The girl grew from a young fifteen to a full-fledged eighteen, and like an ordinary popular pretty girl, she had many admirers at school.

The diary also turned page by page, and before I knew it, it was full of four.

It's time for the girl to choose the way to go.

Actually, there is no hesitation, as early as when I entered the school, I had already decided to go on to higher education, and my goal was naturally to enter the university where I worked.

Compared with when the girl first met Iruma, it seems that a few years have not left a trace on Iruma, and he is still a gentle scholar.

The director of the library is getting older and older, although he is still very energetic, but he inevitably has a time when his physical strength is not good, but he is more like a kind ordinary grandfather.

There was already a talk of retirement in the past, but because I couldn't worry about my beloved library and couldn't find my favorite heir, I still stayed in this position.

Maybe a diary can really help people see themselves.

The more books she reads, the more inevitably a girl's cognition becomes a little more complicated.

The feelings for the curator are similar to those of the adoptive parents, but with more gratitude and less intimacy.

But her feelings for Iruma were a little confusing to her.

It may be love, it may be gratitude, or it may be admiration.

She knows very well that human feelings are not things that can be separated from each other, because after all kinds of feelings are entangled and mixed, what is finally obtained is real.

Perhaps her biggest gain in the past three years is to be able to face this complicated relationship.

And the biggest frustration is that he still maintains a distance from Iruma.

Can a person fall in love with a shell?

Girls can also be confused at times.

Knowing that there was something cruel wrapped under Iruma's gentle exterior, did she really know what she was after?

She never thought she could see Iruma clearly, but the sense of estrangement that no matter how hard she tried, she always felt like seeing flowers in a fog was unbearable.

Except for direct confession, she has tried all the ways she can convey her heart.

But what I received was a gentle smile that wasn't far away.

For her, confession is the most resourceless means, and what she pursues is not that she wants to love and stay with Iruma, but that she wants to seek recognition and recognition.

She didn't feel the fiery love depicted in the book, and she couldn't understand the psychology of being desperate for it.

She just wanted to erase the loneliness from her heart.

On the day of the graduation ceremony, many boys from the same school coaxed her to confess, but they were swept away by her eyes.

The pressure caused by the three-year kaolin flower to the boys in the same school is indescribable, and even the jealous girls have strutted over her exclusion.

A person can also live well, and the person who attacks others by what he is born with cannot change is just a fragile cocoon, and she has long since grown her own wings.

She is a lonely and proud powerhouse.

It was an ordinary day for her, and it meant that she was temporarily freed from schoolwork to sort out the missing books in the library, make a list of new books that needed to be replenished, and then cook a meal for Iruma.

This was discovered by accident, and Iruma himself lived in a large house.

The curator has a happy family and doesn't need the girl to worry about it, but Iruma lives alone and lives alone.

Then the girl offered to help Iruma share some of the household chores in her life.

Iruma was a little hesitant about this, but the girl had already made a decision, and he didn't strongly oppose it.

The living area of Iruma is a large Japanese-style garden, and when the girl first went to see the ingredients, she found that many of the kitchen utensils in the kitchen were obviously newly bought, and there was no smell of oil smoke after use.

It's clear that Iruma doesn't like to cook for himself.

But when the girl really starts to manage Iruma's daily life, she realizes that it's not that Iruma doesn't like to cook, but that his routine is so chaotic that he can't look at it directly.

What should the life of a man who lives alone look like?

There may be common phrases such as sloppy, lazy, and chaotic, but Iruma's life can only be described as simple.

It is basically impossible to use three meals a day, and often only when you are hungry will you go out for a gluttonous meal, and you always have fast and simple food at home.

To be honest, it's very doubtful how he survived on his own.

Iruma is not short of money, and if you ask a housekeeper to take care of it, it won't come to this point.

It's just that he rejects others from entering his house, and even the girl compromises after making a decision first.

The only thing that is commendable is that the cleanliness is not sloppy, from personal hygiene to the cleaning of frequently used rooms, it is maintained to a fairly high standard.

And after the girl got the key to his house, Iruma was forced to accept the management of life, and slowly adjusted his schedule according to the girl's plan.

It's just that the girl still has to go to school, so it's impossible to supervise him all the time.

Only during the winter and summer vacations, in addition to the daily part-time job, there is more time to take care of the living of Iruma.

