Is it really a straight girl?

"Why?" Mi Ji raised his empty hands and repeated these three words.

But I can't, I can't answer myself, I can't find out the other party's answer.

Chitose wanted to die, and then did a bunch of weird things, asking Yaki to kill Chitose.

and then?

and then? !

Her eyes were open, her head was gently covered with her hands, and her body trembled slightly.

I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out at all, countless thoughts are suddenly broken before reaching a certain place.

The high wall that blocks thinking is insurmountable, as if a vehicle on the highway suddenly hit a transparent air wall, various parts shattered to the ground, and the previous thoughts were suddenly and strangely broken into pieces.

"Why?" she asked herself.

But how could Miji be able to give this answer.

Countless reasons almost occupied half of my mind, and these questions turned into a gray fog, covering the well-organized thoughts into blurred and fragmented.

These newly organized thoughts are like chocolate bars in boiling water, dissipating in a few seconds.

It's just a little bit close, but I can't figure it out no matter what.

It's just that close.

It's just a little short of being able to understand Chitose's actions, understand what is special about Mi Ji himself, and get an answer.

but……

Mi Ji pressed his temples, his trembling hands immediately relaxed, feeling powerless.

At the same time, her pupils also turned gray and dull.

My train of thought has been broken, and my heart is filled with confusion and uneasiness.

Mi Ji remembered how he was in constant distress just now, but the innumerable thoughts just now dissipated into a mist that added confusion, and he clearly knew what he was thinking about.

But I can't answer my own 'why' anyway.

Thus, the three words 'why' that I kept chanting in my mouth just now gradually turned into a name in the midst of confusion.

"Miss Chitose..." the girl with purple pupils murmured.

Her eyes had lost color and light.

I can't get the answer, and I can't organize my thoughts again to form a torrent of brainstorming to hit the barrier that blocks the thinking highway.

"..."

Like a tired weak scholar who can no longer push his car out of the mud ditch where the tires are stuck, he can only look at the car and sit on the ground panting.

The weak Miss Mi Ji lowered her eyes, biting her lips lightly, distress was evident in her beautiful eyebrows.

Countless well-organized thoughts eventually turned into fragments, and also turned into a sigh from her thin lips.

Yaki was sullen and pouted.

Is it really like what Miss Chitose said before, is Yaki actually stupid?

Miki is not stupid!

It's just that there are too few clues to know, because I woke up yesterday and my condition was very bad, so I became like this, it is difficult to communicate and understand Chitose's thoughts.

As long as you know a little bit more, as long as your mental state is a little more sensitive, you can definitely figure it out, eh!

Mi Ji persuaded himself to give up this thinking for the time being, and straightened the small notebook with a white cover on the table a little bit, so that the room was back to a clean and tidy state, so he stopped looking and staying, got up and walked out the door.

Miss Chitose wants to pretend to be a phantom ghost, and she will definitely meet them in the next few days.

When the time comes, just ask everything clearly.

Anyway... Miki is a person favored by the gods, and seems to have become very strong.

Although I don't know exactly how strong it is, I feel like I'm stronger than Miss Xuewu now.

Probably strong enough to go out alone, so just wait to meet Chitose while going out.

Although the girl was still a little lonely in her heart, she already had a goal.

So, I no longer have to worry about it like I used to.

Yaki didn't continue to leave his trace in Chitose's room, and went out, intending to return to his daily life for the time being.

It is no longer the same as before, because Chitose died in front of him, and he is always absent-minded.

After closing the door of Chitose's room, there was a crisp metal organ sound.

"Miss Miki."

Suddenly, a familiar, mature female voice gently called her name from the side.

Yaki looked to the right.

Not far away, less than ten meters away, there was a tall lady with orange-pink hair hanging loosely behind her. There were two small sections of hair tied together at the back and upper end of her hair, which made the scattered long hair look a little more tidy.

