"While you killed the old bone, my reboot wasn't fully completed, but I still collected some of his spirit fragments inside the Siren's Blade." The sirens explained it to me.

"Isn't the old bone I killed a doppelganger? Although his main body must be dead, it must be far away from the place where I killed the clone, right? I asked.

"It has nothing to do with distance, as long as you kill it, the spirit fragments will eventually come to you." She said, "Even if the target is killed indirectly not directly with the siren's blade, but indirectly, some of the spirit fragments will gather together. Let's say a man with wings fell off a cliff and died. He could have flown but you cut off his wings with a siren blade; And the cause of death is ultimately a fall, but there is still your factor in it. The higher your factor, the more spirit fragments you get; The reverse is less, or even none. ”

I digested the information and asked, "So...... Will I be able to view the memories of old bones now? ”

Just look at the memories of the old bones to know the true face of the person behind him.

If it's a white horse, you'll be able to get more clues about the white horse; And even if it is not, it can be used to find out the motives of the person behind the old bones.

What is clear at the moment is that the person behind the old bones, like the White Horse, has some unknown intentions for "it" remains, and I want to know what this attempt is, so that I can better grasp the possible movements of the White Horse.

"Not yet, I'm a little late to finish the reboot. The spirit fragments of the old bones are gradually losing their personality due to the time they have been preserved, and the memories engraved on them have become a little blurry, so I need more time to extract them now...... Give me another day or two. Siren shook his head, "And even if it is extracted, I don't know how many memories will be lost......"

"What's going on?" I asked.

"The part of human memory that retains memory is not the spirit, but the biological brain. It's just that the spirit has the property of changing itself according to the shape of the physical container, so it gets traces of memory. It's as if you write on the first page of a notebook, and the second page will leave marks due to the pressure of the pen. She said, "The condition of the old bone spirit fragments is because time has passed, so the traces have faded...... This is where the possibility of memory loss arises. ”

Hearing this, I noticed another thing, "You are obviously my true spiritual power, but you have knowledge that I don't know." ”

"You are flesh, I am spirit; You are the master, I am the weapon; You are the king, I am the mount...... If you have a different perspective, you will naturally have different experiences. She said.

"I see......," I accepted, thinking, "In other words, I'd better kill the middleman......

According to the clues provided by the blue bird, it is likely that there is some deep correlation between the intermediary and the old bones. If I can't get a clue from the old bones, I'll have to start from the middleman. And the simplest and most efficient way is nothing more than to kill it and take away its memory.

It just so happened that the middleman was also a perverted murderer, and I had no worries about doing it.

The problem is the succubus who joins forces with the middleman...... If I run into her, will I be able to handle it?

And, where is the most critical middleman now? If he really stayed away from Liucheng as Blue Bird said, then my plan would be in vain.

I have to figure it out......

The siren suddenly asked, "Are you really going to chase that hand?" ”

"Yes." As always, I admit it.

She was somewhat silent.

Maybe even she was against me chasing that hand, but I couldn't help but chase it.

I'm probably still trapped in my dreams. It was neither the dream that the sirens had created for me, nor the dream that the bluebird had persuaded me to stay, but the grotesque dream of being lost in the mountains and forests in the middle of the night, under the gaze of the silver moonlight, and having a crazy relationship with the seemingly and inhuman things.

The story of the demon Li Duo may have ended early, but the obsessive ghost still remains in this shell.

If I stand still, I can't get past myself.

Unconsciously, the dream also changed. I found myself no longer walking on the streets of the city, but in the familiar dark mountain forest, where the full silver moon hung high in the night. The siren walked ahead, entered a clearing, and turned to me and said, "I see, I will help you." ”

"Thank you." I say.

She suddenly asked, "Then again, are you really not going to do it with me?" ”

"Don't." I couldn't keep my pace a little bit when I was interrupted like this, "And you've become so small......"

"My shape settings can be changed freely."

"But I don't have that desire for humans."

"I am not a human, but a weapon," she stressed. ”

"No, you're human." I said firmly.

She paused for a moment, then said, "Well, tell me when you want to do it." ”

"How am I going to wake up from a dream compared to this?" I asked.

She knelt down on the empty grass and patted her thigh, "Please lie down here." ”

I understood what she meant," ...... It has to be like this? ”

"It has to be." She said with a serious face.

I hesitated, but finally did as she said, and lay down on her side, resting my cheek on her lap.

She covered my eyes tenderly with her hands and hummed softly again. It is a very warm melody reminiscent of sunlight shining through the branches and leaves of trees and projecting large flickering spots of light on the grass. Even in such a dark and cold dream, as long as you hear this melody, it seems that you will not be lost again.

Sleepiness came over me like a rising tide.

"You will wake up again in reality. The reality that makes you incomparably cruel, and at the same time incomparably cruel to you. The siren's soft voice finally reached my ears, "But believe me, I'm your partner." No matter what happens, I will always stand firmly by your side and give all my strength to you. ”

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The next morning, I gave a little bit of a test to what the sirens had said, and blessed myself with the power of the siren's blade without summoning it. And then it worked out fairly smoothly.

It seems that you just need to think hard in your head, and this state can indeed be permanent.

It's only part of the power, and it's more focused on heightening awareness, but that's what I want.

Since I had experienced some adventures in another space before, I also made up for the knowledge about the other space in the general knowledge textbook of the Security Bureau. Probably keeping pace with the times, the textbook has an electronic document version, which is very convenient for me to use my mobile phone to carry around to read and study.

