Fu Jin walked on the way home.

There are no lights, only the moonlight from the moon.

The street was silent, but in the silence there was a small singing voice.

Fu Jin recognized it as the melody of Les oiseaux dans la charmille (Birds in the woods) sung by the mechanical doll Olympia in the first chapter of the opera The Tales of Hoffmann.

There is a slight movement of the wind.

… Maybe it can't be called a wind, but it should be said that it is a subtle vibration of some kind of particle.

The woman's white skirt swayed over the wall like a lotus leaf.

The moonlight was sprinkled, and the white clothes were worn on her, but they seemed to glow, exuding a white halo. She sat on the wall, her legs shaking, and singing "Les oiseaux dans la charmille" while shaking her legs seemed to Fu Jin as if she was going to fall at any moment.

Fu Jin was shocked by the woman's singing, he stood at the entrance of the alley and watched for a long time, so long that she finished singing the aria that lasted more than five minutes, and he still didn't come back to his senses.

“La chanson d'Olympia，d'Olympia！”

“Ah！ ah！ ah！ ah！ ah！ ah！ a——”

At the end of the last sentence, she turned her head and looked at Fu Jin accurately, "When human beings face themselves, they are like Hoffman who is bewitched by the mechanical doll Olympia, clearly facing a machine without self, but because she can sing moving songs, she mistakenly thinks that she has herself, and she also hypnotizes herself to believe that it is true, are you right?"

Without waiting for Fu Jin to respond, she lowered her eyes and asked Fu Jin in a gentle voice, "Sir, do you know where the grave named Fu Jin who lives near here is?"

Although she said "ask" in this sentence, her eyes looked at Fu Jin directly.

Fu Jin's response was to run away.

She smiled and came to Fu Jin in an instant.

"I didn't see it clearly just now, but it looks like it's Mr."

…

Fu Jin ran until he was exhausted.

And where he stopped, the woman stood.

She seemed to have waited for a long time, and when she looked back at Fu Jin, she smiled with her eyes bent, "Fu, let me give it back to you, your lost memory."

Fu Jin stopped his strong urge to run away, he stood stiffly in place, revealing a stiff smile that was more ugly than crying, "What did you say?"

"I said I'm going to give it back to you, your memory."

Still? Fu Jin steadied himself, trying to draw attention from the fear that made his hair stand on end.

Does that mean she had taken his memories?

Her hand covered Fu Jin's forehead, "Come back, Fu."

"I have grown up to be able to stand on my own, as we expect, and I can no longer rely on you for protection. Now, it's time for you to be born again."

"Jin, this time, I'll save you."

At the last moment before falling unconscious, Fu Jin heard the woman's heart.

…

His face turned pale.

As her hand swayed uncontrollably from side to side, the chopsticks in her hand fell.

The perception of her eyes was suddenly cut off, and she fell to the table in a daze.

"Descendants?" Tai concerns.

Alysy frowned, "Is it Fu Jin?"

Yi nodded, and she struggled to speak, "Mr. Fu..." was only a short sentence, but she said intermittently, "It's white..."

When Tai and Elysie heard this, their expressions were solemn and they stood up suddenly.

She looked at them, her eyes out of focus, and she was on the verge of losing consciousness completely, "... I'm fine... Just go... will die."

…

A silver-haired woman dressed in white stood by the bed, looking down at Fu Jin.

It's her. Singing woman.

"Fu... We're finally meeting again."

Her lowered eyes were full of some indescribable nostalgia, and when she looked down at Fu Jin, it seemed that she was looking through him at what had happened in the distant past.

Fu Jin was tied to the bed and looked at her.

She stretched out her hand, about to touch Fu Jin's hand.

Fu Jin panicked for the first time, and he was subconsciously very resistant to her touch. He looked at the woman, but it was as if he were looking at something terrible that he could not shake off since the beginning of his birth.

"Ahh——!!!!!h

At this moment, a force burst out of Fu Jin's body.

The space fluctuated, and Fu Jin suddenly disappeared on the bed.

The woman withdrew her hand and sighed softly, "That's it."

"Is that good?"

The woman turned around, and behind her, a man in a long black trench coat looked at her, "... If he doesn't want to regain his memory, then don't." When she said this, she looked at Zero, and her tone was unusually gentle.

The man lowered his eyes, "He doesn't like you."

The woman pursed her lips, "... He just forgot."

"..."He was silent for a while, as if he couldn't stand her stubbornness, "Yu'er, a person, especially a man, even if he forgets everything, he still knows whether a person of the opposite sex is attractive or not."

This kind of thing can be known by looking at Fu Jin's attitude towards Yu Yuan.

"He doesn't like you. Not only do I not like it, but I am also very afraid of it in my shallow consciousness."

Fear? There was already a level gap between them, and he was afraid of her. The woman looked calm.

"I don't care if he's afraid of me or not."

The man said, looking at the woman, "Yu, in that case, don't resurrect him, okay?"

"This is what I owe him." Shaking her head, she pushed the man away and whispered with a hint of apology, "... I'm sorry."

"..."" he sighed, "you'll never have to be sorry with me."

After all, my life is a gift from you.

"All this, I am willing."

She shook her head and didn't speak.

…

Fu Jin "fell" out of the space that flew over and jumped.

Behind him, a fast sound of breaking the air came, and a long needle came with a blast wind, Fu Jin turned his head and narrowly dodged the attack of the long needle.

Fu Jin turned around, and a plurality of black-robed people stood in front of him, each holding weapons of different shapes.

Fu Jin counted. There were seven people.

He narrowed his eyes. Concentrated, the beating and changing colorful neon in his eyes slowly slowed down. Gradually, slower, slower...

The silent black-robed man raised his hand and attacked Fu Jin.

Fu Jin turned sideways, his movements were like cats, light and agile. The black knife only grazed his waist, leaving no blood.

Fu Jin raised his hand in front of his chest, hooked his four fingers slightly, and made a gesture as if he was about to throw something.

Learning the movements of the kite, he shook his hand and spread his shoulders.

Those who have practiced martial arts know that this posture must be a practitioner.

The black-robed man subconsciously took a step back.

Just as several people were on alert, Fu Jin withdrew his hand with a "whoosh", turned around and ran away with an unusually vigorous body.

"Chase!" The black-robed man said.

"Can't let the guy who broke the rules of the world run away."

"Wait." The space fluctuated, and the man raised his hand to stop everyone.

A black-haired girl in a white robe appeared in front of them out of thin air, holding a long knife and blocking them in the middle of the road.

It's a kite.

Fu Jin also sensed that someone was coming, and his sprinting feet paused, and then sped up again.

"This knight, I will repay you in the next life for the life you gave." Fu Jin didn't look back and dropped this sentence, and the teleportation disappeared.

Yu Yuan was stunned and angry.

"Fu Jin, you idiot. The amulet on your body can protect you from the graveman's attacks."

…

The silver-haired woman laughed and fell to the floor, "Yu Kite will be by him, she's a temper tantrum."

Zero frustration.