The bluebird found a street corner and stopped running, letting go of me. I took a few breaths on my knees and looked up at her hands. Not long ago, she was holding a dazzling Thunderbolt Sword in her hand. That's a power I've never seen in any non-fiction book or in the news.

"You're going to use superpowers...... Something that uses spells, and something about demons...... I guess I can't just reveal it. I asked, "Is there any other confidentiality clause that you can tell me so that I can be cautious in what I say and act in the future?" ”

Again, her reaction was beyond my expectations, "No. ”

"No?" I was unexpected.

"You can say whatever you want." She said.

"You mean even if I tell someone else, they won't believe it, so you don't care?" I am reminded of my own experience of reporting the crime.

She denied: "Not really. ”

"Could it be that when you cast the spell just now, I can still take pictures and videos for evidence?"

"You can take photos for your certificate, and you can also take videos."

"You can't just allow me to upload to the Internet."

"It's OK to upload."

She looked at me with a smile, and I couldn't tell what she really was. How could I really be allowed to spread information about paranormal events casually, could it be that her subtext was: Although I can do whatever I want, if I really dare to do whatever I want, the witcher department will dare to do whatever I want?

"If you have the opportunity to become a witcher, it won't be long before you'll learn the truth." She brushed up on the topic, "I also know that you really want to figure out the specific method of joining the Demon Hunter Department and the relevant qualities necessary, don't worry, when the Demon Hunter is over, I will teach you some common knowledge about Demon Hunters and recommend you to the headquarters." But whether you can pass the test or not depends on your own efforts. ”

I tried my best to look right, "I see, thank you." ”

Does the relevant quality of the witcher refer to the "awareness" she mentioned earlier? But since she said that she would popularize it to me later, I can't ask on the spot.

"Is there anything else you'd like to ask?" She asked.

"About the ...... mentioned earlier Is it possible that my classmates who disappeared five years ago and my young girls who disappeared a month ago were also killed by demons? I asked.

"Well, the latter first, I guess it's unlikely. According to the clues in my hand, the demon should have wandered to the vicinity of Nameless Mountain in the last few days, so at least the case of the disappearance of the young girl has nothing to do with him. She pondered as she replied, "As for your classmate who disappeared five years ago...... She looks like a young girl who mysteriously disappeared for no reason, and she disappeared one after another on the same mountain, maybe there is something hidden in it...... But it probably has nothing to do with demons. ”

Is it really irrelevant? I haven't forgotten that she mentioned that the first time the Majin appeared was five years ago, in April of the 17th year.

April of 17...... It was also the time when the school organized a spring outing for mountaineering, and the front table disappeared at that time.

Once you diverge your thinking in this direction, you always feel that you can't help but make some extremely outrageous assumptions.

The blue bird suddenly said, "Actually, I have one more question for you." ”

"What's the problem?" I cheered up.

"Why did you climb the Nameless Mountain? Depending on your muscle distribution, you probably don't have a hobby of sports like mountaineering. She scanned my whole body up and down, making me feel as if I was naked, and my clothes were useless under her gaze, "Just because a classmate disappeared there five years ago?" Do you have a good relationship with her? ”

"What is this...... I hesitated, but said anyway, "I used to have a crush on her." ”

"Oh?" Her ears were sticking up. No, is there really anyone who can move their ears like that?

She asked with interest, "And then?" What else happened between you? Of course, it's okay if you don't answer, I'm just asking, asking! ”

You don't have a "it's okay if you don't answer" attitude at all. I silently scolded her. But after all, it was many years ago, and there is no need to hide it.

I slowly closed my eyes, and as I prepared my manuscript, I was reminded of the old days of reading with the front table.

The reason why I had a crush on the front table back then was because she had no complicated reasons or a wonderful story, purely because she was good-looking.

This reason is very superficial, but in reality, where are there so many profound youth love stories, and I am just one of the majority. When I was in adolescence, I was extremely inimmune to the beautiful opposite sex who was so close to me, so I soon became a subordinate of the front table in my inner world, but on the surface, I still insisted on being her lukewarm back table classmate. I still remember that I once read an excerpt from Qian Zhongshu in a certain digest magazine, which described my psychology at that time quite profoundly, how the original words have long been blurred in my memory, and I still remember the gist clearly: adolescent boys have both urinal and dirty lust for the opposite sex, and also have beautiful and unrealistic dreams. And I was nothing more than a collection of such contradictions at that time, projecting my contradictory and filthy lust uncontrollably onto many good-looking girls in my life, and the front table was one of the victims.

One component that I was particularly impressed with was the small tank top she wore in the back seat through her thin white T-shirt uniform, her black smooth ponytail and slightly sweaty nape of her neck, the faint scent of shampoo and shower gel as she stood up and sat back, the delicate collarbone and deep white skin peeking through the somewhat loose neckline when leaning over to pick up the eraser.

In her spare time, she sometimes reads digest magazines at the front desk, and sometimes hums songs unconsciously, which is her little liveliness by nature, and the sound is very reminiscent of the very warm melody of the sun shining through the branches and leaves of the trees and projecting large flickering spots of light on the grass.

Since I have such a good impression of her, it is inevitable that I will pay more attention at school, but if other classmates find out that I miss her, it will inevitably become a lasting joke in the class. It's not that I like how funny she is, it's just the adolescent boy and girl atmosphere. But I really wanted to talk to her, I really wanted her to notice me, and I was doing well in English at that time, so I tried to beat her with her best English class. She probably didn't notice my "ill intentions", and then she took the initiative to ask me how my grades were, and wanted to "fight it out" with me.

The good times only lasted for a while. In April of 17, the class went on a spring outing to the Nameless Mountain. Before the official mountaineering, there was a small commotion at the foot of the mountain, and the usually quiet front table actually quarreled with other classmates.

