Bang bang bang.

Bang bang bang.

There was a knock on the door outside the bathroom.

There was silence for a while.

Click.

squeak--

With a strange and harsh sound, the bathroom door opened from the outside.

A cold wind roared in, and the blurry bathroom walls were quickly covered with frost.

The frozen crackling sound sounded like countless ants crawling.

Kashiwagi, who was curled up in the bathtub, further lowered his breathing to prevent himself from exhaling visible white mist.

He looked at the bleeding palm that was covered by the sun coral's smoke-like tentacles in time, and the Doron Mecia who had become honest and calm. He felt a little uneasy and felt that he should abide by the clues given by the clues.

At least it was very quiet until the other party came to the door. He couldn't help but keep silent and kept all his movements to a minimum.

If it smells like blood...

Although the smoke-like tentacles of the sun coral seem to be able to block the smell, it must have spread a lot before that.

To be honest, there is no way to avoid this kind of thing.

Even if there is no smell of blood, he still retains the smell caused by long-term manufacturing of fragrances. Even if he tries his best to remove the smell from his clothes and body, it is impossible to think that there will be no smell at all.

However, the clue only told him to keep quiet, and did not mention the smell of his body or even various actions... The other party may be some kind of existence with extremely keen hearing or only hearing?

Kashiwagi's body tensed slightly, ready for the opponent to pounce.

Take action when it's time to take action.

Whenever the opponent launches an attack, you will definitely have to fight back. It's not like you're really lying in the bathtub waiting for death. The purpose of waiting until now is to achieve the conditions for meeting the destined Pokémon, not to be really afraid of the unknown existence.

Talk about it.

With this kind of ice, that guy could be a snow witch.

He tried to use the reflection of the bathtub to see clearly what was outside the door, but unfortunately there was no light source around at all. It could not illuminate the other person, so it was impossible to see the guy on the surface of the bathtub.

Maybe he could see the guy's appearance with the Dewen detection mirror, but he couldn't guarantee that the other party who was less than ten steps away from him wouldn't be able to hear him if he made such a large movement.

You must find a way to understand the opponent's existence so that you can counterattack smoothly.

Kashiwagi thought in his mind, and suddenly realized that at least two minutes had passed since he opened the door. The white frost had already spread to the vicinity of the bathtub, and the other party was still outside the door and had not come in.

Why?

Do you want to wait for the frost to spread into the bathtub?

This is the thought.

The temperature in the bathroom seemed to have dropped to below zero, which was extremely unfriendly to the thinly dressed Cypress. No matter how slow he breathed, there were still wisps of smoke floating out.

Dark, cold, and tense in the face of the unknown.

The last time I was so stressed seemed to be the final battle with the Shadow Team.

The difference is that at that time, I could rely on fighting to vent my anger, but now I could only lie in the bathtub, waiting for the distant and hazy future, waiting for my opponent to attack.

Suddenly, a sense of urgency emerged along with a little irritability.

There was a faint voice deep in his heart that tempted him to get up and take the lead in attacking the unknown existence outside the door to seize the advantage of attacking first.

It's saying:

Don't let frost cover the bathtub, otherwise something bad will happen!

Get up quickly!

Don't wait any longer! It won't come!

This moment.

Kashiwagi's muscles all over his body tensed, and he almost subconsciously twisted his body to stand up, but when his eyes glanced at the extremely quiet Doron Mecia in his arms, the sense of crisis that threatened him to attack instantly cooled down.

Like a basin of cold water mixed with ice cubes poured down, some kind of intuition from deeper in the mind instantly overcame the impulse born from the sense of crisis.

That's not right.

That's not it.

The content of the clues flashed through his mind again——

"Hide in the bathtub and don't make any noise, no matter what noises you make around you."

The sound of opening the door, the sound of knocking, the clicking sound of the pendulum swinging, and...

These are so subtle that they resemble the freezing sounds of crawling insects!

They are also cues telling him to "ignore" the voices!

By just a small margin, I had betrayed the trust that I had finally earned from Doron Mecia.

After self-examination, Kashiwagi felt clear in his heart, and suddenly felt that his brain should not be frozen yet, so that he would not forget this content that he sticks to all the time.

What's more, the environment is so cold, why do you become more impulsive?

suddenly.

He discovered another very important thing. The sound of freezing frost suddenly stopped, it did not spread all the way into the bathtub, and the paint surface was still dry and smooth.

The answer is obvious——

It's the guy outside who did it.

It turns out that in addition to freezing the air conditioning on walls, floor tiles and ceilings, it also has the ability to affect the mind unknowingly.

This guy seems to be waiting for his side to make a move first!

So strange.

Even though his eyes were very close and he had indeed noticed himself, he did not run in but adopted this strange method. Bingshuang only came to the vicinity of the bathtub, as if he was worried about something.

Then again.

If you insist on hiding, a cabinet or under the bed is obviously more suitable. Even though they are standard places for events in thrillers, they are still better than a semi-open bathtub.

Why did the simulator leave him in the bathroom tub...

Is there something special about the bathtub?

While Kashiwagi was thinking, a stronger wind sound suddenly came from outside the door, and the temperature in the bathroom dropped again. The other party seemed to be more impatient than he thought, and was already increasing the pressure to force him to speak out.

pity.

If you only have this shallow method, it will be far from being able to help him.

Kashiwagi closed his eyes, and the palms wrapped with smoke-like tentacles emitted a reassuring warmth, as if the sun coral was transporting the pure life energy accumulated in daily life into his body, maintaining his various functions.

Vital signs.

This special technique has the same effect as the Happy Egg's healing wave, but the cost is far higher than using a single move in the latter.

If it weren't for an emergency, Sun Coral would never do such a stupid thing.

The existence outside the door seemed to have discovered what Sun Coral had done, and became even more annoyed. The intuitive experience was that the cold wind changed from whistling to a swishing sound of knives.

There seemed to be large and small accumulations of snow everywhere in the bathroom, but the bathtub remained as dry as it was originally.

Such a strange situation once again verified Kashiwagi's conjecture.

Suddenly.

The wind stopped.

The bathroom fell into a deathly silence.

But before Kashiwagi could guess whether the guy had left, the first clattering sound accompanying the movement sounded at the door.

Coming in!

He widened his eyes and felt the slightly tense body of Doron Mecia in his arms. When his head moved slightly, he found that Sun Coral also opened its eyes like red candles.

However.

The tacit understanding of cultivating Sun Coral over the past six months has told Kashiwagi that what it pays attention to is not the guy who comes into the bathroom, but the bathtub under them!

Eh?

Kashiwagi was stunned for a moment, and then he flew up.

That's right, there was a bang and accompanied by a shrill scream, he flew directly from the bathtub to the ceiling.

"ah--!!"

It was as if there was a spring that was pressed to the extreme on his back, and a majestic force pushed him into close contact with the ceiling. Fortunately, he had quick hands and eyes and used his hands and toes that were not wrapped in the smoke-like tentacles to press against the ceiling.

I wasn't beaten to a pulp.
To be continued...