My Bungo system is a little different

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sky was very high and cloudless.

In a bustling neighborhood in Tokyo, pedestrians come and go like clouds, laughing and laughing.

Among them was a tall, handsome man who was walking unhurriedly among them. He was wearing black, gold, and green cassocks. He seemed to be thinking about something without realizing it.

——This may be a good thing, if there are passers-by who get close, the bloody smell lingering on his body will never be ignored.

"Ding--"

It is the sound of the small bell in front of the door that many Western-style stores have.

What was originally just the background sound changed after another sound sounded.

"This afternoon's limited product, do you want to try it?"

Some familiar female voices.And that tone of voice that is also somewhat impressive.

Before Xia Youjie recalled who it was, his body subconsciously stopped and turned to look in the direction of the voice.

It was Beatty in her apron and with her hair all up.

Seemingly unaware of her suspiciousness, she saw Xia You stop, and even went out of the store directly from only leaning half of her body out of the store.

"Dessert or drink, save your bad mood." With a ridiculous sales pitch, Beatty walked very close to the summer oil.

Xia You was about to turn around and leave.

At this moment, I'm not in the mood to listen—

!

The woman standing there held a mobile phone in one hand, just lip-synced to him without making a sound.

The lips pursed together, and then opened rapidly in a explosive sound.

Repeated rhythmically five times.

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"Would you like orange-flavored Obella or white chocolate raspberry mousse?" Beatty asked Xia You, who walked into the coffee shop with a sullen face, as if he was really a waiter, "drinks Either coffee or tea."

"you--"

"Huh?" She responded to Xia You's stressful gaze with an innocent expression, "If you have anything to say, please order first."

The atmosphere in the coffee shop became even more depressing. If there were not only these two people in the shop, the rest of the customers would definitely be scared away.

"Coffee." Xia You finally said, as if to avoid more similar questions, he added, "Italian style."

"Very good." The enthusiastic waitress turned around and entered the bar, and directly brought out a cup of coffee that seemed to be steaming and brewed in less than 3 minutes.

The aroma is very attractive.

Obviously the other party just brought it to the table with a smile, but Xia You actually picked it up and took a sip.

It wasn't until the bitter liquid touched his taste buds that he suddenly realized that this wasn't the case of Beatty making coffee for everyone when he was still at Panxingjiao, but a suspicious liquid handed over by an unknown enemy.

The wariness that came back to his mind made him tasteless, and the hand holding the handle of the cup froze in mid-air because of this.

"Huh? Is it right? It seems that psilocybin is more suitable for adding to black tea—" While Xia You was stunned, the waiter had already seated opposite him, and uttered violent words by the way.

The guest's aura instantly rose to the level where they could start fighting immediately.

"Just kidding, just kidding." Miss Beatty sat motionless, her expression and tone were hard to discern sincerity, "It's just that the coffee beans in this batch are sour, and the degree of roasting is different from the ones I used before. To what extent, I can’t find enough data at all, and I won’t prescribe you medicine without confirming the effective dosage.”

Her words were not so much an explanation as a deeper level of violence.

"why?"

Confused by the other party's inexplicable behavior, Xia You didn't ask such a question.

He himself doesn't know why this specifically refers to those problems.

But the person being questioned seemed to know more about it than him, and he didn't mind analyzing it in detail.

"Let me talk about the most important thing about you first. I want you to understand that death is not something to be rushed for success."

Speaking didactic words, for some reason, Beatty didn't have a sense of arrogance, but was tired from the bottom of his eyes.

Xia You listened quietly.

"Can you solve the problem, is this world terrible, how long is your hand? You are not the only one who thinks about these issues. How many people die on the earth every second? How many people have there since ancient times? If you have exhausted your short lifespan and hesitated to make your own attempt, and feel that the status quo is unbearable, why not think about it 100, 1000 years ago, did people think the same way?" There was a sense of unease in her voice. Concealed tenderness.

But the voice of the god of death that speaks in the ear of the dying is also gentle.

give up.

It seems that I have been persuaded in this way.Xia You thought of it.

Another kind of vague understanding is that Nanako and Mimiko should just be the beginning of this conversation, and they are probably staying in a safe place now.

He remained silent.

"I jumped to the deep pool, no, the cliff, thinking that one day I would die as if I was free. Before I provoked you, how much did this kind of thought occupy you?" Beatty's eyes deeply met Xia Oil looked at each other.

