Saint?Just a bad woman

The touch was cold at first, and after a while, an indescribable feeling of softness and comfort swept over her lips, and she finally figured out what was happening.

My first kiss, which I have cherished for almost 19 years since I was born, was snatched away by something unknown whether it was a human or a ghost.

If I had known earlier, I should have listened more to my classmate Su Han's advice and gotten to know the collage from the Chinese Department.I had a chance to spend the night with someone tonight. Although it would be a rather obscene thing to take advantage of the darkness to attack an unfamiliar girl, at least it was better than now.

"Well……"

She could only utter weak monosyllables, and her body could not move, so she had to lie down and suffer.

People are just knives, but I am nothing more than fish and meat.

The cold air penetrated from the touching lips and entered the internal organs along the throat, bringing feedback of pain and pleasure.There is not much oxygen left in the lungs, and the brain is extremely close to shock.

The vision of the eyes without glasses gradually blurred, leaving only the face of the woman with black hair and golden eyes clearly visible, with a frivolous smile.Their faces were close to each other, the tips of their noses were touching, and a few strands of soft hair brushed their cheeks.

Their kiss became deeper and longer, and Santa Karina's consciousness was dragged into the dark bottom of the pool.Before he completely lost consciousness, something seemed to be integrated with the blood, bones and muscles and could no longer be removed.

……

Santa Karina felt that she had been having a long dream—a strange dream in which a young woman in a red dress was haunted and had strange conversations.

The time has come to a sunny day, and the new week has arrived. The electronic clock on the table shows the time is 8:35 a.m. on Monday.There are classes only in the afternoon, and I can happily sleep until I wake up naturally and have lunch.

Everything in the room was normal, there was no woman in a red dress, there were no scary ghosts, and the Shiva statue opposite smiled kindly at her.

"It's just that the mental pressure is too much..."

Since the person is still safe and sound, with no wounds found and no obvious pain, it proves that everything before going to bed was an illusion.There is a slight moist feeling on the lips, which may be caused by drooling while sleeping.

Young people in the 21st century should not believe in the theory of strange powers and gods. Santa Karina regretted spending 200 yuan on those things.

She opened the door and came to the living room, her unyawned yawn stuck in the gap of time.

The woman in the red dress I saw last night was wearing nothing today, only an old apron hanging on the kitchen wall, and she was using cooking utensils blatantly.

There are several dishes on the table, which are full of fragrance.

Santa Karina broke out into a shrill wail.

"Ow—"

The scene in front of her made Santa Karina inevitably fall into intense confusion for the second time in her life.

The first time was what happened to the owner of the original body. Her parents died unexpectedly, the family's properties were auctioned off to pay off debts, and she became a homeless orphan. The second time is now. She just wants to find clues, but is haunted by a female ghost. superior.

Wiping away the moist feeling on her lips, she picked up a kitchen knife and held it in front of her. She regretted that she had not chosen Muay Thai in the hobby class before, and chose the piano next to her.

The piano is useless at critical moments. It is impossible to pick up a grand piano and throw it at a vicious gangster.If she had learned Muay Thai, this woman would not have shamelessly rocked her white body while cooking in the kitchen.

"You...I called the police."

"The police can't control it. As you saw yesterday, I was not in the surveillance video. Now the surveillance folder on your computer is clean. Be careful of being criticized for reporting false police reports and wasting police resources."

The woman's attitude was calm, as if she was the owner of the house.

"Sit down and have breakfast first. If you have anything to say, we can chat slowly. The last dish has not been served yet, please wait a moment."

Stir-frying the ingredients and the sound of the spatula hitting the iron pan made Santa Karina miss her so much.I don’t feel comfortable cooking by myself, and I don’t expect much in terms of the taste of the dishes, as long as they are edible.

No one has cooked for her seriously for almost ten years, and she doesn't know whether to be happy or sad.

Wearing an apron and dressed as Shameful Max, a young woman whose name is still unknown holds a round porcelain plate and places it in the center of the dining table.

"This dish is a common lunch dish in the Ming Dynasty imperial palace - pepper and vinegar shrimps. In the Ming Dynasty in the [-]th century, pepper was a rare item, and only the imperial palace could be used to season dishes. The common people are not qualified to use it.”

"Then I have to thank you for allowing a person like me, who sits at home and eats clear soup with little water every day, to eat royal cuisine-level dishes."

St. Carolina turned her grief and anger into appetite and served this delicious entrée to commemorate her lost first kiss.The first kiss in a new body, even if the soul is dominated by countless women, or dominated by women, it is indeed the first kiss now.It is really a pity that I could not give it to my future sweetheart.

