mother of gods

"................."

"The captain is too old, there is always a generation gap with young people, and he has a bad temper. Don't you think I am much better than him?"

"................."

"Come to our house? Anyway, our family is rich."

very...have...money...

Is this blatant abduction? ? ?

Ivan felt that his brain must be shutting down with smoke.

——All this must be because he woke up in the wrong posture! !

☆、Chap.28

From Ivan's point of view, Rose, half kneeling on the ground, is very handsome - a few strands of scattered blond hair cover his emerald green eyes, his slender figure is wrapped in a dark black military uniform, the bridge of his nose is high enough, and his lips are thin , belongs to that kind of gloomy and handsome symbol—however, no matter how handsome he is, even if he is more handsome than a fairy...he is still a man, the kind with three legs.

"................."

Ivan quickly withdrew his calf as if he had been burned, and tapped his toes on the ground a few times uncomfortably, not knowing what to do.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

In contrast, Ross is obviously much calmer than him. I saw this handsome blond guy patted his butt and stood up. He put his military cap back on without embarrassment at all, showing a smiley expression : "Ivan, don't look at me like a puppy."

"......" After a while, Ivan held back his answer, "I don't, don't talk nonsense."

"Scared you?"

Because of his non-salty tone, Ivan, who was so embarrassed that he had goosebumps all over his body, suddenly felt hopeful: "Ross, you are just joking, right?"

"certainly--"

"Hey, let me just say, don't make such jokes on me in the future, I have a very bad heart..."

"No."

"Will be scared out of my mind...wait what are you talking about is there something wrong with you??!"

Ross smiled, showing his canine teeth: "Your feet look like they're freezing."

"What's 'my feet look like they're freezing'??"

"literal meaning."

"......" Ivan felt that his 18 years of social etiquette learning seemed to feed the dog.

"Okay, Ivan, don't be angry like a fire-breathing dragon," Rose relaxed on Ivan's shoulders, and inadvertently let the scent of ambergris envelop the young man unscrupulously, like a dragon with a scent Male creature marking, "Just kidding."

Ivan shrank his neck, trying to break free from the shackles, but found that he could not free himself politely and without embarrassment, so he could only say quietly: "Don't do this next time, Rose, I'm really going to Intimidated by you . . . to know who ever said you were such a fag."

"I am."

"what??!"

"But it depends—after all, I'm only interested in pretty types."

"........."

"Like you."

"...you must be joking."

"Oh, guess what?"

Ivan felt chills, and decided to temporarily abandon the superficial social etiquette. He lifted his arm with a blank expression, and threw it aside: "I just took it as a joke."

"Don't be so serious, Ivan, be happy." Rose withdrew his arm indifferently.

Ivan rolled his eyes forcefully: "...forget it, you're always like this, I gave up—do you have time now?"

The blond man lowered his head and took out a gold-rimmed pocket watch from his pocket, and Ivan felt that the pocket watch looked strangely familiar: "It's always there."

"I need a test, you know."

"Well, I almost forgot about it, do you want to come to my office now?"

Ivan nodded stiffly: "Of course, I want to settle this matter now-no, wait, Rose, can you go to the office and wait for me first? I'll be right there."

Rose showed his usual gentle expression that was not very comfortable, and the very rhythmic footsteps of "da, da, da" disappeared at the end of the corridor.Ivan stood still and pursed his lips until he made sure that Rose left completely, then walked in the opposite direction, turned a corner, and saw Mary squatting on the ground as expected.

This sallow-faced girl who looks like she can be led by a dog at any time is in a delicate position-in simple terms, she can see the door of the medical room, but the people at the door of the medical room can't see her. It's nothing like going to the medical room to be lazy" an irresponsible employee, he knows everything here like the back of his hand.

Ivan knelt down and called softly, "Mary?"

"..." Mary raised her face expressionlessly, and Ivan was startled by her bloodshot eyes from too many tears, "What's the matter?"

In the dim light, Mary was wearing a nightgown, and the tears on her face were stained dark gray by the thorough eye makeup. She held a pink letter paper in her hand, which contrasted sharply with her mottled red nail polish. , the curly black hair like dry wood was entangled together, and Ivan suddenly had some very bad memories.

"Can I ask you something?" He asked hesitantly, and suddenly felt that he had chosen the wrong person.

"Ask, anyway, I have nothing to do after Joe's death." Mary looked at him quietly.

"......"

"Hurry up, I'm busy."

——Why do you suddenly feel that this girl is so unreliable? ?

