Call! ”

Shirakawa sat up abruptly from the bed, her face with a rare pain and a slight paleness.

"Whew-whew-"

He gasped for breath as he put his hand on his forehead, his eyes confused in addition to pain.

The pinprick pain still lingered in Shirakawa Haru's mind, like a hangover person blowing cold wind all night, not to mention how uncomfortable it felt!

His mind was a mess, and even his memories were confused, but the pain was unusually clear, always like a fire, burning his nerves.

If it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that I would faint directly in this ordeal.

To be honest, this situation, Haruru Shirakawa hasn't encountered it for a long time.

He would have had this reaction when he first dreamed of his followers, but .....

It shouldn't be!

The current Shirakawa Haru, how strong is her mental power and willpower, where can she still suffer so much pain because of this kind of thing?

[I..... What did you dream about? 】

Even after enduring such pain, Shirakawa Haru still tried to concentrate, recalling the image in his dream just now.

He was sure that the abnormal pain was definitely related to what had happened to him in his dream!

Bai Chuanqing gradually recalled his dreams, first the magnificent new altar, the believers in black robes, the hideous and ugly strange worm, the four strong black-robed people, and .....

The blind old man, and the disgust he felt for him.

All of this is incredibly clear.

Harukawa Shirakawa can easily recall it, and even remember many details in the picture.

And after that, what happened? 】

When I recalled this, there was a brief pause, and the speed at which the images in my mind appeared slowed down a lot, as if it was ..... There was an unknown force that was preventing him from remembering those things.

[Did you wake up directly?] 】

[Nope! No! 】

Bai Chuanqing immediately denied himself in his heart, and forced his consciousness to dig deeper.

[Later, something else must have happened!] 】

Even though it seemed a little difficult, the pain in my head was still hindering the depth of my thoughts, but in the end, there were some sporadic fragments that flashed.

Even these fragments are like seeing flowers in the fog, as if they are obscured by some kind of existence, so they seem a little blurry.

If you use an analogy, it is like a photo from a long time that has been yellowed and old under the influence of time, and it is difficult to see the true face of the photo.

"I'm like..... It was in the bedroom of a previous life that woke up...... And it's the same as in the previous life, which happens to be the date of the last day....."

Harukawa muttered about the situation in these memories.

Even if many details are inexplicably lost, he can still remember the general context of the matter.

For example, Bai Chuanqing still remembers that she called a friend in her previous life, and heard his voice for a long time, and she sighed inexplicably in her heart.

But.....

[What happened after making the call?] 】

Bai Chuanqing's brows tightened, and he thought about this question seriously.

"Hmm! Hiss ......"

At this moment, the pain in the brain suddenly intensified for a moment, and Shirakawa Harushi couldn't help but gasp.

Only when the headache receded like a tide did he continue to think about it.

[It should ...... Did you receive a ..... An email? 】

Recalling this, it was already very difficult, just coming up with such a sporadic little thing, it took Bai Chuanqing a lot of energy, and the cold sweat that came out of his back and wet his clothes.

- Bai Chuanqing originally thought that this situation would not happen to him!

[Mail? Why Mail? 】

[Is it really an email?] 】

Harukawa Harukawa pinched his eyebrows with his hand to keep him awake.

Even if he tried his best to come up with this picture, Shirakawa Haru was not sure if it was real.

You can only improve the accuracy of your memory by constantly asking yourself questions.

[And it's an email with garbled headers?] 】

I have to admit that this stupid method is indeed effective, and Bai Chuanqing remembered the last scene - he reached out and clicked on the garbled email.

Later, later......

A confused look filled Shirakawa Haru's face.

[Is the dream over?] 】

[No, it shouldn't be like this, right? 】

Obviously, behind that, there may be something else happening, but Bai Chuanqing's memory is a [blank]!

[Blank], as the name suggests, is empty, like a blank piece of paper.

It is like a knife and a knife from all previous memories, directly separated.

This "sense of separation" is so strong that it seems extraordinary.

[I..... What exactly did you see in that email? 】

[And why is it garbled?] 】

[Why, is it "blank"?] 】

Thinking about it, the pain that had been clearly relieved just now resurfaced, and it was out of control!

"Humph!"

Shirakawa couldn't help but let out a muffled snort.

The tip of his nose was already slightly hot, and when he lowered his head, his hands were bright red.

Not only that, but the throat was also slightly sweet, exuding a slight bloody breath.

Compared to the pain of the needle prick, this moment was like a hammer that fell mercilessly on his chest.

To be honest, the situation at this time is very similar to a long time ago.

At that time, Haruki Shirakawa made a miraculous understanding of the meaning of "containment" and "containment".

But when he wondered why he understood the meaning of the word.

The result of the search in his memory was also such a [blank], and even at that time, his subconscious also issued a strong warning, which was enough to endanger the danger of his life at that time! This made him stop thinking about it immediately.

How similar is the situation now to then?

It's just that this time Shirakawa Harushi can already think of some deeper places, and from this point of view, it can probably be regarded as a kind of progress, right?

[But what is this..... Why? 】

Shirakawa looked down at her blood-stained hands again, lost in thought.

[In my previous life, was there anything unusual about me? 】

If the memory awakens at the beginning, Shirakawa Harukawa may give a direct answer of "no".

But now, he really couldn't figure it out.

Especially after experiencing the two incidents about "Yellow Clothes" and Red, Bai Chuanqing knows that subjective cognition can be false; Memories can also be fictitious.

So, in my own opinion, the entire memory of the past life that should be ordinary has been transformed?

At least in Bai Chuanqing's impression, he should have never received that kind of garbled email, right?