The first kiss is not worth a lot of money. As long as it is calculated on a daily basis, having a first kiss every day will suddenly make you feel better.What was taken away from her was her first kiss yesterday, and it was still there today, which meant that nothing had disappeared.

The person you were yesterday is not the person you are now, and the person who suffered the loss is also the person you were yesterday.

Putting on her glasses, Saint Carina said a simple prayer to the dishes on the table, then picked up her chopsticks and ate them.

Remove the shrimp whiskers and shrimp gun, pick the fresh shrimps with muddy lines, stir-fry them in minced garlic, then add ground black and white peppercorns and stir-fry over high heat. Finally, spray with balsamic vinegar and sprinkle with a little chopped green onion. Finally, it will appear delicious. Amazing taste.

She ate several of them in a row, her expression as calm as a simple girl who had strayed into a dangerous situation without realizing it.In fact, her premonition had already written the answer in her mind.

"I guess you are a ghost."

"You guessed it right."

"There are twelve dishes in this meal, which is more sumptuous than before. I guess it may be a decapitation meal. When you finish the last bite and put down your chopsticks, you will kill me using the killing techniques seen in horror novels."

"Why do you think I will definitely kill you?"

"Guess."

Santa Karina looks calm on the surface, but is actually very troubled.

The character of this ghost is very straightforward, which is very different from the evil ghosts written in novels that like to intimidate and play with people's hearts, and finally kill the protagonist in extreme fear and despair.

She is pure and unpretentious. Apart from her unconventional style of acting, she might have been a decent female gangster in her previous life.

"It's hard for ghosts to think of any other purpose besides killing people."

The hand holding the chopsticks was shaking a little, and a shrimp almost fell to the ground.

"Actually, my purpose of approaching you is as simple as a blank piece of paper."

A woman, now she should be called a ghost, draws her proud chest and lets her career line dangle under her apron.Although there was no violation of the rules of hitting someone with the ball, according to human laws, she should be caught as an exhibitionist and tasted fragrant wings and rice.

"For what purpose?"

The hands holding the vegetables stopped in place, and Santa Karina planned to listen to what she said before eating.

No matter how stubborn he is, he can't withstand the torment of the female ghost. His thoughts are in a mess, and he can't digest the fact that there are ghosts in the world for the time being. He needs a little time to sort out his thoughts.

A college student actually had breakfast with a female ghost...

"The purpose has been achieved, you are now my contractor."

The female ghost suddenly became serious, and showed a bit of a middle-aged person.Only magical girls in Japanese comics are contracted by inexplicable creatures and become its contractors.

"Magical girls are a high-risk profession, and I don't deserve it."

"Correction, it's a ghost master."

A burst of red light burst out from the female ghost's career line. Santa Karina felt her right hand begin to feel hot, and a slender red silk thread appeared on her wrist, which was both real and illusory.

Touch it with your left hand, and the fingertips cannot feel the entity, passing through the middle of the silk thread.

The phantom emitting dazzling red light connected Santa Karina and the female ghost.The other end of the red line formed a closed loop and wrapped around the female ghost's neck. The more it looked, the more it looked like some kind of alphabet game.

"Those who can control ghosts for their own use are ghost masters. Ghosts work for ghost masters, and ghost masters nourish the ghosts in their bodies at the cost of their own life force, and they are interdependent."

"It's a cheesy setting...but it becomes very convincing when it comes out of your mouth."

"From now on, you have to remember your identity. It won't be long before the world is full of resurrected ghosts. People and ghosts will enter a new era of coexistence. If you want to live, you have to keep hunting other ghosts and become more powerful. powerful."

"I understand for now."

After listening to the female ghost's story, Santa Karina nodded with a skeptical attitude, and finished the sumptuous lunch in an extremely complicated mood.

After finishing lunch, she was still alive. As agreed, the female ghost did not do any harmful behavior. Instead, she cleared the dishes on the table and washed them all while wearing no clothes and only an apron.

One more look at the snow-white buttocks, and the shame will explode.The female ghost was still a human being before she died. She looked no different from a human being, and the physiological reactions that should occur would still occur.

As you continue reading, your pants will definitely get tighter and tighter.Santa Karina found a pair of her old clothes in the closet - a T-shirt and shorts bought at a store.

Out of selfishness, she wanted to see the ghost's long legs.

"Then what, put your clothes on quickly. How do you look like walking around the house without clothes?"

