One Punch Abbie

description:

Written in some mysterious language, a diary that records a large amount of profane knowledge.

Knowledge carries weight, and the notebook carrying this knowledge also has a different kind of power.

effect:

1: Read this diary, the reader will continue to lose their minds, the closer to madness, the more likely to understand the content of the diary.

2: For unknown reasons, this diary is shrouded in an ominous atmosphere, and those who hold it will suffer various misfortunes.

3: The holder of this diary will be ? ? ?Watch out, this may cause some accidents to happen.

Remarks: In all fairness, I think the misfortune that met you is the real misfortune.

Abby raised her eyebrows. She opened the cover of the diary and found that the contents of the diary were all meaningless symbols.

She didn't feel any discomfort when reading this diary.

Hayasaka was a little curious about what she was looking at, and took a sneak peek at the contents of the diary. She was frightened back several steps in a row, and even changed her gaze towards Abby.

Abby shared the panel of the doctor's diary with Hayasaka and asked, "What did you see?"

Hayasaka hesitated for a while, then said: "I saw human faces, many faces of men and women who were howling."

"They don't seem to have any common traits... wait, they're all infected."

Abby nodded, showing a thoughtful look.

After reading the doctor's diary, Hayasaka's condition became very poor, like a weed that had been exposed to the sun for several days and nights, looking wilted.

"I feel like I need to rest for a while... Can you be here alone?"

Abby nodded.

"I have no problem."

Hayasaka left the doctor's bedroom, and Abby looked around. As an ordinary little girl, she was quite scared to stay alone in a room with cursed props.

So she pulled her skirts and pulled out the pages of the living book, the staff of the pious family, the stuffed cat, and finally took off the gloves and cleared her throat.

"free time."

Just as her order was given, the room suddenly became lively.

The devout family staff began to sing various hymns in praise of Abby with a hoarse voice, while the gloves that had lost their chastity were flipping through a picture album of Kelsey on the bed.

Abby glanced at the cover, and it seemed to be about dressing up.

The corner of Abby's mouth twitched, and for a moment he didn't understand how much free time these Tower of Babel operators had to come up with so many picture albums.

After the room became bustling, Abby took out the pokey box, as well as the wrapping paper and gift bags that he had bought from Ke Luxie earlier, and began to pack them in small bags one by one.

While wrapping the pokey, she chatted with the puppet about some topics that she didn't have, just to pass the time.

When Abby was wrapping the pokey, the living pages were lying peacefully on the bed next to Abby at first.

But this tranquility only lasted for a short while, and it didn't take long before it crawled to the side of the glove that had lost its festival like a worm, and looked at Kelsey's picture album with it.

The cat doll leaned peacefully on the head of the bed, staring at Abby with eternal eyes.

When Abby used up about half of the gift paper and packaging bags, the gloves that lost their morals finished flipping through a comic, and began to search for the next target among the doctor's collection and the comics that Abby just bought.

The living page took a fancy to a picture album with an artistic flavor, while the glove that lost its integrity took a fancy to a more revealing and sexy picture album.

Because there is no finger to turn the book, the living page can only crawl back to the glove's side obediently, and flip through the more revealing picture album with it.

In the middle of the picture album, a pale golden thing fell out, attracting Abby's attention.

She picked up the thing, and found that the words "special combat record" were written on it in elegant handwriting.

Abby raised his eyebrows curiously, and began to wonder about the content of this thing.

Because there are still some pokeys to pack, Abby raised his eyebrows, and said to the gloves and book pages that he was reading comics: "Come and help me if you can help me."

Gloves glanced at the picture book with nostalgia, then scrambled to Abi's side, and started to help her pack pokey together.

Afterwards, Abby took out the pager, and the bell summoned Yousefra, who wrapped chocolate bars with her pious face.

With the help of two extra hands, the remaining pokeys were quickly packed.

After wrapping the pokeys, Abby gave Yousefla a bag of the packed pokeys, and lifted her summons.

The gloves that had lost their integrity originally wanted to continue admiring the album, but after seeing how dirty they were, they silently went to the toilet to flush the water, dried it, and continued admiring the album collected by the doctor on the bed with a devout attitude.

Abi didn't care about the gloves that seemed to have awakened some strange hobby, but went to the doctor's desk and started tinkering with the doctor's computer.

After she turned on the computer, she found that the computer had a password and she couldn't open it, but on the interface for entering the password, the doctor left a shortcut to read the combat records.

Abby raised his eyebrows, realizing that all of this might have been planned by the doctor.

Without any hesitation, she directly put the combat records into the computer to see what kind of information the doctor wanted to convey to her.

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After watching a small part of the combat record, Abby's face faintly turned pale. She stopped playing the combat record and took several deep breaths.

The contents of this record are all sacrifices. The army under Tracys used innocent civilians or captured soldiers to carry out one after another tragic sacrifice.

Abby didn't want to recall the content of those sacrifices, the content of those things had touched the darkest parts of human nature.

