【Luanji】Dreamback

Stepping on the brick road has a familiar feeling, and Yicun Luanshu can't help feeling this way.

At this time, most people are still at work. Although there are still people in small groups on the road in Shibuya, it is not deserted, and there is still some distance from the excitement.After getting out of the car, he couldn't help jumping up and down on the sidewalk, striding across the colorful display windows, and then bounced back again next to the lights that turned into little green men, and crossed the road with the scattered crowd to the other end street.

Stepping on the ground of Shibuya, passing by the storefronts of Shibuya and looking at the sky of Shibuya, Yicun Luanshu feels like returning to "home" after a long absence. Every road here should be engraved in the head and drilled in the alleys More surprises can be obtained.

I vaguely understand that I have such a longing for Shibuya but have not gone there for a long time. It is the reason why I came to Ikebukuro first-the random number of FlingPosse belongs to Shibuya, and forgetting these also means that he almost lost the past. The memory of Shibuya, of course, also includes the location of his studio and home.

To put it simply, if you come to Shibuya with no one to bring the random numbers before recalling this memory, you will definitely get lost in the colorful streets, and if you are unlucky, you will faint and wait for God in an unoccupied corner. Gongji Jilei personally came to carry him back.

Speaking of Jinguji Jirei—random chewed the cheap lollipop I bought at the convenience store just now, the taste of the chemical additives was a bit dry, and I couldn't eat it well.

Yicun Luanshu really slipped out again when the other party was busy, but compared to the last trip to Ikebukuro, Shibuya, he only planned to explore alone and didn't find people to stumbling around. With a clear memory, he can Guaranteed that he can run rampant in Shibuya, and he can even find those secret shops and roads that no one cares about.

After recalling part of the memory, Luanshu felt that his body seemed to be much better...Although this was probably just an illusion, Jinguji Jilei told him that it was probably a psychological pleasure that led to a good response from the body. Saying this is a good thing, so that he doesn't have to worry about whether his body will accidentally pass a certain level and be on the verge of losing consciousness.

Jinguji Jirei didn't want to think of too many things.

Even if the other party didn't confess to the random number, it can be seen that this matter, compared with their company this year, the memories of the past can be called a bloody storm, the mutual hatred, the fight, the battle of the battle, hurt each other to the point of death .

If Jinguji Jirei liked him at that time, it would be fighting, scolding or love? No, he would almost throw up when he thought of this. To describe him and Jirei with this kind of vocabulary, he might have to consider using The hypnosis microphone can refresh that person's mind, and it's not bad to simply use up the brain.

Does he enjoy Jinguji Jirei's company?

The answer is yes.For this kind of gentle treatment, no matter who the other party is, you will like it, right?It's just that the over-spoiled tenderness of the other party belongs only to him, Yicun Luanshu, just this thought makes him feel a kind of emotion swelling in his chest, and also makes him think about the necessity of retrieving his memory.

——Tenderness is a poison that makes people addicted. It seems that he also had such a confused experience in the past, and he has developed resistance to the drug.

Jinguji Jirei's careful gentleness makes people reluctant to part with him, but Luanshu longs for the memory he has lost, which is a part of him, and only when he thinks about it is the complete Yicun Luanshu.Even if it makes Ji Lei unhappy, it must be sacrificed. They still have a lot of time to get along slowly, and one day they will all become acceptable to each other.

People can change, Jirei said so.

Besides, if you can't accept the complete Yicun random numbers, then Ji Lei is too much. I heard that love should be blind. It shouldn't be too difficult to ignore all his shortcomings!

Divide your mind to think about other things, and when the boy came back to his senses, the surrounding street scene had changed drastically, and there were fewer people around, and only one or two girls would occasionally pass by his side.Luan Shu found a recess in a row of storefronts. Looking over his head was an upward ladder. He bounced up to the platform on the second floor, lowered his body skillfully, and touched the uneven bottom of the mailbox next to the door with his nails. It took a little fiddling to pry open a seam.

He stretched his hand further in, and what fell out together with the peeling paint was a gray dull key. He messily wiped his hand on the coat a few times to get rid of the debris on the palm and back of the hand, and then used the shirt's Wipe the rust on the keys from the corner of the clothes.

