Weird Stories: Gothic Lolita Begins

"Anyway, go home first." The middle-aged man said calmly on the phone.

"Oh, okay... wait! I remember! That ID card is fake!" The man in the suit suddenly slapped his thigh and almost jumped up in excitement, "The ID card he took out is fake! The gender column says 'none'!"

"Don't be surprised! Asexual people do exist, and this is a congenital defect... Go home quickly! Don't embarrass yourself outside!" The middle-aged man was almost roaring when he said the last part.

"But..."

"Well?"

"... I'll go back right away."

...

On the other side, outside the city of Emott, in a luxurious villa.

Harrison DeWitt looked at the phone in his hand that had been hung up, his expression uncertain.

After a while, he took a deep breath, opened the phone's address book and scrolled to the bottom in one breath, and began to contact special contacts that he had not contacted for a long time.

His useless son suddenly shouted that he saw someone who looked exactly like his dead eldest son...

This seemingly ordinary and accidental thing made him smell a certain dangerous atmosphere.

...

After slowly enjoying a delicious dinner with a total quality that seriously exceeded the standard, Night Crow was about to pay the bill, but was told that someone had already paid for her and left a note for the counter to pass it to her.

Curiously taking the exquisite paper that was simply folded in half, Night Crow opened it and found that it was an invitation, an invitation related to the mistaken identity misunderstanding on the pedestrian street in the evening.

The invitation was at a business coffee shop one street away, and the time was until 12 o'clock tonight.

Night Crow thought about it and decided to accept the invitation.

——She was indeed a little curious about that inexplicable misunderstanding.

Moreover, as a crow who had long been accustomed to death, she was not afraid even if there were mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead.

…

The coffee shop mentioned in the invitation.

Under the guidance of the waiter, Night Crow came to the corresponding box. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a middle-aged man in a casual suit, who was not very successful in hiding the majesty he had developed from being in a high position, approaching him enthusiastically.

After going through the etiquette process, introducing each other, and sitting down, Harrison said seriously: "My useless second son really troubled you about what happened in the evening... This small gift is just a small apology, please accept it."

As soon as Harrison finished speaking, the middle-aged butler who had always been standing by immediately stepped forward and presented a long and exquisite wooden box with both hands.

Night Crow accepted the gift and opened it. It was indeed a universal gift - a bottle of precious red wine.

Once, she also had two large wine cellars of precious wines, but unfortunately... in her opinion, they were not as delicious as Coke.

After closing the lid of the wooden box and putting it in the cabin of the Night Raven, Night Raven smiled politely, "Thank you, I like it very much."

"As long as you like it..." Harrison said politely, and he seemed to be used to the strange phenomenon of the sudden disappearance of the red wine box.

Suddenly, Harrison put away his smile, pushed a leather-covered folder on the table in front of Night Raven, and said seriously, "The person in it is the person I mistook you for before, if you don't mind..."

Night Raven naturally didn't mind.

——Not only did she not mind, she was also very curious.

She took the folder and put it away, and couldn't wait to open the cover and look at it carefully.

The next second, Night Raven raised her head with a strange expression and looked at the middle-aged man opposite: "This... is a bit too different?"

The huge color ID photo shows a man in his early twenties with long golden hair and blue eyes. He has a clean temperament and handsome appearance. At first glance, he will never be mistaken for gender.

In short, there is no similarity at all with the day angel, who has a neutral beauty with a hint of divine temperament, except that they are both human templates.

"Yes... except for the hair color, forgive me for not seeing any similarities between you and the person in the photo... my deceased eldest son..." Harrison said with a wry smile.

"In fact, even the hair color is quite different... although they are both in the category of 'gold'..." Night Crow said with a strange expression, "Your son has a serious face blindness..."

"In fact, this is exactly what makes me feel uneasy." Harrison crossed his fingers and placed them on the table - this seemed to be a subconscious action when he was thinking, "My son is not usually face blind... You can take a look at the information behind."

Needless to Harrison, Night Crow also planned to read it.

After all, the degree of "face blindness" is indeed a bit weird.

Chaos Devitt, male, born and died on June 6, 2029-May 3, 2055, ××× Anti-Federation Armed GroupMember, suspected of possessing fantasy manifestation ability, was killed on the spot during a certain annihilation operation of Team 7, and his body was sent for examination and then incinerated.

This is the key information that Night Crow extracted from a large stack of documents.

After closing the folder, Night Crow looked up and asked in confusion: "Why do you show me so much? This seems..."

"My wife was the sheriff of Team 7 before she died." Harrison said slowly, "So I still have some connections there."

Night Crow listened quietly, and sure enough, Harrison had more to say.

"Carls... my second son. Six years ago, he was captured by the armed group that Chaos belonged to for human experiments. Although he was rescued in time, he was in a state of being unable to distinguish between reality and hallucination for quite a long time."

"In the past two years, doctors believe that Karls has recovered, and Karls has indeed not seen hallucinations again."

"But now, he suddenly mistook a stranger who looks completely different for Chaos..." Harrison's wrinkled face was full of worry, "But Chaos is a fantasy-manifesting psychic..."

"Do you think Chaos is not dead?"

"Don't rule out this possibility." Harrison nodded, but his words were quite cautious.

"But what does this have to do with why you showed me these?" Night Crow said bluntly, not even bothering to use honorifics. "Don't you think that for a passerby who was 'accidentally injured', these 'inside stories' are too much?"

"...I was negligent and impatient." Harrison said apologetically, "The people from Team 7 told me that you are a very reliable ghost story detective..."

"Reliable or not is another matter, but I am indeed a ghost story detective... Are you going to commission me to investigate the truth?" Night Crow said suddenly.

——If you want to place an order, just say it directly! It's so mysterious and suspicious...

"You can say that." Harrison nodded, "I hope to find out whether it is a relapse of Carls' old illness, or... related to Chaos."

Night Crow was about to say that it was okay and I would accept the commission, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly remembered something and ended up saying: "My fee is not cheap..."