When I went to report to the Security Bureau, I met Blue Bird, and as soon as we met, she hung a white amulet around my neck.

"This is the anti-charm amulet, I made it myself last night. If a charm spell works on you, the amulet will burn and unleash the power to dispel the charm. She said solemnly, "I don't know if that succubus has left Liucheng." Just in case, I'll equip you first. Don't lose it! ”

It seems that she is really worried that the succubus will find me.

But I accepted it disrespectfully. And I'm also worried that I'll encounter a succubus.

But what I'm going to be busy with today has nothing to do with succubi and intermediaries for the time being.

I don't dare to forget what Lieku told me yesterday, he asked me to go to my alma mater today to investigate the strange incident. Now I'm half a law enforcement warlock, and I can't shirk the mission of the Security Service.

In the morning, the students were in class, so I took advantage of the lunch break to enter the school. The security guards didn't stop me, and I'm still an official person, and I'm here in the name of investigating the death of a teacher some time ago.

Looking at the environment inside the school, I have mixed feelings. Just five years ago, I was an obscure part of the group, worrying about homework, exams, and higher education. Now he has returned to his alma mater in his hometown city from an ordinary student to a perverted murderer...... If the return of other successful people to their alma mater is called "returning home", then I am clearly "returning home".

Don't think about it so much, let's finish the task first. This is my first official assignment in the Security Service, and I intend to follow the normal process step by step.

The first step is to communicate with those in the know.

After all, the reason why the teacher's death was related to the strange story was because during the official investigation of the school, a student linked the incident to the strange story in the official questioning, and the interview record attracted the attention of the security service.

The student's name was "Joan" and I quickly found him near the cafeteria.

He is a fairly delicate male student, with milky white skin, short black hair, and a relatively slender figure. In particular, the school's uniforms are still sportswear-style uniforms that hide gender differences, which highlights his androgynous feeling even more. Fortunately, the color of the boy's and girls' school uniforms is different, the boys are black, and the women are white, so it is not impossible to distinguish his gender. But if he is changed into a white school uniform, it may not be unnatural to dress up as a female student.

Assuming that the strange talk is true, it is possible that he is the type whose awareness is inherently superior to that of ordinary people. After discovering this type of person, the Security Service has a duty of guidance to them.

I tried to ask him about the incident, and he seemed quite sure that there was a "paranormal incident" at the school, and instead asked me, "Are you the official person in charge of solving the paranormal incident?" ”

"Yes, I am." I admit it without hesitation.

And what reason is there to deny it? The Security Service has no rules prohibiting the disclosure of information about secret events, but rather is in a helpless situation where it has nothing to do if it wants to publicize itself.

To facilitate the conversation, I summoned my weapon in front of him, and quickly put it away.

"Actually...... There really is such a department! I knew it! His face flushed with excitement, and he almost jumped up, then he became uneasy again, and asked cautiously, "What...... Is it okay to tell me? What if I told someone about the weapon you just summoned out of thin air...... Surely it's not allowed, right? ”

"No problem, allowed."

"Huh?" He was stunned, "Then, can I still take photos and videos?" ”

"Yes."

He asked, "What if I post it on the Internet?" ”

"Post whatever you want."

"This ......," he was nervous, "is it possible that you mean that if I have the courage to do whatever I want, you will do whatever I want......"

Seeing him look forward and backward, I missed it and recalled the time when I was still in my dreams. At that time, I also reacted like this after seeing the blue bird summon the thunderbolt sword.

"Don't be cranky here, I'm not going to do anything to you." I said, "Tell me about you, how do you believe that the death of the teacher is related to the strange story?" ”

He also calmed down, organized the language, and said, "Because...... Because that strange story is true. And the place where the teacher fell down is also the place where the strange talk took place. ”

"How can you be sure that weird story is true?" I asked.

"Because I've encountered it." He said categorically.

He then described his experience:

At noon the day before the teacher's death, he went to the toilet after the first class in the afternoon. On the way back to the classroom, I suddenly noticed an extra door at the end of the hallway.

The door looked like the other classroom doors, but it shouldn't have a door in this location. When he saw the door, he immediately thought of the strange story that had been circulating in the school a few years ago - it was said that there was a non-existent door somewhere in the school building, and behind the door was a former school building, and the ghosts of past students were entrenched in it.

He had heard this strange story when he first entered the school, and at that time he felt that it was no different from the ghost stories of other schools. But when he heard this strange story again in the last two weeks, he somehow had a strange instinct, and felt that this strange story exuded an intriguing atmosphere between the lines.

And today, he finally witnessed the real nature of this strange story.

As he pulled his attention from his memories, he suddenly realized that he had pushed the door open at some point.

Not only that, but his body actually walked to the back of the door by itself!

He immediately tried to run back, but when he turned around, the door suddenly closed as if it had been springed, and there was a loud thud that scared him to the ground.

Now was not the time to sit on the ground, he quickly got up from the ground and looked around. Then, he found himself still in the hallway of the school building, but the hallway and walls were somehow old and dirty, the windows were coated with blood-stained mud, and the environment was rather dim. There were only a few light bulbs on overhead, half of which were still flickering nervously.

When he turned around and tried to reopen the door, he found that it was gone, and all that was left in front of him was the bare concrete walls.