[Comprehensive] Lisa who loves nightmares

That day was completely a coincidence.

No, it's not purely accidental either.As an r (hunter), he is also searching for suitable prey, and among them his favorite is those 'hunters' who he thinks are right.The so-called praying mantis catching cicadas, with the oriole behind, refers to this situation.The target in hunting is most likely to miss behind itself and become a fragile and easy target.

Moreover, hunting carnivorous animals is always more interesting than chasing herbivorous animals, as long as anyone who has hunted before can understand.

Whether it was accidental or inevitable, anyway, at that time, that day, he did appear there.

On the way, he encountered a little accident. Someone who asked for his help called him, so he had to spend a little time socializing.By the time he could move freely, his target had disappeared deep in the woods.

He parked his car some distance away and waited for a while.

【Boom】.

Is it gunfire?Not sure, the sound is muffled, with a muffler?

He got out of the car quietly, quietly and quickly sneaking into the depths of the woods like a big cat.

"Where are you! (Where are you!)"

He saw the boy lying motionless on the ground, the teddy bear scattered aside, and the man who was running around frantically pushing through the weeds and shouting.

"I know you're here! Come out! I see you, come out!"

For a moment, he had the illusion that what the other party was looking for was himself.

"Aha! I—found it!"

The man was lying on the ground, his gun was buckled under his left hand, so that he could use his left hand to support the ground to maintain his balance, and his right hand scraped away something on the ground... It was a wooden manhole cover covered with weeds.

"I found you leggirl!"

"Ah ah!!"

That is, the cry of a child.

Almost without thinking, he has already shot.

The man's eyes widened, unable to understand what had happened!Finally, it suddenly fell to the ground.

He bent down and pulled the knife from the man's back.

In fact, using a knife is not a good choice. If you use a knife, you will almost inevitably cut yourself to some extent, and it is easy to leave your own dna.However, sometimes you just can't help but want to choose the most dangerous option.Who told him to have an inseparable memory and preference for the knife—for cutting.

After putting away the blade and wiping the blood off his hands, he walked to the well and poked his head out.

It was a young looking girl with blond hair and pale green eyes.The girl looked up at him, neither surprised nor panic, it was the astonishment of seeing an indescribable, magical thing like another world.It was as if she was looking at something other than human.

"The next time you hide in a high place, that is the psychological blind spot that most people will not look for."

He stretched out his hand, trying to pull her up from the bottom of the well.

She didn't pick up.

"just like you? (like you do?)"

She asked.

He didn't react at first, but soon he noticed that the girl was looking at his watch when she said this.

[Just like you, hiding your true self behind the status of 'high society person'. 】

Surprised, he smiled.

"Are you trying to scare me? To scare away something that you find dangerous, out of your control?"

"...justlikeyou (just like you do)."

This time, it's a declarative sentence.

He frowned, subconsciously withdrew his hand.

"why..."

He didn't know what to ask.Just started a head, and was interrupted.

"check your back (pay attention to the back)."

He rolled quickly, narrowly dodging a bullet fired from behind him.

The prey that was supposed to die is still alive?

It was a stupid mistake he'd never made, much to his chagrin.

"what--!!"

"Ahhh-!!!"

"what----!!!!"

The girl in the well opened her eyes wide, listening to the piercing man's screams, and finally covered her ears with her hands unbearably.But that couldn't isolate anything, the desperate, painful, heart-piercing cry made her shed tears.

Please stop!She prayed like this.

However, as if God wanted to make up for the pain of the boy who was killed before, the person who killed him let out a more miserable and piercing scream than the boy at that time.If you close your eyes, you will mistakenly think that you are in the deepest part of hell.

It was so long that it was difficult to breathe, and finally, the sound stopped.

There was a small rustling sound from the ground, and soon, there was no sound at all.

The girl opened her eyes, but there was nothing around, as if it was just a long nightmare.

She raised her hand and stretched her fingers, revealing the bullet casing she was holding in her palm.

"Hoo, hoo...!"

She sobbed violently twice and began to hiccup, and it went on like this for a long time, until—

"Liza!! Oh, here she is! Found it!"

——The hands of the rescuers carried her out from the bottom of the well.

She came to the hospital.

Between half-asleep and half-awake, someone came and left, and someone left and came again.

She held on tightly to what was in her hand, and would not let go no matter what happened, like holding a promise that she would not give up.

Someone else was coming, and she could hardly keep her eyes open from fatigue, but she heard voices...

"Sorry, idlers can't—"

"Hello, I'm a psychologist. I want to evaluate her current situation and see if there is anything I can do to help."

"Ah, that's right! Then I will trouble you."

This voice...?

r...?

This voice, this voice, this voice...! !

The hand with the watch...

r?

The sound, watch, and r kept flashing back and forth in her mind, like a stuck machine replaying, trying to piece together the connection between the three.

"This is a gift for you, Lisa."

Saying so in a man's voice, he placed something on the bedside.

"When you wake up and see it, there's no fear anymore."

...! ! !

"Yes, you will forget the horror, the horror, everything."

For a brief moment, something rather terrible happened.

Memories are like quicksand on the beach, as if they were accidentally washed away, for a moment, she really forgot everything.

However, the hard touch in the palm of her hand hidden under the quilt alerted her, and she realized that she was almost, or in other words, about to lose her memory!

forget?

No, no!

