This thing about me becoming a girl

Baihechuan Wanhua didn't look up, but still flipped through the photos one by one, with a smile in his wine red eyes from time to time.

She said again: "Did you find out anything else about my elementary school girl?"

The female driver frowned slightly when she heard the words. She understood Baihechuan Wanhua's subconscious meaning.

There are also things that the eldest lady knows but she didn't find out.

She bowed and bent very low: "I'm very sorry! I've failed my job! Is there any special identity or experience that I haven't found? Please give me a little more time, and I will put the information on your website tomorrow morning. in front of his bed."

She didn't find any reason to shirk, nor did she explain that the time given was too short, although it was true that the time was very short, and it was only more than an hour since Baihechuan Wanhua arrived home.

This is her consistent attitude in doing things, being serious and careful, and this is what Baihechuan Wanhua appreciates about her.

Baihechuan Wanhua waved his hand lightly, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth: "Forget it, that's it. After all, it's only interesting to untie the clothes one by one by yourself."

The female driver nodded, and she also guessed a little why the eldest lady is so interested in this girl.

In a way, the two are alike.

Seeing the slender and plump stunner lazily reclining on the sofa, she hesitated to speak.

Baihechuan Wanhua looked up at the photo slightly, seeing the female driver's expression of hesitation, wanting to say something but not daring to say it, she asked jokingly.

"What's the matter? Have you taken a fancy to her too?"

The female driver hurriedly shook her head: "No...it's just Miss...how are you..."

"Which way are you talking about?"

"It's...that..." The female driver wanted to say, but she didn't know how to express it tactfully, her serious cheeks turned red with anxiety.

"Oh~" Seemed to have thought of something, Baihechuan Wanhua understood what the driver meant, she propped up her side face lying on the sofa with her clean and beautiful palms, her black hair was hanging down, and she looked at the rare driver with a faint smile. Showing a flustered driver.

"Well, you don't think I'm a woman who hurts the past, does she?"

The driver became even more flustered, and his serious face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years was a little bit shattered. "No, miss, I mean..."

"Okay, okay." Looking at the overly anxious driver, Baihechuan Wanhua didn't have the intention to play tricks on her.

"You, sometimes you are too serious, even rigid and boring." Compared with accusations, the tone is more like the advice of an elder, although the driver is older than her.

The driver regained his composure after hearing the words, but he didn't know what to answer.

"Relax, I'm not a woman who remembers the past, and worthless things are not worth remembering, but thank you for your concern."

The female driver bent over and bowed: "I'm very sorry, I overstepped."

Baihechuan Wanhua put the photo on the sofa, propped his delicate side face with his palm, and looked at the photo with the faint light coming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

She is attracted by a photo.

A photo of a petite, fair-looking and frail woman with timid eyes that cannot tell her age is standing with her elementary school girl, holding her hand tightly.

"who is she?"

Because the light was a bit dim, the female driver couldn't see clearly, so she walked a little closer to look at the photo and then returned to her original position.

"Bei Dao Ya's mother, Bei Dao Jiu, is 32 years old and has not completed high school education. She is currently working as an employee in a small company in Tokyo, with a meager income, no bad habits, and no criminal record.

Sensitive and fragile personality, very shy, suffering from mental illness, "phobia of violence".

The illness has lasted for more than 20 years, and it has developed to an extremely serious level. Once witnessing or encountering violence, he will instantly lose the ability to think, become stiff all over, and even have a nervous breakdown in severe cases.

I suspect that jays' phobias and other mental illnesses are caused by genetic reasons.

For many years, she and Bei Dao Ya have been living together, relying on their meager income to get by, and they even lived in an Internet cafe for a long time when Bei Dao Ya was born.

There have been many men who expressed their willingness to marry her and bear the burden together, and there are many excellent ones among them, but she rejected them all.

There is nothing different from ordinary people, a very ordinary woman. "

Looking at the photo, Baihechuan Wanhua asked, "Where is her husband?"

The female driver replied: "There is no record, she became pregnant suddenly, and she went to the hospital to wait for delivery alone."

After she finished speaking, she continued: "That's all I've found so far, do I need to make more progress?"

Baihechuan Wanhua shook his head slowly, and said lazily: "That's it, I'm sleepy, find out what I want as soon as possible, but don't stay up tonight, you should go to bed earlier."

"Hi! Then I'll take my leave first, Miss!" After bowing, the female driver turned and left. After walking for a while, she couldn't see her back in the dark room, only the sound of footsteps that gradually faded away until they disappeared. .

Baihe Chuanwanhua let go of the hand holding his side face, and lay down on the sofa, his soft black hair spread out, and a few strands stuck to his face.

She was the only one left in the huge room, which was too spacious and deserted.

In the dark room, the faint light shines through the glass on Baihechuan Wanhua's flawless face. She looks at the brilliant night scene of Tokyo outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, her wine red eyes are a little dazed, and she doesn't know what she is thinking.

The room was dark and deserted, and dead silent, overlooking the beautiful city at night from a high place.

After a while, she retracted her gaze, closed her eyes, and curled up on the large sofa with her knees hugged, with a thin black bathrobe covering her body.

It's so interesting...

she thought so.

Mentality collapsed

After coding for three hours, by five o'clock, all the mistakes were gone.

