Until now, the atmosphere of the dialogue between us was quite harmonious. But as I made the invitation, Joan became alert and uneasy, and reverted back to her initial expression as if she would run away at any moment.

But I couldn't sit idly by and watch him sleep wet on such a cold, rainy night. He had to find a place for him to take a hot shower and change into dry clothes.

I know very well how sensitive and suspicious he is now, especially the last time he saw the middleman stuff in my mind. Although I really didn't mean that to him, my ability to negotiate was obviously not enough to dispel his suspicions in vain. And when it comes to problem-solving ideas, I don't have nothing. It's simple, just let him use the mind reading technique on me again. This time, I just need to play well and stop thinking about the memories of the middleman like last time.

But many times the more people don't want to think about something, the more they emphasize it in their minds. The strong idea of "don't think about something" contains "something" in itself. Consciously denying one's own consciousness, like trying to lift oneself up with one's hands, is a paradoxical thing.

"You don't want to go home because you're afraid that you won't be able to control your charm, and you're worried that you'll charm your family again, right?" I racked my brain to think about how to convince him, "But you're not safe out there either. Now that it's raining so hard and you're still wearing soaked clothes, spending the night outside like this is sure to break your body. And you can't turn off the charm yet, and you may meet bad guys with bad intentions outside. But I won't be seduced, and since you can't go home, come to my house for the night. ”

As I spoke, I felt like I didn't have self-knowledge in what I had just said, and I couldn't help laughing at myself, "Although I'm also a bad person......

"You're not a bad person." He protested quietly.

"In short, I really have no ill will towards you. Or might as well think of it this way, suppose I have bad intentions towards you, do you think you can run away? I can't think of any softer words, or I just don't seem to be nervous about that, and Bluebird might be better at that kind of thing, so I can only think of saying, "I guess I was unfortunate and kidnapped by a perverted murderer passing by." Then take a hot bath and a hot drink at his house, and finally get a good night's sleep in the soft bed and quilt. It's better than spending the night in a place like this, don't you think? ”

He was dumbfounded at first, but when he heard it, he seemed to be moved.

I picked up my umbrella, walked outside the bridge, and said to him, "I'll bring an umbrella, let's make do with it." ”

He looked at my umbrella and then at himself, as if he was still struggling, "but I'm already wet." ”

When I heard this, I put away my umbrella and let the rain wet me. Met with his surprised gaze, I explained, "When I go back next time, I can't watch you soak in the rain while I have an umbrella." ”

His mouth opened in astonishment, and then closed again. In the end, he could only give up resistance, slowly stood up, and walked out of the bridge hole.

I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart, turned around and led the way, "Come with me, my house is not far from here." ”

He followed me step by step, and seemed a little frustrated by my persuasion. After walking for a while, I felt his gaze from time to time. He seemed to care a little about my right hand. My right hand was wrapped around the black bandage that Lieq had given me. At the beginning of the manual, it was said that it was hand equipment, so I wrapped it around, and before I could continue, Qiao Licorice's phone interrupted me, and I still haven't taken it off.

I took the initiative to ask, "Do you care about this?" ”

"Are you hurt?" He asked worriedly.

"No, it's my new gear." As I spoke, I also cared, isn't it too "middle two" to wrap bandages on my hands when I have nothing to do?

Although I thought so, but looking back, Joan looked at the bandage on my hand with a little envy. When I was in junior high school, I also had this strange aesthetic, and I thought that the "decoration" of bandages was very handsome. Seeing him like this, I felt like I saw my past self.

He seemed to want to ask more, but as if he remembered his scruples about me, he stopped talking, and returned to his previous anxious demeanor. From time to time, he cautiously looked at my face, as if to make sure I was seduced by him.

