Manual of the Monster in City

75 Confused

"I... why am I here?" Jia Qingming said.

    For people who have just awakened from their dreams, everything that happened in the dream will quickly dissipate, like the morning dew that has evaporated in the early morning.

    This is one of the laws of dreams.

    "Ah. Had Mr. Qingming forgotten? Mr. Qingming told me yesterday that the original residence was renovated, so he had to stay with me for a while. Did he forget it after sleeping?" Bai Ling watched from the sofa to sleep The awake Jia Qingming said so.

    Ah...remembered.

    It seems that there is such a thing. Uncle Jia Shansheng, the rockery god who originally occupied the ruined temple, is about to renovate the restaurant he wants to open, and now only the last few private rooms can be completed. As for the dormitory room where Jia Qingming and Yuan Boyang lived, he claimed that he would keep it for them, but it would also need to be renovated inside and outside to ensure a new "unity and integrity" inside and outside.

    Uncle Jia Shansheng said that at the time. I really didn't know that such a rockery god who had been isolated from the world for many years knew such a trendy vocabulary.

    So the uncle directly drove the two of them out to live temporarily. Yuan Mu-mutou chose to live in the cabin of the forest ranger Master Lin, but Jia Qingming had nowhere to go and had no money to stay in a hotel, so he had to apply to live here with Miss Bai Ling.

    He recalled the past a little bit, then sat up from the sofa and yawned.

    The room he is now in is the entertainment room in the Thiruto Pavilion, equipped with a widescreen curved LCD TV, PSP, and the WIFI source in the Thiruto Pavilion. This should be regarded as the most modern room in the Thiruto Pavilion.

    However, he felt that there was still a strange feeling lingering in his mind, as if...

    It was as if there was something he had forgotten.

    And now when everything recedes following the dream, following the ebb-like wave back into the abyss, I can't remember it anymore.

    "If you have breakfast, I will trouble Mr. Qingming." Bai Ling said.

    "Ah, good." Jia Qingming replied while trying to recall.

    "Mr. Qingming...do you have any concerns?" Bai Ling asked thoughtfully, looking at his cheek.

    "No...nothing," he said, raising his hand to cover his aching head. "It's just that there seems to be something... I can't remember."

    Yes, he seems to have forgotten something, but he can't remember anymore.

    "Did Mr. Seimei slept well last night? There is no extra bedroom in Tootingaku, but I don't want Mr. Seimei to think that I didn't entertain him well."

    There seems to be a...familiar feeling in her words? Jia Qingming couldn't help feeling so.

    "It's nothing..." He scratched his head, trying to smile, "I just had a dream... No, no, it shouldn't be a dream. It should be... memories... but those memories are too broken. I can't remember what it is. But..."

    However, that seems to be a very important content.

    "Dreamland is a vain thing." Bai Ling smiled slightly and said, "The so-called day thinking is a dream, it is not necessarily the memory that Qingming lost. Moreover, there are some memories that cannot be retrieved, so you don't need to force it."

    "Is that so..." Jia Qingming took a deep breath of the morning air, preparing to start making breakfast.

    For some reason, he felt that today’s Thiotian Pavilion seemed to be filled with... a strange fragrance of flowers, but there were no flowers in full bloom in the Thiotian Pavilion’s courtyard. It was also a very deep autumn, with fallen leaves everywhere. , Let alone flowers or something, that kind of delicate existence.

    Jia Qingming thought this way while cooking, the egg being beaten into the frying pan twitched and shrank, slowly solidified, and quickly emitted a fragrance.

    What is the forgotten thing? There is indeed a feeling, that seems to be a very important thing.

    Anything about Miss Bai Ling? There seemed to be some memory fragments pouring into my mind.

    Suddenly, he smelled a burnt smell.

    "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Jia Qingming turned the spatula, but the egg that was not turned over in time was already full of burnt marks, so he had to save this sun egg and eat it by himself.

    Jia Qingming thought so, but at this moment only heard behind...

    "Boy, you actually fry things, hahaha." It was Xiao Hei's heartless laugh at the kitchen door.

    "So not serious, do you think about which little girl, my sister will check it out for you?" Xiao Bai's voice followed. It seems that the smell of his fried eggs has blown up both of these two guys. .

    The so-called good things do not go out, bad things spread for thousands of miles. It's probably the current situation.

    Jia Qingming felt a black line on her forehead.

    Finally dealt with the breakfast of these guys, Xiao Bai's steak with vegetables and sun eggs, Xiao Hei's milk and oatmeal, as well as salt-boiled vegetables and white porridge for Miss Bai Ling...

    Sometimes Jia Qingming finds it very strange. How did these guys with different eating habits stay together in harmony before he came to the store? Wouldn't it be because a breakfast only took care of a certain person, and suddenly each other started to fight each other? !

    After eating breakfast, Jia Qingming washed all the dishes used for breakfast, and stood on a shelf to control the water, so that they could be put back into the cupboard dry after a while.

    It seems that this is just a very ordinary and ordinary morning.

    Except... Except that he has been thinking about it all the time, and always feels as if he has forgotten something important. The content of the dream, the content that has been forgotten... It seems to be... Has he ever met Bai Ling?

    No...before...before...

    He couldn't remember what it was, the content of the dream, it was hard to remember it after waking up from the dream.

    Suddenly, something in the kitchen attracted his attention. He had never seen this before, but he looked familiar, but, most importantly, such a thing should never appear here.

    That is an old folding fan.

    At this moment, I was lying quietly on the console next to me, as if there was no such thing when I was preparing steak and cutting vegetables there.