With a clicking sound, although the spare key that has not been used for two years is slightly rusted, it does not hinder its original function. The young man puts force on the glass door with one hand and pushes it open.The wind chime at the door reminding someone of a visit jingled for a long time. When Luan Shu let go of his hand, he still left inconspicuous shallow fingerprints on the glass. The door panel slowly returned to its original position and closed again after losing its support.

In my memory, this place should be a place to entertain guests, but it is not the same thing when I see it. The big white cloth is covered in every corner of the room, and there are various protrusions. I can’t tell what is covered under it. The cloth strips were still hanging on the ground to block the movement space, and Yicun Luan had to carefully walk around the already narrow aisle, and also to prevent himself from stepping on it and slipping.

If it weren't for the colorful pendants hanging from the ceiling and the shelves nailed to the wall with many cute trinkets, Luan Shu would not have recognized that this was the place where he used to work.

He didn't spend more time in the reception area, he didn't think he would throw important things in such a place where people come and go - that would be too stupid, he wouldn't allow his past self to show his feet casually like this broken things. "Yimura Random Numbers" should be very clever, able to abduct Gentaro and Taitong, and turn other Divisions around.

??Actually, you are a bad person.The young man was a little helpless. What his memory told him was not only DRB's cooperation and confrontation, but also some small actions he made that could not be seen. He knew that he always raised his voice in front of outsiders, pretending to be innocent, cute and non-aggressive. , but in private, he is a guy with a low and deep voice, calculating how the plan will proceed.

But he doesn't hate these things, no matter what he does is right or wrong, he knows that it is the most real "Yicun Random Numbers", that is what he is, so he quickly accepts this familiar and unfamiliar image.

Shaking into the personal studio inside, the door of the room was not locked, and it was easy to push open. It didn't look like it hadn't been moved for two years. Thinking of this, he lowered his body and touched the ground. There were shallow traces Can't tell it's been empty for two years.

??Did Ji Lei clean it while he was away??

After thinking about it, I can only think of this answer, but in the past two years, he has either been lying in the hospital or living with Ji Lei in the suburbs. It is not impossible for Gentaro and the others to clean it.

——No, he hasn't been here for the past two years, why didn't they come to find him, but Jinguji Jilei stood by his side instead.

This is not the first time he has realized this problem. Even if he had forgotten everything except Jinguji Jirei a year ago, he didn't think he would have no friends to this point... From the random numbers on the Internet later I am naturally good at interacting with others, and playing in various groups will not get me into trouble.

This sense of abruptness became clearer after retrieving part of the memory. None of Gentaro, Teidou... or Ichiro Samaki were the ones who threw him aside, but only Jinguji Jirei was always by his side.

??Stop it, no matter how much you struggle with this question, you won't be able to come up with an answer. What's more, even if Ji Lei doesn't tell him about the way to retrieve the memory, he knows that finding someone else will only increase trouble.

One more person has one more risk, and there are uncertain factors. Yicun Luanshu doesn't like to make more things that he can't control.

The only uncertainty can only be him and Yicun's random numbers, and "random numbers" dominate this interesting world.

??Hmm, it seems that I have accidentally deviated from the topic. Conquering the world does not seem to be something he should consider now.

Luan Shu straightened up, feeling a little dizzy from squatting for too long just now, he leaned on the wall to take a breath before he felt more comfortable, wiped off the dust on his fingertips with the hem of his clothes before entering the studio.

There are some things inside that should have been a sewing machine, a table, and a mannequin, but at this time they are all tightly covered by white cloth, leaving only vague outlines. If the walls are still colorful, random numbers feel like they have broken into something An unfamiliar space of another dimension.

He approached the colorful direction of the whole space, and found that the walls near the table were covered with pages of magazines that had been published several times. They were properly cut and well-typed, and even though his designs were colorful, he would not be dazzled.

The magazines that were not printed in color near the table turned into manuscripts one by one. The pencil lines on the top have faded over time, but most of the lines and structures can still be seen, as well as the small notes on the side.

Yicun Luanshu noticed that the corner closest to the corner of the post had a four-pointed star, and in the center was a short male skeleton with a small letter R beside it.Looking at the color scheme, it should be a lake-colored baggy jacket and a white shirt, black capri pants and high-rise shoes, which are somewhat different from the black T-shirt, white hooded sports jacket and denim trousers that I am wearing now.

