Lord Yama please let me go

Hello everyone, I am Lan Miaomiao, the heroine of this book.

I am probably the worst heroine in history. Have you ever seen a heroine who was hit on the head by a book in her bookcase and then lost her memory?

Yes, I am such a heroine with amnesia.According to the setting of the story, I will receive a call after a while, and the person on the phone will tell me what I will do next.

What?You ask me if the story is not developed by myself?

Of course it is, but now, I have amnesia, and I need someone to tell me what to do.

You see, I am right, there is a phone call.

Hmm... Eunuch Zhu?Let's see what he has to say.

"Hello, hello!"

"Hi, you ghost, what time is it! Have you got the manuscript of One-Eyed Lolita!"

Ah, it seems that this person has a bad temper. This high-pitched, thin voice with a bit of a lady's voice really makes my ears uncomfortable.

Moreover, this NPC's explanation is really unclear, it seems that I can only ask him.

"Hello. I seem to have encountered an accident and lost my memory. Can you be more specific about the mission?"

"Lan Miaomiao, what kind of tricks are you playing again? Get out of here and go to that one-eyed loli's house to press for the manuscript! If you don't bring the manuscript back to me today, don't come back yourself either!"

"Beep beep..."

This person's temper is really not good enough. Fortunately, we already know what to do.Now, let's set off to find another heroine of this story, the one-eyed loli.

……

Um?Lan Miaomiao glanced at the bronzing hard cover book that knocked her out.

"This is... a diary?" Lan Miaomiao picked up the notebook on the ground and murmured in a low voice.

In this strange and memoryless environment, a diary would be of great help to her.

Lan Miaomiao subconsciously put the diary in her bag and took it out together.

The one-eyed Loli lives in a single villa full of creepers.

Lan Miaomiao, who came from the downtown area, looked at the creepers all over the wall in amazement. The owner of this house is really full of artistic atmosphere.

Lan Miaomiao tightened the bag on her back.According to the person on the phone, she wanted to come here to find someone named One-eyed Lolita, and she successfully got her serialized manuscript.

It's not as difficult as it sounds.

Lan Miaomiao took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.

【——】

The doorbell didn't ring.

Maybe she was too nervous to press it.Lan Miaomiao took another breath and rang the doorbell.

【——】

That's probably because the doorbell has a bad contact. She will try again?Lan Miaomiao rang the doorbell.

【——】

Well, the doorbell is broken.

Lan Miaomiao recognized this reality, and instead raised her hand to knock on the door of the villa.

As soon as Lan Miaomiao's hand touched the door, the door of the villa opened a gap with a creak.

It was clear that the sky was bright and bright, but there was darkness in the house through the cracks.

Lan Miaomiao swallowed, and nervously peered into the crack of the door.

"Hello, is anyone home? Is it the one-eyed loli's house?"

The only response to her was deathly silence.

Lan Miaomiao clenched her belt tightly, mustered up the courage to push the door a little wider.

"Hello?"

Following the sunlight outside the door, Lan Miaomiao vaguely noticed a bloodstain that seemed to have dried up on the floor of the door.

In order to confirm the bad premonition in her heart, Lan Miaomiao directly pushed the door open.

I saw that inside the gate, all kinds of women's shoes were scattered all over the place, and there was a large piece of dry dark red unknown liquid under the shoes.The shoes scattered around were also more or less splashed with these liquids.

"God, is this really blood?" Lan Miaomiao covered her chest in fright.

And the other end of the liquid has traces extending into the house.

Lan Miaomiao took out her mobile phone tremblingly, but the blankness in her mind made her not know who to call.

Helpless, Lan Miaomiao could only bravely turn on the flashlight of the mobile phone, hold it in front of her chest, and carefully followed the bloodstains into the house.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" When passing by the messy living room, Lan Miaomiao's voice trembled even more.

Looking at the traces extending upstairs, she felt a chill in her heart.

A person who shed so much blood should already be dead, right?Lan Miaomiao couldn't help being terrified at the thought that he might face a cold corpse when he went upstairs.

Finally, the trembling Lan Miaomiao called Zhu Gong.

"Hi, hello, Eunuch Zhu?" Lan Miaomiao asked with a trembling voice.

"You damn girl, are you impatient today? Who is your father-in-law?" As the first voice Lan Miaomiao heard after losing her memory, at this moment, the shrill voice made Lan Miaomiao I felt a sense of security in my heart.

"Eunuch Zhu, I've arrived at the house of the one-eyed girl you mentioned. But, there is a big pool of blood in her house, so scary." Lan Miaomiao explained what she saw.

"You really don't want to do it anymore?! Call me for this kind of thing. Aren't you a fan of the one-eyed loli? You don't know that her family likes to make such a ghost! If you don't bring back the manuscript today, I will even settle the account of you calling me father-in-law!"

After finishing speaking, Zhu Gong angrily hung up the phone quickly, this dead girl made him mad.

When Lan Miaomiao heard what Eunuch Zhu said, the fear in her heart could not completely disappear.

Looking at the extremely dimly lit room, her heart almost jumped out of her throat.

Lan Miaomiao held up her mobile phone and followed the traces carefully to go upstairs.

The traces on the ground pointed to a closed room.

