Open your eyes.

The fog lifted, and what remained in front of us was a bleak reality.

The beds in the Presidential Suite are very comfortable, as if they have the softness of a waterbed and the flexibility of moderate support; The futon was also made of the best fabric and the best thickness for the seasonal climate.

There are some girly scents on the pillow, which does not belong to any kind of high-end perfume, just a simple shampoo and a natural girly scent.

Are you playing a game now?

Mercer turned her head to the TV, where Eri was wrapped in a thin blanket and sat on a cushion with her knees facing the game.

Wearing a pair of headphones, holding a controller, and paying full attention.

The curtains on the other side of the room were carefully closed, and the lights were not turned on, and even the light of the screen was mostly obscured by Eri's posture of trying to stand up, so that most of the light he saw was only reflected on the sides of the long crimson hair.

On the table was an open cookie, presumably her breakfast this morning; Next to the opened packet were another box of unopened cookies, as well as a carton of milk.

Even breakfast ready?

He got up and got out of bed with some irony, ready to ring the bell and call for a formal breakfast.

[Good morning.] ］

Despite wearing headphones with very good sound isolation, in the case that Mercer did not deliberately cover up, for the emperor, the sound of him lifting the quilt was enough to alarm her from the game.

Eri took off the headphones in an orderly manner, put the handle aside, and picked up the shorthand notebook she carried with her to write.

"Good morning. Did you sleep well last night? ”

She nodded in response, looking a little reserved.

It's no wonder that no matter how thick the lines are, they suddenly follow someone they don't know to an unfamiliar environment, and they still sleep together in ignorance, they will feel restrained.

But her next 'remark' caused Mercer to retract this common sense conclusion.

[Get some more sleep, or you'll be sleepy.] ]

Her childish face was full of seriousness, and it seemed that she knew the consequences of lack of sleep.

Probably because I stayed up late to play games and things like that.

In order to prevent Mercer from going his own way, she even more earnestly held his shoulder, trying to push him back into bed with the strength of the cat.

"Actually, I don't have to sleep."

Mercer had to explain to her patiently.

"Just like you can't speak for some reason, I don't have to sleep for some reason."

The big question mark seemed to appear on Eri's head, and then gradually shrunk, transforming into a look of understanding or not.

[If you sleep, will something bad happen?] ]

Since the cause is similar to hers, the result should be similar.

In addition to pure logic, there is also a faint expectation and desire to be recognized.

“…… Probably, not a good thing. ”

Of course, the fog in his mind only appears in dreams, and in reality, he is extremely awake and always awake.

But—

That's not a bad thing after all.

Mercer muttered a vague cover, then reached out and gently smoothed her hair.

"Thank you for taking care of me at night."

The smoke and dust mixed with a lingering trace of blood were the indelible proof of last night's big action.

The breath of destruction and chaos.

However, Eri didn't care, as if there was nothing, and approached him without hesitation, so that his hand could caress her hair more smoothly.

As docile as a domestic animal.

[We are one kind and should help each other.] ]

It's always that serious and unquestioning look.,Everything that is written、It's the unchanging truth that exists in the world of that simple and innocent girl named Eri Uesugi.。

"Would you like anything else for breakfast?"

[Think.] ]

"How about fried bacon with eggs?"

[Hmm.] ]

"Then why don't you try Chinese-style fried dough sticks and soy milk?"

[Okay.] ]

"-You're really not picky."

[Because we want to eat together.] ]

“……”

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It's not a noisy Tokyo morning.

In the center of Shinjuku Ward, there seems to be a remnant of yesterday's blazing flames, and there are no survivors in the black-and-gray buildings. Firefighters and paramedics rushed in one wave after another, full of hope, and walked out in waves of dejected corpses.

The police had already set up a long blockade line from a kilometer away, and were equipped with a full set of anti-riot equipment, and even the Joint Self-Defense Forces, armored vehicles and tanks were dispatched to deter.

However, the people remained outside the blockade and refused to leave.

Some shouted at the loss of their families, some wept bitterly in the ranks, and some threw stones at the police, brandished sticks, and scolded the government and the police for their incompetence.

They include university students, young people who have just entered society, and middle-aged people who have seen or participated in the demonstrations of the RB 60s have been awakened by their pain again after many years of absence, and have become the mainstay of the demonstrations.