Because it was bought by Ji Lei, the old man's style is not bad if he doesn't buy a bunch of shirts for him to wear. Don't make too many expectations, it will be better for yourself.

The clothes in the manuscript posted next to it seem to be from the wrong age, and the stars form pendants to decorate the clothes.There is also a dark green long coat, which seems to have misplaced the black fluff of the season, and the star appears on the coat this time as a pattern.

??Ah, he helped Gentaro and Di Tong get things.

He stared at the three pictures for more than ten seconds before looking away, and turned to lift the white cloth on the table to let it fall to the ground naturally. There is no difference, not even the eraser crumbs piled up on the table have not been touched.Luan Shu subconsciously took the backing board from the shelf, swept the debris into the empty trash can, and stuffed the plastic bucket back under the table.

He lowered his body and opened the drawers one by one instead.

The first floor is filled with replacement stationery for convenience. Erasers alone are stacked in a corner in a separate box, and less than half of them, about five or so, are left when opened.Unsharpened wooden pencils were piled up in bundles of ten by rubber bands on the other side, together with scotch tape, scissors, needle packs and so on.The paper used for drafting is neatly packed in a transparent hard-shell box to avoid deterioration due to external influences.

On the second floor is a small mannequin that can be placed on the table. Randomly pick it up and turn its joints. The sound of clicking makes him have the illusion that he will accidentally break his hand by himself.He couldn't help but took out several joint dolls of different heights and fiddled with them on the table before putting them back in place and closing them.

The drawers on the third floor are particularly large, probably because they are on the bottom floor.As soon as Luanshu opened the drawer, he burst out laughing. As soon as the huge space was exposed to the light, he could see that it was full of snacks. Bags of candies and biscuits dazzled his eyes—it was really "Yicun Luanshu" "ah.

Randomly picked out several bags of biscuits, the dates on them were almost about to expire, so he swept them into the trash can and lay there. The whole bag of candies was heavy. After the boy tore open the package, he found that it was a whole bag of lollipops. The roots fell on the bottom of the plastic bucket and made a crisp sound.

"Huh??" When he almost emptied half of the drawer, a white corner of the back half of the box was exposed.Luan Shu curiously pushed aside the remaining candies and biscuits and pulled out the heavy iron box and put it on the table. The outside was decorated with simple and plain patterns. Maybe it was a snack brand or an accessory box; probably it hadn’t been opened for a long time. It took a lot of effort to count randomly, and the iron cover was pried off only after inserting the ruler of the pen holder into the side gap.

It seemed to be full of papers, and the young man took them out one by one—the information about Gentaro and Emperor Tong that he asked intelligence personnel to investigate Gentaro and Emperor Tong was well stored in the transparent file folder, and some invitation letters that invited him to participate in the design exhibition , It seems to have been sprayed with perfume, but after two years, I can't smell anything.

He removed those miscellaneous things and found a card at the very bottom, which said there was a small totem in the King's District on a black background. , informing them of the invitation letter to form a team, and the threat from that woman??

?? Ah, who is it?The movements froze in place, and Yicun Luanshu realized who he should hate—maybe he should hate a group, but he couldn't remember why he wanted to hate, and who was the object of his hatred.

This made him more sure that his memory was still missing, including the things before DRB, the past, and what happened to him after DRB ended, all of which he should retrieve.

But... a little fantasizing about Gentaro and the others.Lowering his eyes, the boy put the things back into the box one by one without saying a word, and then closed the iron lid with a sound of clicking and stuffed it back into the bottom of the drawer.There's always a sense of emptiness, whether it's memory, emotion, or something more sophisticated.

There is a feeling that I have changed. The former Yicun Random Numbers should be packaged as sugar balls on the outside, with a high tone of voice like a child who can't grow up, but inside he doesn't care about other things, anyone can be manipulated as a toy the person in charge.Why do you have feelings for something that shouldn't be entrusted to you? It's obviously just taking advantage of it.

What about Ji Lei?Is he also using Jirei now?Is the chaotic emotion that has always existed in his heart really love that he cannot understand, or is he simply using it, that impulse to get closer and explore more about the other person is just to use it to learn more about the other party?

