[Twilight] Amis

The footsteps stopped a certain distance behind her, and then, a familiar voice sounded with obvious surprise.

"Laila?"

It turned out that there were really people who liked to visit graves at night as much as she did.

And also an acquaintance.

Laila thought silently, turning around.

"Good evening." She greeted the visitor, Thelma.The other party was wearing a dress and standing under the moonlight, holding a bouquet of yellow chrysanthemums in his hands, and there was still a ray of surprise in his eyes from seeing her.

"Are you coming to see my grandpa?" Thelma looked up at the sky, "So late?"

"Yeah," Lyra said slowly, rubbing her nose, "I came to see Mr. Mayne, and you're late too."

"Ah, I like to come here alone at night to talk to my family, and my parents are here too." Thelma took two steps forward and put down the flower in her hand, "Is this flower from you? ’ Her eyes fell on the bouquet of fresh white flowers.

"Ah."

"It's beautiful, Grandpa will love it," Thelma smiled back at Laila. "Thank you for visiting him."

"Actually... I'm here because I have a question to ask the old principal."

"Huh?" Selma's brows moved in confusion.

Ask a question...to a...dead person?

"I want to ask him—" Laila withdrew her gaze from the tombstone, turned to the girl in front of her, and asked clearly, "Who are you?"

Selma was startled, but soon came back to her senses, frowned, and there was a hint of puzzlement in her eyes.

"Laila? What are you talking about?"

"When I was in your bedroom today, I noticed something," Laila said unhurriedly, looking at her. "In that picture on your desk, your so-called 'parents'—they Both have blue eyes, and you, brown."

Thelma's eyes flickered slightly.

"The laws of inheritance—your biology class should have already reached this chapter, right? Mr. Banner's teaching assistant, Ms. Green, once taught us that dark eyes are dominantly inherited relative to light eyes—"

"It's hard to say," Thelma interrupted. "I mean, it's normal, but there are always surprises, aren't there?"

"Are you trying to say a genetic mutation..." Laila sighed faintly, and there were some complex emotions contained in the sigh. The expression on her face remained unchanged, and it was still an expression Selma couldn't understand.

"Then look at this—"

She took off the schoolbag she was carrying behind her back, unzipped it, and took out the stack of documents Edward had given her at dinner.As she did this, her eyes were locked on Thelma.

"Mrs. Fauci told me that you only moved to Forks three years ago. I don't know what method you used to make everyone here think that you are the granddaughter of the old principal of Mayne, including the old principal himself, but It's a pity that there is always one thing in every hundred secrets, you forgot to erase all the real information, all of them."

Having said that, she held up the stack of materials and turned to the page with the red wavy line.

Thelma's eyes moved to the place where her fingertips were pointed, and the expression on her face gradually changed.

"The son and daughter-in-law of the old Principal Mayne have always had a problem, that is—they have no children." Lila took a panoramic view of the other party's expression changes, and after all the disguised expressions faded away, Selma's face only remained The sky is as deep and unfathomable as the night, "Who are you?" She asked in a deep voice, "Does the death of the old principal have anything to do with you? What is the real cause of his death?"

As soon as the words fell, the two moved almost at the same time!

A golden light emerged from Laila's palm, instantly melting away the dark night!

Thelma's figure flashed, and quickly disappeared into the surrounding shadows. In the blink of an eye, it was like a bullet fired from a gun, striking like a thunderbolt!

So fast!

Lila was startled, and instinctively turned to the side, the figure of the other party passing by her ear like the wind.

Huhu——

Beside him, the air flow surged violently, and the broken hair almost floated in a straight line by his ears.

Laila moved sideways and cast the spell that was already ready to be cast, but unexpectedly, the opponent didn't continue after the blow.

It turned out to be just a false move...

Laila put down her hands, and looked at Thelma, whose back had quickly turned into a small dot and melted into the night, which had jumped a very long distance, her eyes flickering with shock.

Too fast, this speed...

***

What the hell is Selma?

After leaving the cemetery, and on the way home, the question lingered in Laila's mind like a fog, indistinct.

As long as Yamisi mobilizes the power of light in his body, he can have a speed that is almost as fast as lightning. In the original time and space, only the naturally high-sensitivity Auheweiheyi people were faster than them, and Selma was faster than them. Ordinary Yamis are fast.

It is impossible for human beings to have such a fast speed. Selma's identity is faked from beginning to end, maybe even the name "Selma" is fake.

So, what race would it be?

In this time and space, besides humans and vampires, are there any highly intelligent races that she doesn't know exist?

Lyra was absorbed in her own thoughts.

On the road with faint moonlight, the figure of the girl walking alone with her head down attracted the attention of two pairs of eyes in the dense forest. They stared at Lila calmly, and the owner of one pair of eyes whispered When he spoke, it was a man's voice, with a hint of obvious joy in his voice:

"Look what we found?"

Under the dim light, it can only be seen that his physique is slightly slimmer than that of the person next to him, and his eyes are like cats, flashing alert and aggressive lights in the night.

"Brother, don't forget our original plan," the man next to him said in a relaxed tone, with a very light French accent, "Your little wild cat is still waiting for you, she is late But it's about to throw a tantrum again. This—" The man's chin lifted in the direction Lyra left. "No rush."

"Well, well, you're right..." The owner of the first voice gave a final glance in Lyra's direction in agreement.

The two figures left while talking. Their pace was very fast, and their walking posture was like a cat. It was a gait that seemed to be ready to change their figure and bend down at any time, even though the forest floor was covered with dry grass. Branches, fallen leaves, weeds, etc., when their footsteps fell, they hardly made any sound...

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