On the way back to her room at night, Al kept grabbing the corner of Yanagihara's clothes, and it was obvious that she was scared. This made Yanagihara feel a little guilty, and he began to think about whether he had gone too far.

"Al." It should have been thinking for a while, and in the empty corridor, Yanagihara spoke.

"Actually, there are no ghosts in this world, what Aztodd said is just a story."

"But." The girl hesitantly raised her head and looked at Yanagihara and said.

"Aztod said he saw it, and you said you saw it."

"It's just a joke." Yanagihara shrugged his shoulders sideways, his expression seemed to be a little helpless.

"Me!" Al paused, looking a little annoyed, but she still didn't let go of the corners of Yanagihara's clothes.

Obviously, she still can't shake off the shadow left by the story she just had.

In fact, the vast majority of people will probably be in this state when they first hear a horror story.

In a few moments, the two of them were already in front of the door of their room.

Yanagihara took out the key and opened the door, and said knowingly.

"Otherwise, you sleep with a gun tonight, which may give you some security."

"Hmmm······" Al replied softly, not knowing if he agreed with Yanagihara's statement.

Unfortunately, it turns out that physical props are very difficult to resist such a supernatural phenomenon as ghosts.

Until eleven o'clock in the evening, Al did not fall asleep, but lay on the bed, holding the gun over and over again, and opened his eyes.

It was as if as soon as she closed her eyes, she could see the woman with six eyes.

This made Yanagihara also sleepy, and in order to ensure his sleep, in desperation, Yanagihara decided to give Al some special therapy.

Countless success stories have shown that the best way to overcome fear is to fight poison with poison.

It is like a single-plank bridge that can fall into the abyss at any time, and ordinary people usually do not want to cross it, but if a few lions chase after it, the number of people who grit their teeth and cross the single-plank bridge will greatly increase.

In the same way, since Al doesn't want to sleep, he just needs to scare her out.

(Wait, it's the same now.) ）

It should have been when Al turned over for the sixteenth time, Yanagihara suddenly took out the pocket watch in his pocket, opened the dial and said loudly.

"If you don't go to bed, it's going to be twelve o'clock at midnight."

With these words, Al's movements immediately stopped, and she clung to the rifle and rabbit in her arms, her eyes open and she did not say a word.

Yanagihara, on the other hand, turned on the bedside lamp, sat on the bed and took out a notebook, as if writing notes.

But if Al looked back at her at this time, he could see that her pen did not fall on the book, but on his own face.

It was about a few more minutes later, and it was about the time Al thought it might have been twelve o'clock.

Yanagihara called her name just in time.

"Al."

"What's wrong······ The girl whispered in response, turning her head to look at Yanagihara.

"You say." Yanagihara's voice sounded faintly, and at the same time, he turned his face slightly, allowing Al to see her clearly.

"That woman with six eyes, isn't that what she is?"

As he said this, the faint light gradually illuminated Yanagihara's appearance, and at this time, there were four extra eyes painted on his face, plus Yanagihara's own eyes, exactly six.

In the dim light, the six eyes stared at Al as if they had all come to life.

"Forehead ······" After a breath, the girl let out a soft grunt with difficulty, and then fainted on the bed.

All right.

Yanagihara looked at the girl who was not moving and nodded lightly.

Let's sleep.

······

No one knows what happened after that, except that the girl ran out of the house crying the next day.

Life has given her a heavy education, and I believe that she will be impressed after a long time.

The old man spent another night in the laboratory on the third floor, and he reviewed all the data for the year again.

The result is still nothing, which is to be expected, but it is still enough to depress people for a while.

Because almost all the data is useless, it is no exaggeration to say that this means that the old man has done nearly a year of useless work.

He had already drunk the coffee in the cup, and all that remained was some sediment remaining at the bottom of the cup.

Is it really meaningless for me to do all this?

He took off his glasses and rubbed his brow slightly, the old man thought.

I have to admit that for nearly thirty years, even he has doubts about himself.

"Whew." Slowly moving his gaze out the window, the old man looked at his unusually blurred vision because he was not wearing glasses.

In the haze, the morning sun seemed dim and faint.

The tiredness of the body made his mind dizzy, and the tiredness of the spirit made him haggard, and at this time, he finally had the appearance of an old man.

I was in the morning sun, but I felt like I was sitting in the twilight.

He knew that his time was no longer long, he knew that he was old, ten to twenty years at most, and he should be at the end of his life.

But he still has no clue what he wants to do.

But the future he was looking forward to was still out of reach.

He wanted to change something so much in this part of his life that had an end in sight.

He is so eager to change an emotion that has been deeply ingrained in people's hearts, like unbrewed coffee, someone always has to wipe away the residue that has settled at the bottom of the cup.

It's a pity that the old man's body has made the old man look so weak.

In front of the shotgun of the times, he is like an old dog that has long been toothless, no matter how much he wants to bark, he can only face his own death.

But he was not reconciled.

Because no matter how much he tried to persuade himself, he didn't want to stop like that.

After a long silence, a sigh was finally heard in the lab.

The old man put on his glasses, and in his regained clarity, he stared intently at the sky outside the window.

What is certain is that in that direction he does not see the end. In that direction, the possibilities are endless.

In a trance, the old man tightened his eyes.

"Perhaps." Leaning against the corner of the sun in front of the window, he let out a sigh of relief and muttered to himself.

"I can tell a lie······"