I went to inquire, and it turned out that I didn't know who had put the love letter in the backpack at the front table. It's just a love letter, she's so good-looking, there must be a lot of boys who have a crush on her like me. The problem, however, was that the love letter was a fake love letter written to me by someone else in her name, and it was discovered by someone else "by chance". She really couldn't stand being depressed and angry, she ridiculed a few classmates who were making a lot of fun, and then turned around and got angry with me, thinking that she wanted to draw a line with me in public in this form. Unfortunately, for some reason, I had a cold war with my parents at that time, and I was in a bad mood, and I was treated harshly by her, and finally broke up with her.

Later, when she officially climbed the mountain, she hung far behind the team, presumably in a state of discouragement, but something unfortunate happened because of this. As I was about to reach the top, I looked back and never saw her again.

If I understand her feelings, will it not turn out like this?

Although I rationally judged that I was not at fault, it was nothing more than an unfortunate accident, but I could not really let go of it in any way. So I decided to venture into the woods to find her, and as I said at the beginning, not only did I find nothing, but I almost made myself disappear.

What a shame.

"Really? But you fell into trouble to save the girl you liked. After I briefly recounted his past in a few sentences, Bluebird retorted, "Although it was quite reckless, the starting point was commendable courage. ”

"It's nothing more than a hero."

"No one is born a hero, they are all born out of the beginning." She stared straight at me, "You're not ashamed at all. ”

"Thanks for the compliment." I say noncommittally.

Still, I'm really awkward. If she laughs at me, I don't feel it; But when she encouraged me like this, it made me feel that I was going to lose my words.

"Alright, let's leave it here." She looked at the time, then put her phone away, and said majestically, "I'm going to go up the mountain next to look for the demon, and once I find it, I will correct the Fa on the spot!" ”

"See you next time, then." I say.

She waved at me and turned around.

"Wait a minute." I called out to her.

She looked back in confusion.

"Come on." I say.

She smiled and made a gesture to show off her arm muscles, then turned away.

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Since the task of solving the demon is entrusted to the demon hunter Blue Bird, I have nothing to do near Nameless Mountain. But I couldn't rest assured after all, and I wanted to use "seeing the return of the blue bird" as a signal that the incident was officially over. And Blue Bird also said that he would popularize the common sense of demon hunters for me after solving the demons, so I should wait for her at the foot of the mountain.

Fortunately, there is a hotel here in the Nameless Mountain Scenic Area, so I stayed at the hotel.

I sat on the bed in the private room, it was already dark outside the window, and I wondered if the blue bird was still looking for the demon in the mountains at this time. Having seen her she's powerful and occasionally unruly performances, I've always had a superhero movie-like filter for her and her witcher department. But reality is not a movie, and superheroes sometimes miss, so I hope she can have smooth sailing.

I flattened my body in bed and let go of my mind.

Suddenly, I remembered something. I should have consulted Bluebird about this, but there were so many shocking and confusing things happening today that I had been thinking about this thing for a long time, and I was actually left behind.

This is the strange dream I have never forgotten before, in my dreams, I always hug the soft and white female body in the mountains and forests, and have fun with the seemingly inhuman "it".

I still don't know the true identity of "it", and I haven't even figured out a scaly claw, but the impact of "it" on my life is not limited to high-intensity "sexual harassment" in my dreams.

This "influence", in detail, is difficult for me to speak, to put it simply, since I had this strange dream, I have completely lost my lust for women.

Not physically, but psychologically. It would be an exaggeration to say that it is psychogenic impotence, and my related functions are still functioning normally, but for some reason I can't have lust for all the women in my life and on the screen. Of course, there is no problem with my aesthetics, and I can still tell what women are good-looking and where they are good-looking, but I just can't produce "congested" feelings. If I have to say it, it is the feeling that the "fetish" is completely incompatible. It's like a person who likes plump people of the opposite sex sees a thin one, and a person who likes a petite person of the opposite sex sees a burly one, and my psychological symptoms may be even more terminally ill than that. I watched a movie with relish some time ago, but now I can't feel the slightest feeling when I watch it.

On the contrary, in the dream, in the face of that seemingly inhuman thing, I regained the burning lust - no, it was not so much that I found my lust, but in the dream, I became a completely different person.

I heard that in some country weird stories, some evil creatures will sneak into men's dreams, mimic the appearance of beautiful women, and absorb essence in an obscene way.

Could it be that the reason why I lose my lust for women in reality is because I was sucked away too much in my dreams? This is quite in line with the ideas of some classical Zhiwei novels.

But why did you choose that mountain forest as the backdrop? Why did "it" find itself?

Or is "it" not an unknown evil thing, but a terrible ghost at the front table who wants to punish me for being rescued alone?

The next time I see Bluebird, I'll consult her.

With doubts and intentions in mind, I slowly fell asleep.

But this time, I didn't have that strange dream full of erotic meaning again.

New dreams visited my consciousness. It was an extremely monotonous dream. In my dreams, I walked alone in the endless darkness. It's dark to look ahead, and it's dark to look back. I don't know where I'm going, but I always feel like I shouldn't stop. I walked numbly in the dark, and I don't know how long I walked, but some changes appeared.

The darkness was no longer pure darkness, and something faintly appeared in all directions. And my numb mind gradually regained its vitality and began to know that I was uneasy about darkness and shadows.

When I had basically recovered all my mind, I suddenly noticed something hanging in the dark sky.

When I looked up, it was a full silver moon.

It turned out that the shadowy things around were trees, and because of the moonlight, they faintly revealed their silhouettes.

I woke up from my dream.

However, I couldn't wake up in the hotel bed.

I still stand alone in the dark woods of Nameless Mountain.