The test that Luz gave me was to find the smell I loved in her bedroom, the so-called "smell room", from the chaos of tens of thousands, tens of millions. When I find www.biquge.info I find it, I will give it to me.

Luz thought that was a difficult task, guessing that no matter how unique my sensitive nose was, it would take hours to search.

I think it's as simple as finding the source of the smell rather than identifying the smell, and it's as easy as following the hiking guide rope.

I walked straight to the bookshelf in the corner, bent down and looked down at the bottom of the shelf, my decisive action made Luz raise an eyebrow in surprise, but then smiled at my excellence.

I removed all the books and piled them up on the left side to form a small mountain of books. I dragged out the wooden box deep in the bookshelf, and in the process I overstrained myself, and the white towel I wrapped around almost slipped off. This appearance attracted Luz's attention. I peeked at Luz's suspicious gaze, glared at her, and turned back to unpack.

The lid was a neat square lid made of several wooden horizontal planks and fixed by iron nails, and when removed, there was only one thing inside.

A one-piece dress.

I lifted my hands on the sides of my shirt and looked at it above my head.

This dress has a special touch, and the material made is similar to high-end silk, elastic and tough, and you don't have to worry about breaking it if you pull it with a little force. Luz said it was a dress made by shaving the fur of the beast, and that it was the hair of a rare species of beast seedling.

The result is not only light and comfortable to wear, but also resistant to knife cuts and high temperatures. This design is like the finished product of ancient chain mail, which is forged with modern technology and mainstream culture, and is a piece of armor that combines fashionable beauty and practicality.

It was one of the gifts that Luz's father gave her on her twelfth birthday.

It's weird if an ordinary little girl receives that kind of special clothes.

However, Luz is the beloved daughter of a wealthy boss and an A-level capable person who has just been approved by the state. The little girl herself is unconscious, but as a father, the higher her status in her role, the easier it is to attract bees and butterflies. In order to avoid the unforeseen temptation of the ill-intentioned people lurking around her, she will harm her daughter in exchange for coercion, so Luz has no warning of the unforeseen mishap. Therefore, that special dress is one of the hidden protections that the father added to her to protect her daughter's safety.

It's a pity that too much thought and money have been spent, and the speed of my daughter's growth is not completely predictable by parents. Otherwise, he didn't expect his daughter to do stupid things that made him angry and exploded in the future.

"I've grown up and gotten taller. I couldn't wear my clothes, so I had to put them in a box and put them in the corner of the room, leaving the dust to fall. Now that it's in the hands of the little black, you should have a fate with it. Take it with gratitude. 」

Luz gave a brief explanation of the origin of the dress.

I continued to look at the one-piece dress that took on the light source.

The surface of the garment did not have the dullness left by the passage of time, and the brightness was still there.

The change of the different coefficients between the folds of the garment and the angle of the light projection will change the color of the garment. One gradually brightens and darkens, and the other is grayish-black or yellowish, which makes the pigment appear abnormally unbalanced and lacks stability.

This gave me some imagination: the beast that spawned this garment might have looked beautiful.

My dark red eyes were imprinted with multiple layers of iridescent, and the rest of the things that entered my eyes lost their value in comparison to their attraction, and remained only on the edge of consciousness.

The garment was so special, and the flamboyance of its color temporarily captured my general attention, and I was completely unable to resist and was conquered.

Until—

"Little black man, what's wrong with you. Don't you like that dress?"

"This ...... I'm not sure if that word can convey the feeling that comes to my chest. 」

"That's what you care about. Tell me what you care about. It doesn't matter if it's not accurate. I want to try to get to know you better. 」

"I'd like to ask a pervert who says these things to himself. How should I react when I hear it. Wipe the corners of your mouth clean for me, your saliva is dirty. Don't make weird noises, and with a disgusting smile on your face, it's better not to look this way, and walk away. 」

Luz sometimes behaves really more than that, not giving people some personal space. It made me rebel and not want to talk about my direct feelings about the clothes.

The strangeness of that thing had an impact on the inside, and I deliberately controlled it not to show it outwardly. But Luz's strange subtle insight still engulfs even the smallest details beyond my control.

is worthy of being a woman full of perverts, and her talents are quite abnormal.

The burgundy dress that Luz gave me was beautiful, but there was one thing that made me care.

As for the reason for concern, it is the smell emitted from the inside of the clothing.

Although the trickle of time seems to peel off a layer of thickness that is difficult to grasp with feeling, the smell remains on the surface of the fiber in an extremely thin form.

Although small enough to be measured with a millimeter measuring tape, the scale is still too large to be compared. But that didn't bother me, my nose easily captured the scale of the object, and then used it to accurately compare it with the breath in my memory.

…… That smell.

I'm pretty sure it's that being.

Long before the man Luz said sold me here for a casino......

That is, the first person to discover my "being".

The "presence" left a strong smell and then abandoned me. Left alone and helpless, starving and suffering, weak enough to resist and taken away by humans.

It was that being that left the deepest and greatest impact on my experience.

"Tell me where this dress came from. 」

"I told you, it was the day I was twelve, my father...... No, the guy who should be called "the man" stuffed himself with a birthday present for me. 」

"Then I know, I'm asking where the materials used to make this dress come from. 」

"That's it, the one that flies in the sky, and the one with a long mouth that breathes fire. 」