After the leader of He Sen

The night I became a mermaid I thought about a lot of things, all about the butterfly spell in my heart.

Because I didn't come back very late at home, I used the pen and paper on her desk to paint and draw without authorization.

I have listed on paper all the information that is known about the spell spirit so far.

1 The first time I felt uncomfortable in my heart and I could hear the sound of the wings of the curse spirit was when the old school building was in danger.

2 The second time the spell spirit's wings vibrated faster, and the obvious pain in the heart was during the dispute with Mori Ogai.

3 The third time... This time I didn't feel the vibration frequency of the wings, but the ability to activate the spell spirit in the abandoned hospital allowed me to eliminate the filth.

4 The fourth time, and the last time so far, was also in the old school building. When Su Nuo was about to remove my arm, the curse spirit burned Su Nuo's hand in order to protect me.

Is it burnt to the point of charred black?I clenched the pen in my hand, and the feeling of heart tightening came again.

Knotweed...

I don't want to think about his injury for the time being, after all, Miss Jiajin is not here, so I can only wait for her to come back and then use the spell to treat the wound on the knotweed, there is no use in rushing.I tried my best to get the knotweed hand out of my mind.

Looking at the four paragraphs of text that fell on the paper, I began to think that 1, 3, and 4 can all be attributed to the fact that the curse spirit passively activated its ability to deflate other curse spirits who approached me in order to protect me from harm.It can directly eliminate the filth of the third-level curse spirit, and it can also cause a certain degree of damage to the king of curses like Su Nuo.

From this point of view, this butterfly curse spirit is quite remarkable.

I touched the left side of my chest.

But article 2 is an exception, Mori Ogai is not a curse spirit, why does the butterfly curse spirit react?It's okay to react, the other three times when it vibrated its wings, at most I felt that the frequency of the heart beat a little faster, but the second time it was a real pain.

Why on earth?

I can only think about it wildly.

Perhaps, the butterfly curse spirit realized the danger and wanted to deal with Mori Ogai in the same way as the curse spirit, but it didn't work but caused an unexpected load on my heart?

Or maybe, there is some connection between this curse spirit and Mori Ogai.No no no, this is unlikely.

So is there any connection between the curse spirit and my ability?

The ideas diverge here, and they glide in the other direction.

I don't know if my ability will still work in this week's episode. The person I love will probably never have it in this life, so I don't have a chance to verify it.

Falling back on the soft back of the chair, he muttered to himself, "If only my ability could fulfill my wish."

The vision should have been the blue of the wings of the curse spirit after the house was finished, and it was inconceivable to close the eyes and then open them to restore the pattern of the roof.

There was the sound of swishing wings flapping in the heart.

Is it echoing what I just said?

What did I just say...

After thinking about it, I repeated it quietly: "It would be great if my ability could fulfill my wish."

Blue and black patterns alternate in front of my eyes, the butterfly's wings are flapping, it is about to fly out of my chest!

"Are you responding?" I tried to communicate with it, "Are you trying to say..."

I dare not dream such a bold dream.

"Are you trying to say that you can fulfill my wish?" It was anticipation and fear, and a little nervous.

The wings didn't move.

I waited quietly for a while before I breathed a sigh of relief, and said half-jokingly: "If my wish can be fulfilled, then I want to become a mermaid."

When I was young, my mother bought me a book of fairy tales, which was colorful and hard-shelled.The pages inside are also made of hard paper, which cannot be rolled up like a textbook, a bit like the texture of a photo.

My mother occasionally wants to be a good mother. She reads the stories in it to me, but her patience can only support her to read the first story, so it is the first few pages of the book that impress me the most.

"Daughter of the Sea".

I cried so sadly.Especially at the end of the story, the pretty little mermaid cried the most for the moment when the prince turned into bubbles.

In order to meet her beloved prince, the little mermaid lost her voice to sing beautifully, and the legs turned into fishtails would feel pain like a knife when walking on the ground.How sad it must have been for her who paid such a heavy price to see the prince with other girls.

My mother stopped reading me stories, she said it bothered her that I always had to hear the story and cry all the time.

I started reading bedtime stories to myself, always "Daughter of the Sea", always sad.

Naturally sensitive, with ridiculously strong empathy is not a good thing, especially born in an unhappy family, this terrible empathy will only become a blunt knife, and I swallow the blunt knife.

When I was very young, I just felt that the Little Mermaid was very pitiful and felt sorry for what happened to her.When I was a little older, I wanted to be The Little Mermaid again while sleeping in my bedroom listening to my parents arguing endlessly outside.

I turned the pages of the book, put my head against the cold words, and wanted a magician to descend from the sky. With a snap, the book sucked me in, and I became the Little Mermaid inside.

I live in a palace under the sea, I have a mermaid mother and a mermaid father who love me, I will not rise to the surface of the human world out of curiosity, and fall in love with the prince who turns me into a bubble.

The miracle did not happen, I am not the Little Mermaid, I am Kiyoe Rika as a human being.But I fell in love with the prince. In order to please him and become the ideal princess in his eyes, I was too hungry to walk, but I still couldn't be with him.