The girl also considered living directly in Iruma's house, but she refused without hesitation, and it didn't seem that there was room for maneuver when she listened to the tone.

Recently, it seems that she is struggling in the quagmire of new books, and the professor's job at the university has been resigned a lot, so the girl naturally won't bother Iruma with her graduation style, but just left the school as usual, and then bought some ingredients, and arrived at Iruma's house early at a different time.

The clothes had also piled up before, and she planned to dispose of the dirty clothes before cooking, so that the time should be just right.

When I opened the door to Iruma's old house, my head seemed to be dizzy.

The girl just shook her head in confusion, and went to open the doors and windows of the room.

It seems that it is thought that it has not been ventilated for too long, and the foul air has accumulated inside.

Then he habitually went to Iruma's room first, intending to say hello first and then see if there were any dirty clothes that had not been collected.

After knocking on the door and getting no response, the girl pushed the door straight in.

The room in the room is a typical Japanese-style room, and the girl has not entered it once or twice, except for a large number of books, pens and papers, etc., most of the things are placed in a compartment separated by a wall.

Only this time it's a little different.

The compartment that is usually closed is open, and of course the girl has entered the cubicle, but she was kicked out before she could stay for a minute.

But she's not a person with too much curiosity, so since Iruma doesn't want her to see it, it's better to leave it to himself.

But this time it's different.

She smelled it...... The taste of blood.

Three years of life as an ordinary high school girl almost made her forget the years of hardship before.

For her, only the smell of blood is unforgettable.

But it doesn't seem to be a fear – there's even some longing.

But she has never indulged her desires, she just wants to live happily as an ordinary person, so that she will not live up to her suffering, and the protection of her adoptive parents.

But sensitivity to blood is still an indisputable fact.

The girl slowly walked into the cubicle.

The floor was opened, revealing a staircase leading below.

The smell of blood came from it.

The girl stared into the darkness for a moment, and the darkness stared at her with unchanging calm.

When you go in, you can see the hidden side of Iruma, and your intuition is so loud.

But I can no longer get along as before, rationally and calmly refute.

The girl didn't hesitate, turned around and went straight down to find a flashlight.

She doesn't lie to herself, she wants to know and she goes for it.

The stone staircase is not long, and it is not long to go down to the bottom.

To the left and right were ten symmetrical stone doors, carved with intricate patterns, and the girl glanced at them casually, but she couldn't see anything, but she didn't pay much attention to it.

Because ahead is a taller and bigger stone gate.

Unlike the left and right sides, this door is open.

She could feel the smell of blood coming from it.

She turned off the flashlight in her hand and stepped forward quietly.

A faint light from nowhere reflected in the room, full of darkness.

But the girl is able to see everything in front of her, and her natural endowment allows her to see things in the dark.

Without making a sound, she lowered her breath and slowed her pace, and the girl walked lightly through the underground corridor like a fairy in the night.

Then he half-hid himself and saw the scene in the stone chamber.

A tall stone altar with a dome inlaid with several glowing beads.

The naked woman lies on the stone altar.

Maybe it shouldn't be called a woman, it's more appropriate to call it a corpse.

Dissected cadavers.

But alive.

The eyes looked up blankly, without the vitality of life, but the girl was sure that the puddle of meat on the altar was still alive.

Iruma Aoyama sat in a chair with his back to her, a pen and paper in his hands, and only a small corner could be seen from her angle.

It is a precise and rigorous composition.

The subject of the painting is the puddle of living corpses on the altar.

For some reason, the girl just felt a little disgusted, but not uncomfortable.

It's not physiologically unacceptable nausea, it's just boredom, or irritability.

This is contrary to human nature.

It's not just her, it's Iruma.

She finally knew where the blood-drenched brushstrokes in Iruma's article came from, it wasn't a fantasy, it was just a record of reality with cold words.

Iruma Aoyama is not human.

This is the obvious conclusion, because it is impossible for humans to do such a thing.

At least after doing this kind of thing, humans are not human anymore.

She just looked at the stone chamber, not angry or sad, just a little confused.

"What is this doing?" I don't know why, she actually asked calmly.

Obviously, he was still carefully reining in his voice.

The figure with its back to her froze, then turned its head.

The gentle smile on his warm face was gone, only the indifference and numbness of machinery.

As if thinking about something, Iruma Aoyama actually answered her question first after thinking about it: "I'm doing an experiment." ”