It's so troublesome, why is the relationship so complicated.

The young man temporarily gave up trying to clarify his feelings for Yumeno Gentaro, Arisukawa Teito, and Jinguji Jirei. That is not a question worth discussing. Thinking about it, his head is almost overheated.

Moreover, these contradictory settings are not allowed.

?? Ha, who cares so much about him.

Closing the drawer as if venting, it slid out again with the sound of the touch, Luan Shu directly kicked the things back to their original positions, then picked up the white cloth on the ground and covered the table top again, turning back into a state where nothing could be seen.

In the afternoon, Amemura Luanshu rushed to his residence in Shibuya? It should be said that it was the residence two years ago. The guard at the door of the apartment was still the old gentleman from before. Flip in.

It didn't go well, Luan Shu fell into the bushes, the rustling of leaves made the old guard turn his head, and finally just sat there as birds flew by.It took a little effort for him to pull himself out of the bushes, wipe off the dead branches and leaves on his body, and walked inside the apartment.

The feeling of weightlessness caused by the elevator did not disappear when he reached the destination floor. His head was a little dizzy, and when he touched his face, the heat was high. Yicun Luanshu suddenly realized that this was the longest trip he had run since leaving the hospital. Once, the body didn't know if it could bear the load.

?? Wait for the old man to pick it up. It's not good to faint halfway.

When you get out of the elevator, you can see the door of your own house. The whole floor is yours, so you don’t have to worry about being seen by your neighbors. Only people who come to other floors have problems at this time.But there is no key... It’s not a big problem. He stepped on the door handle and kicked it hard. Ling Kong’s body stretched out his hand to dial the wind chime by the door, and grabbed it with a little force to stop the jingling sound.

Knocking in reverse, a key just fell into his palm.

There should have been many pairs of shoes in the entrance so that he could pick out a pair and go out, but at this moment it was empty with only a mat on it. The young man looked around the small space, took off his shoes and entered his home.

Like the studio, it is covered with white cloth, and it is possible to distinguish which are tables and which are the outlines of chairs. On the black screen of the LCD TV, there is a small boy with long hair reaching shoulders, and the darkened color is still the same. It can be seen that the pink is gradually purple; he has no expression, the corners of his mouth are naturally flat but there is a feeling of displeasure, he pulls the corners of his mouth randomly, and he is wearing a smiling face mask again, turning his head and not looking at it again the inner self.

He touched the floor, and the light dust didn't look like it was two years old at all. It seemed that someone would come to clean it regularly.

It’s no surprise that the room was covered with white cloth like his own studio and the living room outside. Amemura Luanshu walked over and tore off the cloth on the bed vigorously so that it fell to the ground, revealing the pink bed sheet and the bow-knot-shaped throw pillow underneath. .The boy let go of the cloth in his hand and backed away, then threw himself on the bed unceremoniously - the cotton stuffing on it jumped a few times due to the shock, and the doll leaning against the wall also became staggered due to the shock.

He picked up the pillow and rubbed his face with a cub in his arms. A sense of familiarity surged to him, making him feel that he should belong to this place instead of the two-story house in the suburbs. The warmth made him feel a little dizzy. drowsy.Realizing this random number, he quickly jumped up and patted his cheek, and regretted it until his face was hot from using his face too hard, but now he woke up and couldn't accidentally go back to sleep.

He got up to look through the books in the cabinet. Not surprisingly, they were teaching books for tailors or about various properties of fabrics, and the pages of the books had turned yellow.Next to it are one after another of my own picture albums, which are arranged in different heights according to the month. I always see a book I like outside and can’t help but take it home. I don’t know if there is a notebook that I haven’t written at all. There is no pile higher than myself—well, of course I was joking.

The most recent dates are all signed two years ago. Apart from the clothing designed for women, the rest are all kinds of group uniforms that I drew for FlingPosse. The bright yellow and white outline the most shining side of Shibuya, and my personal style is abrupt. Even if he didn’t write his name on the clothes, he would know who they belonged to: Gentaro is the one who prefers the ancient clothes, and the one with the money totem is Emperor Tong... And the coat with the candy pattern belongs to him of course, the sweetest Amemura Luanshu !

