kill those singularities

There is a cold and sweet smell in the air.

There seemed to be a vague song sounding, and in a moment of drowsiness, Wen Shuo opened his eyes bewilderedly, then woke up suddenly, and his eyes widened.

She seemed to have a dream.

a nightmare.

But that's not the point, the point is - she blinked, and everything in front of her eyes was beyond her expectations and imagination.

Underneath is a mat on the wooden floor, and now she is in a large wooden house with plenty of light from candles, without all kinds of modern high-tech objects, just like in medieval fantasy literature. scenery.

Obviously I was still on the street before... Where is the fire?What about security?What about the murder weapon?What about the helicopter?What about cables?Where is that idiot Huangmao?None of the people or things that could have appeared.

For a while, Wen Shuo couldn't tell where the dream was.

However, she quickly got up, pursed her lips and looked at the space.This is a narrow room with no doors and windows. After going out, it seems to be the main hall. The fire in the fireplace in the hall is burning fiercely. There are bookcases all around, and rows of foreign documents are neatly arranged.On the wooden table was a parchment scroll and countless bottles and jars. The glass bottles contained disgustingly colored liquids, some of which were scarlet and dazzling.

The old wooden floor made a slight sound from being stepped on, and in the silence, the warm firelight danced and hit the messy debris on the ground.

It was a strange and ignorant environment, like a witch's laboratory.This discovery made her feel irritable and slightly uneasy.

Wen Shuo felt that her steps were a little unsteady, and she cautiously groped towards the gate, while quickly noting down the scene in the room and the positions of the doors and windows.

"—!"

She turned around and touched the cock at her waist in an instant, and flicked her fingers, but found nothing.

It was only then that he realized in astonishment that what he was wearing was not the trench coat he was familiar with, but a uniform that he had never seen before.

There was no familiar knife at his waist, but there was a hard dagger. Wen Shuo bent his body slightly, his mind was spinning, and doubts abounded.

She looked at the source of the threat: an old man in black sitting in a wheelchair, exuding a faint coercion.

The old man didn't pay much attention to her vigilance, just pulled his black wide-brimmed hat, grinned, and said in a low voice, "Welcome here, stranger..." He pushed the wheelchair and drove towards the wooden table, "My name is German, a hunter."

"Where is this?" Wen Shuo asked.

"Dream." The old hunter hooked his lips.

During this time, she had already guessed about the situation, but she never expected to hear such nonsense words.

Liar.Wen Shuo even believed that it was a damn chip implanted in his brain, and everything in front of him was an illusion.

She quickly took out the dagger and slashed at her palm. She felt pain in her palm, and watched the blood snake down her fingertips and dripped onto the floor.

"..."

Her heart sank slightly.

Geman glanced at the girl who was vigilant like a puffed-up cat, and slowly said: "Don't worry, I've been waiting for a long time, I have plenty of time. You can go out first, and I will explain it to you later if you are interested. Listen." He coughed twice.

Visions and dreams... Tsk, no one is better than the other.

Wen Shuo didn't trust him, so she wiped her hands casually, looked around and walked towards the carved wooden door.

The carved wooden door is inlaid with frosted glass also engraved with dark patterns, and the green vegetation outside can be seen through the hazy glass.

She easily opened the door and walked outside the house.

A feeling of unreality hits——

The fresh air is completely different from the inside, with a faint fragrance of grass and leaves, and a little dampness of rotting plants.

Unexpectedly, there is a small garden outside, dead trees with strong and winding branches can be seen everywhere, and the ground is paved with stone paths, criss-crossing like jade belts, undulating up and down among the vegetation.

But when Wen Shuo cautiously walked these winding paths, he realized that this was probably not a garden, but a cemetery.

There are tombstones beside the path.

These tombstones are neat and upright, standing one at a time. Burning candles are placed in front of the tombstones, surrounded by small white flowers, forming a snow-white ribbon, which looks like... a bride's head The seven-star pendant on the gauze.

Wen Shuo stared at the light gray tombstone in a daze for a while.

Whose house is full of tombstones after the door is opened?

Is that old man guarding the tomb?

Where is this place?

After an unknown period of time, a hoarse crow came from the distant air, the sound was shrill, but it was not real.Wen Shuo subconsciously looked towards the distant sky, but only saw a large area of ​​tall black pillars outside the cemetery, neither the bottom nor the top could be seen.

too weird.

Looking at the dark sky, long-lost irritability and anxiety surged deep in her heart.