After much deliberation, the young man finally decided to speak: "Did you...have you seen anyone coming to the medical room?"

"Lin Zongyun, Ross."

"I know both of them. Is there anyone else?"

Mary shook her head.

——Well, it seems that he really thought too much.

Ivan stood there for a few seconds, and said "thank you" quickly.Amid Mary's suppressed sobs, he strode towards the psychotherapy room, feeling suspicious like a psychopath.

——But it is true, I heard that soldiers who have been on the battlefield will have this problem like him, and there is a proper term, what is it called? PTSD or PDST?Forget it, anyway, everything is over anyway, he is just a miner sent by the military to mine, and he is not performing some weird secret mission - when the auxiliary engine is repaired, they can go back.

—In any case, reality couldn't get any worse.

......

10 minute later.

Ivan found out with a deadpan face that reality could have gotten worse.

"Very good, take off your shirt and lie here." Rose put on rubber gloves, leaned back on the leather armchair with his legs open, stretched out a finger, and knocked on the single bed beside him.

"That's weird enough, why do I need to lie there?"

"Because I need you lying here."

"I thought it was just a few questions."

Rose bent his fox-like eyes: "I promise you will feel more comfortable this way."

"...then why did I take off my shirt."

"Because we need to do some little checks."

Ivan raised a hand uncomfortably, and unbuttoned the buttons one by one under Rose's gazing gaze—the latter's unscrupulous eyes made him suddenly have the illusion that he was performing some kind of performance, So he lowered his eyes, avoiding the fiery gaze, and took off the thin hospital gown in silence.

"Very well, lie here."

"...I'm a bit cold."

"It will all be over soon, bear with me, Ivan."

After grinding for nearly 10 minutes, the young man reluctantly moved onto the single bed.Although he tried his best to hide his emotions, the tense muscles showed his nervousness clearly.Rose, who was standing beside him, raised the corners of his lips, looked at the young man who was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and stretched out his hand slowly...then pulled the instrument at the end of Ivan to his chest.

"Is this a chest radiograph, bro?"

"By the way, check it for you, don't be nervous, relax and breathe."

How can I not be nervous? ! ! !

Ivan was impotently furious in his heart.

"Inhale, exhale, relax, I won't do anything to you."

"I know." Ivan said stiffly.

A gust of cool wind blew across his chest, causing goosebumps all over his body to fall to the ground like money. In order to divert his attention, Ivan opened his eyes wide and turned his gaze to the monotonous wall of the psychological room—a painting broke into him Sight.

It was a very special oil painting, most of which was loosely covered by the old scarlet velvet blanket, leaving only a corner of the oil painting in the shadow - the stars were dim, the waves were floating, and in the long night, the high-rise A deep black tentacle confronted thousands of light yellow torches of human beings. The fire was burning, but it seemed that it would be completely extinguished in the next moment.

Ross followed his line of sight, raised his eyebrows knowingly, and then smiled lazily: "The legendary Old One who is sealed in the depths of the universe is a star energy food, wandering in the A race in the dark universe. When the stars reach the right position and the Mother Goddess returns to the world, they will wake up from the ruins and bring havoc to the world—have you heard this prophecy?"

"I have a vague impression... But why do you put such a thing in the office?" That key term made Ivan subconsciously flash a trace of disgust, this strange and familiar feeling It made him almost sick, as if he had been tortured, and thus had a conditioned reflex buried deep in memory.

"The drawing is beautiful, isn't it?"

"They're not a good thing."

"Okay, but the painting itself is full of a deformed and vague beauty, so beautiful that humans cannot understand it."

Ivan gave a rare smile: "It's as if you're not human."

"Yes, I am indeed a human being," Rose propped his chin, his long golden eyelashes cast a butterfly-like shadow on his face, with his back to the light, his half-slouched expression suddenly gave people the illusion of a god— —It’s as if God loves the world, but is far away from the world, “Speaking of which, do you know?”

"......what?"

"Though the Great Old Ones are too powerful for us to comprehend, there is another class of gods who stand above them."

"Well, it turns out that there is a class of more awesome creatures, thank you for letting me know how small we really are... What are they called?"

"The Outer God was once the incarnation of the will of the world."

Ivan asked a question reflexively, although he didn't know why he asked: "Then... now?"

Rose raised the corners of his lips mockingly: "Now you should go to bed."

