If You Can Read the File, You Will Die

Squat down to pick it up, squeeze it, it is not only soft, but also very elastic.

"Mokona is not a doll! Really, why did you forget Mokona so quickly!" The doll looked at him with an unhappy expression.

Make the latter wonder.

"You...know me?" Qiu Yuecheng pointed at herself and asked.

"Of course, there is no one else here." The black doll said, "Come with me quickly."

"Where?"

"Where you're going next."

The doll jumped out of Qiu Yuecheng's hands.

Twisting his body, he walked ahead as if leading the way.

But Qiu Yuecheng behind him suddenly felt a strange feeling.

As if there had been an arrangement in the dark, the legs began to move naturally.

The neon lights of the buildings in front of me passed by one by one.

The doll named Mokona hummed a song of unknown meaning, when Qiu Yuecheng stopped.

What appeared in front of him was an old mansion located between two tall buildings, which was small but seemed to have a history of hundreds of years.

Qiu Yuecheng can be sure that such a house is absolutely impossible to appear in such a city where every inch of land is expensive, and he has been to this place several times before, and has never seen such a house.

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"It's here." Mokona jumped into the yard.

"Where is this place?" Qiu Yuecheng looked around.

Whether it is the shape or the stone floor covered with moss and full of traces of time, it gives people a sense of precipitation of time.

And...a sense of familiarity.

After touching that notebook before, Qiu Yuecheng always had such a sense of déjà vu.

It seems that I have been to this place before, but when I think about it carefully, I will find that there has never been such a fragment in my memory.

As if it appeared out of nowhere.

The doll named Mokona did not answer Qiu Yuecheng's question, but slowly opened a corner of the wooden sliding door and ran into the back room.

"excuse me."

After a little thought, Qiu Yuecheng said softly.

Almost at the same time, the sliding door automatically opened slowly toward the sides.

It reveals the decorations that are incompatible with today's electronic age.

"Allah, what a distinguished guest." Graceful, calm, like a female voice containing some profound truth, slowly floated out from the room.

The lights gradually brightened as Qiu Yuecheng raised his head.

In the deepest part of the room, on that huge reclining chair.

A lazy woman was looking at Qiu Yuecheng with her head tilted to one side.

The long bong in the hand that people care about exudes the smell of not tobacco.

"Why, do you say that?" Qiu Yuecheng asked.

Concave and convex figure, sharp chin, obviously has a pair of very beautiful eyes, but they are always slightly lowered, making people feel as if they have no interest in this world.

Such an occasion appeared in such a woman.

Thinking about it is already a bit beyond common sense and reality.

Could it be that, like the notebook in Haisha's hand, it belongs to the extraordinary power?

"You came here not by chance, but by destiny. Long time no see, Mr. Qiuyue." Said the woman with a slender body.

But rather than being a woman, Qiu Yuecheng felt that using words like witch seemed to be more suitable for the woman in front of her.

There is an indescribable charm in the coldness.

It is not the astringency of desire, but comes from the depths of the soul.

Emotions of admiration and awe.

"you know me?"

"Well, let me think about it, when did I meet you before..." The witch lightly tapped the bong in her hand, changed her posture and lay down on the recliner more comfortably, resting her chin with her right hand.

"When?"

"When?"

The voice of repeating the reading came from the side, and the two girls who appeared from nowhere were embracing each other, turning their heads to stare at him.