With trembling fingers, Lan Miaomiao caressed the cold doorknob on the door. The cold feeling from her fingertips constantly stimulated Lan Miaomiao's nerves.

Lan Miaomiao kept taking deep breaths, hoping to relieve the deep tension in her heart.

Finally, she closed her eyes tightly, trying to push the door open.

"If I were you, I wouldn't open that door."

Suddenly, a deep and cold female voice came from behind Lan Miaomiao.

Lan Miaomiao suddenly felt a biting chill coming from behind her, she kept comforting herself and encouraged herself to turn around.

"Don't let go, are you curious about what's in the room?" Seeing that Lan Miaomiao didn't respond, the female voice behind him came over again, but this time, the voice was a little colder.

The cold voice made Lan Miaomiao quickly let go of the doorknob.

"Are you new here?" The cold female voice sounded again.

Lan Miaomiao nodded vigorously, she turned around, lowered her head and said, "Hello, my name is Lan Miaomiao, and a man named Zhu Gonggong asked me to come to you to get the manuscript."

After speaking, Lan Miaomiao carefully raised her head.

I saw a girl in a gothic Lolita dress standing in front of her.

The girl's silvery-white slightly curly hair was scattered over her shoulders, and her bangs were loosely scattered on the girl's forehead, making the girl's face more delicate and compact.

However, one of the girl's eyes was covered by a black eyepatch, while the other eye turned out to be a strange gray.

For a moment, Lan Miaomiao didn't know what to do with her expression, and she became demented.

"This time, this one looks pretty good. Why does it look so unintelligent?" Zhong Yanluo complained in a low voice, "Why didn't you call the police?"

"Ah?" Lan Miaomiao looked at Zhong Yanluo suspiciously. This person looked like he had a second-class illness. Why did he speak so fiercely?Sophomore turned Tsundere?

"Why didn't you call the police when you saw a big pool of blood from the door?" Zhong Yanluo asked again.

"That's it. Eunuch Zhu told me that this is often the case in your house." Lan Miaomiao replied with a dull face.

"Don't lie to me, you obviously started calling when you were in the living room!" Zhong Yanluo frowned and pointed out Zhong Yanluo's mistake in time.

"Yes, I saw a pool of blood at the door, so I wanted to come in and take a look. Then the living room was even more scary, so I wanted to ask someone what to do." Lan Miaomiao argued with Zhong Yanluo with blank eyes.

Zhong Yanluo looked at Lan Miaomiao with a dull expression, and couldn't help feeling discouraged.

Even such a mentally retarded and timid person did not call the police. Sure enough, there are still many things that don't make sense in the behavior of the characters in her article.

At the thought of rewriting the manuscript again, Zhong Yanluo felt depressed.This person is all to blame. If she had called the police directly, she wouldn't have to rewrite it!

"Let's go, we won't be able to get the manuscript today!" Zhong Yanluo waved weakly at Lan Miaomiao.

"No." When Lan Miaomiao heard that he would not get the manuscript, his dull eyes suddenly became firm, "That Eunuch Zhu said, if I can't get the manuscript, I don't want to go back either! So I can't Walk!"

"Oh." Zhong Yanluo glanced at Lan Miaomiao lightly, "If you don't leave, just help me clean up the downstairs, thank you."

After finishing speaking, Zhong Yanluo turned around and shut herself back into the study.

Lan Miaomiao looked at Zhong Yanluo's study, and then at the room next to her.

She hesitated again and again, but still did not open the door.Forget it, it's said that curiosity killed the cat, so she better not open it.

"Fuck!" Zhong Yanluo, who was sitting in the study, was watching Lan Miaomiao's every move through the surveillance screen on the computer screen.

When she saw Lan Miaomiao hesitating in front of that room door, she felt a little happy in her heart.Then, Lan Miaomiao stood there for a while and then left directly!

Isn't this person curious?

Zhong Yanluo became more irritable and deleted the manuscripts in the computer one by one.

Sure enough, she shouldn't have too many fantasies about these stupid humans.

The author has something to say: ah~ Recently, I have regretted more and more why I told my parents about my writing.

My mother was fine, but my father objected in various ways after he found out.I keep saying that no one is happy to read the garbage articles I write. My God, I really vomit three liters of blood.

Forget it, it seems to be a good time recently, calling me every day when I am writing.

Yesterday again, the first sentence was, are you writing your messy novel again?

Then I felt like I was going to vomit blood, but I was a fool and honestly confessed, yes, I was writing.

Then there is a three-hour ideological education.I'm so... exhausted, and it really doesn't make sense.

He said, do you rely on writing for a living or because of your hobby.I would say, love it.

He said, why do you spend so much time writing for hobbies?

I said, even if it is a hobby, I want to write well.

He thought it was funny?I don't get it, what's so funny about it?

Then I said, then you just take it as me to give yourself an extra way out

He laughed at me even more!He said, oh, there is no future in writing, you give up sooner or later (?! WTF)

In short, I feel tired, and recently I have heard his old man say almost every day, oops, I’m writing your rubbish again, anyway, no one reads it, why waste time (?!)

Bah, I obviously have cute little angels, okay?

Angry, I have recently been angry with pimples all over my face.