"Kitagawa-san?!" Qianxia Qianxue exclaimed.

She didn't expect that the person who appeared in front of her turned out to be Beichuan Temple.

"Guest, please keep quiet and don't disturb other guests." The shopkeeper kindly reminded me.

“... Ah, I'm sorry. Qianxia Qianxue apologized honestly, and when she looked back at Beichuan Temple, she still had a look of disbelief on her face.

It's just that Lan Xinhui reacted in an instant, she forcibly suppressed the surprise in her heart, and said in a low voice:

"Is Kitagawa-san the blogger on the homepage of the Urban Strange Talk Office?"

"As you can see." Beichuan Temple sat opposite Qianxia Qianxue, and after a pause in his voice, he said, "I already noticed that something was not quite right in your state when I first met you. I was going to find a time to talk to you, but what you said during your lunch break today let me know that Miss Sen is you. ”

The word 'thousand' in Qianxia Qianxue is mostly used for 'chi' pronunciation in the Roman pronunciation rules of Japanese surnames, and Qianxia Qianxue naturally didn't use her real name as an Internet nickname, so she took the Roman pronunciation of the Japanese number '千' 'sen'.

Generally speaking, it is not easy for people to associate it with her, but Beichuan Temple combined her real name with what she said today, 'I have an appointment with a friend this afternoon', and he naturally has a bottom in his heart.

Miss 'Sen' in the network is Chixia Qianxue.

"It turns out that Kitagawa-san took the initiative to make an appointment at that time to test me?" Qianxia Qianxue touched her forehead.

At this time, she understood the reason why Beichuan Temple took the initiative to talk in private.

Qianxia Qianxue didn't expect that the Beichuan Temple, whose expression was cold, was unexpectedly shrewd.

"Without further ado, let's talk more about your friend and your situation."

Beichuan Temple called for a cup of mixed coffee, and said without blushing and heartbeat: "You pay the bill." ”

"Huh? Oh, okay. Because what Beichuan Temple said was too taken for granted, Qianxia Qianxue thought that it should be like that, so she subconsciously nodded and agreed.

But when she reacted, she couldn't help but take another look at Beichuan Temple.

It's not that she can't afford to pay for a cup of coffee, but Beichuan Temple's attitude is too natural, which makes her want to complain, but she can't complain.

Qianxia Qianxue could only hold back her face flushed, and finally reluctantly said: "Does Beichuan-san think there is something wrong with me?" ”

Beichuan Temple took a sip of coffee, raised his eyes, looked at Qianxia Qianxue for a long time, and said:

"Except for your red face, shortness of breath, and the expression that you want to complain about me, the rest doesn't seem to have a big impact on you."

Uh-

Chinatsu Chiyuki froze.

Kitagawa Temple gently rubbed the wall of the warm coffee cup with his fingers, and then officially got to the point:

"Has President Chixia been having nightmares a lot lately, or has he often seen things that ordinary people can't see?"

"That's right." Chixia Qianxue suppressed the surprise in her heart and continued: "The specific situation Beichuan-san should have seen it in the email, I often have nightmares about dolls, and most of the situations in the dreams are the same. ”

"A nightmare about dolls?" Kitagawa Temple came to be interested, and he asked:

"What kind of dream is it?"

"I dreamed that I was running away from an abandoned puppet-making factory."

"Escape?" Kitagawa Temple rubbed his fingers against the wall of the cup.

"That's right." Qianxia Qianxue recalled the dream, and her petite body seemed to tremble slightly with fear.

Kitagawa Temple called for another cup of coffee and put the warm coffee cup into the other party's hand.

Chinata Chiyuki glanced at Kitagawa Temple gratefully.

But Beichuan Temple felt that it was nothing, anyway, in the end, it was Qianxia Qianxue who settled the bill.

Qianxia Qianxue took a small sip of coffee, but her throat pulled the syllables like an ice cube:

"I dreamed that I was running and fleeing in an abandoned puppet factory, with countless dolls behind me..."

"Dolls? Can you chase your doll like a living person? ”

"Not bad." Qianxia Qianxue nodded, holding the coffee cup in both hands, as if trying to draw the heat from the small cup wall to warm herself.

"I don't know why I have such dreams. At first, I was able to easily find the exit in the nightmare, and the road to the factory was smooth and there were no obstacles. ”

"But lately—"

Chinatsu Chiyuki's voice became painful.

"I feel more and more the reality of my dreams, my physical strength, my breathing, my mental changes, the smell of the dolls being burnt in the air... Everything becomes extraordinarily real. ”

"But I didn't dare to stop running away, as if as soon as I stopped, I would be devoured by the dolls that rushed up."

Qianxia Qianxue's body trembled.

"What scares me the most is the change in my dreams... From the beginning of the flat river, the road was smooth, to now the road is strewn with all kinds of machine ruins, puppet wreckage... Dreams seem to be evolving... It's like a living thing. ”

"In such dreams, my physical strength is weakening day by day, but the speed of the puppets is increasing... Gradually, they were able to catch up with me, and recently I could even see the faces on the faces of the dolls at the exit. ”

"It's obviously a fake face, but it makes people shudder. Even though they don't have any expressions, you can fully feel their greed, cruelty, coldness, and evil..."

Qianxia Qianxue let go of the wall of the coffee cup and exhaled heavily.

Obviously in the warm café, her whole body was like falling into an ice cellar.

This is undoubtedly a desperate situation, and this desperate fear is no less than watching a butcher with a knife approach him step by step.

It's also thanks to Qianxia Qianxue's persistence until now, and a little girl of the same age is estimated to have collapsed a long time ago.

"And now, I seem to be able to hear their hoarse voices clearly."

"Voice?" Kitagawa Temple asked suspiciously, "What are they talking about?" ”

“... They seem to be calling a word... A very simple word. Chinatsu Chiyuki grabbed her hair.

Such an action may not be very ladylike, but it is only used by her to ease her fears.

"Skin..."

"Skin?" Kitagawa Temple raised eyebrows.

This inexplicable remark made him a little incomprehensible.

But when he saw that Qianxia Qianxue could no longer recall, he didn't continue to persecute the other party, but just stretched out his hand and pressed the girl's shoulders.

"Don't worry. I probably have a clue. It's not hard to get rid of what you have, after all, you're just being involved by your friend, and the most important thing is her side. ”

Qianxia Qianxue's current state is actually similar to Kamiya Future, but Kamiya Miku's 'thoughts' are much shallower than Qianxia Qianxue.

If Beichuan Temple doesn't help again, it is estimated that in a week or two, the student council president will be on the verge of collapse.

Merely...

A thought flashed through Kitagawaji's heart.

'Skin'?

What does this mean?