Regardless of Ivan's suddenly widening eyes, he leaned back on the seat, stretched out his hand and pressed the switch of the instrument with a "beep".In the next second, the unsuspecting young man fell into a deep sleep. Rosto pouted his chin and looked at his delicate sleeping face. He endured it, endured it, and finally couldn't help but gently brushed Ivan's lips with his hand. .

After a while, he moved his lips, as if speaking to the air, and seemed to be talking to himself: "Now...the leader Azathoth sleeps in an unknown place, and his wife Shabu Nicholas Without a trace, Yog-Sothoth has already defected from the clan, leaving only the loyal Nyarlathotep to run for their recovery... Hey, life, tsk tsk."

The author has something to say: Because Chapter 2 was deleted, I will mention the painting here.

☆、Chap.29

[He looks very tired. 】

【The leader must have tortured him for too long. 】

- Tsk tsk, whose voice is it?It sounds hypocritical.

Ivan opened his arms with soreness, and his temples were burning. He felt as if he was wandering in the darkness of the Milky Way. The ancient starlight was twisted and arranged into swirling quicksand. The cold wind pushed him forward quickly, and there was a dead silence around him. , as if this cosmic wormhole-like tunnel had no end.

[I'm so envious, that's the leader, how many people are queuing up to sleep in his bed. 】

[Evil, where did you learn such disgusting words? 】

[It’s just a few human books, don’t make a fuss. 】

Humanity......

It feels a little familiar.

At this moment, a huge pulling force suddenly grabbed Ivan's collar, causing him to turn over suddenly in mid-air.

Before he could catch his breath, the next second, he began to fall, like a bird with broken wings, getting farther and farther away from the sky, and getting closer and closer to the earth shrouded in black mist. During this process, the world lost its color, and the ancient gods covering the sky and the sun clearly revealed their bodies hidden in the shadows. Thousands of densely packed eyes stared at him without blinking——

Until he couldn't break free and fell into a huge mouth made of quicksand.

——"Ma'am, the sun is almost setting, when can you wake up?"

——"Let him sleep well."

—— "But the leader said that we must talk to Madam."

— “And he didn’t say he’d turn us all into ashes if we didn’t.”

"He said it."

"He didn't say, bitch."

Ivan, whose head hurt from the noise, moved his body, vaguely feeling that he seemed to be outside somewhere.There was the wind blowing, the fragrance of flowers, and the sound of birds flapping their wings if you listened carefully. The sun was pouring on your body and it was very comfortable—so the next second, he subconsciously opened his eyes.

"Say it, little Bichi."

"No, idiot."

Ivan blinked his eyes somewhat uncontrollably, and suddenly found himself sitting in the middle of a garden.Under his buttocks is an exquisite suspended gold wire stool. The labyrinth at the height of the surrounding people is composed of dark green twigs and bright roses. A Bavarian fountain stays quietly in place. At dusk, it is fiery red The two days of the day rise and fall, and the gorgeous warm yellow glow shines on the rattan iron gate and the painted tiles, dividing the beautiful garden into two parts, one half is warm and the other half is dark.

"It's 5:13, it's 5:13, I want to go home and weave a net, but most of my nets haven't been woven yet."

"Oh, idiot, shut up."

Seeing him wake up, the eyes of the two girls sitting directly across from him widened—they were beautifully dressed, like dolls.The one on the left is a Jewish girl with brown curly hair, the one on the right is a redheaded lolita in a puff skirt, her legs in crimson Aliya boots don't even reach the ground.

"................."

Aha, the situation suddenly became more embarrassing.

The first to break the silence was the Jewish girl.She paused, then opened her mouth, her voice sounded ethereal and ethereal: "You are finally willing to wake up, ma'am, is there anything in the dream that attracts you?"

"It's none of your business, Shude Meier," Ivan heard his tone indifferent and beating, "Also, do I need to remind you again that tentacles don't emerge from human facial features?"

"Hold...Sorry, ma'am." The seaweed-like thin tentacles swayed in the air a few times, and then receded into the girl's eyes, mouth and ears like a tide. The next second, the two brown eyeballs turned around and returned to the girl. normal position.

"And you," Ivan turned to Loli who was holding an exquisite teacup, "Atrak Nakya, my girl, no one has eight hands and eight legs."

The gothic loli rolled her eyes, sat on the spot with puffed cheeks, and put back her extra hands and legs with a "puff puff puff" - now she looks like a normal little loli.

"What about the crab?"

"He was temporarily summoned by the Prussians."

"You should learn from him and do something serious."

Luo Li took a small sip of tea: "Then Your Excellency the Leader will crush us into dust."

"Oh, he is really pretending."

