I am a teacher at a girls' school in Tokyo

It was not until a long time later that he came to his senses after staring at the word "Lolita".

He looked at it and turned the page again.

What appears before you is the postscript of the book.

It took me a few minutes to finish reading it, then I turned to the beginning and read the preface until I confirmed that the book "Lolita" had indeed been read completely.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa put the bookmark on the first page of the book and closed it.

The brand new bright yellow cover reflects the light under the night lights.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa put it on the bedside table.

Then he picked up his phone and took a look at it again.

It's already 11:30 now.

It’s a bit late now. After all, the teaching and research meeting will officially start at 8 o’clock tomorrow morning.

But now I can't fall asleep at all.

The various disordered thoughts wandering in my mind are fragments of Lolita's story.

It's possible to fall asleep before these fragments are annihilated, but it may be difficult.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa held the phone, idly swiping back and forth on the main page, locking and unlocking the screen back and forth.

This went on for several minutes before Tetsufumi Hirakawa finally made a decision.

He got up from the bed.

He decided to go out for a walk.

Although it was already late, it didn't matter. Tetsufumi Hirakawa was a spontaneous person. Now that he had an idea, he let's go.

Holding his cell phone, room card and shoes, Tetsufumi Hirakawa opened the door of the hotel room.

The bright, white corridor is decorated in a business style.

Conference hotel.

After looking around and determining the location of the stairs, Tetsufumi Hirakawa walked to the left.

After taking two steps, he paused and stopped in front of a room.

This is Mr. Hisata's room. I don't know if he's asleep yet.

After this thought flashed through my mind, I prepared to walk away.

result--

"Click."

It was the sound of the door lock opening.

The steps that were about to leave stopped again.

The door beside me was slowly opened, and the figure of the female teacher appeared before me.

Eyes facing each other.

moment.

"Eh?"

Hisada Masu blinked rapidly several times.

He showed obvious confusion about the appearance of Tetsufumi Hirakawa in front of his room.

Hirakawa Tetsufumi smiled, turned around and greeted him, "Good evening, Mr. Hisata."

"Um……"

Hisada Mashu hesitated for a moment and also waved her hand, "Good evening, Mr. Hirakawa."

Then he asked, "Teacher Pingchuan, why are you... here?"

He pointed his finger at the ground at the door of the room.

"I was getting ready to go out for a walk and passed by there, wondering if Mr. Hisada had slept yet. And it so happened that Mr. Hisada also came out," explained Tetsufumi Hirakawa.

"Is it such a coincidence?"

"It's just a coincidence." Hirakawa Tetsufumi nodded, then asked, "What about Mr. Hisada? Are you planning to go out now?"

"I have the habit of drinking milk before going to bed." Saying this, Hisada Masu walked out of the room and closed the door.

"Is that so?" He made way and then walked towards the stairs with Hisada Masuki.

In the quiet hotel corridor, the two people's footsteps made only slight sounds on the carpet.

Arrived at the stairs.

"The elevator is still..."

"The stairs."

Hisada Masu took a look at the floors where the elevators were located and found that they were quite far away, so she walked towards the stairs.

"it is good."

Hirakawa Tetsufumi responded and followed.

Their floor was on the third floor, not very high, and just a few steps led to the lobby on the first floor.

Walk to the beverage machine in the lobby on the first floor.

"Teacher Hirakawa, would you like some drink?" Hisata Masu turned around and asked him.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa took a look at the strange drinks in the beverage machine and suddenly wanted to drink one.

"Yes." He nodded, "But I'll ask Mr. Hisada to come."

"Really? Then I won't be polite--" Hisada Masaki tried to make way, but as soon as she did so, she saw Hirakawa Tetsufumi patting his pockets awkwardly.

"..."

"Ahem." Hirakawa Tetsufumi coughed dryly, "My wallet is in my coat."

"...Okay." Hisada Maki laughed, walked to the drink machine, and put in a coin, "What would you like to drink, Mr. Hirakawa?"

"Hmm... that one."

Just point.

-

"So, Mr. Hisada, are you going back to your room now?"

"Let's go for a walk with Mr. Hirakawa."

"Well, where to go?"

"whatever."

Biting the milk straw, the female teacher puffed her cheeks slightly and spoke incoherently.

"it is good."

In response, Tetsufumi Hirakawa also took a sip of the drink he had bought casually, and he didn't know what the flavor was.

After just one sip, he put the bottle cap back on with a strange look on his face.

He held up the drink and looked at the bottle.

Seeing Hirakawa Tetsufumi like this, Hisada Masaki burst out laughing.

-

The streets surrounding the hotel.

The evening wind and the chirping of cicadas in my ears.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa and Mosuke Hisada were walking under the tree-lined avenue.

They just walked aimlessly, and most of the time they were in a situation where they were silent and contented.

Occasionally talk a few words, but it's casual.

"Teacher Hisata, do you know what I thought of?" Tetsufumi Hirakawa suddenly said.

"Hmm? What is it?" Hisada Masu held the milk carton in one hand and stretched out the other hand, feeling the direction of the wind at the moment.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa glanced at the female teacher and opened his hand like her.

So, under the reflection of the street lamp, the shadows of the two bodies stuck together, and on both sides, their outstretched hands became the left and right hands of this "shadow monster".

"Remember the night tour of Meguro Hotel." said Tetsufumi Hirakawa.

Hisada Masu laughed softly.

"Kuta hasn't slept yet either, so we're walking together..."

"Shaded trees."

Tetsufumi Hirakawa took over the conversation, retracted his hand, unscrewed the bottle cap, and took a sip of the drink.

Sure enough, it still tastes a bit hard to drink.

"Brother Shen!"

"Ok!"

When Shen Changqing walked on the street and met someone he knew, they would say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who it is.

There was no extra expression on anyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.

In this regard.

Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an institution that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, of course it also has some other side jobs.

It can be said.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone’s hands are stained with blood.

When a person becomes accustomed to life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When Shen Changqing first came to this world, he was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.

The Demon Suppression Division is very large.

Those who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

The Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian and the other is the Demon Exorcist.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts out as a demon slayer at the lowest level.

Then he will be promoted step by step and eventually hope to become a garrison commander.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was an apprentice demon hunter in the Demon Suppression Division, and also the lowest level demon hunter.

Possessing memories of a predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Bureau.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Different from other solemn and murderous places in the Demon Suppression Division, this attic seemed to stand out among the crowd of chickens, presenting a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.

At this time, the attic door was open and people occasionally went in and out.

Shen Changqing hesitated for just a moment before stepping in.

Access to the attic.

The environment changed suddenly.

A scent of ink mixed with a faint smell of blood wafted towards him, causing him to frown instinctively, but then quickly relaxed.

The bloody smell on everyone in the Demon Suppression Bureau is almost impossible to wash away.