And according to normal people's thoughts, they will not open it.

"Sunny!"

When Bai Chuanqing was thinking about it, the door was suddenly opened by brute force.

That's brute force!

The entire door was directly smashed open, and the door lock was scrapped in an instant - in order to prevent Selena from attacking in the middle of the night, Shirakawa Haru locked the door every night.

Facts have proved that the existence of door locks is really just a decoration for some people with extraordinary physique.

The shadow that hurriedly broke in was naturally Selena.

The silver-haired girl's little face showed obvious panic and nervousness.

And this expression, after seeing the tip of Shirakawa Haru's nose and the blood on her hands, suddenly became more intense.

"Haruka, what's going on! Where are the enemies!? ”

The little girl immediately looked around vigilantly, the silver hair behind her was windless, and her ability to control her hair during this time had also improved a lot.

Bai Chuanqing first glanced at the destroyed door a little helplessly, but she still knew that she did it because of herself, and hurriedly reassured.

"No, no, it's my own problem."

"Huh..... That's right......"

Selena walked over to Harukawa Shirakawa's bed and looked at him with concern.

Even when she got closer, her little face was suddenly red, and her little nose twitched slightly, naturally revealing an expression of fascination and happiness.

It's just that Selena immediately realized that something strange seemed to be something wrong with such a thing, and hurriedly shook her little head, which made her facial features return to their usual appearance.

Don't forget, for Selena, Harukawa Shirakawa is like a magnet that releases a huge attraction.

Unleashed attraction to her all the time.

Not to mention, at this time, Bai Chuanqing's blood has been exposed to the air like this.

Even the smell of blood gave the silver-haired girl a sweet and tempting one, the kind that made her want to lick it.

Even during this period of time together, Selena has been able to adapt to the attraction that Bai Chuanqing gave her, but she really didn't have time to adapt to the taste of blood!

If it weren't for the fact that the last string of Selena's name "sanity" was still tight, it would probably have been desperate to pounce at this time.

"Qing, it's okay..... Right? ”

Selena struggled to restrain herself as she asked.

"It's okay."

Bai Chuanqing noticed that Selena's tone was a little strange, as if she was deliberately suppressing something.

There was something strange in my heart, but I still didn't point it out.

After all, it's good that some things are not pointed out, but if they are really clearly pointed out, I am afraid that they will fall into a rather embarrassing situation.

Bai Chuanqing's answer was really not comforting Selena.

His body is now so strong that some damage in his nasal cavity has been completely repaired in the blink of an eye.

Only the constant pain that appeared in my mind was a little troublesome.

But now, as long as Shirakawa doesn't carefully recall those related images, this pain will slowly fade.

So don't look at Bai Chuanqing now, there is a lot of blood on her hand and a lot on her face, she seems to be quite embarrassed.

But in fact, now he has completely returned to his normal state.

There is nothing to worry about at all.

Bai Chuanqing picked up the tissue at the head of the bed and wiped the blood on his hands and the tip of his nose, of course, not completely wiped off - blood is such a thing, it still clots quickly.

"By the way, I'll get you a towel."

Selena hurried out, and a moment later, returned to her room with a warm, moist towel.

It's just that Bai Chuanqing has an eyebrow, and he feels a little strange in his heart.

Because this is not his towel, but Selena usually washes her face.

However, looking at Selena's expression at this time, it is estimated that she herself is unaware of her unintentional behavior.

Bai Chuanqing didn't care too much, and wiped it casually, which was considered to have lived up to Selena's kindness.

Of course, after that, he still has to go to the toilet to wash his face.

It's just that what Bai Chuanqing didn't know was that after bringing the wet towel stained with his blood back to the bathroom, looking at the towel in front of him, Selena's little face turned red little by little.

In his eyes, confusion and struggle flashed, and his cheeks flushed abnormally.

[On this, there is a clear blood .....]

It's okay not to realize it, but once you realize it, this ordinary towel immediately began to become not ordinary at all in the eyes of the silver-haired girl.

【Haru's blood eh.....】

【Blood .....】

Selena muttered to herself as she held the bloodstained towel with a trembling hand.

It was as if a demon was whispering in her ear, seducing her into the endless abyss.

You must know that the current Bai Chuanqing, the number of bleeding is not pitiful, but almost none!

Who made his physique almost perverted to the level of non-human.

When faced with weirdness, you don't even need to do it yourself, the tentacles are enough to solve everything.

Even if he was injured, it would only be like the battle with Liverford at that time, and the blood would not flow out of the wound at all.

If it weren't for the fact that this was rooted in Bai Chuanqing's spirit, he wouldn't have shed blood!

For Selena at this time, what a precious opportunity.

Even just smelling the scent of this blood is a great pleasure.

Thinking of this, Selena lowered her little face little by little, bringing her nose as close to the towel as possible.

But as soon as she made such a move, she suddenly realized that her behavior was not like what Ayane did to Harukawa Haru's clothes that day?

And if you talk about it from the point of view of this world, blood or something..... But it's even more perverted than that!

[In this way, am I just a pervert!? 】

The silver-haired girl was frightened and hurriedly stopped her behavior, but at this time, the distance between her small face and the towel was only a dozen centimeters.

The sweet smell of Bai Chuanqing's blood already lingered on the tip of the silver-haired girl's nose, like a tempting delicacy, like a sweet and delicate dessert, and she subconsciously wanted to thirst for more.

[Want, more ......]

She couldn't help but think of what Inoue Ayane had said to herself.

"Isn't it normal to want to get close to the breath of someone you like?"

[Anyway, there is no one else here.....]

[No one will find out about ..... either]

"Hmm....."

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