The next day, Angel Gray arrived at the door of Tingen University early and watched the unfamiliar students walk into the campus gate alone or in groups of two or three.
She wore a white women's lace shirt of fine quality, with delicate patterns looming on the collar and cuffs. Button untied the top two shirts, revealing a small patch of fair skin under her neck and chest. She wore a beige cardigan jacket outside, hung loosely on her shoulders, revealing the curves of her upper body outlined by the shirt.
Wrapping the slender legs is a pair of blue jeans, which not only highlights the beautiful figure of the lower body, but also forms a wonderful contrast with the lace pattern of the shirt that is not tucked into the waistband.
Students passing by cast their eyes from time to time. "Angel Granger" did not recognize them, but they knew that there was such a classmate on campus who had outstanding appearance and a more outstanding temperament than the stars on TV.
She is different from usual today, and her dress that highlights her feminine charm is even more eye-catching.
Gray, who had become the center of attention, felt a little uneasy. She glanced quickly at the school gate and suddenly spotted a figure with black hair and shawl approaching. Her expression froze, and she immediately squeezed out a smile and walked towards him.
"Angel!"
Cheek, who was dressed almost as usual and covered her body in a conservative black dress, had her eyes straightened when she saw what Gray was wearing. She shouted in surprise before she sped over and stretched out her hands to hug her.
This intimate gesture made Gray's whole body stiffen, recalling some unbearable experiences in his mind. It wasn't until Cheek let go of his arms and looked at her with surprise on his face that he calmed down.
"Angel, you are dressed so beautifully today! You look a bit like the recently famous actress, Audrey Hall!"
"Justice" Miss actually became a star in her dream... She is the most beautiful among the non-Demoness I know, even more than many Demoness... Gray was startled, and then noticed that the hug between the two had attracted the attention of too many classmates, and he quickly said perfunctorily:
"I just want to change my style today... Let's go to class quickly, we're going to be late."
With that said, she overcame her inner discomfort, took Cheek's arm, and walked quickly into the school gate.
Seeing Cheek being half-dragged into the school gate by Gray, Klein in the dark breathed a sigh of relief.
The first step was successfully completed. According to the information obtained by Adam, "Primordial Demoness" Cheek transferred here not long ago. He is not that familiar with Angel Granger and does not like to use social software. It is difficult to find flaws... He thought about it, walked out from behind a bush, adjusted his glasses, and stood at the school gate, waiting for his goal.
Within two minutes, the real Angel hurried over. Under the "arrangement" of Adam, she was delayed by various accidents one after another. She arrived at the school five minutes later than usual. By "coincidence" she met Sherlock Moriarty at the door and said hello with a smile:
"Mr. Moriarty, good morning."
Today she was wearing a light yellow knitted sweater with a slightly loose round neck, revealing a bit of almost transparent skin and delicate collarbones. The hem of the dress was tied into a dark blue knee-length skirt. The skirt swayed slightly with her steps, revealing black pantyhose and simple black flat shoes that wrapped her shapely calves. She was very energetic as a young woman.
While adjusting her skirt, Angel looked around, seemingly looking for the companion who would be waiting for her here every day.
The "Primordial Demoness" you are waiting for has been kidnapped by another Angel... Klein chuckled secretly, walked forward, and whispered:
"I did some research on the two things you mentioned last night, and I got some insights."
"Really? Those drinks... what's going on?"
Angel's attention was immediately attracted by this question and he looked over.
Klein showed a mysterious smile and continued to lower his voice:
"There is indeed something wrong with those drinks. They may enhance physical fitness, but they also have adverse effects on the body... Did you have strange dreams after drinking 'Assassin', or did you feel strange whispers coming from time to time in your ears?"
Angel's beautiful purple eyes widened in surprise:
"It does happen!"
Sure enough, even if it has been digested once, taking the second dose of Potion in a dream will cause some Spirituality instability... Klein nodded as if he had expected it, and said:
"Let's go, I'll take you to that supermarket and figure this out."
"But, class is about to start..."
Angel's expression became a little dull. He looked around and found that other students had entered the campus.
"It doesn't matter, I will help you ask for leave from other teachers, and you don't want to absentmindedly attend class with questions all the time, right?"
Klein guides the other party.
After being promoted to Sequence 1 and completely mastering "Sefirah Castle", he is not only "Seer", but also "Marauder", possessing the abilities of "Swindler"!
Sure enough, "reasonable truancy" became the last straw for Angel. She nodded hesitantly and said:
"Okay, thank you, Mr. Moriarty."
Since the supermarket was not far from the school, the two of them walked there directly instead of taking the subway or taxi.
This was the result of Klein's deliberate guidance. He strolled on the spacious modern-style streets, stepped on the broken light reflected by the glass curtain walls of the tall buildings, and smelled the scent of Passerby's perfume and various foods mixed in the air. In the fragrant air, looking at Angel beside him who was also squinting his eyes to enjoy the rare and comfortable time, he suddenly felt like he had returned to the Tingen period when he had just "travelled" and met Angel.
