A journey of seven souls escaping from the basement

It's scary to show your head like this.

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Chapter 93 This was never supposed to be just for her

The request to keep the amnesia matter confidential was itself proposed by Texas, and she was not the kind of person who was only responsible for making requests and then not caring about anything else. She would basically take the time to talk to her every day. Yabu will review today's situation to prevent any omissions.

So after learning that Lapland had left with Yabu, she almost immediately thought of the same question as Yabu - maybe because it was not clear whether Lapland had learned about things related to amnesia, and Unable to communicate with him normally.

But she couldn't leave immediately.

It would be too unusual for her to leave immediately because Texas had never left a party early before.

If she found a reason to leave early this time, and then Neng Angel and the others asked her something while working, and happened to be overheard by Lapland, the other party would probably know about her from the time she left in Texas. I left the party to find Yabu.

Although there is no way to find a reason to fool him, leaving the party just to find Yabu directly. This will inevitably make Lapland, who has been protecting the food, suspicious. If the other party thinks more about this matter, May increase risk of exposure.

"So what happened? Why has Lapland looked depressed since he came back?"

"...No problem." Texas said pointedly and nodded to his head.

"Then..." Yabu immediately understood what the other party meant, and he was relieved but at the same time he became more confused.

"Let's wait a moment. You put this in the room first." Texas handed the handbag in his other hand to Yabu, "Then come out and follow me to my room."

Although he knew that the door was well soundproofed, Texas carefully lowered his voice and did not directly say something like "She doesn't know you have amnesia."

After all, at the door of Lapland's house, talking to Lapland's friends about secrets that Lapland did not know and could not be known to Lapland, it was inevitable to feel guilty.

"What is this?" Yabu took the handbag, but did not open it immediately to look at it.

"This is a gift for you. Neng Angel and I bought it at a store on the road."

"For me?" Yabu pointed at himself in surprise. He didn't expect that he could receive such a gift.

"Well, it's some stickers and small ornaments."

Although this gift sounds a bit cheap, it is not meant to be perfunctory. Sending stickers and ornaments was a thoughtful idea from Texas.

At first someone suggested sending some gifts, and the first thing that came to mind was naturally food, but Texas knew that if he wanted to send food, it would be better to take some photos of the food.

After all, both are the same to him. He can only look at them but not eat them. It is pure torture.

I don’t know if he can taste the food if he puts it in front of him and sticks three sticks of incense.

Since there is no way to send food, I can only think of other things, but if I count them in detail, there are really not many things that the ghost can use.

Clothes are not good, and I don’t know what I like in terms of books. After considering it, there are only a few things that I can buy as gifts on the way. In the end, the things I choose are stickers and hanging ornaments.

"You can choose a few stickers and pendants you like and stick them on the pendant, or hang them together with the pendant." Texas pointed at the bag that Yabu was carrying and explained why he chose this thing as the Gift, "The stickers are the kind that won't leave glue marks, so you can use them with confidence."

"Well, thank you." Yabu opened the bag and glanced down at the various stickers inside, and expressed his sincere gratitude, "I like it very much."

After all, according to memory, this was the first time someone actually gave him a gift after coming to the other world.

Moreover, this sticker can be said to be very "intimate", and everything that can be considered has been taken into consideration.

But there are other things to deal with now, so after opening the bag and briefly looking through the contents, Yabu stopped temporarily, turned around and opened the door, preparing to do as Texas said. Put things back in the house.

However, the way he opened the door made Texas feel a little strange. The other party did not open the door with a key, but directly penetrated half of the door into the room, twisted the handle inside and opened it. The door lock, and then walked in with those gifts that were physically impenetrable.

The door was not closed with a cloth, probably because he felt that it would keep Texas out. He was just leaving a gift and he would come out again later, so there was no need to close the door.

Seeing that Yabu had entered the room, Texas turned around and walked to the guardrail, turned around and leaned against it, looking like he planned to wait for a while.

Because if nothing unexpected happened, based on her understanding of Lapland, it would probably take Yabu some time to explain the origin of the gift, and it would also take some time to explain that he came out to find her.

But to Texas's surprise, it didn't take long for Yabu to come out.

"Isn't Lapland at home?"

"Hmm? Texas, are you looking for her? Lapland seems to be ready to sleep." Yabu didn't know what Texas was thinking. He thought the other party meant to find Lapland.

"No, it's okay, I just asked..."

The feeling brought about by a completely different situation from the past made Texas suddenly understand how Mostima felt.

Could this be possible?

No, it should be said that this is how it should be.

It should have been like this, but she had always been so possessive and controlled that she even thought it was normal.

For example, when I wanted to chat with Yao Bu, I had to consider what Lapland would think, as if I had to report everything to Yao Bu clearly.

But the problem is, this is not normal at all, is it?

Obviously this has never been something that only belongs to her.

"Um, Texas? Did you forget the key?" After seeing Texas put his hand in his pocket, Yabu stood in front of the door without making any move, and asked the other party if he had forgotten the key in the house. "Do you need me to open the door for you?"

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*It was never just hers.

* Nor should it belong to her alone.

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Chapter 94 You are still alive, you can’t rest yet

"...Well, I did forget it in the house." Texas allowed himself to recover a little, released the hand that had grabbed the key in his pocket, and turned to Yabu for help, "Help Let me open the door, Yabu, thank you."

"It's okay, it's normal to forget sometimes."

This time, because there was no physical object like a handbag, Yabu walked directly through the door.

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"Next time, Texas, you can try to get a spare key and put it in a place you know, or stuff it in your phone case. That way, you can still get home even if you forget to bring the key. method."

The door was opened from the inside, and the voice came with gentle instructions and suggestions, as if someone had been waiting for him in the cold home, conveying concern to him after he returned home.

