Weird Stories: Gothic Lolita Begins

Inside a dream-like ghost story.

In the sparse coniferous forest, heavy snow fell silently, and the world was vast.

Suddenly, a dark and ominous flame exploded from a seemingly ordinary snow, melting the surrounding ice and snow in an instant.

A little further away, behind a big tree, someone who was almost dozing off was shocked and quickly stood up to look.

I saw that in the dark flames that fluttered like petals and gradually extinguished, huge, divine black wings spread out, causing a beautiful human figure in white clothes, black hair and black eyes to float up.

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Night Crow stretched in mid-air, moving her limbs that were slightly stiff because she was buried in the snow to maintain a posture.

Then, she turned her head to look at a big tree not far away and said, "I've been waiting for a long time. Let's talk face to face."

There was silence in the snowy coniferous forest.

After a few breaths, a dark figure turned out from behind the tree that Night Crow pointed at, and stepped on the fluffy snow magically and steadily, as if it had no weight.

The person was slender, and his height, including the soles of his shoes and the ends of his hair, was only a little over 1.6 meters tall. He looked quite petite overall, and looked about fifteen years old.

Pale skin, neutral and beautiful appearance, short dark blue and almost black hair with slight curls, eyes like charming rubies, and round cheeks that had not yet lost their baby fat.

A classical black men's suit was well-cut, embellished with complicated lace and dark blue dark patterns, and a few exquisite ruby ​​accessories were just right.

"Chloe Grace." The man put his hand on his chest and introduced himself politely. His voice was also neutral, making it difficult to distinguish between men and women.

"Hello, ma'am." Night Crow nodded casually and introduced himself, "I'm 'Night Crow'."

Hearing this, the man named Chloe was a little surprised: "You are the first one to recognize my gender at first sight..."

"The choice between the two in front of you is not a problem at all for a fortune teller." Night Crow said casually.

"I see." Chloe nodded calmly, but in his heart he was thinking about where to get an anti-divination prop.

Chloe actually does not reject her female identity, but in the past, she dressed up to meet the expectations of her elders, and over time, she has unconsciously transformed into an unspeakable bad taste.

"What do you want to talk to me about? Why did you wait for so long..." Night Crow asked curiously.

Chloe calmly retracted his thoughts that had unconsciously strayed, and said seriously: "I hope to cooperate with you."

"Cooperation?"

"Yes, you came to this 'wilderness', obviously you don't like that twisted city." Chloe didn't know what he was thinking, and a trace of disgust flashed across his face.

"Uh... Actually, I was thrown out after staying in the 'dungeon' for 12 hours..." Night Crow adjusted his hair to ease the embarrassment.

"..." After a moment of silence, Chloe said nonchalantly, "As far as I know, if you stay in that dungeon, the closer you get to the 12-hour node, the more intense the invisible sense of crisis and terror will be, until you are overwhelmed... Don't you feel it?"

"I feel it, it's really uncomfortable..." Night Crow nodded and said, changing the subject, "However, here is just an insignificant clone of mine. Under this premise, no matter how terrifying it is, it's nothing to be afraid of."

Chloe was stunned.

"Doppelganger? How is that possible?" Chloe frowned and said in disbelief, "This strange story captures 'consciousness'... Can you split out a consciousness clone? Multiple personalities?"

"It is a consciousness clone, but not multiple personalities." Night Crow corrected, "It's essentially just multitasking."

"Multitasking..." Chloe savored it for a while, suddenly looked up, and his blood-red eyes were filled with almost crazy joy, "Can you contact the outside world?!"

"Yes, if you want to go out, I can take you out." Night Crow said frankly.

"Of course I--" Chloe was about to agree subconsciously, but she remembered something halfway and suddenly braked.

She pursed her lips tightly, her face changed, and her palm, which was casually placed on the tree trunk, unconsciously clenched, crushing a piece of rough bark and the wood inside.

After a long time, Chloe's expression became firm.

She threw away the debris in her hand, her voice a little hoarse, and said again: "I hope to cooperate with you..."

"Cooperation on what?" Night Crow asked curiously.

"Kill the controller of the city in the center of this level." Chloe said in a deep voice, the murderous intent in his blood-red eyes was almost boiling.