自創小說的集合地

"But photos can be faked, and scars can be manufactured. The purpose of this message isn't to tell me the truth—it's to make me doubt myself." Fang Guodong looked at him with complex eyes. "Chen Mo, there's something I need to tell you." "What is it?" "While you were checking the garage, I took a look inside the shuttle bus's trunk. There was a suitcase in there, and it didn't belong to any of us." "What kind of suitcase was it?" "An old leather one, with rusty clasps. I pried it open and took a peek—it was full of old photos, from Fog Valley Village. And a few diaries. I didn't have time to look closely, but one of the diaries had a name written on the cover." Fang Guodong paused. "It said 'Chen Mo'. The handwriting was that of a child." Chen Mo felt the floor beneath his feet suddenly become unreal. He leaned against the edge of the desk, taking a deep breath. The wind and snow outside blew in, numbing his cheeks, but he didn't retreat. "Where are the diaries?" "I hid them in the tool cabinet in the garage," Fang Guodong said, "because I wasn't sure if it was a trap—if someone was trying to frame you, I shouldn't have brought it into the house." "Take me to see them." As the two went downstairs, the lobby was already somewhat lit. Dawn was breaking slower than they expected, but the snow light filtering through the windows meant the interior was no longer pitch black. Old Zhou was sitting on the sofa, looking unwell, and Lin Jing was comforting Shen Yuehua, who was still trembling slightly. "Where are you going?" Old Zhou asked. (To be continued)

The child was about eight or nine years old, with short hair and eyes calmer than those of children his age. His features felt strangely familiar to Chen Mo. After staring for a long time, he realized who the child resembled. Himself. "What's wrong?" Fang Guodong walked in, saw the knot on the bed, and his expression darkened. "Did the killer come here?" "No," Chen Mo put down the photo. "This isn't a crime scene. It's a message. Someone wants to tell me—" He didn't finish. His gaze fell on the back of the photo, where a line of text was written in blue ink, the handwriting exactly the same as on the invitation letter: "Welcome home, Chen Mo." His hand trembled slightly. Fang Guodong leaned over to look and was silent for a few seconds. "Are you from Fog Valley Village?" he asked, his voice not surprised, but with a settled confirmation. "I don't know," Chen Mo told the truth. "My memory has no Fog Valley. I grew up in Taipei, my parents are alive, and my records are complete. But this photo—" He turned the photo back to the front, looking again at the child circled in red. A faint, thin scar, shaped like a small "S", could be seen on the child's left wrist. Chen Mo looked down at his own left wrist. Smooth skin, no marks. But the position of the scar was exactly the same as the old ligature mark on Zhang Zhenyu's wrist. "Someone wants me to believe I'm from Fog Valley," Chen Mo said. "But photos can be forged, and scars can be made later. (To be continued) [More than two episodes are published each time. If you're interested, check out the previous episodes!]

Chen Cheng finished his night shift. It was 3 AM, and he was walking through the empty hospital corridors. The hospital at night always had an indescribable quietness, with only the occasional flicker of the fluorescent lights emitting a faint hum. It was raining outside, and the cold wind seeped through the half-open window, causing the medical records on the wall to sway gently. As he reached the corner, he suddenly saw a little girl. She was wearing a bright red dress, barefoot, squatting on the ground, drawing circles over and over with chalk. "Little one?" Chen Cheng stopped. "It's so late, why aren't you back in your room?" The girl slowly looked up. Her face was as pale as paper, completely devoid of color. "Uncle," she tilted her head, her voice as light as if it were drifting from afar, "Can you lend me your life?" Chen Cheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled and crouched down to pat her head. "Don't talk nonsense, little one. Hurry back to your room, don't play around." The girl didn't answer. She just grinned. The smile was unnaturally sweet, and her teeth were neat and shiny white. As Chen Cheng stood up to leave, he suddenly heard faint footsteps behind him. One step. Two steps. When he turned around, the corridor was empty. Three days later, Chen Cheng was hit and thrown by a runaway truck at an intersection. On the day of the funeral, as relatives stood before the memorial portrait and the pastor finished the final prayer, a "creak" came from inside the coffin. The coffin lid slowly pushed open. Everyone screamed and backed away. However, the coffin was empty. Only a yellowed piece of paper lay quietly on the black satin lining.

"Parents, after returning home today, please pay attention to whether your children's bonded beasts show any abnormal signs. If any child awakens special abilities, please find their homeroom teacher to register tomorrow upon arrival at school." This announcement, repeatedly made by teachers circulating among the gathered parents, reminded them that their children's bonded beasts would awaken special abilities hidden deep within their souls during this period. "I didn't expect my darling's bonded beast to be so cute and beautiful." At this moment, my mother's eyes were solely on the little furball, ignoring my presence and the kitten's restless thoughts. "Mom, is there anything else to do today? If not, I want to go home." "Darling, try to recall the little one. Once you can do that, we'll go home." So, under my mother's guidance, I sat on the ground, closed my eyes, and began to try to communicate and connect with the little furball. However, the process wasn't as easy as I imagined. The little furball seemed to really like being in the outside world and was completely unwilling to go back. "Meow!" (Look at this!) Suddenly, while no one was paying attention, the kitten pounced over and swatted the little furball back onto my head. And I, the innocent victim, opened my eyes to see the kitten looking as if to say, "It's not my fault, he was provoking me." My mother beside me also seemed a bit embarrassed, as the kitten was her bonded beast, and its reaction reflected her inner feelings and thoughts. But my mother pretended nothing had happened and took me home, with a bump on my head.