"Mom, talking about Dad behind his back will cause disharmony between the husband and wife." On his left, the boy with green eyes reminded.

"Son, eat your biscuits, and don't say a few words."

"But you added too much sugar, it's too sweet."

Ivan raised the corners of his lips, stood up and picked up the teapot, and filled the boy's small cup with light beige milk tea, this kind of boiled sweet milk tea was very hot, even steaming: "Then drink more hot water. "

"Thank you." There was an indescribably familiar feeling in the boy's voice.

The patterned tablecloth was spread on the small carved tea table, and there was a chess set in the middle - obviously it was just a decoration, because even the position of the white queen was wrong - Ivan moved his nose carefully and found that In addition to the rich aroma of roses, there is also an indescribable sweet smell, like blood... But how is that possible?

Ivan looked around and saw that there were only four of them in the huge space—ha, it was just enough to make a mahjong table.

"Have you heard?" The Jewish girl spoke first.

Loli bit down a piece of cake, inadvertently revealing the dense black bean compound eyes on her gums, which is obviously where her real head is: "What did you hear?"

"Yog Sothoth is very dissatisfied recently."

"It's normal, his wife ran away with someone else."

Ivan pulled aside the hanging black bangs and frowned: "I have nothing to do with Yog Sothoth."

"But Uncle Sotos seems to think that you should have an affair with him." Nyarlathotep's gaze was fixed on Ivan's naked ankle.

"He's just crazy."

"Yog-Sothoth is a madman." Opposite him, Lori chuckled. She didn't know which muscle was out of order. She suddenly started humming. The voice was very soft, but it made people feel like there were thousands of mouths. At the same time, he made a sound, "There used to be a neuropathy, he didn't die when he deserved to die, and he died when he didn't deserve to die."

The Jewish girl picks up the lyric: "Until one day, he walks out and has a nervous attack and dies in the dark."

Loli: "No one found him because he's a psycho~"

At the end of the song, the Jewish girl concluded: "Crazy Yog Sothoth will pay for his offensive behavior—I'm sure Your Excellency will kill him."

Ivan sneered: "Azathoth doesn't have such power, no one can kill Outer God."

While they were talking, the little boy beside him stirred the teacup with a fork "clinking", a scent of milk tea floated into the air, and then he forked out a human eyeball: "That's not necessarily true, nine The time for integration is fast approaching.”

The red-haired loli smiled: "Ah, I know, nine systems are one, nine systems are one - when the nine galaxies of the universe are transferred to the same plane, the outer gods will be at their weakest moment - that's the only thing that can Time to kill them."

Nyarlathotep seemed to be interested. He stood up and picked up the kettle in the middle, ignoring the hot porcelain wall, and tapped the kettle left and right with a fork like a human child. Then he held the delicate teapot to his ear.

He muttered: "I seem to hear the voice of human beings."

"Humans, I like their brains, they taste good." Loli kicked her legs.

The boy shook his head: "No, the tight calf is the most beautiful place, think about the white and greasy skin and smooth muscles, and when you apply a little force, it will be broken with a "click". When it sounds...it's beautiful."

"Oh, Nyarlathotep, you are a little pervert."

The boy showed a noncommittal smile, and his lazy and arrogant aura was obviously inherited from his father.

——and Ivan on the other side was thinking about how he raised such a bear child with a painful expression on his face.

The author has something to say: Currently known information:

Outer Gods - Azathoth, Nyarlathotep, Yog-Sothoth, Shab Nicholas

(Not important) Old Ones - Atrak Nakya, Shud Meier

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The songs in it were found on the Internet, and the source is unknown. By the way... please accept it!

☆、Chap.30

When the clouds and mist fell under the double sunset, the sky completely entered darkness.A few dim red will-o'-the-wisps floated into the air, barely illuminating the carved iron table in the center, and the Baroque fountain immersed in the dark night looked strange, and those little flying angels hidden in the shadows seemed to be coming down. In a second, their sharp fangs were exposed and turned into demons. Hulahula, the cold wind whizzed past with a disgusting bloody smell, making the silent young man feel goose bumps all over the ground.

——He regretted running out in only pajamas and shorts.

At this moment, the red-haired Loli tapped the dinner plate with a fork, "Clang, clang, clang": "Is there any marshmallow brownie?"

Nyarlathotep casually picked out a tooth from the teapot: "No."

Lori: "Is there any strawberry millefeuille?"

Nyarlathotep: "No."

Lori: "Is there any pound cake?"

Nyarlathotep: "No."