And here... there is no door.

Not to mention the iron and wooden doors, there is not even an ordinary door that can be opened. The entire cemetery is tightly surrounded. Looking outside, it becomes more and more blurred, except for those mysterious pillars that tower into the sky and have no end. , can no longer find any useful information.

"Excuse me—" She looked around, intending to ask the only person here.

However, the person being questioned ignored her at all.Wen Shuo paused, calmed down, and walked forward, trying to talk to the girl who was sitting on one side under the dead tree, although that person seemed to be resting.

"Hello, do you know what's here... Hey, hello, are you okay?" She keenly noticed that this beautiful girl didn't seem to be asleep, she accidentally touched her hand just now, it was cold, It made people shiver.

Wen Shuo frowned, and tentatively probed the girl's breath, but there was no breath at all.

She straightened her body, took a small step back, and looked at this "corpse" in disbelief.

There was no blood, no wounds from the outside, and no smell. This silver-haired girl who looked like a snow sculpture was like a sleeping beauty, as if she had fallen into a sweet dream.

No, there was a murder here? !

She paused for a moment, then turned around and ran into the house.

"Bangdang-"

She slapped the carved wooden door excitedly, but Wen Shuo took a closer look and found that there was no one in the room with the burning fireplace.

Only the crackling sound of the firewood burning, other than that, the room was very quiet, and the warm yellow light illuminated every corner.

Wen Shuo's heart felt cold, and he took a deep breath, thinking that he had been involved in a strange talk.

At this moment, the ground in front of her casts a faint shadow—from behind her.

There was a small and trivial rustle, accompanied by a strange and suppressed low laugh.

The girl instinctively turned the heel of her right foot, took out the dagger, swung her right hand slightly, turned around quickly, and swiped the air behind her with her backhand.

Behind him was Geman in a wheelchair. The old hunter chuckled twice, narrowed his eyes, and said meaningfully: "You can use everything here as you like. If you are not used to this place, you can find that doll, she Should make you happy."

After finishing speaking, he walked past Wen Shuo slowly, apparently not going to pay attention to her.

Wen Shuo thought for a second, that puppet—probably refers to the "corpse" outside?

But it looks so good-looking, why can't you tell that it's not a living person?

After glancing at the weird old man who laughed softly and the table full of strange bottles and jars, she decided to go out.

The "corpse" was still lying motionless under the tree. Wen Shuo knelt down and poked the delicate and beautiful doll. The lady doll didn't respond, her eyes were tightly closed like a sleeping beauty.He snorted, but was still lifeless.

Wen Shuo pouted, feeling that the old man was donating to her.

"Miss Sister, if you don't wake up, I'm going to attack my chest."

Sleeping Beauty didn't respond.

"Should I imitate the prince and kiss..." Wen Shuo rubbed his chin in thought.

If it's a doll, there should be a switch on her body to wake her up. Does she want to imitate Sakurai Tomoki and reach out to an indescribable place to [beep] to make the young lady move?

Just as Wen Shuo was thinking about how to handle the thick clothes, the "corpse" moved.The girl who was leaning under the tree moved slightly, like a bear who had just woken up from hibernation, first raised her hand, and then slowly sat up straight.

She blinked slowly, seeming to be focusing, and then she saw Wen Shuo, without the slightest expression of surprise.

The silver-haired girl was wearing a British-style red hat, a red bow tie, and a delicate and lovely brooch pinned to her chest. A few strands of long silver hair were scattered on the shawl, making her complexion as crystal clear as snow.

She was wearing a gothic black dress with lace, and a dark brown woolen cloak wrapped her delicate body like a quiet and beautiful snow-colored flower.

Wen Shuo noticed her red-edged snow-colored cuffs that covered half of her palms exposed from under the cloak. The fingers not covered by the cuffs did have obvious joints, glowing with a lustrous and cold light.

At this moment, the beautiful girl blinked her eyes, and her light and almost transparent pupils made her even more indifferent. She stared at Wen Shuo and asked, "Stranger, is there anything I can do for you?"

Her voice is like cool and mellow wine, and it is extremely gentle and intoxicating after a sip.

Wen Shuo felt that his heart was not good.She hesitated for a while, and asked, "Do you know where this is? How do I get out?" Thinking of this unknown situation, the guy who called himself Geman instinctively made her uneasy, and she couldn't help feeling fiery and irritable deep in her heart. emotional rise.

