Mori Chef's self-cultivation

Extend, extend, extend.

It is very similar to the completed drawing with the eraser tool in computer painting. Wherever it goes, it turns into the original whiteness, which is particularly abrupt in a sea of ​​gorgeous colors.Especially when you are in the middle, seeing the streets, trees, houses, and even the occasional birds are doomed and wiped out in an instant, you can only use the word magic to describe what you see Weird scene.

Kurihara Wataru felt more and more like he was in a dream.

Perhaps everyone has encountered a similar experience, mistaking the grotesque fantasy for the real world, as if in order to achieve a certain goal, you must run non-stop, unless you wake up suddenly at a certain moment, you will suddenly realize that you are just busy for nothing. .

But before that moment came, he still had no intention of stopping, and his eyes were full of the same idea—he wanted to meet Atsushi Nakajima, go back to the original "origin", and understand the whole story, otherwise After "waking up from the dream", I'm afraid I still won't be able to get the relief I want.

Since you don't understand, just follow the guidance of intuition.

Anyway, he has always been an out-and-out gambler, with endless madness lurking under his seemingly rational face, and he belongs to the persistent faction who will never give up until he reaches his goal.What's more, he was accompanied by an open humanoid bug. If he didn't use it properly, he would be sorry for his title of heart player.

"I just wanted to solve it quickly and return to sleep, but now I'm really curious."

The black-haired boy who seemed to have the ability to read minds looked back at the sky, looked at his side face instead, and said softly and meaningfully: "I always feel that I will not be disappointed... It seems that we are about to arrive, and that is where Dun Jun is. welfare home."

The same courtyard-style building as in memory appears at the end of the line of sight.

Perhaps it was because of the direct arrival at the destination, this time the journey that should have been about half an hour was compressed to less than 10 minutes, so even if the ability disappeared under the effect of "Disqualification in the World", it still didn't give a lot of attention. Kurihara Wataru brought too much burden, and he almost didn't even have to breathe heavily.

If he hadn't tore up the elegant long skirt in advance, he would probably look more like a rich lady visiting at home at this moment, even if he was holding a little white face in his arms, it wouldn't feel too disobedient.

Who made them both good at deceiving people's hearts? Osamu Dazai, with his tender face, looked no different from a fifteen or sixteen-year-old minor. I'm so weak" breath, no one would suspect that he is a pet of a wealthy family who specializes in eating soft meals, and no one would have thought that he is actually the most cold-blooded and ruthless cadre in the port mafia.

He even ascended to the throne of the leader in another world.

However, in order to prevent his abilities from taking effect and eliminate the orphanage together, he landed again, saying that he just stood outside and waited.

Kurihara Tsuru, who was determined to find out the truth, naturally had no objection. Now he simply jumped up, stepping on the window sill extending outward from the building in front of him, and dexterously jumped up to the top floor step by step, and then looked at the door of the dean's office. The location is directly through the window.

"Bang, bang—!"

The hard glass is like a fragile piece of paper, it instantly breaks into countless crystal fragments under the impact, and splashes all over the ground, scaring the unsuspecting man in the room to instinctively dodge to the right and sit down in embarrassment Beside the desk.

Before he had time to look up to see what was going on, his eyes were attracted by the figure flying into the window. Due to the limited angle, he could just see the first white feet stepping on the broken cellophane, as if he felt no pain He walked step by step in his direction.

Snap, snap, snap.

The sharp edges and corners inevitably slipped through the opponent's skin, causing strands of blood to infiltrate the shards of glass, reflecting a clear reddish luster in the sunlight.Don't think about the source, it is indeed a beautiful picture, as if a layer of soft light filter has been applied to the feet of the visitors, making people forget how violent their owners broke into the room.

It's a pity that the intruder who didn't know what he was thinking at the next moment leaned over, picked out a pointed glass shard of suitable size, and pointed it straight at the man's place.

It was only then that he raised his eyes tremblingly as if being pulled by an invisible thread, and what he saw was a gorgeous, devilish face.Maybe it was because of the angle, or maybe it was the other person's expression at the moment that couldn't be described in words. He just felt the coquettish aura rushing towards his face, which made him unable to look away.

"Dean—"

The handsome boy with indistinguishable male and female called him with a sweet voice, a pair of bright blue eyes curled up in a seemingly happy arc, and he said in a long voice: "Long time no see~ I rushed to visit, I hope you can Be more calm and face the next question."

"...Wh, what?" His voice was slightly dry. I don't know if it was mostly because of fear or other reasons, but it was extremely hoarse and unpleasant.