The notebooks in the middle are basically the same, with some pictures specially drawn for the design exhibition mixed in from time to time. Some of the notebooks look very thin, probably because I tore up a lot of paper due to my uncoordinated hand feeling and inspiration at that time.

I didn’t have time to flip through it slowly, so I simply jumped to the front of the book and started to flip it. This time the signature was five years ago, and the paper was obviously not well protected with yellow spots and missing corners. There were even thin pages when I opened it. Sand and stones fell together.

The home page is not any complicated or simple clothing or accessories design. What occupies the entire page is a complicated LOGO carefully drawn with black pen. The artistic font becomes wings extending outward in the middle part, and the four star arches represent the supremacy. crown.

??Th??

TheDir??wg

The boy suddenly opened his eyes wide, and he recognized it. The artistic font said——

【The Dirty Dawg】

Accompanied by the severe pain hitting his head was the ringing of the bell outside, Luanshu dropped the things in his hands and ran to the living room in a staggered manner. The monitor that could monitor the visitors downstairs was on, and the small screen was a brunette. The man unceremoniously slapped the blue-haired man with the brochure on his hand. The man said something pitifully and couldn't hear the random number. The brown-haired man sighed and poured out a bunch of keys from his cuff and beeped the electronic lock. Talent backed open the door and walked inside.

How did Gentaro and Taitong meet??

My head hurts and I can't think well. Yicun cursed in a low voice, and moved his body first to turn off the light in the living room. Seeing that the curtains were always covered, he didn't know if the light was coming out. He randomly stuffed the shoes in the entrance The gap in the shoe cabinet.

I ran back to my room and hurriedly pulled the white cloth over the messed up bed, stuffed the stack of books on the table back to their original position, grabbed only the picture book I read last, turned off the light, and let myself stuff it in. In the closet of clothes, even if it is very stuffy, I dare not make a sound.

The sound of keys turning came from outside, and Yimura Luanshu subconsciously touched his trousers pocket. The spare key was still inside, and he had the impression that he had given his team members his own keys—of course, to Gentaro, to Tei I'm afraid that he accidentally pawned it and didn't know where it was.

But how did they get here at this time?

Can't think, can't think, the severe pain prevents me from thinking about other things, just like that time in Ikebukuro, the pictures and sounds intruded incessantly, trying to cram excessive and chaotic information into my mind.The corners of the eyes were forced to tears, but it couldn't stop these things Ling Chi's nerves.

Someone outside seemed to turn on the light, Yicun Luanshu hugged the clothes in his hands to divert attention, his back was sweating, his limbs seemed colder than usual, the space was stuffy but he couldn't feel the existence of the end, just now the album It was stuffed between the side and the cabinet wall.

"Di Tong, don't fumble around here and there anymore, it's a random number."

It was Gentaro's voice.The familiar voice pulled back his will slightly, Luan Shu moved slightly, and leaned his ear against the cabinet door.

"Ah, sorry, sorry, Gentaro, you must not sue next month!"

"Oh, it depends on the performance of Emperor Tong."

Casually joking, suppressing the urge to go out and tell them that he was hiding in the closet, he cautiously looked out from the only light through the gap between the two doors, the thin line of sight was too narrow, he could only make out a little That blue hair is the azure blue in my memory.

"Hmm? Because someone saw the random number of studios turning on the lights, I was afraid that it might be a thief, so I stopped by his house to have a look, but it seems that there is no need to worry."

"Ah - which guy has the guts to break into the house of our Fling Posse captain, tsk tsk, that's not the case."

"Yes, so as members of FlingPosse, we have to take good care of the random numbers who are not around, and guard our captain's home forever, isn't that right? Ditong."

"What question did you ask Gentaro, of course!" It seemed that the golden beads reflected the dazzling light, and the light in the room was turned off again in the next second, and the thin slit instantly became invisible, quiet All I could hear was my own breathing and heartbeat, and then the sound of the door being closed.

Luanshu waited for a while, until he heard the vague sound of the iron door closing outside, and then he carefully fell out of the cabinet, taking a big breath of fresh air.There was a clattering sound the day after tomorrow, and the clothes and shoe boxes that had not been folded in the past fell out together with his violent movements. Amemura Luanshu stared at the mess on the ground, and decided to face it later.

