asked.

"Well, it's the latter first, I think it's unlikely. According to the clues in my hand, the devil should have wandered near the Wuming Mountain in the last few days, so at least the case of the young girl's disappearance has nothing to do with him." She thought , while answering, "As for your classmate who disappeared five years ago... She looks similar to the young girl who mysteriously disappeared for no reason, and disappeared successively on the same mountain. Maybe there is some secret in it... But it should also be related to the devil It doesn't matter."

really irrelevant?I haven't forgotten that she once mentioned that the demon first appeared five years ago, in April of [-].

In April of [-]...it was also the time when the school organized a mountain-climbing spring outing, and the front desk disappeared at that time.

Once I diverge my thinking in this direction, I always feel that I can't help but make some extremely outrageous assumptions.

Blue Bird suddenly said: "Actually, I also have a question I want to ask you."

"What's the problem?" I cheered up.

"Why do you want to climb the nameless mountain? Judging by your muscle distribution, you probably don't have sports hobbies like mountain climbing." She scanned my whole body up and down, making me feel as if I was naked, and the clothes were useless under her gaze, " Just because a classmate disappeared there five years ago? Are you on good terms with her?"

"This..." I was a little hesitant, but I still said, "I used to have a crush on her."

"Oh?" Her ears perked up.No way, can someone really move their ears like that?

She asked enthusiastically: "And then? What happened between you? Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't answer. I'm just asking, just asking!"

You don't have the "it's okay if you don't answer" attitude at all.I silently slandered her.But after all, that happened many years ago, and I don't need to hide it.

I slowly closed my eyes, and while I was preparing the manuscript, the old days of reading with the front desk appeared in my consciousness.

Back then, the reason why I had a crush on the front table was that there was no complicated reason or wonderful story, it was purely because she was good-looking.

This reason is very superficial, but in reality, how can there be so many profound youth love stories, and I am nothing more than a member of the majority.When I was in adolescence, I was extremely lacking in immunity to the beautiful opposite sex so close to me, so I quickly became a servant at the front table in my inner world, but I still insisted on being her lukewarm on the surface It's just a classmate at the back table.I still remember that I once read an excerpt from Qian Zhongshu in a certain digest magazine, which described my psychology at that time quite profoundly. Has a urinal-like dirty obscenity, and also has a dream that is so beautiful that it is unrealistic.At that time, I was nothing more than a collection of such contradictions. I projected my contradictory and dirty obscenity unrestrainedly onto many good-looking girls in my life, and the front desk was one of the victims.

One part of my impression of her is that in summer, in the back seat, through her thin white T-shirt and school uniform, I can vaguely see the little vest she wears inside, the black and smooth ponytail and a little sweat The nape of her neck, the faint fragrance of shampoo and shower gel that she exudes when she stands up and sits back, the delicate collarbone and tender white skin deep inside when she leans over to pick up erasers.

In her spare time, she sometimes reads magazines at the front desk, and sometimes hums songs unconsciously. A very warm melody that projects large swirling spots of light on the grass.

Since I have such a good impression of her, it is inevitable that I pay more attention in school, but if other students find out that I miss her, it will definitely become an enduring joke in the class.It's not how funny it is that I like her, it's just the atmosphere of adolescent boys and girls.But I really wanted to talk to her and wanted her to pay attention to me. At that time, my grades in English class were still good, so I tried to overwhelm her with her best grades in English class.She probably didn't notice my "unpredictable intentions", and in turn, she took the initiative to ask me how my grades were, and wanted to "compete" with me.

Such good times only lasted for a while.In April [-], the class went to Wuming Mountain for a spring outing.Before officially climbing the mountain, there was a small commotion at the foot of the mountain. The usually quiet front desk actually quarreled with other students.

I went to inquire, and it turned out that I didn't know who put the love letter in the backpack on the front desk.Just posting love letters is enough, she is so good-looking, there must be a lot of boys who have a crush on her like me.However, the problem is that the love letter was a fake love letter written to me by someone else under the guise of her name, and it was discovered by other people "by chance".She really couldn't hold back her depression and anger, she taunted a few classmates who joined in the fun, and then got angry at me again, presumably to draw a line with me in public in this way.Unfortunately, for some reason, I had a cold war with my parents at that time, and I was in a bad mood, and I was treated harshly by her, and finally we broke up with her.

Later, when she officially climbed the mountain, she hung far behind the team, probably in a state of anger, but unfortunately things happened because of this.When I was about to reach the top of the mountain, I looked back again, but I never saw her again.

If I were more or less sympathetic to her feelings, wouldn't this result?
Although I rationally judged that I was not at fault and that it was nothing more than an unfortunate accident, I couldn't really let go of it anyway.So I decided to sneak into the mountains to look for her, but as I said at the beginning, not only did I find nothing, but I almost lost myself.