Those screams, those pains!No one else who heard them scream!Nobody knew they were dead!No matter who it is or what they did wrong, they shouldn't be silently forgotten like this, and die in pain like this!

If I forget, then... who else remembers?

no!I can't forget!scream!die!David!boy!I can not……! ! !

At this moment, she suddenly remembered what the teacher had told in class.

"The genealogy of a family is arranged according to the name, which is a bit like the arrangement of notes and corner marks in our book. A surname can extend several families, and each family can continue to extend..."

That happened almost instantly, and in her mind, a 'family tree' of her own was formed!Several branches extend below each word, and those branches extend more branches.In one of the branches - (lower branch) r - dangouse (dangerous) - deadman (dead man) - h (men's watch), as clearly visible as bold.

At the top of the top of this family tree, the top main line that boils down to everything, there is only one word——

david.

killher (the man who should have killed her).

Immediately afterwards, like a black screen on a computer, darkness engulfed this 'family tree'.

Her sporadic and broken memories quietly followed the black screen, hidden in the darkness.

……

"Really, I thought it was safe. She should not remember at all."

The man wearing the watch was puzzled and meditating.

Do you remember, or do you not remember?If you remember, what method was used?

"Heh, as De Klein said, it's really an interesting subject."

****

"I said," DiNozzo continued trying to break the terrible silence, "it doesn't have to be realistic to draw an artistic conception. Doesn't art rely on imagination? It's like the scenes shot in science fiction blockbusters are all virtual, only realistic What's the difference between something and a photo?"

Obviously his words poked at the pain of the other party.The painter stopped writing again, and the hand holding the pen was shaking constantly.

Yes, imagination.

This is what he lacks the most.

Without any stimulation, without a real contrast, he can't paint works that reach the soul!

"you……"

Di Nozzo wanted to continue to say something, but suddenly, he was attracted by a painting.The painting was originally far away from him, so he didn't see it all at once.

"Can't you draw it, a work full of imagination."

The painter trembled slightly, turned his head to look at him, and followed his gaze to the painting.

He couldn't help laughing.Oh, is this one?No, mistake, it's not a fancy.

The painter stood up, walked over to the painting, and turned to face DiNozzo.

"This thing doesn't show even a tenth, no, a hundredth."

"Yes, is it? It's already scary in my opinion."

Eyeball-gouging innocent girls or something, is enough for ordinary people to have nightmares, okay?

"Terror? No, no, this is...she is..."

The painter is suddenly troubled, how can he explain it?He scratched his hair in annoyance, hating his lack of vocabulary.

"What made you draw this painting?" DiNozzo has unconsciously grasped the direction of the topic, "She is different, right? Your goddess of inspiration? Tell me what happened, then I will understand The feeling you want to express."

The painter stopped his mania, turned his head, and stared at DiNozzo.

"You do not understand."

This is something that cannot be expressed in words, and only those who have experienced it can understand.This is something engraved into everyone's bone marrow, something that will never be forgotten, this is... this is...

From the most primitive instinct, the desire for life and the fear of death.

"You won't understand."

The painter took off his tie and walked up to Di Nozzo.

Di Nozzo's eyes widened, struggling as if he had no ability to resist.

When the painter walked behind him and the tie was wrapped around his neck, his hands broke free from the rope!How did he do it?Oh, I don't know, he is the magical Di Nozzo, and it is unknown that he hides blades and the like.But it was still a little late for him to break free. At this time, the suffocation and lack of oxygen deprived him of his strength, making it difficult for him to fight hard.He dug his fingers into the buckle of his tie to get a little breathing room, but not enough to break free.

"ziva!!"

Almost at the same time, someone suddenly appeared from the darkness and attacked the painter severely.It didn't take much time for the painter to be kicked and punched, and someone used his tie to help him fall to the ground with his hands.

Ziva moved the knuckles at the root of his neck and made a crunching sound.

"Ahem, cough, aren't you going to come out if I don't call you?" Di Nuozuo coughed and got up from the ground.

"How do I know that you are so skinny that you can't even handle such a rookie. Next time, I have to suggest to the boss to improve your physical training." Ziva pouted, "By the way, how do you know I'm here?"

"You didn't call me."

"...?"

"Look, you're just going to interrogate the prisoner. You should have come back after finishing your work. Even if the boss doesn't send you out, you will definitely act with your restless personality. If that's the case, you should call me and join me My direct investigation of the criminal's whereabouts."

"So the reason I didn't call you was that I was already following you, right? Not bad, DiNozzo. But you haven't considered the possibility that I might have been kidnapped?"

"Hahaha, who can kidnap you, a female tyrannosaurus? Last time your country dispatched special forces to kidnap you, okay? And since that happened, I have installed related software on your mobile phone. I can locate your location by turning on the search function on my mobile phone~ Oops!!"

Ziva patted the back of Di Nozzo's head without hesitation.

"Delete me!"

Just say how dare he acted on his own, because he knew she was following him for a long time!What a shame.When did you install the software, next time let the rookie help her to see if there are other strange things installed!

Ziva, Di Nuozuo team, completed the task and caught the suspect, no, there is one active criminal.

djob, dinozzo!

DiNozzo rubbed his neck and gave himself a perfect score, wondering if he could apply for work-related sick leave based on the neck injury?Oh, you can go on a date with the beauty who wants to call last time!

... If he hadn't been like this, Gabs would have happily retired long ago.