No one can solve the incident, no matter how much they confront each other, no matter how much they vent to each other, the only thing people can do is to maintain the status quo, the status quo that is about to collapse.

Asami Sato sipped a beer and sat on a bench on the side of the street, looking wearily at the people who surrounded the police not far away.

News of a major terrorist attack in RB's Shinjuku district has spread to the rest of the world at the same speed as the Internet: for example, Xwen Network in China, NBC in the United States, BBC in the United Kingdom, and so on. These big media outlets will be informing their people of this news at different times of the day and spreading it out in a big way.

Only the RB incident has barely officially appeared on the Internet, except for some rumors and the release of a physical newspaper.

Under pressure from the government, the newspaper was sold out two hours after its release, and was then circulated in the vast city of Tokyo.

This will undoubtedly only suppress the outburst of cries later.

Within a minute of her submission, the editor-in-chief gave her at least three months of paid leave, stating that it was likely to be extended indefinitely.

Pressure is one thing, and profit is another.

No journalist can resist the temptation to report first-hand about such news, even if the editor-in-chief is long past the age of working hard for a career or money.

At present, the government has put the editor-in-chief under house arrest, and the end may not be very good; As for her who got the first-hand materials, she was only restricted from leaving Tokyo, and she needed to be prepared to be summoned for questioning at any time.

Hawkers, the process is a bit tortuous, but her goal has undoubtedly been achieved, and it is a big success.

Asami Sato opened a can of beer again, accompanied by the fried chicken nuggets she had just bought, and stared drunkenly at the phantom figure of the crowd, as if it was the soul of the victim, condemning her for taking the opportunity to become famous for her immoral behavior.

People need the right to know.

She said this to herself in her heart, but she still couldn't glorify herself as a media fighter who fought for freedom of speech and information.

But ah, the current society ......

"Grunt, grunt, grunt—"

Draining a can of beer in one go, my vision blurred more and more.

Conscience is good, but conscience is also not needed.

So if you have a conscience, then please cherish it, but please don't let it speak.

Just be silent and just wait and see.

"子为の網梦に聦た (as I dreamed of when I was a child) Ancient の Magic のように (Ancient magic) 暗さえ砕く力で (With the power to crush the darkness) smile む君に会いたい (Go to meet you who smile)......"

The phone rings.

Asami Sato collapsed on the chair in a daze, opened the flip cover, and pressed the answer and hands-free buttons.

Moses Moses...... Yes, Asami-chan......"

The voice of Rin Hisamoto.

I didn't feel it when I drank it before, but once I stopped and relaxed, the energy of the wine continued to rush up to my head, stirring up my normal thoughts into a mess.

But only the voice of Maru Hisamoto will not be misheard.

"Hmm...... What's wrong......"

Reluctantly squeezed out a smile and said a few syllables into the phone, but Rin Kumoto didn't seem to hear it, and there was a tremor of fear in his usually cute voice.

"I ...... I'm so scared......"

Fear?

"It's so dark here...... I can't get in touch with Zhenfan......"

Maho Omori –

That guy who is dead reading, thinking crankily all day long, seems to have a lot of ideas, but it turns out that he is still unreliable-

No, no, what was I thinking......

"Hmm, it seems to be light?"

Turns out to be lost, this guy.

"Yikes! What ......"

An exclamation, and a shattering sound, woke Asami Sato from the paralysis of alcohol.

Worst!

Although it is not yet known what happened, it will certainly not be a good thing.

Must –

She must be found.

Kicking open the bottles and cans next to the seat, Asami Sato staggered and turned on the positioning system of the mobile phone.

Luckily, the stupid guy had always been lost, so he had a system in place to locate her.

It doesn't look far......

Thankfully, she ran through the confused and angry crowd, dodging the rocks flying in the air.

There is no longer room to think about your future position, and there is no longer the leisure to care about how the whole major event is going.

This morning, it seemed that only her rapid breathing and footsteps were left.

It doesn't seem noisy.

(Today, I re-read the recent paragraph from the previous point, and then it was given out of context, and I fully felt where everyone's resentment came from.)

However, when I incarnated as the author codeword, I also felt:

I'm so tired, I'm tired, I don't want to code words, I want to be funny, I want to play.

Humans are two-faced creatures (laughs))