Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

[Humans always say that they are afraid of things they are not familiar with.

This barren snowfield is also one of the objects of fear.No one can walk out of this snowy field, and no one will come to this snowy field, so every move of this man really puzzles me.However, these seem to have nothing to do with me. After spinning in my mind for a while, these thoughts disappeared again.

I thought, not only am I not human, but this man is probably not human either, right?Although he looks no different from a human being.After observing this man for a long time, I finally came to a conclusion, so, this man is really not human, right?Although I don't know why I know it clearly, but human beings obviously need to eat, but this man has not eaten anything at all during these three days.Not even drinking water.

I touched my abdomen, where the internal organs are just decorations, not working at all.It is precisely because of this that I know that I am not human.Although I have a human-like appearance, I am essentially a monster.Possessing a pair of skins and a body, wandering on the snow field.Not long after, a man walked in from the entrance of the cave.I stared at him as if looking at some novelty toy.

I don't know why he stayed, let alone why he always hesitates to talk to me.I don't care, compared to those memories that may have been lost, I still think it's good now.Although sometimes having no memory and not being able to remember myself makes me panic, but more often it is an inexplicable freedom.Names, memories, and the past will not be reasons to bind me.It's just me here, but I can be anyone. 】

The orange-haired youth stood on a tall building, looking down, and there was a piece of silver everywhere.Zhongyuan Zhong also didn't wear a three-piece suit, but a Tang suit that is easy to move. He has been with his husband for many years, and he has become accustomed to his style.

"In the end, where is it?" Zhong Yuanzhong also said to himself and the sound of the wind and snow merged together. He looked up at the sky, the gloomy gray sky, and the heavy snow like goose feathers kept falling.Guys like "Xueyeyuan" and "Naraku" are the most difficult to recover, because they are too abstract and have a large scope, and it is impossible to start.Taking out his mobile phone, Zhong Yuanzhong also saw the text message sent by him, and he could tell by the tone that it was definitely not from Mr., but from the calm maid, Claire.

A gleam of light suddenly flashed in the sapphire blue pupils, and after quickly browsing the text messages, Zhong Yuanzhong also put the phone back, and his gaze fell not far away, "Yes, is it there?" Although it is difficult to recover, but since it is If there is a book, there must be a core, and all the stories revolve around this core. If you find this core, everything will be solved easily.

The text message sent by Crexbel happened to be related to the core of "Snow Industry Plain".

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, threw out all the distracting thoughts in his mind, and jumped down from the tall building.The red power is like a membrane, wrapping him inside, the hem of his clothes and orange hair swaying in the wind.

[Speaking of it, it's also quite strange.

Obviously, that man and I should have nothing to do with each other, but he seems to be very familiar with me, he knows me from the past.I can judge it like this, but every time I look at him inadvertently, he will look at me blankly. In those black eyes, I don't know whether it is sadness, plainness, or indifferent complex emotions, looking at me like that .Maybe, we used to be enemies?

I guessed in my heart that no matter how I look at it, I don't seem to be the kind of friendly person.I hugged my legs and looked at the snow outside the cave, and I could look at it that way for a day.From the moment I opened my eyes and had memory, I lost the sense of time. I just felt that it seemed like a long time had passed, and it didn’t seem like a long time. The things I did every day, except wandering in the snow field, was just sitting there, quietly. Looking at the snowy scenery.It seems that as long as I look at the snow, my heart will calm down.

"Don't you feel monotonous when you always look at this scene?" This is the first time a man has spoken to me in three days.I didn't quite understand what he meant, so I turned my head to look at him, my favorite black eyes were drooping, and I saw my own reflection in those eyes.This may be the first time I have seen myself thoroughly.Like the snow here, long pale and cold hair. 】

The information Kressbey gave was vague, with no clear location.But for Nakahara Chuya, this is not a difficult task. After all, he has had so many experiences in the dream, and he can already say that he has become a teacher from the master.

If you integrate all the strange news you saw before with the information given by Clay, you will be able to find out.Someone once heard the sound of bells in the snow, but because they were not very clear, they mistakenly thought it was an illusion, and the sound of the bells quickly disappeared into the sound of wind and snow.And the information given by the mercury-haired maid was exactly 'Mr. said that this book came from two of his friends, and one of them had a bell on his ankle'.

The answer is already obvious, as long as you find the bell from the wind and snow, you can find the 'core'.