I couldn't cope with this awkward atmosphere, and I actually had some mixed feelings. In the past, he longed for me so much, saying that he wanted to be like me, and although I said that it would be better not to do that, I was happy in my heart. Later, he found out that I had been a psychopathic murderer, and immediately distanced himself from me, and I was also disappointed by it. But after the day, he was enthusiastic about me again, and I would say that it was impossible to be happy without it. And now he looked at me with such a wistful look that I didn't know what to do.

It sounds like he's an overly fickle kid, but I know it's not, it's just that what happens in between. Of course, I don't know what to do, maybe he can't figure out how to deal with people.

It didn't take long for me to take him into my quarters.

"Sorry, it's a bit of a mess." I say.

I usually help Bluebird tidy up his house, but I rarely tidy up my own house. In other words, when I'm alone, I suddenly don't want to tidy up my room, and I can't cook for myself. That being said, my accommodation wasn't so chaotic that I couldn't see anyone, and I was still able to receive guests. After all, I usually live more with the blue bird, and there are not many opportunities to mess up my own residence.

I'll have to tell Bluebird about Joan when I go back. Although I don't think it's necessary to report to my girlfriend if I invite a friend of the same sex to live at home, Joan wants to spend the night with me, so it is inconvenient for me to go to Bluebird's house. At the very least, you have to breathe first.

I asked Joan to sit in the living room first, and I went to the closet to find some clothes for him to change. Although I dress in a larger size than him, I don't have to be picky anymore. When I got back to the living room, he was still standing there, as if he was worried that he would get the furniture wet when he sat down. And when I asked him to take a shower, he shook his head worriedly.

"If you're still doubting me, then you might as well do it." I also made up my mind, "You can use the mind reading technique from last time to see what I'm thinking." If I have bad intentions for you, it will be exposed immediately. How is it? ”

He asked uneasily, "Would you like to let me see it?" ”

"Of course. But since you want to watch it, you have to see it all, and you can't just watch a little bit like last time and stop it. "I was mentally prepared that it didn't matter if I couldn't help but think about the memories of the middleman. His mind-reading skills can see all the thoughts that come to me at this moment, and if he sees them all, he will understand what I really think.

I held out my left hand. He paused for a moment, then plucked up his courage and grabbed my hand while closing his eyes.

The spirits in the air were faintly concentrated towards his body. I sensed as if some faint force was sweeping over the surface of my heart, and it must be that he was understanding my thoughts at this moment. When I realize that I am being read minds, I always feel more cranky than usual.

While I was thinking about "I can't think about the memories of the middleman", I also thought about the various experiences I had known him so far, and I knew that he actually longed for his secret joy after dreaming of himself, the loss after seeing him disillusioned with me, the joy of reconciling with him, and the complexity of the present...... And for these, I have the feeling of "nothing unseemly". Just let him see it, see it clearly.

I want him to see what kind of person I am.

I thought, even though I was a bad person, a wicked man who was so wicked that he couldn't even forgive himself, a stupid guy who only now wanted to fight like a hero again, but it was too late.

But, at this moment, I really wanted to help him.

After a few moments, he let go of my left hand and opened his eyes at the same time, staring blankly at me with his mouth slightly open.

"Last time you said it was a useless spell." I said, "Now it seems to be somewhat useful, right?" ”

After a while, he seemed to have regained his soul, and then nodded vigorously.

"Can you trust me now?" I asked.

"I believe in you." He said with great seriousness, his eyes completely devoid of suspicion, and then lowered again, "And ...... I'm sorry I ...... you like that."

"It's okay, that's your normal reaction." I said, "Let's get along with each other later." ”

"Hmm!" He nodded happily and was about to continue talking, but his legs went limp. Perhaps because his whole body suddenly went from excessive tension to excessive relaxation, he was unable to stand still and almost fell to the ground.

I immediately grabbed him. He was startled, but he no longer resisted this level of physical contact, but instead showed an attitude of honest dependence. I straightened him and took out the clothes I had just prepared for him, "You go take a shower first." The clothes are on mine first, and the panties are new. The bathroom is over there, shampoo and shower gel can be used as much as you like. ”

"Okay." He nodded obediently, picked up his clothes and walked into the bathroom.

