i may be a bug

Adapted from real events.

I:? ? ?

——Tanikawa Kakutani

I am now full of a plant swiping the screen.

My geographical atlas was finished, and I went to sleep on the tatami mat contentedly, and then in my sleep I saw the real version of the story about the girl in the box that Mr. Xiaowu read to me a few days ago.

In order to make me feel more involved, the face of the girl in the box became me.

I:? ? ?

I have an ominous feeling.

When I woke up in the morning, I ran to find Huang, and asked this predictable god to interpret dreams.

"Boss, I dreamed last night that I became a girl in a box."

"Think about it every day."

"I don't think so."

"You're fine, just go to bed early."

When will going to bed early solve all problems like drinking more hot water?

I think this problem can only be solved by not sleeping.

If I don't sleep, I won't dream, and it won't give me bad premonitions.

At this moment, I am just a bird of fright.

After all, I just finished my geographic atlas, so it is necessary to panic. I even suspect that this is the summary of the previous situation given to me by my superhuman ability.What can make me feel full of that kind of plant and make my back feel cold, there is nothing else except my supernatural power.

I asked Mr. Xiaowu for all the stories of the girl in the box, and under the inexplicable eyes of Mr. Xiaowu, I took the story collection back and read it overnight.

The girl in the box is a devil.

This is what I wrote after reading half of it.

The story of the girl in the box that Mr. Xiaowu told is just one of her "great achievements". Apart from the amber wrapped in people, the things she collected include other people's eyes full of love.

"This is my favorite treasure."

It is the treasure put into the eyes of the girl in the box. Her eyes live in the eyes of the girl who looked at her beloved man decades ago, full of love without knowing it.

I think the image of the girl in the box is a literary exaggeration here, because it is okay to say that the monster who can take away other people's eyes is a domeki, but if it is a girl in a box, then this girl in a box is really against the sky.

Even if the girl in the box is really my previous summary, I can't do such a thing.

I even want to openly announce to the supernatural power once, "Brother, please let me go, this kind of role is too difficult for me."

Of course it ignores me because of its special ability.

The one who took care of me was the evil god Yamata no Orochi who cared about my mental state, "Little girl, do you want to go to the underworld?"

The place where there is no time and nothing has no other advantages except that it is suitable for sleeping.So it's not surprising that I rejected the evil god's invitation.

"Sorry, I'm in the dark about that place."

"Then, little girl, let's go see the cherry blossoms."

"The girl in the box you care about will end up dying under the cherry blossom tree."

I hate spoilers.

Halfway through watching, I was spoiled by Yamata no Orochi, which is what Yamata no Orochi did.And Yamata Orochi is not the only one who wants to be a spoiler party. I think Seimei Abe, who I think is very reliable, showed a regretful expression when he listened to my complaint.

"Let him take the lead."

I:"……?"

"I want to spoil it too."

Qingming opened his bat fan, but it was useless, I could tell from his slightly curved eyes that he was smiling, still with a provocative smile, "Unfortunately, I originally wanted to spoil the show today. "

"What's the matter with you?"

"Oh, it's because I've been too free lately."

I believe he is a ghost.

But after tonight, I am very grateful for Yaqi Orochi who spoiled in advance. How should I put it, the high-level question came, when I didn't finish reading the whole book of the girl in the box.

When I was doing the high-level question, there was one less thing that needed to be scratched and scratched in my heart, so that my blank mind would not suddenly come up with a sequel to the girl in a box, or the code version in my own mind.

That is really too grassy.

This time the raising question is different, it made my setting into a very common, easy-to-make trouble setting for the heroine of a romance novel.

Yes, I know that supernatural powers are causing trouble, and I also know that I am the heroine with amnesia now.

I want to drink hard liquor, tons and tons.

It doesn't look like I'm a person with amnesia who can't remember anything, it's not, my current state is a bit strange.

Let’s say I am amnesiac. I really don’t know what I am here for. My recent memories are separated by a layer of frosted glass, so I can’t see them clearly.Let’s say I don’t have amnesia, it’s true, I don’t feel at a loss, I’m calm and I can still complain about my superhuman abilities.

The memory I lack is about the high-level questions and the different world, and the memory I retain still has the memory of the original world and the if-line world.I'm not really blank, so there's no sense of loss.

My feeling is novelty, after all the new memories are hidden, the old memories left behind become active.

I haven't thought of it so clearly for a long time, and I haven't actually been away from those IF lines for two or three years.It's just because too many things happened in the past two or three years, so it feels far away, so the memory is fuzzy.

The supernatural ability may require my state at this time, at least in this period I am not so salty, and I still have a little bit of energy.

After a long absence, I used my brain to consider all the possibilities, and quickly came up with the biggest possibility. It wanted to trap me, to the death.

I guessed right.

So can I greet my dear supernatural power, is it related to what discipline is it to be a profiler in Heian-kyo, where demons dance wildly?

Did I study forensic medicine?

But I don't think so.

My original identity was a profiler, but in fact this is what I call myself. Where I live, I am a painter of dead people, because the dead people in my paintings are absurd and weird, and have been isolated by the terrified villagers.

"She painted ghosts and gods, and she will suffer retribution."

Uh.

What I drew is indeed a serious profile, it is because these dead died of ghosts and gods, so they are so weird and grotesque in the realist pen.

Some people have ghost hands growing on their stomachs, and there is a strange smile on their faces despite the pain.

Someone is as thin as a stick but has a belly as big as a drum. There is only a skeleton and a layer of skin on the body. Compared with the abdomen, there are a few more matchsticks on the ball. More vividly, he looks like a big-bellied spider.He did die of the spider, too, of the little spider coming out of his stomach.

There are also pictures of people being eaten.

My room is full of such words that make people feel nauseous when they look at them. Sometimes I feel uncomfortable when I see them suddenly. It’s not because of psychological discomfort that I feel bloody and scary, but because I feel that these wounds are too messy and uncomfortable to look at. .

I was an isolated weirdo in the village, the kind that would bring disaster, because I was drawing these things everywhere, and I was sure to encounter monsters who were not easy to mess with and would be targeted by them.

If any monster came back with him, it would be a catastrophe for this village.

Just because I knew this, I moved my house again and again until I stepped on the surrounding areas. I felt that there was no material, so I put all the paintings in the package and left the village without a single monster following I came to this small village and brought an unbearable disaster to the small village.

I like monsters without ideas.

If I make gestures with a monster with ideas, I will have no ideas, because the monsters are gone, so naturally I will have no ideas.

The new gathering point I found is on the mountainside.I used local materials to build a log cabin there, and started my career of waiting for monsters to commit crimes.

But I still don't know what my topic is.