Zhong Yuanzhong also paused, but he still had to find out where the bells sounded. This was obviously a big project.Nakahara also closed his eyes in distress. Compared with his defected former partner, Osamu Dazai, he is really not the type who is good at scheming.Do you want him to go to the intelligence office of the mafia?This will definitely make the boss feel suspicious.Just when he was thinking about it and couldn't come to a conclusion, he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps, and the sound of stepping on the snow was very obvious.

It's coming from behind.

The orange-haired young man turned his head vigilantly, and saw a purple umbrella. The man came from the snow, and finally stopped at a distance of two or three meters from him.The other party raised the umbrella and revealed his face.Zhong Yuanzhong was also stunned for a moment, "Mr. Yaolang?" It was also the first time he had seen the other party, but this did not prevent him from knowing the other party.

The make-up on the face of the young man with light blond hair is half a smile, even in such a snowy day, he is still wearing the gorgeous and exaggerated azure kimono. "Central Plains, Zhongye?" The young man's words faltered at odd intervals, giving people a wonderful sense of stability.His light blue eyes glanced at the person standing in the snow, and then nodded lightly, "That's, really." The tails of his eyes were raised slightly, and he raised the other hand that was hanging down, and the white talisman paper was covered When it was thrown out, black lines appeared on it, which gradually turned red again.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a look, and the place where the two of them were was separated. At this time, the white snow completely disappeared and transformed into another scene.Chuya narrowed his eyes, obviously, he was no longer in the position just now, or he was no longer in Yokohama now.Like a temple building, they stood in the middle of the courtyard, only a little snow fell.

"Here..." Zhong Yuanzhong also fell into deep thought. Compared with him, the drug seller looked much more ordinary. He looked around and took down the talisman paper, "It seems, yes, memories. "It is not clear whether the drug seller came to the time and space where Zhongye Zhongye was, or Zhongyuan Zhongye came to the time and space where the drug seller was. Reality and memory are intertwined, giving people a strong sense of disobedience .

"Memories?" Zhong also looked at the extremely quiet courtyard, not knowing whose this memory belonged to.Probably seeing what he was thinking, the young man with light blond hair put his index finger together and placed it in front of his lips.

"Shh-"

Memories begin.

[The first time I saw that child was in the temple. His white hair was said to be an ominous symbol, and his thin body was wearing thin clothes, revealing a bruise. It was obvious that his situation was not very good.Known as a 'ghost', he probably lives on thin ice.However, I am not very interested. There are such poor people everywhere. Even I myself was sent to become a novice because my family was poor.I have to rely on others for my own survival, and I have to be careful, so how can I take care of another guy.Furthermore, I am very weak, and what the child bears is the fear and hatred of others. How can I resist such intense emotions?

I recite sutras in front of the Buddha statue impiously, but I am extremely disgusted in my heart. It is really troublesome. What is the use of praying for the blessing of gods and Buddhas here?In this era, dead people can be seen everywhere, those who were frozen to death, those who starved to death, those who were bitten by wild animals, and those who were eaten by evil spirits and monsters.In addition to numbing others, no other emotions will emerge.

Almost a year or two later, I saw the child again.

With white hair like snow, he was tied to a wooden pole with straw and firewood underneath. Obviously, that child was about to be killed.

I stood among the crowd, and the child seemed to have good eyesight, and he saw me at a glance.It's too bad to impose hatred, fear, anger and many inexplicable crimes on the child, after all, the other party only has white hair.Blaming him for heavy snow, hunger, and death is simply too ridiculous.Most importantly, the people in the temple had absolutely no intention of saving the child.Thinking about it, after all, the evil fire in the hearts of these villagers could not be suppressed at all.Even if there is nothing wrong with this child, it is just being reprimanded by a group of people, maybe they will be arrested, framed and burned to death together.

I looked coldly at the man who loudly announced the crime above, probably the village head or something, or someone with some status.His words sparked a voice of approval.In this era, there is nothing more like a ghost than a human being.To put it bluntly, ghosts, monsters and so on are mostly born from the human heart.

It's useless, it's completely out of control.

The straw under the child's feet was ignited violently. Everyone looked at the burning flames with excited expressions on their faces. It looked really disgusting.The child watched the gradually burning flames without making any screams.

Finally, in the flames, I saw the child's smile. 】

[Ghosts come from the heart.

Ghost は 人の心から来る. 】

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《雪业原》的故事灵感来自于酒吞童子和茨木童子的故事，包括他们的神话，以及在yys中的故事。感谢在2020-12-0221:52:10~2020-12-0512:40:55期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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