Also known as:
"The Amnesiac Damsel and Her Four Simps"
"They Think I'm My Own Replacement"
"Reborn, I Pretend to Have Amnesia"
"...Do you really not believe me?" the girl asked, bewildered.
"A murderer? I don't know him... Should I?"
Rei Furuya silently watched the security footage.
A man drenched in blood stood beside the bed with a knife in his hand. The girl on the bed had been drugged unconscious, helpless and vulnerable, yet he looked at the bodies on the floor and laughed.
Then he gently leaned down and used his clean fingers to wipe some blood from the girl's face.
...And they had nothing to do with each other?
"A friend who drowned himself? I don't think I have one..."
Behind the girl, a floating humanoid cursed spirit stared at him, its murderous intent growing stronger by the second.
Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow.
Its tentacles are almost wrapped around you... You really don't know it?
"That believer? We've only met once, right?"
On top of a skyscraper, the blond believer raised the cross in his hands. Golden flames rained down from the sky like divine retribution.
The flames roared, consuming everything. The skyscraper collapsed, and cars exploded. Yet the girl's doll remained unharmed.
Nakajima Atsushi swallowed. Was that doll really so well made?
"A puppeteer? Like in a TV drama?"
A huge warehouse was packed wall to wall with puppets.
Every puppet had the same appearance: black eyes lowered, their expressions stiff and eerie.
Each one had been carefully preserved. The girl's name was written on its lifelike skin in elegant handwriting.
The writing, however, was as red as blood.
For once, Dazai Osamu felt genuinely conflicted. He stared at the warehouse full of lifelike dolls, at a loss for words.
...The serious introduction (
In everyone's eyes, Asuka-i was a girl with intermittent amnesia and terrible luck.
She was quiet because of an accident in childhood, and a gang fight had later injured her brain.
After the fireworks on her sixteenth birthday, the girl's life had only four months left.
After four months, her memories would vanish like foam, disappearing without a trace, like a drop of water merging into the sea.
Asuka-i lived a difficult life, abandoned, hated, and pitied, until she turned eighteen.
Worse still... In the two years they knew nothing about, she seemed to have met all sorts of strange people...
Everyone stared at the four photos on the table, falling into a long silence.
And... it seemed she had some kind of strange romantic history with all these strange people?
I've made a few small changes to the blurb and revised the outline too.
The locals will think the heroine is a replacement for herself.
The protagonist's illness is fake. She has no amnesia.
The characters are all secret identities, with lots of misunderstandings from other people.
Three male secret identities and one female secret identity.
The protagonist is a local.
No identity reveals, at most one secret identity's identity gets revealed as another secret identity's.
For example: a secret identity pretending to be a fake criminal gets discovered by the good guys (
Theme: Cherish yourself
Brother, please read me another article. I'm dying. Please, brother. I feel like there are ants crawling on me. I feel like my whole body is shaking. I can't breathe. Please, brother, just read me one article. Just read one. I will never touch it again. Please, brother, really, just one episode, I swear I will never touch this thing again, I really can't bear it anymore?, I'm tossing and turning now and can't sleep, brother, I beg you, just read one more (screaming) (distorted) (dark crawling) (crawling) (twisting) (squirming darkly) (rolling) (crawling violently) (twisting) (tilting head) (sitting still) (slowly retreating) (smashing things hard) (gnawing) (dark juice-squeezing madness) (crawling) (crawling) (quickly bending) (twisting and folding) (returning to the original and screaming) (crawling again) (pacing) (slowly turning back) (whispering laughter) (crazy and attacking regardless of target) (exploding) (eviscerating the abdomen)
Good looking!! 🤩 From the looks of it, I guess in the end the birds can fly freely and healthily in the sky, but will the vests disappear? Although there is nothing wrong with disappearing, I am looking forward to the time when the vests and Asuka Tie Tie will live happily tomorrow. But you can write whatever you want. The article is very interesting. I hope I can get a big business worth dozens of Jinjiang coins. Hey hey 💪 💪
I would rather he be a martyr who never goes forward
I finished reading it before I knew it!!! The most serious episode of my wife's addiction was when I wore prayer beads around my neck and held a cross in my left hand and a talisman in my right hand. I invited sixty old monks to meditate and recite sutras beside me before I dared to click on the text and read it. I looked at it carefully and realized that this is my destiny. This is the only one in my life. I tore off my prayer beads and threw away my ten. I scattered my talismans on the shelf and drove away sixty old monks. I don't need these anymore. At this moment, my heart and eyes are full of my wife. I'm rolling on the floor. I kiss my floor. I beat my walls? I drank eighteen bowls of Erguotou? I'm drunk for you. I scream, I love you, Mrs.
Get the plot out of my head!!!
Wow, it's so hard to find something so fun, but I ended up being fooled 😭
Come on! Super pretty 💪
Then please try writing it!
Ah ah ah, I really want to see it
Damn, you've spoken again! (?>?