How to fall in love with different races

2,

I've been dreaming lately.

In other words, after Li Xia died, I have been dreaming.

Dreams are all about the past.

Scene after scene flashed in front of my eyes like a revolving lantern, and too many memories made my head dizzy.

The term "revolving lantern" is also disturbing.

It's ironic that it was the time in the ghost school that made me feel most at ease.

Is it because what happened during that time was within my control?

But that doesn't seem to be the case.

I took a deep breath and buried my face in the cold water to wake up.

Anyway, the past is the past.

I looked at the pale figure in the mirror and wiped the last drop of water from my face.

And I have other things to do.

Putting the towel away, I sighed softly.

3,

When they stepped into the research institute, the research institute, which was still whispering, was silent for a moment.

Those people all looked at me with a kind of disgust, and after a while they discussed lightly again, but the topic was not the original topic.

"The broom star... beat the whole family to death... grab the credit..."

Several keywords with high frequency jumped into my ears.

I used to be able to block these key words, but today, probably because I was dreaming about the past, I could hear it very clearly.

16 years ago, my house was besieged by a group of monsters, the reason is unknown, maybe they wanted to do it.

My mother hid me in the closet, and the director of the Demon Elimination Research Institute found me and brought me here.

However, the two big hats of "broom star" and "killing the whole family" have never been taken off my head.

Maybe it's because they don't believe that hiding in the closet can escape the search of monsters.

However, taking credit...is a new term.

I kind of want to laugh, every step of this task of Li Xia has been carefully considered by me, even regardless of my life, I ended this task in such a short period of time, do you think I took credit for it?

It seems that in the last step, I didn't kill Li Xia with my own hands, or I made a mistake.

I pushed open the door of the director's office. The director didn't know who he was on the phone with. Seeing me come in, he made a random gesture for me to sit down.

After a while, he finished the phone call, picked up a pen, fiddled with it for a while, and seemed to be thinking about how to speak.

"Winter Solstice," he put down his pen and said, "I know you want to leave, but at least not now."

"I have a task here, which is urgent. Except for you, I can't think of anyone who can finish it quickly."

He handed me a document, I took it, and saw a few photos of people whose blood had been sucked dry. The corpses were thrown in a dark alleyway, and their pale skin looked unrepentant.

My eyelids twitched.

It seems that the time is wrong, and the information he gave me on Lixia back then was also like this.

3,

three months ago.

The director gave me a document, and then kept walking around the office, looking excited and anxious.

"Do you remember that zombie?" He stopped in front of me and looked into my eyes: "It appeared again, in the abandoned school in that village, there are a bunch of monsters around it."

"We are now going to wipe them all out."

I looked at the information, and there were photos of the corpses of some men and women, with pale faces, whose blood had been sucked and thrown on the ground at will.

What did I think at the time?

Ah, it turns out that the delicate Lixia lying in the coffin is no different from the monsters who killed my family.

The author has something to say:

I don’t know why it took a long time to write the perspective of the winter solstice == and it was not so smooth, I wrote a lot in the notebook.

Maybe it's because I'm more suitable for writing from the perspective of a crush? ? ?

Winter Solstice is not a good student, when I showed my classmates the perspective of Lixia, they all thought Winter Solstice was very good hahaha.

Impressions are used to subvert.

The winter solstice and the beginning of summer are very childish, in various ways.

Because the author is also naive ==