"It's really rare. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

She let go of her fingers gripping the shrunken eyes, trying to see the slight panic hidden behind his eyes.

"I've seen it all, I don't intend to hide it, I strongly disapprove of your approach." He walked towards the door of the black hole, but was stopped by Lu'er.

"The Three Laws will actually go to the point where there is no solution to a certain extent," he said, looking back at Lu'er. "I would think that it was a hurtful act of making a wish with you, and the first one is no longer valid."

"But old man, he...

"You said him?"

Luer was afraid that she had leaked her secrets.

"yes, I've seen him."

Hitomi has always been bad at lying, and Lu'er is clear about this.

The fourth law, that is, the "being" that does not exist, believes that there is, and if you do not believe, you do not. ”

"Do you know his past?"

The secrets contained in the old grandfather's fairy tale book tightened her heart, lest he shut up.

Since the day he came to the bookstore, the old man's bookstore has kept those fairy tale books with yellowed covers, which is also unique in the town. It stands to reason that these books should have had a purchase list, but Luer never saw their subscription records appear on the old man's book list, as if they had been lying there quietly since a long time ago.

"What are you kidding, I don't know. My existence only began the day you made your wish," the corners of his mouth froze, as if he thought of something that would haunt him, and he stopped on the edge of the stairs.

"Until your desire disappears."

Her head was a little clumsy, and she only saw the shrunken pupil's closed lips.

"Oh, that's it..."

..。

[Today is October 26th]

【We went to the café early in the morning.】 】

[I'm in the café right now.] 】

..。

As to why the hostess left the bookkeeping to herself, it was her question—without even giving a reason, she instinctively handed the quill to Lu'er.

Square-niped, made of metal, made in the far West.

..。

That's good, too.

Lu'er thought as she stood on the edge of the square table. It was evident that the kind hostess had just asked her to remember something, and that Lolita had escaped from her home to escape the heart-rending loneliness. Hitomi was out of sight of the two, holding a cup in her hand, but her gaze was still on herself.

The black and white overalls.

Since he didn't have the right size of overalls, he was still very reluctant to put a loose and large "fabric" on his body, which caused Mengdian to smirk on the side.

"I won't take you out next time!"

The girl poked her head out and looked at the elongated face in the glasses lined up in the distance. She was placed in the grille under the wooden table by the shrunken eyes, and her body was covered with a little light.

"Who are you talking to?"

The dream is magnificent, but in fact, he is afraid of being seen.

She is a combination of the three laws, which makes Hitomi a little uncomfortable. The events of last night tossed him until dawn and did not close his eyes. Mengdian is sleepy-eyed, with waist-length hair, she is a small doll.

"Alright, great... Miss Mengdian"

She watched as the boy reluctantly added an adjective to her name, his eyes full of anticipation.

。

..。

He was a boy who had been left behind in his own place of light, and he could only sing alone every day from the tower he had built. Once, the moment he stretched out his hand to touch the sun, he screamed nervously, lest the scorching sun hurt him.

The tower collapsed and fell in height, and then the crack closed, and the outer wall grew again, away from the sun.

There was only warm laughter and the mischievous gaze of the sun.

At that time, how many Freemasons were still there?

At least not ten fingers, right?

..。

。

In the blink of an eye, the elongated face disappeared into the clanging of the plates.

The wide cuffs vanished from her vision, the door of the grille opened slightly, and she leaped lightly with a long gothic ribbon, standing in the massive shadow of the wooden table. The candlelight peeled away her shadow, and the white cross on her sleeve sunk into a curved shadow, carrying her long hair to the other side of the wooden table.

Luel didn't notice that the creature beneath her feet was tugging at the corners of her skirt and crawling upwards - Yumenori's weight was too small to attract the attention of the human tactile reflex nerves.

"Lu'er!"

The last time I was in my own place of light, that angry little face still had lingering palpitations.

In any case, I am really afraid that this "king" will do something drastic. The disgust on the surface is actually similar to the inconsistent emotions in the human heart.

"Lu'er... Ah~"

The skirt was merciless, leaving her behind.

For some time afterward, Black Cross used to taunt her for the fact that White Cross's ass was lying on the ground louder than her crying.

"Why should the writer put my body.."

Bean-sized tears dripped to the ground against the candlelight, a mirror exposed in front of the white cross, and her tears and smiles were reflected in it, incomparably clear.

"It's so small!"

Hitomi shook her head, thinking that she must have been hallucinating due to lack of sleep, after all, his actions last night had kept him from closing his eyes.

"I'm!"

Furious, she leaned against the corner of the grille and hung her head.

Obviously it is a human being, and it is obviously by relying on its own three laws that it is able to "create", "eliminate", and even "separate" things in the place of light. [Quote from Sigmund Freud: Dreams are a continuation of reality.] It is also a metaphor for the characteristics of reading glasses themselves] but they can't even attract attention.

It's simply the greatest irony of reality and dreams!

The moment the grille was closed, the dream woke up like a dream, and was so surprised that he had forgotten where "he" was - and the book [home] was firmly locked in the grille.

Anger doesn't solve the problem.

She thought.

Dark cotton boots, wide cape, one tall and one short, one male and one female.

"Cafe."

"Maid, adjective postposition."

"Purpose."

"Rest, three times."

Push the door of the store by hand, and enter the room with long hair.

"Hello, excuse me..."

Although Lolita saw the two for the first time, she felt familiar.

"Something?"

"Coffee, black."

"Purpose."

"Taste, once."

"Good.. Target. ”

The girl reached out and put the sugar clip in her mouth from the top of the stage, her face beaming, provoking Lolita's anticipation of her cheerfulness.

"I'll be right away, please wait a moment."

"Thank you."

"Attentive service."

"Purpose."

"None."

The boy smiled, and the cloak behind him was folded away by the girl who was traveling with him, turning into strips of cloth and tucking away in the duffel bag he was carrying. Maroon hair smirks mysteriously under the wizard's hat.

Singing and harmonizing, the way of speaking attracted the gaze of Hitomi Shaki, but the ornament on the girl's chest said everything about the other party.

It's like a keyhole, opening silently, caught off guard, and with nowhere to escape.

A small cross, one horizontal and one vertical, one black and one white.

Oh, what a chic metaphor, what a glaring proclamation!

Mengdian saw this scene through the grille.

That's the sign of a Lost Freemason, a symbol.

Black Cross, you are indeed the same as me, and you have been discussed and disputed by the world.

Looking down, the white cross at the cuff is as graceful as the first time I saw it, like every three autumns.

The two of them sat at the table, their lips closed together, and Mengdian dodged the crowd of people's footsteps and came to the girl's feet.

"Clues."

"Not found."

The boy sipped his coffee, closed his eyes and whispered.

"Travel time."

"Three months."

The girl puts the sugar cube in her hand into the black liquid. The black-and-white interweaving of coffee and sugar cubes made Mengdian dumbfounded.

"Villain."

"Catch, begin."

The glass fell from the sky, and Yumeden felt so "great" that she didn't even notice that the girl's keen eyes locked her firmly as she climbed into the chair. For a moment, he seemed to be too dazzling, attracting the boy's onlookers.

The girl flicked the rim of the cup with her fingers, and the eardrums of Mengdian were almost shattered, and the little man cried out helplessly, pounding his hands on the glass, but no one paid attention.

Everything around them seemed to become strange, and they seemed to only care about the delicious food in front of them, not caring about what was happening under their noses. Black Cross once said that human arrogance seemed to be imperceptible to even themselves.

Isn't that the greatest sorrow of human nature?

"Books."

"Look for the Dream Classic, fast."

"Cafe."

"Extraordinary."