[Hunter] Which is the best dead house technology

The flash mob event that was kept secret by some people started at the busiest time of the comic exhibition.Mi Ji didn't know the whole process of the event, he was just informed by the organizer to appear at a certain place at a fixed time, and finally finished playing the piece similar to a nursery rhyme.Therefore, even if it is one of the participants, it is like opening a candy with an unknown taste when you are in a strange but friendly crowd-or among a large number of ordinary peers.

The ACG exhibition covers nearly one-third of the block.The bustling but hurried shops that have been integrated into Youkexin have all been converted into game cafes, comic teahouses, comic specialty stores, and audio-visual stores; two-dimensional girls in various cute costumes are painted on large billboards; There is a gashapon machine, and the employees of the maid coffee shop are standing on the side of the road smiling and handing out leaflets—all this reminds Miji of Akihabara, the sacred place for otaku in his previous life.

The knight put one hand in his trouser pocket, and the other hand seemed to be casually hanging on Miji's shoulder. "This block used to be a very famous electrical street, but the economy of this part of the street where we are located has been gradually depressed. It seems that some people want to hold an 'ACG exhibition'." Xia Ke's tone was casual, When he makes any judgments, he has a sense of ease and control over everything.When he said this, he hugged Mi Chi towards him with his backhand, and the two of them approached the poster of a cute girl wearing dead water standing by the pool by the shop.And the complete, bustling, jubilant streets and the crossroads where people come and go in strange costumes are presented before their eyes.

Effortlessly avoiding a passing girl in a long-sleeved ancient costume, the knight put his chin on Mi Ji's shoulder, and said softly, "Look, does it look like a grand opening ceremony?"

"You mean, this part of the block will exist in this form in the future?"——just like Akihabara.

"Look at the income. You Kexin needs vitality, leaders need taxes, and gangsters need protection fees and young blood." Xia Ke said, when he looked at the jubilant and excited crowd, his eyes were cold and emotionless, " Young people suffering from secondary illnesses like this are the best cannon fodder, but it is uncertain whether there will be a 'hero' who can 'save the world'. After all, Meteor Street can't satisfy the big appetite of gangsters." He joked He took his hand and poked Miji's forehead, "Compared to the dispensable Electric Street, it's easier to get money from a housekeeper like you."

Mi Ji pointed to the opposite side of the road with a paralyzed face: "The figures in the window of that shop are pretty cool, I'll go and have a look."

Knight: "..."

I understand, it is simply saying "rich, self-willed" with facts.

Compared with the colorful posters, well-made figures, and cosplayers who can be seen everywhere on the street and are photographed, Mi Ji feels a strange feeling.Those peers laughing and passing by him, various cosplayers, photographers with DSLRs, and boys listening to CDs at the other end of the CD rack in the video store—all of them are separated by a thin layer of fog.

When he pulled out a best-selling manga from the bookshelf, the fingers holding the spine of the book twitched slightly.

Killing those people is easy.It takes no effort.

Even if they have the same hobbies, browse the same web pages, argue about the same topic, and fall in love with the same girl.There is also a fundamental difference between him and them.

The world that Mi Chi lives in and the world that those people live in are in the same dimension, but black and white are separated and out of reach.

"No problem, you?" A young boy's impatient voice came from one side, "Do you want to take this or not, don't freeze there and get in the way? -Fullmetal Alchemist? This is super good, if you want to buy it, you can buy it." Take it and leave?"

As if awakened from a start, Mi Chi let go of his hand, and didn't take the booklet; as if the dark side that overflowed in an instant was peeped through, those tentacles that grew quietly in the deep pool in the shadow quickly retracted.Together with the action of him lowering his head and leaving in a hurry, it was like fleeing.

The young man in the leather jacket who was blocked from the road frowned and said "I'm sick".

The knight who was chatting with the shopping guide at the counter turned his head and glanced at the other side at that moment, his sight was like a snake cruising out of a cave.The shopping guide curiously looked in the direction the knight was looking.

"what happened?"

"Nothing." The knight replied, "It's getting late, see you next time, beautiful lady."

When he caught up with Miji and followed the opponent's pace to the square of the block, the fountain in the center happened to be open.The knight stopped in his tracks, and almost all the young people and cosers staying in the square were looking in that direction.

The sun shone through the splashed mist.The sound of the clarinet is clean and penetrating as if flowing from another world. When the light falls on the silver exterior of the clarinet, it reflects the same gentle color that seeps into the fountain.Like a dream come out of mist and light, the boy in the white shirt seems to be melting into the dream.

The Tuanzi Family from Clannd.Music notes and water droplets dripped to the ground together.

A chivalrous man is like the emerald green eyes of an abyss swamp, and he is deeply trapped in such a person.

A human being who speaks a word as if he has to think deeply for a long time and has a sparse expression; a misty light but warm enough illusion; a soul that is unforgivably sinful and full of bloody smell; a clean and thorough shell that knows nothing about the world .

It looks like the same kind, but it is clearly a completely different kind.

Whether it's "Zhiyan" or "Miji", it doesn't look like that person's name.

One is too hot, the other is too chaotic.The knight watched intently as the man finished playing a piece of music, and after a brief pause, he began to play it a second time.

--mouse.

After a few short syllables, a young girl in a red skirt stepped out from the crowd. She wore a button-shaped microphone at her neckline, and her clear and clean female voice filled the center of the square like pearls falling to the ground.

That guy is like a mouse.

