Weird Stories: Gothic Lolita Begins

Five minutes later, the time-stop effect similar to "login protection" provided by "Gods' Space" disappeared, and the filter like fogged lenses was also removed.

With the curiosity and excitement of visiting the other world, Night Crow looked around for the first time, and then...

Somewhat disappointed.

——What! The species look similar...

At least, the branch under Night Crow's feet belongs to a common old oak tree.

This seems to be the suburbs, at least not the city center, because Night Crow saw that there was no trace of any artificial buildings except a luxurious villa not far in front and the supporting cement roads, telephone poles and wires.

At this time and place, it should be the morning of late spring and early summer.

Night Crow shook off a drop of cold dew on the top of his head and spread his wings to the only open window on the third floor of the villa.

Night Crow didn't want to make the so-called choice, but wanted to do the task, so she decided to let the girl "Pamela" who was judged by the system to be "special enough" to choose.

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Opposite the only open window on the third floor of the villa is a girl's boudoir with a unique personality.

The various decorations in the room are full of two-dimensional elements. On the walls, cabinet doors, and even the ceiling, there are large high-definition posters of the owner of the house.

Looking at the girl's style and accessories in the poster, Ye Ya guessed that those should be cosplay photos of the girl.

Why do you know that the girl in the poster is the owner of the house?

Because she is sleeping on the big bed over there.

The girl is wearing pajamas with short sleeves and shorts, with only a corner of a thin blanket covering her belly, and she is sleeping soundly.

Ye Ya thought about it and flew to the side of the room, which was covered with a white tablecloth and a vase of fresh cut flowers, and was similar to a tea table.

There, there was a box of biscuits with various Q-version animal shapes printed on the cover.

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"Click", "click", "click"...

The sleeping girl frowned, turned over, and pulled up the thin blanket to cover her head.

——This subconscious behavior obviously did not make her feel comfortable.

Soon, she took off the blanket.

"Crack", "Crack", "Crack"...

With a little grumpiness, the girl got up angrily and looked in the direction of the noise.

——A crow was chewing her biscuits with relish, and the crumbs were scattered all over the table.

Over there, the night crow was eating biscuits happily. When he noticed that the owner of the house had woken up, he swallowed the food in his mouth slowly, raised one wing and greeted: "Yo~ Good morning!"

The girl silently covered her heart.

She admitted that she was touched.

It has always been her dream to raise a talking pet, but unfortunately, the cruel reality of raising several parrots to death in a row forced her to give up.

The girl blinked and responded tentatively: "Good morning?"

——The language used by the man and the crow at this time was certainly not the language of Green Star.

"The Gods' Space" obviously believes that language barriers are not a suitable test in most cases, so when issuing tasks, a temporary language package is also issued.

"Beautiful girl, may I ask what your name is?" The night crow shook his head and asked slightly frivolously.

It must be said that the cute little animals are taking advantage in this regard. If a strange man dared to break into her room like this and spoke frivolously, the girl would have pulled out the pistol under the pillow and emptied the magazine in one breath.

——It is not illegal to kill intruders in your own home.

"Pamela, Pamela Wordsworth." The girl spoke softly and clearly, fearing that she would scare away the little crow, and fearing that the little crow would not hear clearly.

Sure enough, the only living person in this house is the target of the task.

The night crow nodded secretly, turned back and flew up slightly, plucked a beautiful fresh cut flower and placed it on the table, then lowered his head and wiped the bird's beak, which was stained with a little biscuit crumbs, on the petals.

Pamela, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, was so anxious that she wanted to yell on the spot: "Put down that unprofessional flower and let me do it!" Unfortunately, Pamela was afraid that the crow would run away, so she could only think about it in her mind to satisfy her craving.