Another World Bookstore in Yokohama

"squeak--"

The door of the bookstore was pushed open and closed automatically, and pedestrians from Ayatsuji walked in from the door.

As usual, if he didn't say hello, he just walked straight to the place where the staff usually rest in the bookstore, and sat down sullenly.

The melodious bell is still going on, and it is not static.The music that is heard in Ayatsuji Xingren's ears now is different from the clear and intense early morning, on the contrary, it is gentle and outrageous, and it makes people want to cry when listening to it.

want to cry.

want to cry.

Provoked by his sudden thought, he let out a small smile, and Ayatsuji Yuki clenched his head tightly.

It's impossible for me to cry, but today is really too much of a failure——

Although the opponent was severely injured, the old man still took the opportunity to escape.

When the people of the detective agency were confused because of Junichiro Tanizaki's sudden attack, when he was about to catch him, the red-haired lady who ran out of nowhere brought the old man to Ayatsuji pedestrians. to the place.

Is a wise man sure to lose something if he thinks about it?It's what the old man often said. I didn't expect that it would really come true to me today.

The girl he thought he had already controlled suddenly reversed like that.

Then it was estimated that in the girl's space (he knew her ability), the old man seemed to have done something, and then he kept searching around the museum by himself, and finally saw only Lucy lying unconscious at the door. The scene on the ground.

There was no clue where the old man had gone.

hateful.

"Take a break when you're tired."

A person sat down on the chair next to him, and Ayatsuji pedestrian who heard the voice didn't look up, just smiled and said, "It's just a little bit of annoyance, I won't let that emotion affect my thinking too much."

"That's good," said Gide, holding a book with a blue cover in his hand. "Has the man you were with before been sent back?" He was talking about Fyodor.

Ayatsuji pedestrian nodded, "I was escorted away by people from the Supernatural Secret Service Section 10 minutes ago."

"What about you?"

"I'll go back at noon tomorrow and tell them that I need to deal with the follow-up."

"Oh...."

Standing up suddenly, Ayatsuji pedestrian looked sideways at the white-haired man who looked up at him strangely, "I'm going to get a book."

Walking to the front of the reasoning bookshelves lined up alone, without using the book search machine, Ayatsuji pedestrian searched for the book according to his memory.

The footsteps stopped, and the blond man stood in front of the mahogany bookshelf, and pulled out a single volume with a black spine from it.

The cover has a black base, with a strange and beautiful color pattern, and a prominent white title and author's name on the top.

["The Threshold of the Iron Rat" Kyogoku Natsuhiko]

***

United States, New York.

In a luxurious villa, a beautiful woman hugs a lovely young girl.

Francis next to him watched with relief.

Against the backdrop of the melodious bells, he was in a good mood to recall the past.

Those hard but not beautiful days of struggle, those happy pasts with young daughters and wives, those painful and sad pasts when the wives lost their minds after the daughters died.And all of these, all, are covered up by the happy smiles of the family members today, leaving only the warmth and joy of reunion.

-

yesterday.

"Mom, long time no see." As soon as the girl entered the villa, she ran to the woman waiting at the door and hugged her fiercely.

Being attacked by the sudden embrace, Seltan was stunned for a moment, then he came back to his senses and hugged the girl in his arms tightly.

"It's too late, Jacqueline, even if you go to school in another place, you still have to call your family." The woman complained with a smile, "Mom is really worried about you."

"Mom..." Jacqueline blinked her eyes, subconsciously turned her head to look at Francis, and got a helpless smile.

"You too." Letting go, Seltan looked at Francis and said what he had been holding down, "What are you messing around outside, almost lost everyone. I heard from John that it was thanks to our wedding ring, so barely survived."

"Fortunately, the real estate in the family was not consumed much. This villa can still be lived in, and usually rely on the support of John and the group to survive. It is really hard to imagine how those days were passed." Seltan sighed.

Francis covered his head begging for mercy, "Sorry, I should have thought of it."

The woman waved her hand indifferently: "Forget it, the past is the past, and the present is the present. I'm looking forward to a happy life with Jacqueline in the future~"

Listening to the conversation between her parents, the girl faintly understood something in her heart.So when she heard her mother mention her name, Jacqueline subconsciously followed the voice.

He met his mother's eyes.

"Mom, do you want to go to the playground tomorrow!"

"Huh? How old are you—but well, it's rare for my daughter to come back."

"Mom wants to go too—"

"Jacqueline," the woman's fair face flushed.

"Wow, Seltan is shy!" Francis teased.

The woman looked over displeased: "My dear!"

After a moment of silence, the family of three laughed heartily together.

-

"Wow, it's so beautiful!" Jacqueline stood in the garden and was about to lie down on the flowerbed behind her.

"Plop." The girl sank into the flowers, surrounded by clusters of orange tulips.

Beautiful and beautiful flowers enveloped her, and what lingered in her ears and nose were all those natural floral fragrances that smelled good but not too strong.

"Obviously there were not so many beautiful flowers yesterday, but today the whole garden is full. Even on the stone road, there are some flowers and grasses emerging from the soil next to it. It's really—"

The girl cheered: "It's so beautiful!"

Francis laughed: "It looks like the world wants to congratulate us on our reunion."

"Perhaps today can be regarded as a unique anniversary for our family."

"Anniversary!" Jacqueline sat up abruptly, looking at the blond man opposite in surprise, "Very good! I agree!"

"mom!"

"Seltan?"

The two looked at the luxuriously dressed woman next to them, looking forward to it.

Seltan sighed, and said helplessly: "Of course. Really, seeing you like this makes me disagree."

The man and the girl showed embarrassed smiles.

"Okay, get up quickly." The woman stepped forward to pull up the girl sitting on the flower, "Didn't you agree to go to the playground?"

Standing up with her hands crossed, Jacqueline squinted her eyes and said slyly, "Is mom impatient?"

"That's right, so please hurry up and get ready." Seltan admitted generously, looking at the two who were still in their pajamas and said.

"Oh, dad, don't be dumb, hurry up!" Jacqueline flicked the dust off her body, and ran to her room in the villa, not forgetting to call out to Francis who was still standing there.

"Got it—" Francis yelled back, and ran after him.

At some point, the sound of the bell beside my ear changed its tone and became much lighter. Listening to it made me feel happy and wanted to move.

Seltan was on the spot, smiling and looking at the two running not far away, after a moment of silence, he lay down where the girl was just now, looking at the beautiful blue sky, a drop slipped from the corner of his eyes for some reason tears.

Looking at the sky, she felt as if she remembered something.

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