She clasped her hands in front of her chest and sang, her red skirt and golden hair were unusually bright and colorful.After singing a few simple nursery rhyme-like lyrics, people with different musical instruments came out of the crowd one after another.First the violin, orchestra, erhu, and then the bulky cello; Western and Eastern instruments are mixed together, but the timbre gradually becomes grander, even if there is a little dissonance gradually, the tune still flows smoothly and cleanly.

Live dirty.Sloppy.indecisive.

Gradually, young people in different clothes came out from the crowd that gathered like a river flowing into the sea.Some girls were still wearing cosplay clothes, and they gradually stood together, with the fountain on the square as the center, more and more people stood together.The harmony also gradually expanded, and finally the solos disappeared, and the choruses of thousands of rivers flowing into the sea could not be distinguished from each other.

Mi Chi didn't know at first that he was the first, and that his clarinet and fountain were a signal.When he was playing with his head down, he was still trying his best to get rid of the dark feeling that he didn't know when he piled up like a mountain in his heart; at the moment when the voice beside him gradually flooded and drowned him, Mi Ji raised his head.

Just for a moment.He is connected.

[Everyone, everyone, together, is a family of hundreds of people. ]

When the last note hits the ground.Everyone scattered into the crowd like neatly collected chess pieces. Mi Ji jumped down from a high place and walked up to the knight.His friend tugged at his ears and said with a smile, "It's amazing, I can be a music teacher now."

Mi Ji: "I only know this song. Teach you?"

The knight took the clarinet from Mi Ji's hand, and tapped his palm like holding a wooden stick: "Okay." He was about to bring the blow hole to his lips, but was snatched away by Mi Ji. back.

"You didn't pay, not even a song."

"Fantastic and ruthless, you are beyond the mark, Zhi Yan."

Mi Ji still had no expression on his face, and he looked the same as usual - with facial paralysis, he couldn't do the difficult action of "turning his face and being ruthless".He just poked Xia Ke's arm with his clarinet. Xia Ke noticed Mi Ji's gaze, stopped his pace, and looked at Mi Ji with a question mark on his face.

Mi Ji: "... so hard."

Knight: "Oh! Even if you praised me so suddenly!... No, when did you find out...? No, now...?"

Mimic: "Biceps." He stretched out his index finger and poked the front of the opponent's upper arm, then looked suspiciously at the knight who seemed to have suddenly languished, paused for a while without asking, but continued, "Xiaker, what are you doing?" It's great to exercise, and I don't notice it at all at ordinary times. Teach me?"

The knight was displeased for a while, but after he pinched the thin layer of muscle on the opponent's body and the obviously soft belly, he immediately smiled.

"You will never be able to do it, give up. You just need to envy me." The smiling golden-haired fox wagged its big tail like this, "If you want to see it, you can show it to you anytime."

As a result, the mood suddenly became sluggish and turned into a joke.

While chatting, the two passed a street in the neighborhood where the direction of development was changed, bought the figure, CD, comics and peripherals that they wanted to buy in (miji), and asked to shoot (miji) their favorite coser, After twisting the gashapon they wanted (miserably), the two walked into a restaurant marked "Late Night Canteen".

As a result, of course, Mi Ji, who can stop talking when meeting strangers, quietly watched on the sidelines. After the knight who talked to everyone with a lot of eloquence, after a short chat with the boss, the two of them were in the same room. A secluded seat was taken.

"What did you order?"

"Hmm... two rice bowls with fish-flavored shredded pork."

Mi Ji's movement of holding the tableware froze immediately.

The knight smiled and helped Mi Ji take out the tableware and put it in front of him: "Are you surprised? I asked you what your favorite food is. There is no menu here, but the food boss can make it no matter where it is, but there is no guarantee of authenticity." That's the taste."

Miki: "The investigative man doesn't even know what my favorite food is. I thought I hid it well."

Knight: "Because you are a foodie. But even if you 'like to eat everything', then there is a 'favorite', right?"

Mi Ji: "What about you?"

Knight: "As long as it's not rubbish, it's fine? Just kidding, let's taste the dishes you like for a little bit, maybe we even match the taste very well."

After the hot bowl of rice was served, Mi Ji tried to teach the chivalrous man how to use chopsticks—he thought that the chivalrous man should learn everything at once, but in the end he had to feed the other party several mouthfuls of rice, and even dispatched After the knife and fork, the knight slowly learned how to use the chopsticks.

Mi Ji angrily thrust his chopsticks into the food.This guy must have grown up eating finger food!

"Speaking of which, why did you choose which song?"

Mi Chi, who was suddenly asked the question, paused when he brought the food to his mouth. He yelled at the food, puffed his cheeks, and tilted his head: "Huh?"

"The Big Family of Tuanzi. Why did you choose this?"

Mi Ji chewed the food a few times and swallowed it down: "I'm not sure, I wasn't the one who chose the song. But I think, um... because "Clannd" is life."

Life?

The knight raised his eyebrows, but did not continue the topic.

When Mi Ji bowed his head and concentrated on eating, he looked out of the window with an extremely contemptuous and careless expression.

——A life in which miracles will appear as long as you yearn for beauty?

Do not make jokes.

A miracle is nothing but the unexpected.

And the person in front of him was already his miracle.

Even if this person is sloppy and indecisive, he is not challenging as an opponent, and he is not at all like a qualified opponent who he knows to beat the enemy.

But well... finding miracles in the initial cruelty and framing sounds good too.

After all, this is a ridiculous, cruel, but unexpectedly wonderful world.