"Akane?" The girl subconsciously opened her mouth, and gently called out the other party's address.

It was Ms. Qian who also lived on the third floor, and lived in the room with 'missing' written on the house number.

"Well, Qian." The other party nodded with a smile, and raised his left hand to naturally comb his hair: "I have something to tell you, can you come to my room?"

"Eh……"

Mi Ji blinked, not quite understanding why the other party came to him suddenly at this time.

Miki remembered that he obviously didn't do anything special, was it because he didn't make breakfast?

Probably not.

"Okay?" The girl nodded blankly, she has never been very good at refusing.

Qian's expression changed subtly, she nodded in the same way, opened the door of her room, and walked in first.

Miki followed obediently.

The interior of Ms. Qian's room is completely different from the other rooms of everyone, the tone of which is ordinary and full of sense of life.

Because it is white.

Her room is almost entirely white.

Only in the middle, in the vase in the center of the pure white round wooden table, were a few deep red and almost black rose bouquets, which were a little withered.

There is also no dust on the walls and corners. This pure white will give people a sense of the future.

The layout of the rooms is similar.Bed quilt, desk, hanger wardrobe, bookcase and all kinds of sundries.

But even the book, which seems to have a special cover, is all white, and the title is written in gray.

It feels like Miss Qian has extreme obsessive-compulsive disorder and cleanliness.

"Please don't mind." Ms. Qian waved her hand in front of Mi Ji who was looking around, and explained a little: "This arrangement is just because of my interest, there is nothing special to pay attention to."

Although Ms. Akane said so, Miki already felt very, very special just by looking at it.

The most conspicuous and colorful thing is the black rose on the white wooden round table in the center of the room.

"As expected of an artist..." Mi Ji sighed quietly.

Even the rooms are very artistic.

"Well, what I want to ask is." Before she sat down, she couldn't continue to get straight to the topic with depression:

"Just now, didn't you... How should I put it, um, you used some special power?"

……

330 IX. The Missing Thing

Miss Qian's room was covered with curtains, so she couldn't see the outside scenery at all. After closing the door, it seemed to isolate the whole outside world.

The sound is also not clear, you can't hear the frequent calls of wild cats and pigeons, and you can't hear the sound of steam outside.

The sound insulation effect of the windows may also be very good... Miki thought so.

Miji felt as if he was in the future, in an isolated small universe.

Everything is empty and silent, and the sound is also silent.

Orange-pink neat long hair hanging down to the waist, the upper body is lined with a gray-black tight-fitting vest, the next table is a white wrap skirt, the jacket is a pale pink short-sleeved thin coat, and her slender arms and legs are exposed.

Miss Akane over there is looking at Yaki.

Her eyes flickered slightly, as if what she just asked was just a rough guess, but she was actually not sure.

But he also stroked his chest with his left hand, earnestly wanting to get a definite answer from Miji.

'Using' 'special power'.

Miki blinked.

It seems that there are indeed.

Miji just crossed over, and he was very powerful.

This should be regarded as the very, very special power that the other party said.

Should it be said, though?

Miji thought for a while, and finally nodded slightly.

Everyone in the apartment seems to know the existence of supernatural things. Miss Lianhua can use magic, and Miss Qian and Lianhua have such a good relationship. She must know that she may also have some supernatural ability.

"It seems, I feel, there is." After nodding slightly, Miki responded hesitantly.

Qian looked at Mi Ji with deep meaning for a few seconds, then nodded lightly, pointed to the pristine white living room cushion seat next to her, then turned around and walked to the desk beside her, and took the porcelain tea set beside her.

"Please sit down first." She said, "Coffee, black tea, or fruit juice?"

Mi Ji always felt that there seemed to be a lot of deep meaning in her tone.

The girl blinked, and replied: "Coffee, thank you."

She walked to the upholstered seat in the pure white space, and in front of her was the red petals in the white porcelain vase that were about to wither.