Hae Jaan, who was finally able to get into bed and sleep, lay down on the prepared floor, and Naomi Misaki also slept on the bed.
"Good night." Li Jian saw the light in the room and stood up to turn it off. here
"Wait!" Seeing this, Naomi Miizaki immediately got up from the bed to stop the other person's actions, and said with a glare, "At least leave a light on."
“Agreed.” Li Jiang didn’t care, left a small lamp for Naomi Misaki, and lay down on the bed.
After that, troublemaker Saki Naomi couldn't sleep and told He Jia'an about her past.
Most of the time, Naomi Miyazaki was speaking and He Jian was listening. Afterwards, Naomi Misaki probably realized that she was talking too much and was afraid of seeming a nuisance to He Ji-an, so she gave He Ji-an the "mic" and asked He Ji-an to talk about your past. I guess it was.
Of course, He Jian could not say it, nor did he dare to say it. As it turns out, his experience as a mystery detective was much scarier than what Naomi Misaki is currently experiencing. He told different scary stories throughout the day to scare the girls. Therefore, Li Jian can only talk about some interesting things in the past that are not related to his career.
In this way, the two of them lost track of time and exchanged words. Misaki Naomi's physiological instinct to sleep overcame her fear and she fell asleep.
Li Jiang finally felt relieved. Then he sat down and looked at the sleeping Naomi Miizaki. He hesitated for a moment, reached into his pocket, took out a red New Year's gift bag, took a deep breath, and put it down. on the tatami outside. here
The moment his hand left the red envelope, He Jia'an felt a chill run through his eyes and into his brain. In the blink of an eye, the world's color changed, turning into the dark color I'd been used to seeing for the past few years, black as if all life force had been drained away.
The gaze that had bothered me at the mental sanatorium disappeared without a trace, but I felt that a power from a dimension that was not supposed to exist was invading the world, and I could see distortions. Vines of rotting plants are encroaching on the houses, a gray mist covers the city, and gray chachins are still slowly falling from the depths of the unknown fog.
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