...Can Lapland have this kind of experience every day?

This is really... enviable.

if......

"Texas? Are you okay?" Yabu looked at Texas, who was always in a daze for some reason today, and asked with concern, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Do you need me to help you treat it?" "

"No...it's okay, I just drank some wine and my reaction was a little sluggish." Texas put his hand on his forehead and pressed it gently, thus covering his eyes slightly to avoid being blinded. Make eye contact with each other as you walk by.

"If you are too tired, we can talk tomorrow."

"I'm fine, I just..." Texas sat on the sofa, looking down at the reflective tabletop that Yabu helped clean recently and looking at himself reflected on it. Face, whispered, "I just... drank a little too much."

"Do you need me to get you something to sober up?"

"No..." Texas wanted to refuse and didn't want to trouble Yabu anymore, but when he thought that he really needed some time to sort out his brain, he changed his mind and said, "Okay, please. .”

"It's okay. If you need anything, just ask me. You're welcome."

Can I contact you?

Then if I forget the key in the future, wouldn't it be nice to ask you to open the door for me?

"Well..." Texas replied, covering his head as if he had a headache.

What on earth are you thinking about...

Yes, it was definitely because I drank too much at the party... It was definitely because I was drunk...

Even though he didn't have a few sips of wine today, Texas could see his reflection on the table through the gaps between his fingers. His face didn't turn red, his heart didn't beat, and he didn't look like he was drunk at all.

But it must have been caused by being drunk.

It must be the alcohol problem anyway.

"Then wait for me for a moment." Seeing Texas covering his head, Yabu thought he was really drunk, and hurriedly got up and drifted towards the kitchen.

"I remember that I bought honey before and left it here for you...Oh, I found it. The honey water should be able to relieve hangovers and prevent hangover headaches."

The kitchen is not too far from the living room, and Texas can hear the movement while sitting on the sofa.

The sound of water pouring into the kettle, the sound of the kettle starting to boil, the clear sound of the glass being placed and the spoon hitting the wall of the glass when honey is poured in all give this home a feeling of someone alive.

This kind of unhurried and orderly feeling would probably not make anyone feel scared even if someone else couldn't see Yabu coming.Looking at the scenes that seem like the kitchen is moving by itself, I feel more like a fairy tale, magical and warm, as if this house has a friendly consciousness and is taking care of the people in it.

What's more, Texas is the one who can see this ghost.

His tail was hanging loosely beside him, occupying a lot of space on the sofa. His soft body lay lazily on his side on the sofa. His relaxed and undefended movements meant that Texas no longer regarded Yabu as a moment of need in his heart. An outsider who behaves very formally.

She leaned on the armrest of the sofa, turned sideways and looked in the direction of the kitchen, where she stood waiting by the kettle.

Tattered...

—That's longer than you think, Texas.

——I have seen a lot of people who have time on their bodies like bricks, and this has long been normal. If it was just a few bricks, there would be nothing surprising.

——But, the time accumulated on him...

At that time, Mostima didn't say anything. He just pursed his lips, lowered his eyes, and pointed at the ground under his feet.

The other party's rare display of emotion allowed Texas to vaguely guess what Mostima was referring to. It was definitely not referring to something like the floor, nor was it the protruding building, but It's something that's far heavier than that, further down and bigger.

——To be honest, I don’t understand why he is still alive. This does not mean why he will not die, but why he can endure the painful thing of being alive and still behave like a normal person. .

He should have been so pressed by time that he would feel exhausted even when he breathed, so tired that even thinking was a luxury, and he could only respond instinctively to external stimuli like a machine.

——Or, the way he is now is actually broken, and this is how he is broken.

If it has been broken for a long time, it is actually a good thing relatively speaking, because it means that his spirit has been broken and he will no longer feel tired. These are just the reactions of an empty machine. To a certain extent, this can be regarded as ushering in death and a kind of relief.

But if it were another situation...

"It's ready, Texas. You can try it. You should be able to drink it directly. I tried to mix it into warm water, but I can't feel the temperature after all, so it's better to be careful." Yabu poured the honey water carefully. He put it down and warned Texas in front of him in a daze.

"..."

"What's wrong, Texas?" Yabu looked at Texas, who didn't drink after taking the water glass, but stared at him without saying a word, and asked softly, "Are you tired? Why don't you drink? Just go to bed after that. It’s quite late. You need to have a good rest. You can do other things..."

"What about you, Yabu?"

When can you rest?

"Ok?"

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*For Yabu, this is already rest.

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Chapter 95 Lost the ability to rub glass

"Didn't Mostima ask you if you were tired before? You didn't answer at the time, right?"

Perhaps Texas felt that it might be strange for her to suddenly ask such a question, so she quoted Mostema's previous statement.

"I also want to know, Yabu, are you tired? After all, your body does seem to be quite forced, doesn't it? And you always seem to come to help me, but I haven't seen you take a rest a few times."

"It's such a thing as rest, well... ghosts shouldn't need to rest." Yaobu ​​wasn't quite sure who he was, so he could only give an answer that would make a capitalist cry after hearing it, and lowered his head. He tried to put his hands into the holes that penetrated the front and back of his body. "As for whether I am tired or not, it is probably because it suddenly became like this. At the beginning, it was indeed there. But after a little effort, it... .....”

——Or, it is another possibility that is more unbearable...

It's not that it's broken, but...

"Just, get used to it."

——He is used to it.

This is naturally painful.

The fatigue and pain were overcome by sheer perseverance, but they still existed like maggots in the tarsal bones and did not disappear. They were lingering all the time.

It's just that he is used to it, used to the feeling that he might as well die, and no one should get used to growing things.