Touched by a ghost, I choose death

At the time of the devil, the setting sun was like blood, and the young man fell into a pool of blood, curled up, the expression on his face changed from bewildered to unwilling, and finally he was frozen in a bloody mess.

However, those dark blue eyes were deep and narrow, staring ferociously at a certain direction, even the last moment before turning to ashes, they did not change.

Atobe finally cleared away the black mist of the nightmare, but after the mess, there was a heart-wrenching scene.

"Mr. Ajibe."

There was a female voice beside him calling his name softly, with some confusion mixed in the seemingly plain tone.

Who is calling him?

A terrifying picture appeared in his mind, even though it was something he had never experienced, it was as real as what he saw with his own eyes.

"Atobe-kun." The female voice raised the volume slightly.

where is he?

I felt my hands being gently held, and then gently released a second before regaining consciousness.

As he was walking, he felt something strange scratching his back.

It would be deceiving to say there was no tension.

With a "snap", the dark room brightened in an instant.It was too bright but made him subconsciously reach out to cover the strong light.

After escaping from the nightmare, Atobe took a step forward, then turned around, and after seeing the thing that really troubled him, the boulder hanging high in his heart slowly fell down.

Behind him is only a light rope hanging from the roof, still shaking slightly at this moment.

Fortunately, it was a false alarm.

Seeing Atobe whose eyes gradually became clearer, Qiye secretly breathed a sigh of relief knowing that he had returned to his original state.

She was undoubtedly shocked when she received a call from Kakashi last night and heard him tell her the confidential information he found.

How many coincidences are there in this world to create this tragedy?

Atobe suddenly turned his head to look at Qiye: "Is there a way to make him appear?"

"You mean, to confront each other head-on?" Qiye frowned.

"Ah, I already know who he is." Atobe closed his eyes.

is yours……

Qiye stared at Atobe intently, at this moment he closed his eyes, faded away from the usual publicity and dazzling aura, and just stood quietly in this room.The long eyelashes trembled slightly, and although his face was expressionless, she felt that his heart must be sad.

Kakashi's deep voice echoed in her mind: "How could the children of the Atobe family wander outside, and finally got involved in a serial car accident because of drunkenness? But it was indeed the people of the Atobe family who finally dealt with it."

Knowing this, Qiye already wanted to stop.

Although she had vowed that she would pursue the matter to the end, this matter has obviously gone deep into the Atobe family, and it can be called Atobe's family affairs.And what qualifications does an outsider like her have to ask questions and explore the so-called truth?

Before she knew it, she fell into an awkward position.Qiye feels that she is stepping on a single-plank bridge at this time. On the left is the truth about the Atobe family, while on the right is the fact that the grievances are entangled. She is bumping on this bridge, and it is really difficult to find a balance point.

"Sunday and Seventh Night," Atobe suddenly said, "You look like this, do you want to give up?"

Seeing the girl's hesitation, he inadvertently frowned.

This matter is very complicated to say, involving an outsider, if there is any mistake, it may be life-threatening, just like the collapsed ceiling at the beginning.

If the girl in front of him said that he would give up, he would let her go without saying a word.He knew very well that the other party had no obligation to act with him in this matter.As a stranger, more or less help during this time is enough for him.

"Atobe-kun, the right to decide this matter," Qiye paused, "is in your hands."

Her personal safety came second.The main thing is another thing.To put it bluntly, this may be related to the scandal of the Atobe family. How can outsiders be allowed to spy on the dark tide in a family?

"I believe in you." Atobe stroked the mole at the corner of his eye.

There is no doubt about the employer, how can the person he recognizes care about those rules and regulations, and thus be shackled by the so-called family.

I didn't expect her to think of this level.There was a trace of approval in his heart, and perhaps a faint sigh of relief at the same time.Although he still doesn't know what purpose the girl in front of him has.But judging from the many days of getting along, he believed that she was not malicious.

Qiye slammed into the deep eyes of the other party.

It seemed like a long, long time, and no one had said that to her.

It is extremely lonely on the way to maintain a low sense of presence.In the Three Thousand Worlds, even if you are in the vast sea of ​​people, your heart is like stepping into frozen soil and wasteland, lonely and deserted.

