Release that Witch

"Roland is down...Roland?"

The sound seemed to come from a long distance, gentle and soft.

It was not until the ear felt a bit of itching that Roland slammed back.

"You are distracted again," the night squatted at the long table, opposite his four eyes, one hand holding a slightly tilted chin, one hand shaking the white index finger. Apparently she just used this finger to play with his ears.

"Oh... is it?" Roland cleared his throat and pretended to look at the statistical report. "Probably today's weather is particularly suitable for naps."

"But this is not the first day of a daze," the nightingale flew back to the lounge chair next to the camp. "It’s been the case since the last time I came back from the reflection church. What happened?"

Roland subconsciously wants to veto, but when it comes to the mouth, it stops, the lie is ineffective against the nightingale, and he can't deceive himself—even if it has been a week, he still can't understand it.

"I did find some problems... just, it was too weird, and I don't know how to explain it."

"If you can't say it, you don't have to tell me," said the nightingale, holding the back of his head and looking at heaven. "My head is not good for you anyway, even if it is said that it will not help you. If it is Anna, it should be able to help." ——"

"I didn't tell her either." Roland smiled and shook his head.

"Oh... is it?" The nightingale immediately turned over from the lounge chair. "Why?"

"Because the difference in this matter is beyond the scope I can understand," he bluntly said, "but it can't affect anything. In other words, it's just my personal trouble. Tell her that there is no such thing as increasing troubles." What does it mean."

"It turns out that." The night blinked and revealed a look of ignorance, but Roland knew she didn't understand it at all, but she didn't know it.

"So don't tell me about my old daze," he muttered. "These questions can't be solved except myself."

"Oh, of course!" I don't know why, the nightingale suddenly became happy. She first patted her chest, then pulled out a piece of grilled fish from the bag and threw it into her mouth, a satisfying look.

After stabilizing the other side, Roland sighed in secret. Although his eyes were looking at the statistics, he could not see it at all. His mind was always floating in the secret room of the church.

Why is a fictional character appearing in the early days of the union? Even from the portrait, she existed earlier.

Afterwards, Roland asked Isabella, Aisha, and Felice, but the answer was whether the history was too far for Takira, and no one could say the background paintings at the vows meeting. What kind of character is it, can only be inferred that she was famous.

He always thought that there are two kinds of people in the dream world. One is the ruined by the sorrow, they are bound in the soul building, and there is still a lot of relationship with the world. The most obvious feature is that it has almost the same appearance and the memory fragments in the residence.

The other is the fictional, they come from the dream background, part of which is extracted from his brain, and part of which is fabricated by the world.

But now his cognition has been shaken.

According to Isabella, the life span of Jieluo is roughly between two hundred and two hundred and fifty, and her journey to serve the pope has a corresponding record, which should not go wrong. Then the question is coming. How do you see that this "never aging" pure person can't swallow a character eight hundred years ago - her age may be amazing for ordinary people, but it will not be put into history. What is it?

After all, she is still a character born in the church age. Just like her generation, Ai Gesha and others are enough to be her grandmother.

So is the person in the painting himself running into the dream world?

This idea is even more incredible.

How can an ancient person survive in modern society and pretend to be flawless? Besides, before the dream has appeared, where is her soul stored?

In addition, the appearance of "岚" can also decide to guess.

She can be called temperament, but she is absolutely not beautiful. This shows that she is not a witch - no strange ability, even if she is outstanding before her death, it will only turn into a dust after death. .

Aside from the above two ideas, the most reasonable explanation is the most bland one, that is, the two are just smashing their faces, and everything is purely coincidental.

Using this idea can save him a lot of trouble, but Roland is always difficult to convince himself - is this a pure coincidence?

If I want to find the answer further, I am afraid I have to find her talent.

At the thought of the dream world that is becoming more and more unpredictable, Roland will feel a little unconsciously resisted, but it is not so good because he is troubled by unknown secrets.

The two evils took the light and hesitated. After nearly a week, Roland finally made up his mind.

Of course, to help him make up his mind, there are hundreds of quests for the Tsinghua goddess, and the waiting time after the visit to the holy city of Hermes.

......

The process of entering the dream is still very familiar. When he opens his eyes, the date is still fixed at the time of the last departure - although the interval has been more than a month, the surrounding scene has not changed at all, the one on the bedside table Zhang training students take photos, as if he had just returned from the headquarters of the martial arts association.

Roland touched the phone, turned to the number in the Garcia number, and pressed the dial button.

The phone was quickly connected, and there was a uniform panting sound from the microphone. "Hey?"

He looked out of the window, and at this time the sky only showed a white belly. "Are you doing morning exercises?"

"Do not talk nonsense," Garcia's tone is still so disgusting, but at least there is no sense of chilling that refuses to be thousands of miles away. "What's the matter?"

"Well, I have a question and want to talk to you, how is it now? I will come to you right away, please have breakfast."

"So urgent?" The other party was silent for a moment. "Then come down, I am in this alley in front of the package."

"Wait for me." Roland hung up the phone, dressed as quickly as possible, and rushed out of the room. As he passed through the living room, he saw a disheveled, clean-faced radish. The latter apparently just got up from the bed, the rumpled pajamas slid down to one side, revealing a half-white shoulder, and a pair of men's slippers with a large size at the foot - no doubt it was his.

He shook his head and had to stop and turn around to help the little girl to sort the collar.

"Mud and so on... I will go to the water below when I will..." Jielu is vague.

"No, I will bring breakfast up later, you will wait for you to eat after washing." Roland patted her head and pushed her into the bathroom before she hurried out the door.