Without those two people distracting him, he felt that the sharp pain that seemed to tear his mind and nerves had returned, and it felt even worse.He rolled around in the pile of clothes with his head in his arms, trying to calm down the pain a little. There were pictures one after another in front of him, which were close in front of him but did not belong to this time and space.

It's bad, it's gangsters, it's Sun City.

It is the battlefield, the rebels and the field hospital.

Black and white lines interweave the word that was once a legend, the word that was deeply engraved in the minds of people of that era, in the highest place in all of Japan - he was also a part of it.

It should be said that none of the teams that once stood at the top remained, and fell apart. The legend can only become history, and become the name of everyone's embarrassment.

Yes, he met Ichiro and Ichiro Yamada at that time. At that time, Ichiro was still full of edges and corners, young and energetic, and he only had the appearance of a younger brother after meeting them and Zuomaka.

Zuo Ma has already looked like an adult, but the younger brother under the command is willing to put down his body and fight with them, even if he is bullied, he will not be really angry.

?? Jirei, Jinguji Jirei, he met Jinguji Jirei at that time, right?Watching the man on his knees in the smoky, explosive field hospital, the yelling of the rebel army was too annoying, so he couldn't help but kill the people who got in the way first, the rap that is not popular is not at all his opponent.

Jinguji Jirei became his apprentice, and they found Yamada Ichiro and Bikan Zomake in Sun City. This is the structure of TheDirtyDawg. Together, they made films all over Japan and became the existence at the top, and they were regarded as "legends".

If all of this is planned, this kind of harmony and prosperity is carefully planned, who is manipulating other people behind the scenes?Seeing the deteriorating Biguan Zomake and Yamada Ichiro, whoever chooses to watch, whoever chooses to add fuel to the flames.

In the end, all of this was shattered and turned into a mirror. Behind the mirror is the deepest reality. The boy smiled at the man, and the man's confusion about the boy became the tipping point of RapBattle.

——Is that when you lost to Jinguji Jirei?

The additional wound where the rain seeped into the hypnosis microphone seemed to have blood, but it was nothing compared to the pain of being hit directly on the abdomen. Luanshu curled up on the ground with his abdomen in his arms. It was not the ground wet by the rain, but the pile of clothes that had fallen off.

It was his plan to build his proud TheDirtyDawg, and then destroy the legend with his own hands. The warmth he once thought could last forever?? Because they are all fake? No matter how you calculate the success rate, there will be accidents, so you can only destroy it one step faster Otherwise, the one who gets destroyed is yourself, right?

Lowering his eyes, the boy picked up the clothes on the ground without saying a word, folded them one by one and put them back in the closet. The picture album with the TDD totem on the front page was also spread out and fell on the floor next to him. He glanced at it, and it was a large white The sweater has a black letter U, and a black hat with green and orange arrows painted on it.

Putting the clothes in my hands back into the cabinet, I squatted down randomly and opened the bottom cabinet, rummaging through my memory, it took me a while to find the bag that was pushed to the innermost layer, I pulled it out to see the sweater inside, Although it has not been worn for a long time, I still take it out to wash, and it still fits well except for some pilling.

Why on earth don't you throw it away???

No one can explain it for themselves.

Just like the broken past that he decided to give up because of the establishment of a new team, he should have ignored the things that have happened and cannot be returned-he should not regret, and he will not regret what he has done, because these are It was a necessary process. Although it was beyond his expectation that Jinguji Jirei defeated himself, the damage caused by the accident can still be adjusted, just like the later DivisionRapBattle.

——The only regret would come from his underestimation of Jinguji Jirei's ability and let him end up in this embarrassing situation.

Put the picture album back on the shelf, Luan Shu took the bag of clothes and ran to the other side of the room, where there was a desk he used for work. When he opened the drawer, he could see that the laptop was covered by some note papers. take it out.

It took a lot of time to turn it on, and the battery had already returned to zero after two years of storage, so I simply plugged it in and threw it aside.Luan Shu found Jinguji Jilei from his pocket and returned it to him. It should be said that it belonged to his mobile phone. The sound of the collision of broken beads disturbed his thoughts clearly. Perhaps it was because it was the second time that a large number of memories returned, and he did not have a mobile phone like the first one. It was so unbearable once, but the early morning rush and mental pressure still made the spirit a little slack.