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23. Not too cold

The sky was cloudy, thunderous, and the raindrops that formed a line densely fell on the asphalt road and splashed water.

The slightly remote street was deserted and dead silent, except for the pattering sound of rain.

Several cherry blossom trees on both sides of the road were bent by the wind and rain, countless petals were torn off the branches, swirled in the air, floated very slowly, and finally fell on the ground and drifted with the accumulated water, and the water flow turned into cherry blossoms. The color is as if dyed with the blood of cherry blossoms.

Until it rushed into the drain on the side of the road, it seemed to be swallowed up and disappeared instantly.

The water flows continuously along the gaps in the rectangular manhole cover and falls into the drainage ditch. The inside is narrow and claustrophobic, dark, with the sound of surging water, which makes people feel a kind of fear from the unknown.

Slowly, a pair of black pupils opened in the gutter.

These eyes seem to be more frightening than standing outside and looking into the dark gutter through the gap of the rectangular manhole cover.

It's pitch black, without floating, like the deepest part of a dark corridor with no lights in the middle of the night, just looking at it makes people feel chills.

Hmm... But it should also have something to do with the occasion.

After all, on rainy days, late at night, roadside gutters in remote streets suddenly opened their eyes or something... It is estimated that many people with poor mental capacity will die today.

Maybe it can become an urban ghost story or something... No, it will definitely become an urban ghost story!The panic-stricken kind!

Bei Dao Ya stretched out his leather-gloved hand, pushed open the manhole cover, and crawled out from inside in embarrassment.

She knelt down on the side of the road, lifted a corner of the mask, revealing half of her face, coughing non-stop.

In the heavy rain, her thin and thin figure was a bit embarrassed, and she was soaked with many leaves and cherry blossom petals, as if she had been in the water for a long time.

To spend an hour in the dark and narrow gutter, I believe no one will feel that this is a good experience.

But fortunately, it didn't take long for the rain to fall, the water in the gutter was not deep, and the rapid flow of water did not exert its maximum lethality, otherwise the North Island Crow might suffer some crimes.

She coughed, her mouth was uncomfortable, and transparent sticky silk slipped from her mouth.

She can treat the dirtier and messier places in her previous life as normal, and she is used to staying overnight.

But now...it's unacceptable.

More than an hour is the result of strong support.

The heart is calm, but the body cannot accept it.

The coughing stopped slowly, her teeth were chattering, her body was extremely cold and stiff.

Still too weak.

She propped herself up on the ground and squeezed her leather-gloved hands into fists.

In fact, Bei Daoya tried physical training last week, and it was not high-intensity exercise, just running and some simple stretching exercises.

But it is such a simple exercise, but the body seems to be unable to bear it.

In just a few minutes, I started to feel weak in limbs, extremely tired, dizzy and nauseated, accompanied by tinnitus.

If you force yourself to continue, this feeling will become more and more intense, and even cause a sense of suffocation, until it is carried on the ground, and it will not be relieved for a long time. The whole body is numb and even standing is a bit reluctant.

The longest is only eight or nine minutes, but it takes a long time to buffer, and the effort and gain are completely out of proportion.

Therefore, Bei Dao Ya put down the idea of ​​exercising for the time being, and it is still important to take care of his body slowly.

She knew it was all due to her anemia and her thin, fatigue-prone constitution.

It is precisely because of this that, no matter whether it is against Huang Mao or Ishida Ryuichi, the Kitajima Crow will wait for the other party to approach before suddenly showing its fangs.

She will only attack suddenly when she is absolutely sure that she can quickly defeat the enemy, and her methods are also extremely ruthless. She only chooses vulnerable places to attack, and will not leave the opponent with a buffer, so that she will not fall into a dogfight in the end. situation.

Bei Daoya's attack was a sudden attack, ruthlessly removing his ability to resist before the opponent could react.

Like a pitch-black poisonous snake hiding among dead leaves, waiting for its moment.

If this is not the case, or if the attack fails, the opponent becomes wary and starts to avoid her, and he cannot go directly because of his physical fitness, this situation will be very troublesome.

Perhaps it is possible to win by virtue of flexible skills and more tricky attack positions, but there are always uncertainties, so don't delay if you can solve them as soon as possible.

Her feeble physical strength could not afford it.

Although the style of play is a bit insidious, it has to be said that it is very practical.

In the dense rain line, Bei Dao Crow turned her head to look at the gutter she just crawled out of. Her body with an unspeakable smell was trembling slightly, her hands and feet were stiff, her teeth were chattering, and she was exhaling cold air.

Her gaze was a little cold.

She stayed there for nearly an hour just now, and the space was not spacious enough to accommodate her barely, and she couldn't move yet.

There was a rotten smell at the tip of her nose, and the sound of rushing water was in her ears. The water kept falling on her mask from the gap of the manhole cover above, and then slid down the eye sockets of the mask into her cheeks, very cold.

The space is claustrophobic and dark, and the only source of faint light is the gap between the manhole covers above which is constantly pouring water.

And it was cold, she was drenched, her underwear stuck to her emaciated body, and the chill from the icy water kept penetrating her skin and piercing her bones.

From time to time, unknown objects, whether they were garbage or other things, were washed by the stagnant water, collided with her body, and then swiped away from her head.