Fortunately, the other party didn't mean to dislike him, but squatted down and approached him suddenly, put the sharp weapon he found temporarily between his neck, and continued with a smile: "No, I remembered, it seems that we just met each other not long ago. Noodles. Well, I just hope you can explain clearly about that incident back then~"

"Why are you……"

For some reason, his expression distorted visibly to the naked eye, as if he was a puppet, who was controlling him to make actions that did not conform to the human design, so he looked very strange, and even his expression became blank, " It shouldn't be like this, no, something is out of control..."

"I think it's your fault that you didn't clean up the bugs. Or, are you no longer able to control the situation?" Kurihara Tsubasa, who was stabbed by the flashing memories in his brain, looked as usual, and said out following his intuition After making his own deduction, he tilted his head by the way, and softly called out a title that represented a special meaning.

"Tell me the truth, Mr. Dean—"

"Don't be willful." Begged by him (?), the man who was threatened showed a bit of indifference and coldness, and refused without hesitation: "The less you know, the better for you. If you continue to mess around , I will send you out."

The so-called "going out" in that discourse obviously does not only refer to the office or the orphanage, but to some more macroscopic concepts.

Hearing this, the restless cat owner pouted, and the glass "knife" in his hand slipped a little at the same time, pretending to be obedient and obedient.Then he turned his wrist, and it was aimed at his heart. He muttered to himself thoughtfully, "So... after I 'killed' myself, I didn't escape from the "amusement park", but It is another round of "game".Sure enough, all of this was secretly manipulated by you, but why? "

The confusing and chaotic threads are like a ball of yarn damaged by a cat, there are thread ends everywhere, but once you try to pull out one of them, it will be tied even tighter, and there is no way to untie it smoothly.In addition to dealing with it patiently, another way is to chop the mess with a sharp knife, and violently cut off the connected parts in order to take out the core item hidden in the center.

The truth is within reach, no matter what, you can't give up easily, right?

So the curvature of his lips rose a little again, no longer the harmless appearance of humans and animals pretending to be, and finally exposed the somewhat crazy and pathological nature, and said the chilling content with a smile, "If I try to commit suicide again, what will happen again?" What will happen, I'm really curious. I guess, this is the second layer of the "game", my body must still be outside, in other words, the 'I' at this moment is the consciousness body... So, whether it is you, Or is it that the so-called props that can rewrite fate cannot create the same soul? "

"—That is to say, at most you can restore my body. If Mr. Dean is still unwilling to take me to 'play', you can just take the shell away, anyway, I don't mind of."

As he spoke, he seemed to have imagined a wonderful future, and sparkles shone in his eyes, which were ten thousand times more beautiful than the rippling sea.But hidden under that is a powerful force capable of destroying himself, just like the flames of hell, it will destroy his entire body in an instant.

He just stared at the man in front of him with such eyes, and added in a gentle tone: "I am very happy to be by your side in any way. I don't know what you like, Mr. Dean—?"

A long sigh faintly sounded in the air, full of unexplained fatigue and helplessness, but because of this, it seemed extraordinarily gentle, with an indescribable lingering meaning.

"Obviously I want you to recognize your own emotions, but in the end, you have to accept the test together with me... You really don't want to suffer as always, Xiao She."

At the same time, the clear sky outside seemed to speed up the cracking speed, just like the broken glass window before, with blue pieces falling continuously from above, like a special sun rain.Beauty is beauty, but inexplicably it makes people feel a little ominous and sad, as if they understand that they are witnessing a certain world collapsing.

The black-haired boy who was in a watchful state raised his palm and caught the first piece of debris that floated down. Seeing it merged with his own ability, it quickly disappeared without a trace like an ice crystal.

When the debris in the sky became denser and denser, the ability hidden in his body that had always existed in a passive form appeared, as if a transparent umbrella was drawn for him, allowing him to appreciate it leisurely. It can be called a broken picture like destruction.

"In the case of snow, at least some wet traces can be left..."

It is obviously something that cannot be touched, but he still tirelessly spread out his palms to meet the falling blue fragments. The kite-colored eyes exposed to the outside reflected the scene in front of him, as if they were stained with the same luster, becoming unsightly. It was as cool and thin as usual, with a bit of a living breath.

But even so, it still didn't change his calm to cold, then pessimistic and world-weary tone.

"But if the human soul just disappears like this, I'm afraid there will be no trace at all. Compared with the death of the body, this kind of demise is the most ruthless. It's really terrible."