foggy morning light (twilight fandom)

I continued: "You killed someone in your previous life."

I'm not using a questioning tone, but a statement of fact.

It seemed that only Angela and I existed at the scene, and we began to communicate on our own in familiar Chinese.Trapped in a vortex, other people can't get in, and the people in the center will be forced to face a dangerous countercurrent if they move a little bit, or they will fail miserably, or become masters.

When Angela spoke again, the scars on her face had faded away.

"You think you are a good person?"

She smiled contemptuously, and patted the dust that didn't exist on her body.Leaning lazily on the sofa, his expression became extreme and turned into a posture of breaking a jar.I have seen this look a lot, and even in the last life when I was examining stubborn prisoners, I felt that something was missing if I didn't come to this way.

I also leaned like this, without speaking, and looked at her calmly to the end.

In terms of aura, at any rate I used to be an idiot, but I was full of righteousness.

Sure enough, not long after, Angela couldn't help provoking again: "Why, in the end you didn't save anyone and you took your own life."

"Hahaha... It's really funny, you are dead, but you don't remember what happened in the end."

I kept clenching my hands on my lap, and my face was still expressionless, as if I was watching a clown performing a one-man show.The churning in my heart told me that I was talking nonsense that I didn't need, and that this girl was so wicked that I wanted to shake my fist.

"I'm really happy, you seem to remember it for me." I followed her train of thought, remembering what she had said in the car before.It seems that she remembers a lot more than I don't know.

Angela paused, and I knew my thinking was right.

"Hmph, let me advise you, knowing the truth is not good for you." Her body leaning against the sofa became stiff, her fingers unconsciously scratched, but what she said was contradictory, "You and I are both cursed by the black swallowtail butterfly." Yes, the closer you get to the truth, the faster you will die."

"That's it..." I looked at my fingers pretending to be perfunctory, the whitish color of the tightened fingers kept reminding me that I should solve the problem violently.

"Heh..." Angela's contemptuous mocking action completely made me give up the way of using clichés. I pulled up the corner of her clothes and forced her to look up into my eyes.

Finger bones creaked, I imitated her contempt, and narrowed my eyes dangerously.

I yelled: "What curses are you talking about over and over again, you think you are still a boy with a second-year-old child? Bastard, you just talked so much nonsense, but you are talking about the truth and death!"

"There should be a limit to self-righteousness. I'm not a policeman in this life. I don't guarantee that I will do anything."

After putting down the harsh words, Angela's eyes flickered, and she tried to stare back.The atmosphere is sharp, and the heavy breathing forms an additive in the air, as if there will be a beast that will turn into a beast and rush to bite.

"Then let me tell you, I know a lot of truths, you, no, don't you want to know how Victoria found me?" Angela's fingers tugged at the collar of her that I grabbed, tears kept sliding down like lines , "As you can see! Both you and I can heal from injuries, but the speed is different."

Still speaking in Chinese, she spoke in an angry tone and looked at me as if she was taking revenge.

I noticed the speed of her speaking, and suddenly remembered the curse she said before, which made me let go of her collar and sit back in my seat casually.Only I know that at this moment, I feel oppressed instead, as if collapsing from the sky, rushing to my eyes in an instant, I can suffocate alive.

"Curse?" I asked the two words I asked before.

"Oh, it seems that your intuition as a policeman is still there. The more you know the truth, the deeper this damned 'curse' haunts you, and you will be swallowed up sooner or later, just like me."

Angela collapsed on the sofa in frustration, pointing to her chest.But I immediately understood that what she said was that the butterfly mark would become more and more blurred, and the healing ability of the wound would become more and more difficult to heal, just like... her.