At that time, the two went to and from get off work together every day, practiced shooting, and looked for "dark red chimneys." They quickly established mutual trust in the short time they spent together, and adapted to and got used to the feeling of having each other next to them.
And several rescues in battles made Klein develop a special feeling for this beautiful and powerful woman that goes beyond colleagues and partners.
It wasn't until the day I lost her that I knew I couldn't live without her. Fortunately, we all had a second chance, instead of being buried next to each other Raphael Cemetery... Klein took a deep breath and slowed down so that Angel could keep up, and also made this time alone between the two of us longer.
Just as the two of them walked past a street shop with a Chinese signboard selling Chinese meals, Angel next to Klein suddenly asked:
"Mr. Moriarty, have you heard of the name 'Zhou Mingrui'?"
Zhou Mingrui, who was hidden in "Sherlock"'s body, couldn't help but beat half a beat faster. He turned to look at Angel, who looked curious, with an indifferent expression, and asked:
"Where did you hear that name?"
Angel's steps subconsciously slowed down, his eyes were a little blurry, and he answered after a moment:
"Yesterday in your class, those Chinese phrases formed such a name in my mind... Could this be some historical figure that I happen to have heard of?"
Yesterday's efforts were indeed useful, at least it made her a little confused about the name... Klein's thoughts were running quickly, and she finally decided not to expose herself in a hurry, and instead said:
"Perhaps it's an acquaintance of yours? It's just that you've forgotten him, so you only feel familiar when you see the name."
Hearing this answer, Angel curled his lips and hesitated to speak.
Klein, who was familiar with her, seemed to hear the muttering of "How is this possible? My memory is so good."
He smiled and did not expose the other party's inner thoughts, but asked:
"What strange dreams did you have after drinking the 'Assassin' drink? Was there this 'Zhou Mingrui' in the dream?"
"No, there isn't him... maybe there is, but I don't know their names." Angel scratched his hair, his expression seemed to be touched by memories, "During lunch break or recess, I would dream of some movie-like scenes. It was another scene where I participated in battles with guns, swords and strange abilities, met some companions that I didn't know in real life, and then... watched them die in the battle."
This... is she already recovering her memory? Klein felt a little happy and immediately asked:
"What about tonight?"
Angel pursed his lips, looked at the vehicles whizzing by on the road, and said thoughtfully:
"It was a completely different dream. The ground was cracked, Moon was falling, and monsters were emerging from everywhere... Just like the world Apocalypse. In that dream, I was different from the daytime. I didn't participate at all. Instead, I was like a bystander, aloof..."
World Apocalypse... could it be because of Old Neil's flyer? But being aloof seems to be influenced by "Original Creator". Could those scenes be what happened when the old world was destroyed and "Primordial" awakened and split?
When Klein was thinking, Angel turned his head and looked at him. An imperceptible shadow climbed onto his face, and his tone also became worried:
"Mr. Moriarty, is there really a 'world Apocalypse'?"
Klein looked at those eyes that were different from the usual firm and clear eyes, with a hint of confusion, and asked:
"Do you really believe that in more than ten years there will be monsters emerging from the ground, Sun extinguished, and Moon falling?"
Angel shook his head:
"I didn't believe it at first, but those drinks have effects I never dared to imagine... If 'Assassin' is real, what about 'Apocalypse'?"
Klein asked with a smile on his face:
"If it were true, what would you do? Live the rest of your time, or..."
"I..." Angel seemed to be overwhelmed by his question and stopped, "I don't know, but if those 'drinks' can really give people extraordinary power, I might do my part to prevent everything from happening."
Even if she loses her memory, she will still do this... Feeling the other person's eyes becoming determined, Klein did not answer, but pointed in front of the two of them:
"The supermarket is here."
In the drowsy philosophy class, Angel Gray was flipping through the book absently while looking at "Primordial Demoness" Cheek beside him who was also not listening to the class.
No, is He really that Primordial Demoness? He looks like an ordinary college student, but a little clingy, and only Angel... A question popped up in Gray's mind, and he lowered his body and asked softly:
"Cheek, not long after you transferred here, why are you always following me?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt that this sentence was a bit impolite, so she added:
"I remember you said there was a boyfriend who disappeared in China, why didn't you go find him?"
This woman with an equally eye-catching appearance, but who seemed to be deliberately dressed conservatively, blinked and said with a smile:
"Actually, I don't know. I just feel that following you is more important than going to Tudor."
Tudor... Sure enough, China of Dream City symbolizes the sealed Western Continent, and Cheek's boyfriend is "Blood Emperor"... Gray was thoughtful, but heard the other party continue:
"Of course, this is only during the day. At night, this strange feeling will disappear. It even makes me a little... scared, so I will leave you as soon as school is over... Hehe, I will be back the next day."
She came forward with a playful smile, but was pushed away by Gray. The latter frowned and asked:
"Afraid? What kind of fear?"