The hustle and bustle outside has nothing to do with her.And she will always be alone.

It's just that I didn't expect that Keigo Atobe in front of me would firmly say the word "believe".

People are eager to be needed by others, so as to reflect their own value.

Although Qiye usually puts on an indifferent appearance, her heart is still unrefined. Once she is needed by others, her heart is not without fluctuations.

That being the case, how could she live up to his trust?

When she raised her head and looked at Atobe firmly, she was suddenly plunged into darkness.

Nanaya and Atobe looked at each other, and they both sensed that something was wrong in each other's eyes.

Looking out the window, she could vaguely see the setting sun dyeing half of the sky red.

So is it time to meet the devil? !

The time of encountering the devil is the time when the power of ghosts and ghosts is strongest, I am afraid...

As expected, the old books in the library fell one by one like dominoes.

At this time, a voice came faintly.

"king..."

Atobe looked at the cloud of black mist not far away, and was stunned for a long time.

"If it wasn't for you, how could I have ended up in this situation?"

His thoughts were long gone.

Keigo Atobe grew up in England, so that when he returned to Japan in junior high school, he was different.

He has a gentlemanly attitude towards people and a soft spot for red roses, all of which are the habits left behind by growing up in England.However, Zhang Yang's style is different.

It's just that very few people know that at a very young age, he is not as dazzling as the sun like today, attracting the attention of everyone around him.

Since he started to learn tennis, he was ridiculed by the children around him because he was Asian.

It has to be said that people of the yellow race have inherent disadvantages in sports.As a beginner, he couldn't win a round from a white kid.But after countless afternoons of hard training, he was finally able to stand on the court and look down at his opponent who was beaten to the ground by him.

Sweat is always what must be paid to reach the top.Even geniuses are no exception.

As the young master, Atobe will actually cause speechless incidents in many ways.

For example, on a leisurely afternoon, he unfortunately got lost.

He was always picked up by the driver, so naturally he didn't know the way back.Maybe there was nothing else going on that day, he walked casually with his own sense of direction, but in fact he didn't know that he was getting farther and farther away from home.

In such a coincidence, he passed a street tennis court.

Hearing the sound of tennis balls, he looked inside curiously.

Speaking of which, the street tennis court has caused two adventures in Atobe's life.The second adventure is well known. After being provocative, he used his strength to conquer the people on the street tennis court, and then met the little tennis prince and others.

However, probably only he himself still vaguely remembers the first adventure.

The people on the court are obviously older than him, but in his eyes, their level is not worth mentioning.

At this time, the Atobe has not yet become a climate, and naturally there is no provocative drama happening.He just laughed in his heart that they were nothing more than that.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but when he was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of a brisk figure.

On the innermost court, there is a person whose movements are smooth and graceful, and his body is as light as a flying swallow.

He has always liked the strong, so he walked outside the court without knowing it, and watched the game silently.

While watching, he was also thinking in his heart: If his opponent was him, what chance would he have of winning?

The person Atobe cares about is not only his superb skills, but the most important thing is that he has the same yellow skin as him.

In fact, it is not uncommon for Asians to immigrate to or study in the UK, but there are not many who play tennis well, which makes him inexplicably friendly.Just like meeting the first Japanese player who played tennis at school, that person became his inseparable partner until a long time later.

So every following weekend, Atobe will deliberately take a long way to this street tennis court to have a look.And he was surprised to find that almost every time, he would meet the person he cared about.

We met many times. One time when he came outside the tennis court, the boy was resting on the bench outside the court. He caught a glimpse of him and waved to him with a smile.

"I see you every time. Do you like tennis?" He walked towards him with a very familiar look.

Atobe didn't say anything, just nodded.

In fact, the young master was well protected by the family at that time, and the people he could get in touch with were all children from noble schools, and he rarely got along with the common people outside.

Facing this boy at first, he said very little, but later when he learned that the two were from the same country, there was a wave of turmoil in his heart.

"Wow, what a coincidence, as fellow villagers, let's have a fight."

Atobe never thought that he failed again on a street tennis court.But this time he didn't feel any regrets.

It's just that he deeply feels that he is not strong enough.

But he didn't wait for the day to defeat him after all.