"I just discovered a little hobby of yours. It's not something shameful. Why are you making trouble with me...?"
She had no idea why she was being alienated.
In her opinion, being able to draw is something worth showing off. If she has this skill, she will definitely show off to people like Ethan or Alfred whenever she gets the chance, and it would be best if she could draw all their frustrated expressions.
As for the fact that I saw a lot of naked portraits when I turned the pages later.
From an artistic perspective, sketching naked portraits seems to be quite normal...
"I'm just warning you. Don't go through other people's things without their permission in the future."
Hitzfeld glanced at her.
She was definitely embarrassed and ashamed, but she was not such a pretentious person and would not get angry with the other person over such a thing.
The reason why she was angry was that this hateful woman was actually from Shadow Lion! Her real identity was actually the captain of the 17th team, the "she" that Ethan had mentioned before!
Hitzfeld had used deduction to infer that she was either a detective or a police officer, and she had the nerve to deny it!
So the “secret police” are not “police” anymore, right?
It's simply a rogue act!
And it immediately reminded her of the last things Ethan had said to her.
Before leaving, Ethan said that someone would see her off, but kept it a secret when asked who it would be.
Now that I think about it, these people had known her movements for a long time, and this Xia guy might have been traveling with her just to monitor her.
"You don't think that I approached you in order to escort you, do you?"
There were almost no passengers on the late-night train. Ignoring the people in other carriages shouting about unloading, Xia Yibing dragged her suitcase and followed the girl onto the train, trying to argue as she walked.
"I can swear that I didn't know about this beforehand... Madam's methods are too clever. Our attention was completely distracted by the nightmare man and other things at the time. We didn't know you would come with me."
"What about this time?" Hitzfeld remained unmoved.
"I originally reported that I would come to Wayne Port for half a month, which is two weeks. But because of the delay in the arrival of the train, I was unable to come and see you. I have not been able to come to the Port for a long time!"
Finding an empty bedroom, the woman pushed the door open and dragged the box in. She found a corner, put it flat, and sat down on the bed on the left side.
"Then that old man Alfred came to me and told me about your plan...so I was the one who escorted you back."
"It means this is all just a coincidence."
"uh-huh."
"Pure coincidence."
"What else?" Xia Yibing was amused by her excessive vigilance. "We are both girls. What else can I have in mind for you?"
"Don't worry~ Although I have no interest in dating a man, I won't fall into such a state as you..."
She looked Hitzfeld up and down and changed her words temporarily: "You are indeed very beautiful and cute."
"But I don't have any feelings for you."
That's a good point.
Hitzfeld nodded slightly, also feeling that he was too sensitive.
She didn't think about it that way.
The reason why I am so vigilant is actually...
Well, actually she is just neurotic.
Think about it... a person who died when she was less than 17 years old, woke up to find that she had changed her body, appearance and even gender, and the surrounding environment was completely unfamiliar, and perhaps because of her suicidal behavior - even if it was manipulated - she killed all her distant relatives.
In addition, she couldn't sleep, and when she closed her eyes to take a nap, she would hear mysterious whispers. And there were monsters like nightmares in this world.
If it were someone else, they would have gone crazy long ago.
All her caution, all her vigilance, came from this.
Or in other words -
She was not only afraid of death, but also afraid that anyone else would suffer misfortune because of her.
After the "misunderstanding" was resolved, the two began to communicate normally.
"Are you the only one escorting me?"
On the small table against the car window, Hitzfeld took out the bullet box and loaded the bullets into the Plank magazine one by one.
"One for me is enough."
Xia Yibing stared at the brass bullets silently, and the corners of her mouth twitched unconsciously.
"Are these bullets any good?"
"……what?"
"Hey! I mean, you killed the nightmare man and the ten slit-mouthed wolves in the nightmare corridor with this kind of bullet, right?"
"Yes."
“Are they any good?”
"?"
Hitzfeld frowned and looked at Xia Yibing with an expression that said, "You might have some serious illness."
"That's actually true."
The black-haired woman coughed again, reached into her blazer, and pulled out a revolver from roughly her armpit.
"Crack!"
The wheel opened, revealing six silver bullets.