The puppet tilted its head, a little confused, she thought for a while and replied: "Do you want to go?" She raised her slender fingers and pointed to a tombstone next to her.

Girl, it's a foul for you to act cute like this...

But what the hell is the tombstone? Wen Shuo stared at it suspiciously for a moment, always feeling like being pointed at to die.

Before she could say anything, she saw a small group of goblins about ten centimeters tall slipping out from behind the leaden gray tombstone. Under Wen Shuo's gaze, the skeleton-like goblin heads huddled together tremblingly, chirping. After a long time, Qiqi knelt down for her.

Wen Shuo: ...

What the hell?

Under someone's expressionless gaze, the little ghosts shoved and shoved, and dragged out from behind the tombstone... A sharp ax was placed in front of her.

"If you want to leave, you'd better choose a weapon to take with you," Miss Doll said seriously, "It's dangerous outside."

As if to comment on the behavior of these little guys, the silver-haired girl clasped her hands together and said softly, "There are other things if you don't like it."

Wen Shuo was noncommittal when he heard the words, he put the dagger back into his waist, folded his arms around his chest, thoughtfully.

While the little ghosts were carrying weapons, intermittent shouts suddenly appeared in the cemetery.

"Master, can master hear—"

The voice fluctuated from time to time, as if it was waving underwater, Wen Shuo couldn't help frowning.

"who?"

She turned her head to distinguish the source of the sound, and subconsciously hooked the strange-looking goblin on the ground.

The little ghosts couldn't dodge in time, and were hooked and staggered.They whirled around twice, and hurriedly gathered together again. This time, they dragged a cane over.

A circle of ripples appeared in the air of the cemetery, and a translucent figure was vaguely projected through the water waves.

It was a handsome man with long silver-white hair, and there was a smile on the corner of his lips. His smile was like a spring breeze, "It seems that you are all right."

"Which Shamate family do you belong to?" Wen Shuo raised his eyebrows, and looked the figure up and down.

"Master..." The flickering figure fluctuated, the man smiled helplessly, and said, "It's too bad, it seems that things have developed beyond imagination... oops..."

"Master...are you calling me?"

Suddenly, that figure disappeared.

Calm returned to the air.

After waiting for a long time, there was no other movement, Wen Shuo squatted down irritably, wandered among the axe, walking stick and sickle, finally gave up the dead axe, and picked up the slender scythe.

For some reason, the white hair was obviously a little itchy to look at, but after it disappeared, it made people panic for no reason.She held the handle and tried to swing it, getting familiar with the feel.

Although the sickle was not as heavy as the axe, it was not light either. It could only be used as a two-handed weapon. Fortunately, the scythe was still within the range she could use.

The puppet sat quietly on the side, watching Wen Shuo dance vigorously. After the impromptu performance came to an end, the silver-haired girl clapped her hands.

Although she has no expression, this action is probably from the heart. She is obviously a cold doll, but unexpectedly has a cute and human side.

Wen Shuo felt a little helpless, and met the silver-haired girl's clear and bewildered eyes, but finally said nothing.

The goblins tugged at her trouser legs again, dragged out a pistol and a pair of firecrackers and placed them in front of her, then formed a circle and went to a lamp next to the tombstone.

The puppet turned its head and said suddenly: "There is a letter from you." She led Wen Shuo to a small water tank.

The kid who was taking a bath in the water tank murmured, and held a snow-white envelope in both hands and handed it to Wen Shuo.

"This is?" She took the letter paper and glanced suspiciously at the kid, "Who gave it to you?"

The little thing chattered and shook his head.

Fine.Wen Shuo unfolded the letter paper and found that he couldn't understand any of the words on it, he saw a ghost.

With a "snap", a letter hit the kid on the head.More and more letter papers flew down like snowflakes, and quickly flooded the water tank completely. The kid struggled desperately to emerge his head from among the many letter papers. With a "piaji" sound, he grabbed a piece of paper and shook his head , yelling aggrievedly twice.

The iridescent halo gradually faded away. In the eyes of Wen Shuo and the puppet, all the ghost symbols twisted and changed their shapes and postures, like a miracle. After a while, the halo dissipated, and Wen Shuo could understand them. floating in the air——

Wake up, wake up, wake up.

This time it’s not tasty at all~QAQ

The cute little Mash is about to go berserk!

Oh, it's so lonely to be alone☆~

……

These showy stationery have one thing in common without exception——

Signed: Love your dad.

The author has something to say: From now on, Wen Shuo's clairvoyance will almost be blind.