    It shouldn't be here, judging from this antique style, it should be Miss Bai Ling's thing. But Ms. Bai Ling has always believed in the creed of "A gentleman is far from cooking", and she never even stepped into the kitchen, practicing it so harshly, so it is absolutely impossible for her to leave her own things here.

    "Ah." Bai Ling's voice sounded at the kitchen door, "It turned out to be here. I thought I couldn't find it."

    "What... is this?" Jia Qingming asked.

    "It's a fan. It's one of my collection." Bai Ling said.

    Jia Qingming's forehead was pulled down with a black line. Does his IQ no longer see that this thing is a fan? !

    "Please return the things to me." Bai Ling narrowed his eyes and raised his hand to slightly cover the smile at the corner of his mouth. "Otherwise, if Mr. Qingming really wants to know, you can pay a price."

    Jia Qingming let out a long breath, then handed out the fan.

    His gaze stayed on the fan for a moment, but he seemed to see something...like a spirit. He suddenly felt a little inexplicable regret, as if it was in this fan... as if it was worth the "price" he paid, and even then he should have a glimpse of it.

    There was a tingling sensation in the palm of the hand. When the fan was about to be handed to Miss Bai Ling, it came out of his hand and fell to the ground. The folded fan opened with the gravity of the fall.

    On the fan, there is a picture of a butterfly. A butterfly dances around the blooming plant. At this moment, he seemed to see the butterfly moving, it was flapping its wings...

    Jia Qingming saw it move...

    Moved again.

    Then the butterfly seemed to have really become a living thing, flapped its wings and left the fan, and began to dance in the room of the Stealing Heaven Pavilion.

    "This is?!" Jia Qingming looked at this scene in shock.

    Where did he seem to have seen this butterfly, and this folding fan, but he couldn't remember when and where he saw it again.

    The butterfly fluttered its wings and quickly flew away from the corridor, as if finally free.

    "It's the butterfly demon." Bai Lingjie said, the smile on her face looked a bit cold at the moment, "I was sealed in my fan, but I accidentally let her escape. Mr. Qingming is responsible for me. "

    "Don't use such misunderstandings!" Jia Qingming shouted desperately, and in such an emergency situation, the monster broke the seal or something, could it be so easy to joke? !

    "Xiao Hei." Bai Ling whispered, Xiao Hei quickly flashed out of the corridor behind him, wearing a black windbreaker obviously ready to fight at any time. "Catch the butterfly monster back with Mr. Qingming."

    She said, at the end of the voice, there was a cold breath: "If you can't catch it alive, you can kill it."

    "Understood." Xiao Hei seemed to be a soldier who had to get out of the queue, and he quickly pursued, pulling Jia Qingming out by the way.

    "Hey! Wait a minute, my schoolbag!" Jia Qingming suddenly remembered that he still needs to go to school, struggling in vain. He felt that he had slept this way, as if his brain had turned into a paste, and there was something in it, but it was messy and entangled, and it became confused.

    Fortunately, when I was at the door, I just saw Xiaobai was already waiting there, holding Jia Qingming's schoolbag in his hand.

    "Go slowly~" She said, handing her schoolbag to Jia Qingming, and then waved her hand obediently.

    At least this way, you won't be punished to stand at school. Jia Qingming silently thanked Xiaobai for his great kindness in his heart, but it was too late to thank him for that kind of thing, because he had just changed his shoes when he was pulled by Xiao Hei and went out.

    Jia Qingming actually has no hope anymore, because the butterfly can fly, and it has been flying away for a while, including the time that Miss Bai Ling explained, called Xiaohei's time. For such a long time, a winged guy like the butterfly demon should have never known where to fly.

    But when they arrived outside the Stealth Pavilion, the butterfly still wandered around and flew around the Stealth Pavilion, as if it had been sealed for so long, so some nostalgic for this place.

    Seeing the target, Xiao Hei lifted the hem of the windbreaker, and took out a pair of double guns from his waist. Just like what Jia Qingming saw in the ancient temple, a pair of pure black desert eagles have a shiny surface like the surface of a piano.

    In the muzzle, there was an instant burst of enthusiastic gunfire. It was a bullet condensed by psychic energy, and the bullet rain poured out in the direction of the butterfly demon.

    "Hey!" Jia Qingming looked at the fierce light in Xiao Hei's eyes, and wanted to reach out to stop her.

    In fact, Jia Qingming felt that the butterfly demon looked familiar, but he couldn't remember it.

    "Go away, kid. Don't delay business." Xiaohei said coldly, "I will never show mercy to the demon's subordinates. Since it has escaped the seal of Miss Bai Ling, it will cost life!"

    The butterfly kept dodging in the rain of bullets made by the double guns. The seemingly large insect wings waved very lightly and moved quickly. It easily slipped out of the barrage pouring out of Xiao Hei.

    "Cut!" Xiao Hei let out a disdainful voice, dragging Jia Qingming and quickly chasing him.

    The two chased them all the way to the shell road, Jia Qingming quickly asked Xiao Hei to put away the pair of guns in his hands, otherwise in this country without guns, if they were seen by passers-by, something would happen.

    He raised his head and looked in the direction the butterfly flew.

    Over there... it's the school. It is Shenting Middle School where he is currently studying.

    ————

    Inside the Stealing Pavilion that was transformed in a dream...

    After Jia Qingming left, the bodies of Miss Bai Ling and Xiao Bai quickly turned into silt-like black energy, and the entire Stealing Heaven Pavilion was swallowed by the black energy. There was a hoarse and terrifying voice, whispering in this pitch-black muddy form.

    This energy is the breath of the spirit... from a certain emotion, a certain emotion oozing from the depths of the dream...

    Is that... hatred and resentment?

    They whispered Jia Qingming's name--

Qingming...