I was a little silly, and then I fell in love with a prince, he was the most gentle person in the world to me, he said sweet words that I had never heard before, and protected me when I was in danger, he said that I left behind in a car accident Under the wound can sing, he is so good to me.

I like him enough to go from here to the moon and back.

so many!I am amazed myself.

I can't write enough about his goodness, but he also has a little bit of badness. It's not good to have a fingernail that big.

The only bad thing about him is that he doesn't really like me.

I exchanged those favors with him using the wish-granting power, and cheated secretly.It was going smoothly, but then something went wrong and the power dried up.

He was very angry, and the first time he attacked me, maybe he thought it was a loss-making business, but he didn't want to make it too obvious.To be honest, I'm also a little sorry, but it's time for me to wake up from the "he loves me" dream.

Unexpectedly, the way I woke up was a bit cruel. When I was trapped in the box and couldn't move, I remembered the fairy tale called "The Daughter of the Sea".

Reminds me of myself who wanted to be the Little Mermaid when I was a child.

But I'm not going to be the little mermaid, I'm just going to be a bubble.

Miss Jiajin came back very late tonight. I wanted to wait and ask her if she had had dinner. If not, I could remind her to reheat the barbecue rice in the refrigerator, but she still didn't come after waiting.

After waiting until later, I decided to go to the bathroom to wash up first.

Brush your teeth, wash your face, and then fall to the ground with a bang.

It's not that the water on the ground is slippery, or that my cerebellum is underdeveloped, and I can even wrestle on flat ground, but that my legs, which were not easy to walk, have turned into fish tails with light blue scales.

I let out a short scream as I slipped and fell.

The tail slapped on the ground in embarrassment, and I lifted my upper body only to find that the clothes were gone.

In addition to physical changes, consciousness is also blurred, no, not just blurred.It's more like drinking a lot of wine, feeling very happy, everything in front of you is covered with bright colors.

The pain, anxiety, disgust, and all negative emotions in the memory were filtered out until only my name remained.

I climbed into the bathtub not far away, turned on the nozzle, and let the cold water drip down. I should have felt cold...

should be?

I don't feel cold, I just feel that my body is very comfortable being washed by the water, happy!So happy!I started to flick my tail and pat the not much water in the bathtub, a trace of rationality held me back and said that splashing water everywhere would cause trouble for others.

But he stopped to think but couldn't figure out who was causing trouble, so he started clapping happily again.

I looked around for the little yellow duck that could float on the water, but couldn't find it. I curled up my tail in frustration and touched the slippery tail fin.

It would be great if this place with water could be bigger, it’s not easy to let go of it.I lay on the edge of the bathtub thinking like this, sleepiness gradually came to me.

*

Zhong Yuan also worked overtime to doubt his life.

This sentence is not a complaint, but a statement from his point of view.

Of course, he also works conscientiously at ordinary times. After all, as the existence of the ceiling of combat power in the organization, the tasks that require him are definitely heavyweight, and he must maintain a high degree of vigilance and sense of responsibility at all times.

Unlike his previous partners, he has a bad habit of fishing and throwing blame, as long as it is the leader's account, he will definitely do the best within his ability.

However, recently—

The workload is a bit much.

He is busy, Ozaki Momiji is also busy, and the leader is even busier.

The leader didn't rest for a few days, and the amount of information on the table, which was fairly tidy in the past, was obviously more than doubled.

In terms of urgency, there was no incident that could constitute a major crisis. Why on earth did the leader work so hard?It seems to have to pile up all the things that have been done for several days.

Zhong Yuanzhong also worked hard to use his little head.

I didn't think about why.

After working overtime day and night for a few days, the leader made a special trip to explain that he had business to go to Tokyo for a few days.

The answer is revealed.It seems that this is the reason for the crazy overtime work in the past few days.

"It should have been two days later, but tomorrow is a special day." The documents on the table finally returned to the level of tidiness a few days ago, the leader's complexion was not very good, and there was an almost Burnt cigarette.

Zhong Yuanzhong also noticed that it was a lady's cigarette.

The chief doesn't usually have the habit of smoking, but he is too tired now, so it is understandable to smoke a refreshing one, but the brand he chooses is confusing.

The leader noticed that his eyes fell on his cigarette, so he pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, "Is it strange that I smoke?"

Chuya Nakahara: "No, I just thought the leader would like a brand with a heavier nicotine content."

"The nicotine content of this brand is really low. Even high school students smoke more than this when they go out to play." The leader seemed to think of something, with a faint smile on his mouth. "She is still a good girl at heart."

"Is the leader talking about... a girlfriend?" It's not too much of a stretch. Asking such a question with gossip should not be offensive, but the modifier "good boy", the "she" in the leader's mouth is probably not very old.

The leader adjusted his posture on the seat, propped his face with his hands, and showed a thoughtful expression, "It should be his wife."

Unexpected answer, Nakahara Nakaya was stunned for a moment, "Then... the leader's wife?"

The leader lowered his head and laughed hoarsely, "Don't call her that, you will definitely be angry."

At this time, Mori Ogai still doesn't know that the wife he talks about has become a mermaid with amnesia, and he is counting the pearls in his hand, wondering how many pearls he should give to the man named Gojo Satoru.