What a shame.

"Really? But you are in trouble to save the girl you like." After I briefly explained my past in a few words, Qingniao retorted, "Although the approach was quite reckless, the starting point was courageous. "

"It's nothing more than being a hero."

"No one is born a hero, they all show off at the beginning." She stared straight at me, "You are not ashamed at all."

"Thank you for the compliment." I said noncommittally.

However, I'm also really awkward.If she laughed at me a few words, I would not feel it; but she encouraged me like this, but made me feel that I would lose my words if I said too much.

"Okay, let's stay here." She looked at the time, then put away her phone, and said majesticly, "I'm going to go up the mountain to look for the devil, and once I find it, I'll be executed on the spot!"

"See you next time, then," I said.

She waved at me and turned around.

"Wait a minute." I called out to her.

She looked back suspiciously.

"Come on." I said.

She smiled and made a gesture to show her arm muscles, then turned and left.
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Since the task of solving the demon man has been handed over to the demon hunter Qingniao, I have nothing to do near Wuming Mountain.But after all, I was worried, and wanted to use "seeing the return of the blue bird" as a signal for the event to officially end.Moreover, Qingniao also said that she would popularize common knowledge about demon hunters for me after solving the demon man, so I should wait for her at the foot of the mountain no matter what the reason is.

Fortunately, there is a hotel here in Wuming Mountain Scenic Area, so I stayed here.

I sat on the bed in the single room, it was already dark outside the window, I wonder if the blue bird is still looking for the devil in the mountains at this time.I always had a superhero movie filter about her and her Witcher unit after seeing her immense strength and occasional rambunctiousness.But reality is not a movie, and superheroes sometimes miss, I hope she can go smoothly.

I flatten my body on the bed and let my mind go.

Suddenly, I remembered something.I should probably have consulted the blue bird about this, but there were so many shocking and confusing things that happened today that the thing that was always on my mind has been thrown out of my mind.

This incident was a strange dream that I had never forgotten before. In the dream, I always hugged the soft and pale female body in the mountains and forests, and had sex with the "it" that seemed human but not human.

I don't know the true identity of "it" until now, and I haven't even touched a scaly claw, but the impact of "it" on my life is not limited to the high-intensity "" sexual harassment".

This "influence" is difficult for me to describe in detail, but in a nutshell, ever since I had this strange dream, I have completely lost my desire for women.

It's not a physical problem, it's a psychological one.It would be an exaggeration to say that it is psychogenic impotence. My related functions are still functioning normally, but for some reason I cannot feel lust for all the women in my life and on the screen.Of course, there is no problem with my aesthetics. I can still tell which women are good-looking and where they are good-looking, but I just can't produce "congested" feelings.If I have to say it, it's the feeling that the "hobby" is completely out of line.It's like the person who likes the plump opposite sex sees the skinny one, and the person who likes the petite opposite sex sees the tall one, and my psychological symptoms may be even worse than this.Some time ago, I watched the movie with great relish, but now I can't feel the slightest emotion when I watch it.

On the contrary, in the dream, facing that human-like but not-human thing, I regained the burning desire—no, rather than saying that I recovered the desire, it’s better to say that the me in the dream has completely become Another person.

It is said that in some rural ghost stories, some evil spirits will sneak into men's dreams, mimic the appearance of beautiful women, and absorb energy in an obscene way.

Could it be that the reason why I lose my desire for women in reality is because I was sucked away too much in my dream?This is quite in line with the thinking of some classical ghost novels.

But why did you choose the background in that mountain forest? Why did "it" find itself?

Or is it that "it" is not an unknown evil thing, but the ghost at the front desk, who wants to punish me who was rescued alone?

Wait until the next time you see Blue Bird, and consult her again.

With doubts and plans in mind, I slowly fell asleep.

But this time, I didn't have that erotic dream again.

New dreams visited my consciousness.It was a very monotonous dream.In the dream, I was walking alone in the endless darkness.Looking forward is darkness, and looking back is also darkness.I don't know where to go, but I always feel that I shouldn't stand still.I walked numbly in the dark, and I don't know how long I walked, and some changes appeared.

The darkness is no longer pure darkness, some shadowy things loomed in all directions.Moreover, my numb mind gradually regained its vitality, and I began to know how to feel uneasy about dark and shadowy things.

When I basically recovered all my mind, I suddenly found something hanging in the dark sky.

Looking up, it was a silver full moon.

It turned out that the shadowy things around were trees, and it was because of the moonlight that they could vaguely reveal their outlines.

I suddenly woke up from the dream.

However, I was not able to wake up in the hotel bed.

I still stand alone in the dark woods of the Nameless Mountain.

(End of this chapter)