"Your hatred is certainly real. But emotion is not the kind of thing that just needs one kind of intensity to eliminate other kinds, let alone cover up other emotions at your level."

This is the conclusion.

"The last time you talked to me, you seemed to care more about my ability to influence the magic world, Miss Beatty." Xia You's first words after such a long silence were far away.

This time he focused entirely on his 'analysis'.

"Because I'm talking to you now, not Beatty," replied the woman who wasn't 'Beatty'.

"Split personality, what do you call it, this lady?" Xia You unexpectedly and easily accepted this outrageous possibility.

however.

"No. Beatty is fictional, and this body sometimes calls itself Clarice, too. Fictional characters are flat, and the understanding of personality is fixed. Beatty doesn't care about the dead, she cares more about spells developments in the world, and Clarice is a detective, and she likes an intellectual test. I'm a real person, so I care more about people."

While denying that he has a split personality, did he even elaborate on the setting of his personality?

At least it does look very different.

Summer Oil patiently awaits another name.

The face was not at ease, but irritated, tired and depressed. The red-haired woman tapped her forehead with the fingers of her left hand and said, "You can call me Lena Bradbury, the name is my real name."

"Ray wants to prevent tragedy. She hates seeing people die, not just ordinary people, but anyone. She thinks it's silly to see an individual as a superior being, and she doesn't believe in set and done." Bradbury Although she is said to exist as Reina Bradbury now, except for the first sentence, she did not speak with No.1 pronoun.

"So Beatty thinks that I can change my beliefs and cooperate with Wu to overthrow the board of directors, and Lei just hopes that I don't die?" Xia You's words reveal that he has completely thought about what Beatty left at that time, "You still don't want to die?" What a pessimistic person."

He showed a wry smile: "Although the approach is more extreme. Before I came here, I had already fought with the director. Why, do you think this timing is better?"

Although the situation is changing towards Beatty's goal, Xiayou firmly believes that the status quo is caused by Bradbury.

Emotions ruled actions, and he knew it all too well.

An embarrassing embarrassment appeared on Bradbury's face, which was the difference between her and Beatty.Every expression of Beatty is under precise control.

Fictional characters don't get out of hand.

"Ray is always hesitant, and she will delay things until they can't be delayed any longer and then explode. She thought of many strategies to try to force you to survive, but she finally chose to talk to you," Bradbury said. , "If the conversation fails, she will directly tell you the location of Nanako and Mimiko."

An anticlimactic plan.Finally ran to showdown with him directly.

Xia You probably realized that Bradbury didn't appear in front of him until "death is not something to rush for." The so-called detective Clarice was probably the one who played tricks before—

One-third of the other party, or less, why do they care about him so much?

Before he could ask, he got an answer.

"When Lena Bradbury was in the United States, she existed more in the state of Clarice. She did come to Japan after receiving a commission to investigate the world of magic. But Ray wanted to find something in the world of magic. Kind of therapy. She does think she's weird." Bradbury turned his face out the window as he spoke.

The memory of meeting Beatty for the first time suddenly revived in Xia You's mind.

——The red-haired woman gently pulled down the scarf covering her face.

"Because there are a lot of times when I don't feel like a human being."

This is really-

Originally, Xia You felt that Beatty's performance during that time was a perfect performance aimed at him, but now he can only bitterly hope that Lena Bradbury's performance is not a deeper and more perfect performance.

He really can't handle this.If Bradbury cared so much about him because of what he said at that time.

"I...killed a lot of people." A sense of abandonment that was different from the conversation with Beatty permeated Xia You's words.

It wasn't the 'I can't do it' back then.This kind of thing has already been admitted.

In the coffee shop of only two people, there is helplessness, trouble and pain for two people.

"I'm sorry." Bradbury wasn't apologizing for the killing she had nothing to do with it, but for hearing Xia You's confession.

"Both you and Wu feel that I will definitely lose to that young man. But I earned that ending for myself." Xia You also became frank, "Maybe it would be more effective to ask Beatty to persuade me. Well. I can do better, take up my sins and do something that can truly change the fate of the magician. She will say so calmly."

"Sorry." Bradbury apologized again.

"Stop apologizing. This is what I wanted to say the first time I saw you, and now I finally said it." Xia You said, as if including the first meeting with Beatty, "You have nothing to apologize for." of."

"I figured it out, I'll wait until I die, who do I talk to next, Wu? I will go. Of course, for everything I can do." There is absolutely no other reason.