When the bright moonlight outside the window shone on this shadow, it seemed as if it was completely swallowed up by this shadow, unable to penetrate at all.

The shadow stood quietly beside the sofa, with his head lowered, staring at Mario who was sleeping soundly on the sofa with his dark face that made it impossible to see his facial features.

If someone keeps watching, they will find that the shadow's face is getting closer and closer to Mario's face.

If Mario opened his eyes at this moment, he would immediately see the blurry face that was already close at hand.

But unfortunately, he did not open his eyes at this moment, and he knew nothing about it.

Since he had been drifting on the sea for some time, Mario slept very soundly after returning to his home.

But his peace of mind was suddenly broken by a cold and alert female voice at six o'clock the next morning.

"Who are you? Why are you in my house?"

At the door of the bedroom, Gina was holding a pistol in her hand, staring at the sofa vigilantly.

Mario, who was sleeping soundly on the sofa, was awakened by the sound and woke up instantly.

He recalled what Gina had just said, and a trace of surprise flashed across his face:

"Didn't I explain this to you yesterday? I really am your husband."

He thought his wife had just woken up and had forgotten what happened yesterday.

Gina still had a cold face, her eyes full of vigilance:

"I didn't see you yesterday. This is my home. Please leave immediately."

As she spoke, she gestured to the special pistol in her hand.

Mario opened his mouth and asked, still unwilling to give up:

"Have you really forgotten what happened yesterday?"

Gina didn't say anything, but the coldness and vigilance in her eyes betrayed her.

It seems that she really forgot.

But why is this happening? Didn't I explain it yesterday?

Could it be that last night, someone cast a hidden state on me, covering up my previous self?

Thoughts flashed through Mario's mind.

But when Gina, who was standing at the bedroom door, saw that the man in front of her not only did not answer her questions but even said some inexplicable words, the expression on her face became colder and colder.

"I'll say it again, get out of my house or I'm going to shoot."

This was her ultimatum. If the man in front of her continued like this, she would really shoot him.

Mario had no choice but to repeat what he said yesterday.

Having had this experience before, he easily gained Gina's trust.

After all, Mario knows his wife very well and knows many little secrets that only the two of them know.

After a while, looking at Mario sitting on the sofa with a worried look on his face, Gina organized her words:

"Will you be covered by the hidden power every day in the future?"

Mario's expression became more distressed when he heard this: "From the current situation, it is very likely."

"Then don't you have to explain it to me every day?" Gina frowned slightly.

"Then is there any way to bypass the hidden power and make me remember you?"

Mario fell into deep thought, and after a while he finally spoke his thoughts:

"How about you try to write it down?"

"Then put the text at the place next to your bed where you must read it every day, and see if the trace left by your means can avoid the hidden power."

When Gina heard this, she thought it was a good idea. She immediately found paper and pen at home and started writing and drawing on the paper.

Given the previous example of a double portrait being turned into a single portrait, Gina was cautious not to leave Mario's name on the paper.

She only wrote one sentence: the man on the sofa outside the door was her husband, so that she didn't need to panic.

In order to convince herself tomorrow morning that the contents on the paper were written by her, Gina added a little secret that only she knew on the paper for the first time.

While his wife was writing, Mario took out a ring from his body.

On top of this ring, there is a scarlet stone of unknown material.

On the surface of this scarlet stone, strange lines converge in the middle, forming a 12-winged angel with a painful expression.

The angel knelt on the ground, his body covered with barbed thorns, and scarlet blood kept flowing from the wounds.

It was as if this unknown stone was dyed red by the blood flowing from this angel.

Eros has two such rings, which are standard equipment for members of the Blasphemy Club.

Mario stroked the surface of the ring in his hand and muttered to himself:

“I hope the next party will come soon!”

Time passed little by little in this depressing atmosphere.

At night, Mario watched his wife go back to her room to rest, while he himself sat on the sofa, unable to sleep.

The night was quiet, so quiet that it felt a little scary.

Mario leaned back on the couch, listening to his own breathing while playing with the ring in his hand.

The bright moonlight shone on the side of his face, making his face half bright and half dark.

Suddenly, a crisp ticking sound broke the deathly silence in the room. Mario turned his head and looked in the direction where the sound came from, and saw that the pointer of the wall clock was pointing to 12 o'clock.

It seems that the ticking sound just now was the time signal sounded when the wall clock reached the hour.

After realizing that it was only the sound of the wall clock, Mario withdrew his gaze and continued to stare at the ring in his hand.

However, the moment he turned around, his shadow slowly moved.

The dark figure gradually changed from a flat surface to a three-dimensional one. It slowly stood up from the ground and stood beside Mario, lowering its head and moving towards Mario's face.

Mario seemed to sense something strange and turned his head to look to the side. His eyes swept directly over the dark figure that was close at hand and looked in other directions.

It was as if the black shadow in front of him did not exist.

Mario frowned and whispered to himself: "Is this an illusion?"

Just now, he had a vague feeling that someone seemed to be watching him.

But he used his spiritual perception to carefully sense his surroundings, but found nothing. In the end, he had to blame it on his own excessive nervousness, which led to an illusion in his perception.

Shaking his head and gathering his thoughts, Mario stood up and poured himself a glass of water.

Just as he stood up and left his seat, the dark shadow slowly turned his head and kept his eyes on Mario.

He just watched quietly, observing everything that happened to Mario silently.