I finally relaxed, changed my clothes, and then went to the balcony and took out my phone, and called Jo Licorice to tell me everything I had heard from Jo Ann.

"I see, the part that the succubus discarded merged with the Fog Demon and became a demon named Ash Ash, and merged with my younger brother ......" Qiao Licorice groaned.

"It's still uncertain where the new demon came from." I said, "Do you know how to undo Joan's fusion with the devil?" ”

Although at present, there have been no side effects of Joan's succubus, it may be that the time is still short, and the problem has not yet surfaced.

I heard that the succubus is a demon who is tirelessly squeezing the essence of men, I wonder if Joan also has that desire? Or did he always have it, but just tried to endure it?

"Joan's situation is a special kind of demonic possession. And the case of demon possession is not uncommon in the Security Bureau, and it should be possible to apply for props that can help Joan dissolve the fusion. Qiao Licorice hurriedly said, "I'll apply now, and before that, Joan will ask you to watch first." ”

"I see." When I finished, the call ended.

It didn't take long for JoAnn to come out of the bathroom. He was loosely wearing my white long-sleeved shirt, which was so large that the sleeves could easily cover his palms, and he rolled up the sleeves so that his forearms could be exposed.

He wiped his wet hair with a towel, his skin, which had been a little pale from the rain, was now rosy again, and the heat of the freshly bathed body was still bubbling from his body, and the scent of shampoo and shower gel was still there.

I told him I was already on the phone with his sister. He seemed to want to talk to his sister too, but he put up with it and showed a self-isolation attitude.

"Ever since I became a succubus, my sister has always looked at me with strange eyes." He sighed reproachfully, "It's all because I charmed my sister......"

That woman was like that, you don't have to blame yourself. I said silently in my heart.

According to my observations, Jo An's charm fluctuations are not strong, and Qiao Licorice is also a warlock, but it fell so quickly. Maybe it's because she liked Joan from the beginning, or that she had an unspeakable (though she often said) desire for Joan.

I then started asking JoAnn about his current status, focusing on whether he felt like he was being mentally polluted.

"No...... I didn't notice the change. He shook his head.

"It stands to reason that since you have merged with a spirit other than yourself, even if this spirit is not a demon, you should have some significant changes in your psyche." I said, "Can you feel the ash in your body?" Has it done anything else in your body after merging with you? ”

"Ash fell into a complete slumber after merging with me, and I couldn't wake it up no matter how I screamed." He said, "I guess it wasn't psychologically affected because it was in a deep sleep." ”

"In other words, it just gave its attributes and powers to you, and did nothing else?" I asked.

"I think so." He said, "Ash just got my wish." ”

His desire is to want power. In my feeling, if he learns how to mobilize the spiritual power he has now, although it is impossible for him to reach the main level, he will definitely be considered a strong among warlocks. And when the time comes, he will definitely be able to turn off his charm power.

But even if it can be turned off, a succubus is still a succubus. Turning off the power of seduction only eliminates the immediate effect of seduction, and he will still unconsciously charm others in the future, causing subtle changes in others, and in the end, the people around him will still tend to please him.

That kind of situation is not even a spiritual interference, just like a man who sees a beautiful woman and wants to please her and make her happy, it is a seemingly unnatural natural phenomenon. According to what I've learned from the textbooks, this extraordinary charm is not only found in succubi, but sometimes also in other types of hybrids, which is a natural physiological trait, so the Security Service will not punish it. As long as you don't commit a sin with this characteristic, you don't break the law of secrecy.

But even among so many hybrids with extraordinary charm, the situation of succubi is particularly prominent. Just because Joan is particularly charismatic, others will develop a large amount of extra, unusual affection for him, and become his "subordinate".

Is this change good or bad? More importantly, what does JoAnn herself think about this?

I told him about it.

(End of chapter)