Cheek, who was pushed away, looked aggrieved, but still answered honestly:
"It's a fear that comes from the bottom of my heart, as if you at night are some kind of... Great Terror who will kill me.
"Of course, I think the latitude of England makes the nights longer, and your temperament at night is different from that during the day, which gave me this illusion."
Great Terror... This word touched the memory deep in Gray's heart, causing her expression to change.
Angel Granger at night is afraid of even Cheek, and it makes him have the urge to get closer during the day... Could it be that the Angel that accommodates "Demoness" Uniqueness and Sequence 1 Characteristic during the day will involuntarily approach Cheek due to polymerization, even surpassing the idea of looking for Tudor, and at night... Feminine Aspect of Mirrored Original Creator will wake up?
Even Dream City, Angel and Creator's Mental Imprint have already entered the stage of fighting for their bodies? He has grown to a certain extent with the help of Angel's body, and is no longer "Chaos Demoness" who only acts on instinct?
Thinking of this, Gray ignored the fact that he was in class and took out the mobile phone in his pocket that was sponsored by "Roselle" of Intis Group in Dream City. He clicked on the group chat and flipped his thumbs up and down.
Reminder Doomsday Little Helper: Cheek said that he only dares to approach Angel during the day, and will be afraid of her at night. Does this mean that the competition between Angel and "Oldest One" has begun, and they control the body respectively with time as the dividing line?
As soon as she clicked send, a faint voice came from her ears:
"What are you secretly posting behind my back?"
Gray turned her head, and Cheek's beautiful face suddenly appeared behind her head.
There was a lot of traffic in the supermarket during the day, and Klein and Angel spent a lot of effort to get to the counter where they could redeem their prizes with receipts.
Klein stretched out his hand to stop Angel from approaching any further. Instead, he observed through the crowd of heads the shelf where he quietly stole "Instigator" Potion last night.
On the shelf that should have two empty spaces, another bottle of "Instigator" with bloody lips appeared, leaving only the empty space for the "Assassin" who was drunk by Angel.
Sure enough, the bottle of Potion that I stole, and even the Potion in front of me are just symbols. Only when they are drunk by Angel can they truly achieve their purpose... Klein thought, and then looked at the woman standing behind the counter.
She was tall, and her neck and arms exposed outside her white robe had a special sense of sanctity. Her face was beautiful but dull, and her green eyes stared straight ahead, turning a blind eye to the guests who kept passing by.
Old Neil will at least pretend it when no one is around. You don't even pretend to pretend anymore... Sighing secretly, Klein said to Angel:
"You watch first and you'll see later why I think there's something wrong with these drinks."
As he spoke, he took out a playing card from his pocket, and before he could raise it to Angel's sight, it transformed into a shopping receipt from this supermarket.
Then he quickly walked to the counter with the receipt, raised it to "Saint Viève" and said:
"Madam, I won the prize, is the prize drawn here?"
Viève's jewel-like eyes slowly turned to look at Klein, and he lightly opened his lips and said:
"I'm very sorry, the prize is not open to the public."
The tone of this sentence was dull, like a robot following instructions, which made Klein, who had been prepared for a long time, feel a little chilly. He flicked the receipt and pointed to the empty shelf behind Viève:
"Didn't someone already replace a bottle?"
Viève's expression did not change at all, and he continued without even looking back:
"I'm very sorry, the prize is not open to the public."
"OK, thanks."
Klein simply put away the small tickets that gradually turned into playing cards, left the counter and returned to Angel, and said to her who was stunned as she watched the whole process:
"You see, those prizes are not something you can get at normal events.
"They're open just for you."
"But..."
Angel murmured, looking at the blond lady behind the counter again. The eyesight strengthened by the "assassin" easily discovered that the other person's expression and demeanor remained exactly the same as before, as if she was frozen in a certain moment.
At this moment, a chill ran down her spine, and she continued with a frown:
"But that bottle of drink did make my eyesight much better than before, and... I tried jumping from a high place, three meters, and then five meters, and it didn't hurt at all..."
This is the most difficult thing to explain... Klein has no choice but to use the ability of "Swindler" again to soften his tone, but make people believe involuntarily:
"This may be some new type of sports drink that can enhance physical fitness and turn people into athletes, but there is no free lunch in the world, and this effect will inevitably bring greater side effects.
"Anyway, don't drink anymore."
Angel's expression was still a little hesitant. She looked at the bottle of "Instigator" on the shelf, imagining whether the "next stage" drink would have more magical effects, but in the end she sighed and nodded:
"Well, I believe you, Mr. Moriarty."
This sentence brought back memories in Klein's heart, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up, and he said:
"Actually, you can call me Sherlock."
As soon as he finished speaking, the conversations and footsteps in the supermarket and the noisy music of various advertisements disappeared in his ears. His eyes also became dark, and his body seemed to be lifted by some force, creating an instant feeling of overweight.
The next second, Klein saw the sun, the beach and the sea again in front of his eyes, and the sound of crashing waves could be heard in his ears.
He was kicked out of Dream City.