Looking at the little furball's innocent big eyes, I could only silently pray for it, hoping it wouldn't develop any psychological trauma after we get home. Looking at the various creatures around, most of them could be identified by species, but there were still some, like the little furball, whose species couldn't be identified. Just like the院长's pink twin tails, they were creatures of fantasy.

After going out, I realized that quite a few children outside the classroom had already woken up and returned to their parents. "Good boy, are you feeling unwell anywhere?" It's still Mom, prioritizing my health over the companion beast. Compared to the parents around who were only focused on their children's companion beasts, a warmth welled up in my heart, grateful to be born into such a wonderful family. Fortunately, Dad wanted to come along but was strictly refused by Mom; otherwise, this warm atmosphere would likely have been torn to shreds. Moreover, I didn't know what might have happened while I was unconscious, or what image I might have projected to teachers and classmates, potentially casting a shadow over my future academy life. After all, kids care about their reputation. On the first day of school, if I couldn't hold my head up for the next three years because of Dad's chuunibyou, what a hellish academy life that would be. After confirming that my physical condition was excellent and I felt no discomfort, Mom finally noticed the little furball constantly hovering in front of me. Almost instantly, the little furball captured Mom's attention. After all, such cute and fluffy creatures are incredibly captivating to women. Then, next to Mom, my kitten appeared. The way it looked at the little furball made me feel something was very wrong, completely different from the gentleness it usually showed when taking care of me. Watching its paws constantly open and close, I could tell its claws were itching. It was then that I remembered the little furball's appearance was almost identical to the cat toys I used in my past life. No wonder the kitten showed such actions and emotions.

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This thing nourished itself with my soul, yet it didn't harm my soul. Instead, it felt connected to my soul, as if it were my innate kin, even closer than my parents. Then, in a daze, I fell into a deep slumber. When I woke up, I was in a spacious classroom. All the sleeping children were arranged neatly, like corpses laid out in a morgue. I was the first to wake up in this classroom. Upon waking, I noticed a silver, wavy-looking furball floating near my eyes, possessing a pair of green pupils and big, azure blue eyes. Through my senses, I could clearly feel its emotions and its attachment to me. "So this is what it feels like to have a companion beast..." I murmured softly, watching the little furball bobbing and frolicking before me, feeling its joy at its birth. "Children, if you're awake, please come out quietly and don't disturb the other children. Your parents are waiting for you outside." The teacher, standing at the doorway and constantly monitoring the situation inside the classroom, quietly reminded me after seeing me wake up. I carefully and quietly bypassed the children lying on the ground like corpses and headed outside the classroom to find my mom. At this moment, countless questions filled my mind. Why is my companion beast a furball, just like that black, fluffy thing from the anime 'My Neighbor Totoro' I watched in my past life? The only difference is the color. Although it's cute, it doesn't suit my personality. Could it be that my soul actually contains girlish innocence, romance, beauty, and longing?

Companion beasts are also within the scope of regulations, so after the children leave the academy and before they return home, parents, please be careful not to let your children release their companion beasts to avoid violating the rules." "Now, please follow the order of entry into the academy. Parents will lead their respective children to take the Awakening Fruit. Any weakness, dizziness, or even fainting that occurs afterward is a normal phenomenon, so parents need not worry." Perhaps some might wonder, with such a large auditorium and so many children, why wasn't anyone making noise during the headmaster's speech. The reason is simple: the main criteria for teachers to be employed at the basic education academy is that their talent or companion beast must possess abilities related to emotions, such as calming, pacifying, or even inducing sleep. However, due to regulations, these abilities can only be used in special venues and at home; they cannot be displayed in public, open spaces. So, outside the academy gates earlier, the teachers were helpless against the noisy children. But once inside the academy grounds, the headmaster could use them on the children without issue. It's just that the range and targets of ordinary people's abilities cannot reach such a large area with so many targets. Finally, after each parent had carried their child, who was weakened by the side effects of the fruit, back to their seat, it was my turn. "Good boy, come and eat this fruit." Mom really treated me like a five-year-old. Being comforted like a five-year-old child with a nearly 40-year-old soul was a truly indescribable feeling. After I obediently ate the fruit, my mind felt a wave of dizziness. I could clearly feel something growing and developing from the depths of my soul.

The monk traveled far and wide. Five years later, he returned to the temple, only to hear that the young master had become immensely wealthy, practically a local overlord. "The young master is busy with affairs of state, so it's inconvenient here." "It's only because you wouldn't come with me." "Does the young master know why I'm still here?" "Why?" "My master said my mind is too scattered to achieve enlightenment." "Pfft— Your master must be blind. You're the most capable of achieving enlightenment I've ever seen." "No. If I had no attachments, I wouldn't remain here." "Then why are you staying?" "Guess." "Little monk, bad news! Someone's trying to mess with my business. I didn't hide the fact that I frequent this place, so you're in danger too. Watch out for whoever's coming—" "And you?" "What?" "Are you in danger?" "As the little overlord of the East District, I won't be! But this person is tougher than usual. I'm afraid I might implicate you." "It's alright, tell me more..." "How was it? Didn't I put up a good fight? What you said before, does it still stand?" "Mm." "Really? You're giving up on your path?" "You talk too much." "Heh, I'm just happy!" "You've cultivated for so long, yet now you're leaving with me. No regrets?" "Regrets." "Then why are you still going?" "After traveling everywhere, I realized. I regret not seeing my true heart, which was actually with you all along." "Oh my, what are you saying so suddenly? Aren't you embarrassed!" "A cultivator speaks the truth." "But I love money, I'm jealous, and I get angry easily. Why do you still like me?" "And I'm dull and awkward, yet why are you so fixated on me?" "I'm not!" "That's exactly what I think too."