After taking a few deep breaths, Abby forced himself to calm down.

She knew that the doctor really counted on her, and she couldn't stand by and watch the war between Babel and Teresis.

Putting the combat record back into a picture album, Abby readjusted his mentality and slightly adjusted his next plan.

After adjusting her plan, she let out a sigh of relief, glanced at the time, and estimated that there was still a short time before Kelsey's arrival.

She glanced at the bed, picked up the Kelsey swimsuit photobook, and started using it to pass the time.

Because she was too focused, she didn't notice that the door of her room was not closed tightly.

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Chapter 25 Why are you undressing!

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The sun, the beach, the smooth skin of a girl, the same color of the sea and sky.

Together, these elements make up the photo on the title page of the photo album that Abby bought from Cruciel.

In the lower right corner of the photo, there is a line of words: "Hua Farin was photographed by Zista in 1096".

In the photo, Kelsey is wearing a relatively open suspender swimsuit, lying on a white recliner, with iced drinks on a small round table beside her.

The bright sun swayed on her body, perhaps because the sun was too dazzling, she covered her forehead with one hand, covering the sun that was too bright.

If you want to sum it up in one sentence, it is "Girls are afraid of the sun and use one hand to cover the shade".

The Kelsey on the title page probably just came out of the water after swimming. The swimsuit on her body was not completely dry, and it was tightly attached to her body, looking very astringent.

The beauty of this picture slightly healed Abi's heart that was hurt by the video tape just now.

Satisfied, she continued to flip back and found that the scale of this photo album was slightly larger than she had imagined.

The first photo behind the title page shows Kelsey kneeling on the solid wood floor, without any clothes on, with her back to the camera, showing her smooth back, and half of her side face revealed by turning her head with a shy expression.

At that time, there were no rough crystals on her body, only slightly astringent sunburn marks.

In the second photo, Kelsey is only wearing underwear that can conceal her shame, stretching her slightly flushed soles to the camera, with a slightly sly look on her face.

The third...the fourth...all the photos are not too different in scale. In some photos, Abby saw some girls he didn't know.

Among those girls were the pretty and lovely Filin, the shy and graceful Li Boli, and the plump and seductive Volper. They surrounded Kelsey, looking very close to her.

The level of the photo shooter is very high, and the light and dark contrast and angle of each photo are chosen just right. Even Abby, who is a girl, can't help but feel envious when seeing these photos.

The names of the people in the picture and the photographers are written in the lower right corner of these photos.

Except for the photographer Warfarin and the protagonist of the album, Kelsey, the other names basically only appear once.

On the last page of the album, a girl with white hair and red eyes, wearing only a bath towel around her body, is fiddling with the camera, as if realizing that she has been secretly photographed, with a look of embarrassment on her face.

The photographer of this photo is Kelsey, and the girl in the picture is Warfarin, who took all the previous photos.

The photo album does not end here, and further on, it is Kelsey's personal diary. In the gap between these words, Abby learned that these photos were taken during Kelsey's graduation trip.

It was the era when color cameras had just been developed. At that time, the people of Yan Kingdom believed that taking pictures was a sorcery that would seal the soul, and they had an almost instinctive fear of such things.

According to the statement in the diary, this group of photos was taken by Kelsey, with the purpose of waiting for old age to remember the years of youth.

She made an agreement with Warfarin that these photos would not be made public until 120 years later. In her diary, she believed that she had become a chicken-skinned and white-haired old woman at that time, the kind with half her foot in the grave.

She said in her diary that she can show these photos to those young handsome guys when she gets old, and when they ask who the woman in the photo is, she tells them that she is just herself when she was young.

I thought it was a bit of a malicious joke, no matter how handsome, unrestrained and suave the man who saw these photos at that time, he couldn't catch up with the girl who got the color soul in the photo album in the past time.

Abi glanced at the time displayed on the doctor's computer, and it was 1246 in the world of Terra.

A full 150 years have passed since these photos were taken, and Kelsey's face has not changed at all.

Just like the paintings of beauties drawn by famous artists, thousands of years have passed in a hurry, and the faces of the people in the paintings are not old.

Thinking of this, Abby took a deep breath, only feeling that Kelsey was really a monster, enough time for three generations to change, and failed to leave the slightest trace on her face.

Suddenly, she smelled a unique and familiar smell, which was very sweet and greasy, just like... Happy Water from Fat House.

Abby turned her head a little stiffly, and found that Kelsey was standing behind her expressionlessly. She was wearing the usual modified cheongsam, and her eyes were as calm as an ancient well without waves.

"Are you finished?"

There was no emotion in her words, with a hint of mechanical coldness.

Abby blinked her eyes, secretly wondering if she had been cursed "when you do something embarrassing someone, you're bound to be touched behind him".

"finish watching."

She pretended to be calm and closed the photo album, got up and got on the bed, and patted the place beside her.

"Doctor, sit down."