“It’s the silver bullet.”
She stared at the girl's face.
"It's not really a silver bullet, it's called that because it looks like it."
"'Only silver bullets can penetrate the barrier between reality and the dream world and harm beings whose true bodies are in the dream world'... This is common sense that all extraordinary people will learn after finding the organization."
"σ(○_●〃)!"
Hitzfeld was stunned.
Xia Yibing didn't say anything either, just kept looking at her.
The air in the car almost froze.
"Of course it's okay if you don't want to say it."
The black-haired woman suddenly said.
"Everyone has secrets, it's normal and allowed..."
"But in this case, I think you're not the one who's going to kill me."
She took off her coat and untied an extra holster from her body that was designed to be tied under the armpit and threw it on the table.
"You may have to make some choices, such as finding a trusted organization and a trusted contact person to work with."
"……(○_●〃)"
Hitzfeld was like a statue.
"Put it on."
Xia Yibing pushed the holster towards her.
"Otherwise, pulling a gun out of a skirt is really - it's not even popular in novels anymore."
The girl didn't listen at all.
Her mind was now filled with her former complacency - she felt that she had not revealed any flaws and was not afraid of Ethan's report at all.
Is this a loophole?
No.
No matter how I think about it, I am too stupid...
"Then, whether you care or not, according to the rules, I have to give you a vaccination."
Xia Yibing raised the corners of her mouth slightly, then returned to her serious expression.
"My code name in the organization is 'Sword Demon of the Summer Night'."
"That is to say, if we really encounter an attack later."
She lowered her voice.
"The scene would probably be much bloodier than a gunfight..."
Chapter 42: To the Future
The sky is bright.
Hitzfeld curled up against the head of the bed, writing and drawing, occasionally glancing at the bed opposite with his right eye.
This is not only necessary observation for sketching, but also reminds her when the female detective wakes up.
"Um……"
Xia Yibing moved slightly.
Hitzfeld immediately put the cap on his pen, threw the notebook and pen aside, put his head on the pillow, closed his eyes and began to pretend to sleep.
The whispers reappeared.
This was not her illusion, but the truth... they were becoming more and more rampant as time went by.
Are my special powers, and this whispering curse, related to this body, or just to my left eye?
Xia Yibing got up and washed, while Hitzfeld began to think about his own problems in a whisper.
She was being watched too closely by these people, so closely that she had no time to adapt and master the power of her left eye.
At this point, she began to doubt whether this was her own body - perhaps this body was transformed based on her original body, or perhaps she just had her soul invested in a strange body.
Hitzfeld carefully categorized his current understanding.
1. Normally, her left eye's vision is very poor. Taking off the eye patch and using both eyes at the same time will actually reduce her perception of space.
Second: This body is very durable. Although it cannot sleep and has poor physical strength, it does not need water or food when its physical strength is exhausted, and it can recover after a while.
Three: She still feels thirsty and hungry, and needs to eat three meals a day. And the sleepiness caused by lack of sleep will gradually accumulate.
4: When you are physically exhausted, use your left eye to see things and you can enter a state of "synchronous dreaming".
5: In this state, if she uses both eyes to see at the same time, she can hit the target every time within 15 meters.
After going over all the information in his mind, Hitzfeld suddenly discovered something unusual.
She had run out of energy many times, but most of the time she just used it to increase her aiming accuracy.
And because this is a "passive skill" that can only be triggered after physical exhaustion, the number of times she can shoot after it is triggered is very limited.
But she really never entered that state again.
She saw countless "ghosts" and also saw the illusion of No. 221 Iris Street in the light.
Synchronize dream world.
She made up this statement herself.
After all, she didn't know what that state was.
Does it count as crossing the barrier and entering the dream world?
It seems not. Because Ethan and his wife had said that the dream world was in the sky, and she needed to guide her own "spirit" to float up and enter a mysterious fog.
Compared to this description, it was more like she was standing on the ground, fully awake, looking up at the fog.
It's just that unlike ordinary people, she can see them.
Is there any difference between the other times I synchronized with the dream world and last Saturday night?
Hitzfeld tried to figure out why.