"So what do we have?"

"Milk tea—would you like some hot water?"

Two children whose real ages are unknown were arguing with each other. The Jewish girl with ponytails lowered her head little by little and seemed to be falling asleep. Opposite her, Ivan propped his head and leaned against the At the dining table, he yawned again out of boredom, the milk tea had lost its temperature, and the cake in front of the four of them basically didn't move much.

—apparently they were expecting a late visitor.

After an unknown amount of time, Nyarlathotep was the first to lose his composure.

"So when is dad coming?"

Ivan hooked the corner of his lips: "I don't know, don't ask me."

"I'm so sleepy," Nyarlathotep moaned boredly, then paused, showing a strange expression as if he suddenly thought of something, "Wait, Mom."

"what happened?"

"you say..."

"Ok?"

"Dad isn't cuckolding you, is he?"

Ivan was speechless for a moment, then raised his eyes and looked behind his stupid son: "...be positive, son."

Nyarlathotep, who knew nothing about everything, was still chattering: "No, according to common sense, Dad will leave work on time at 7:[-] p.m., a person like him has never been able to consciously work overtime, since he also There aren't so many complicated relationships to resolve, so we only have one explanation, that is, he wants to find me a baby mother—oh!"

After being hit hard on the back of the head, he turned his head angrily, but the anger died out the second he saw the person coming, so he turned around with a grin, trying to pretend that nothing happened.

But the man standing behind him was obviously not that magnanimous—under the thick night, the man showed a creepy smile, leaned on the back of Nyarlathotep's high chair with one hand, and held Holding his milky white cane inlaid with gorgeous gems, he patted his son's cheek with his cold skull.

"................."

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

"Say what, son?"

"................."

"Let me listen too?"

"................."

"If you don't beat Liang Jiewa for three days, do you want to get beaten?"

"......" The little boy blushed, and it took him a long time to say, "Mom, save me."

The red-haired loli almost laughed out loud.

On the other side, the Jewish girl was completely dumbfounded.

"I thought you died somewhere in the universe." The young man in pajamas sat on the seat, and moved his butt uncomfortably because of the man in suit and leather shoes.

"Why?" The man withdrew his cane and snapped his fingers very beautifully.The next second, a servant in a tuxedo hurried over with a chair, so hurried that he almost forgot to take back his fish head.

"After all, you must have many enemies, considering your character that can always make people angry."

Azathoth sat down leisurely, and asked Yutou's servant to pour him a cup of tea. His tea cup was gradually filled, and traces of heat came out, blurring some of his unpredictable expressions: "Actually, I did get delayed."

Ivan raised his lips gloatingly: "By your enemy?"

"Yes."

"Then where is he now? I really want to see him."

"I don't know," the man held the table knife, lowered his head slightly, the snow-white knife surface faithfully reflected the real picture - it was a group of wriggling, lifeless tentacles, four tumbling red eyes twisted in the Inside the piece of meat, the background is a huge golden insect nest—so he raised his eyebrows and put down the knife, "Actually, I can satisfy all your wishes, except this one."

"Ha, why?"

"Because he has turned to ashes."

Ivan: "........."

Just pretend to be aggressive, can you stop pretending to be so refreshing and innocent, brother? ?

Afternoon tea, or evening tea to be precise, is currently in an uncomfortable phase.

For example, Azathoth was sitting in the first place, propping his chin with one hand and stirring the sweet soup with a spoon in the other. He was looking at Ivan, and the latter looked nervous, as if there was something under his buttocks. The stove looked as if at any moment it might explode; to his left, a Jew girl spoiled a cake with a silver fork, a little castle of fondant fell from the top, and two little figures in wedding gowns had their heads chopped off; Arlathotep was chatting with the red-haired loli in a low voice with a bored expression on his face. The two brats seemed to be in perfect harmony. Of course, they never admitted this fact.

Nyarlathotep moved his nose like a dog: "I feel a sour smell that is about to acidify my teeth."

Loli: "Haven't your deciduous teeth been replaced yet?"

Nyarlathotep: "...I don't change my baby teeth."

Loli: "Oh, I almost forgot."

After a while, Nyarlathotep spoke again: "I feel like Dad looks like a weasel with good intentions."

Loli: "So you want to say that Mrs. is a chicken?"

Nyarlathotep: "......"

Ivan, who didn't really want to hear the whole process, tilted his head slightly, and warned his son in a low voice: "Excuse me, can you two act a little bit like normal kids?"