After the man returned the phone to him, Luanshu immediately checked the content. The tablecloth was still a group photo of their FlingPosse outing. The farthest Huantarou from the camera just covered the book implicitly, and the corners of his eyes were soft. Smiling, while Ditong grinned at the camera with a hand gesture.

There are few programs in it, and there are dozens of special effects cameras alone. The small games to pass the time are nothing more than music rhythms or placement and development that do not require energy. There are also several photo albums that are locked: click Most of them are related to clothing design or FP travel photos, plus some cute emoticons for him to express his emotions.

The notepad is also written with the daily itinerary and routine precautions. Flipping through the materials randomly, I always feel that something is wrong—too little, just like the memories he retrieved are cut too cleanly, it seems like artificial , there are some obvious gaps in the mobile phone data, as if something that cannot be seen has been deleted.

Who deleted it?Is it he himself who deleted the evidence because he had something that no one could see?

In fact, there is still one candidate in my heart-the person who returned the phone to me, Jinguji Jirei.

That's right, why would this person keep my mobile phone during the coma, and why did Ji Lei make an inconvenient charging stand in the drawer of the study?

So what did he delete - enough information to remind himself of everything?If this is the case, Jinguji Jirei doesn't want to think of anything.

TDD, DRB?? Vaguely connected everything. At first, he approached Jinguji Jilei to form TDD. Then, because his deeds were exposed, he could only destroy the legendary team one step earlier. They regrouped to participate in the DivisionRapBattle?? What they didn't want to remember was that they lost to Jinguji Jirei again.

What about again?

What else happened after this?

Why did the Zhongwang District collapse after he woke up?

Why on earth did Jinguji Jirei hide this from him?

The computer screen finally lit up, Luanshu connected the phone to the computer to retrieve the data, and at the same time looked at the things in the computer memory bank one by one... as if he knew how to do this kind of thing in the past.His past has never been bright but gloomy, and he is a person under the Central King's District. Even if he is not very happy, he can't change this fact.

"Bingo." Luan Shu found the file folder that was mixed with garbled characters from the laptop, as well as the e-mail box he used in the past, which contained records of his contact with Zhongwang District, as well as the information about how he planned everything in TDD .

Figs, Birth women?? Regarding the information about the Party of Words, he was really crazy to collect their handles in private in order to destroy those women in one go. If he hadn’t fallen into a coma later, he would not have known about it. Cut those people to pieces several times.

He re-read the message several times, and he can understand most of the things. Regarding how they planned the feast of DivisionRapBattle, the "Yimura Random Numbers" in the message kept changing between cute and lovable and indifferent and blunt expectations, and he could still see which ones were If you deal with it perfunctorily, which ones are you losing your temper.

"Failure"?? What is that?Why can't my emotions fluctuate in the direction of displeasure as soon as I mention this word, even now I can feel the disgust engraved in my bones gushing out because of that word he doesn't understand.

After backing up all the data to the phone, Yicun Luanshu turned off the laptop, unplugged it and put it back in the drawer, not forgetting to throw back those note papers so that the picture doesn't look so uncoordinated.

Long-term use of the computer caused sore shoulders and necks, and Luanshu got up and stretched his waist—the pain and fatigue that he had temporarily forgotten because of his concentration surged up again, making him almost cursed secretly, and grabbed the edge of the table so as not to hurt himself. fell to the ground.

Kneeling halfway, his trembling fingers finally hooked the mobile phone on the table, and turned off the words successfully stored on it. The young man clicked on the address book without hesitation, and immediately saw the name of the cohabitant with just a few strokes.

"Hmm? Jirei, I accidentally stayed outside for too long. I'm so tired now..."

"Come pick me up, pick me up! Otherwise, I'll just pass out on the road? By the way, I'm in Shibuya!"

"Hey, I like Ji Lei the most—! Waiting for you!"

Yicun Luanshu hung up the phone and turned around to see himself in the full-length mirror, even with a cheerful tone, there was no sign of the corners of his mouth turning up