"That's it, your eyes have been staring at my skin drum since just now. Could it be that you also feel that way about ghosts?"

The female ghost saw Santa Karina crossing her legs, so she pretended not to see anything in order to show some respect to the new ghost master.

"I'm kidding. Humans and ghosts have different paths. How could I treat a female ghost like a star?"

Santa Karina threw the clothes on the sofa, took a can of discounted coffee from the refrigerator, and closed the bedroom door hard.

When she is upset, she vents her emotions in her diary.

There is a black leather notebook on the top shelf of the bookshelf against the wall of the bedroom, with a few blank pages left in it.As usual, Santa Karina opened the cover, only to find that everything she had written in the previous two years was gone.

276. () currently guilty of

"Am I remembering wrong?"

Santa Karina searched the entire bedroom and never found another notebook of the same style.Unless her memory is confused and she imagines that she has the habit of keeping a diary.

She remembered clearly that in the memory of the original owner, there were only a few pages left in this book. She was going to finish writing and then move on to a new book. She never thought about the possibility that all the previously recorded contents would be erased overnight.

The notebook has not become new. It is as old as before. Although the papers are all blank, they feel a bit soft and slightly yellowed, giving it a sense of age.

The mood of writing the diary was ruined by a series of bizarre and unexpected events. Santa Karina put down the pen, propped her head on one hand, and stared at the blank page in a daze.

The white paper reminded her of the ghost's pale skin and smooth body wearing only an apron.

"No, what am I thinking about? I should think about what to do next."

As soon as he finished speaking, a row of writing appeared on the cleared notebook on the table.The color goes from light to dark, from light red to blood-like deep red, with faint flickering flames around the edges.

[Next you should think about how to survive from the female ghost.Becoming a ghost master comes with a price, and there's no time to dwell on your first kiss. 】

A line of bold words danced on the page, seeming to be mocking her.

"This... what is it?"

A magic book that writes automatically (doubtful)?

This kind of thing was common in her original world, but not in this book world.

Santa Karina has only been seen in magical-themed works such as "Harry Potter". It not only understands the questioner's words, but can also respond accordingly to different questions. It is really magical.

Since there are ghosts in the world, what’s the point of a book that talks automatically?

She quickly accepted the fact that the diary that accompanied her day and night had a life. When she looked down, another line of words appeared on the paper, and the previous content was erased.

[I don’t know what I am, just call it a black book. 】

"That woman outside...no, female ghost, who is she?"

The words on the black book went through a new round of erasing and writing, and the process was full of magic.Santa Karina didn't dare to move her eyes away, for fear of missing something.

【you guess? 】

"..."

The notebook suddenly became naughty and did not write an answer for her.

"No guesses, please tell me who the female ghost is? Why is she clinging to me?"

[There is a price to pay for asking me questions. How can there be a free lunch in the world? 】

"what would you like?"

[Give me some of your blood.I'm very hungry. You don't have the ability to hunt other ghosts yet, so you can't give me food to satisfy my hunger. I can't eat human food. 】

"Just a little blood?"

[Really, no child can be deceived. 】

Santa Karina and the black book asked and answered questions, and the words on the paper jumped faster and faster.Black Book seemed very excited, like a hungry beast that was dizzy and desperate for food.

This book was one of the legacies left by the original owner's deceased parents. On her birthday in the first year of junior high school, her parents gave it to her as a birthday gift.

Originally, it was a blank book with no horizontal or vertical lines. After her parents died, Santa Carolina used it as a diary.The purpose is to record important things that happened around her that she felt needed to be recorded.

The black book is very thick, about 4cm.In fact, it doesn't feel like paper when you first touch it, but like animal skin, or even human skin.

The birthday gift suddenly changed from a dead object to a "living thing" that could communicate, which made her wary.However, the female ghost has been seen before and she is not dead. The things given by her parents should not harm her.

With an attitude of trying it out, he bit his finger and let the blood flow out from the wound, gathering into droplets and falling down.The black book quickly absorbs the blood stains on the paper and writes new content.

[Now please open the bookcase, go to the second to last floor from top to bottom, and open the book "Paradise Lost". 】

"understood."

Following the instructions in the black book, she found the designated book from the bookcase and found a light blue envelope inside.There was a piece of letter paper inside, filled with a vague smell of blood.

The style of the envelope looked familiar, much like a love letter I received half a month ago.The person who wrote the love letter was not signed, only known to be a woman.The love letter contains strong words and expresses her desire to be with Santa Carolina.

If the love letter was not written in blood, she would still treat it with a normal heart.