Nyarlathotep puffed out his chest confidently: "What is a 'normal child'? ——This universe is irrational, orderly and ruleless, just like Dad, tsk."

The red-haired loli opened her eyes wide: "Okay! The following is disrespectful!"

So Nyarlathotep retracted his neck again.

At this moment, Azathoth tapped the porcelain bowl lightly with a spoon, and the three crisp sounds of "clang, clang, clang" were not loud, and seemed a little insignificant in the thick night, but they managed to make everyone shut up. On the mouth.

"Honey, I have a gift for you." After being completely quiet, Azathoth smiled in satisfaction, and looked at Ivan with red eyes. The calm attitude on his expression made the young man think uncomfortable.

"Can you take it back if I say I don't want it?"

"No."

Ivan mocked: "Then why don't you just stuff it into my hand."

"Okay, then I'll do it next time." Azathoth replied indifferently.

Under the curious eyes of several children, he took the long golden nanmu box handed over by Yutou's servant - the box is very baggy, with five rubies inlaid on the surface, and each gem is surrounded by white spot diamonds, exquisitely carved, It was shiny, but considering the character of the owner of the box... none of this was surprising—then with a "click", he unscrewed the button and placed it in front of Ivan.

Compared with the outer box, the dagger inside looks much shabby.

The dagger, which was about half the length of the young man's arm, lay quietly on the dark red velvet cushion. The dark black smooth handle looked like it was covered with a layer of dust, but the simple blade was compellingly sharp, as sharp as Ivan's. There is no doubt that it cuts jade like mud...Even when the handle of this knife cuts off a person's head, the head will probably smile and say a few more words before it realizes that its body has been separated——Evil, this How is the example so strange.

"Aha, why don't you give me a dagger and let me kill myself?" Ivan muttered.

Nyarlathotep stared enviously at the dagger: "...Mom, what did you learn from humans?"

The young man glared at his son, hesitantly stretched out a finger, and lightly touched the surface of the dagger, as if he was facing some fierce beast.

——The first touch of the surface was very icy, very icy, so cold that he felt that his fingers were about to freeze in an instant, the second touch...he felt that this dagger seemed very happy? ?Look, the blade is almost humming happily.

Azathoth propped his chin, his handsome face seemed to possess some kind of magic power: "Don't show that expression, country bumpkin, this is a good thing."

"What...what?" Ivan frowned suddenly, and an inexplicable sleepiness surrounded him.

"It's called Hegra."

"......"

Ivan remained silent and did not answer, because there seemed to be a suction force on the dagger, which was continuously sucking Ivan's soul away from his body, so he tried to move his fingers, but found that the flesh-colored skin had stuck to the blade, and now they It is one.

——This is a bit scary, he thought vaguely.

"Forged by the fire of the world's first annihilated star."

Soon, the images in his eyes began to blur, the upper and lower eyelids struggled non-stop, his head buzzed, the man's words were blurred as if separated by a layer of water, and it seemed like thousands of mosquitoes were buzzing non-stop buzzing.There were bursts of pain in his temple, the pain was severe, as if he had a feeling of being rejected by the world.

"It is also the only God-Defying Blade."

Gradually, gradually, the sky shattered, day and night turned upside down, and the garden, teacup, loli and maze entered into a rapid rotation, turning and turning, turning and turning, making Ivan dazzled.

——Until there was a crisp sound of "click", the vivid picture turned into pieces like dust in an instant...

The young man vaguely sensed that someone had broken the mirror, but he was too sleepy, and his body protested to his brain to rest, and his weak brain couldn't refuse any request... After several struggles, he finally blinked, but couldn't help it He fell into a deep sleep and fell into darkness, and the man's deep red eyes were the last memory in his mind.

【sleep. 】

……

[The struggling look is so cute. 】

……

[Anyway, the next meeting is not far away. 】

——The next second, Ivan suddenly opened his eyes.

☆、Chap.31

After two seconds of silence, the bewildered young man moved his body on the single bed.It seems that Ross is not there. The cup of coffee on the desk has long lost its heat. The door of the psychological room is tightly closed. A light blue thin quilt covered him, made of pure cotton, very soft, but the point was not here.

He lowered his head and saw that he was holding a dagger in his hand. The handle of the knife was shabby and simple, and the sharp blade reflected his bewildered expression of capitalized question marks.

——It's a bit like the "Hegella" in the dream.

Ivan: "......"

This is like seeing a ghost in broad daylight.

Regardless of the faint pain in his temple, Ivan tried hard to recall, and found that he really