The marble on the floor is painted with special patterns. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info small squares stacked up, not very easy to identify. It's a mosaic of pixel squares, and you can only feel a sense of substitution when you look at it from a distance.

It is a stately church, with only half of the statues of the gods inside the auditorium, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is "unfinished", but it is not the feeling of "half built". The other half of the silhouette is also there, but the data flowing behind the silhouette is exposed. It's not a display, the numbers 0 and 1 loom in the void. It seems to prove once again that this is not the reality.

In the church, there are no worshippers.

The inner sanctum, which is tens of meters high, is separated by a fence and cannot be accessed.

That's probably not accurate. Asuke reached out, but couldn't touch the fence. It's just up to your waist, and it seems that you can easily cross the height, but that's impossible.

This is the "rule".

On the altar of the inner sanctum, a foggy darkness was suspended. It tumbled, eventually solidifying little by little into a jelly-like gel.

"Gommymon, can you move?"

With wide eyes, Pectin looked around and in front of him at the "humanoid" and spoke in a tone that seemed to be a little puzzled, "My body...... Pittsmon? Asuke, this is it? ”

"The forbidden sanctuary, that's what the game manual says. But the programmers haven't done this area yet. ”

"Strange, the data here is so weird. It doesn't seem like it's a digital world, it's not a human world. ”

"You're in the middle of a web where the Pittsmon were born. This area is specially designated as a play space, and it should be said that it is an 'area' between the digital world and the real world. How's it going, how do you feel? ”

"Looks like he's come back to life. It's just a little sleepy. ”

"Heh, then you should have a good rest. I'll come back later. Before Asuke could finish his sentence, the pectin dispersed into black smoke again. It seems that he didn't finish listening to him.

Around Asuke's body, a dark blue mask appeared. English letters danced on the cover, forming the word logout, and the figure of Asuke in the cover faded little by little until it disappeared without a trace.

Taking off the special pair of "silver glasses", Jotosuke's consciousness returned to his desk. He rubbed his sour temples, but a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"It's good to be back." He muttered in a very soft voice, then he pulled open the drawer, took out another black-rimmed glasse, and pushed it up to the bridge of his nose.

There was a knock on the door, and a mature woman in her early twenties walked into his office and handed the paperwork to Jotosuke, who looked like he was just a teenager.

"Code-5, Miyako Lu of the Cabinet Intelligence Investigation Bureau sent a fax, except for Mimi Taitogawa, who immigrated to the United States, and Izumi Mitsukoro, whose whereabouts are still unknown, the latest contact information of the other six people is on it."

"I'm sorry."

After someone leaves, looking at the address and phone number on the fax, Joto Suke is a little distracted.

For the real world, it's only about a month. But it was a very long summer vacation for him and his friends.

"Anyway, it's finally time for school to start. It's time for me to report to junior high school. ”

For the other children, Asuke may be missing. But it wasn't a deliberate disappearance, it was just a momentary loss of communication. Almost everyone was involved in such a big incident in Odaiba, and the Joto family was only the first to come into contact with the "official", and now it has officially changed its name to the "National Information Processing Agency", and has received the rank of second-class management officer.

I've done a lot for that side these days. Until the Zudun was killed in an accident......

Asuke picked up the telephone on the table and dialed Yamato Ishida's cellphone. Although through the efforts of this time, he was originally just an ordinary elementary school student, and he has become the "president", but he has just been equipped with his own exclusive mobile phone, and Taiyi, Ah He, Suna, Ah Wu, and Jia Er have mobile phone numbers in their contact information, which makes Ah Zhu feel very, very surprised.

"But now that Digimon have materialized into the real world, with the power of the Aether One, this kind of thing is nothing." Thinking so, he didn't pay much attention to it.

At this time, the phone in the busy tone was dialed.

"Moxi Moxi, this is Joto Suke, is it Yamato Ishida?"

The education system in Japan is different from that in other countries. The entrance to school is in March, and September is actually the second semester. Not only Taiyi and Suna, but even Asuke can be regarded as skipping students. The three people who passed the transfer test and transferred directly to the junior high school came to the school gate at the same time the day before the start of school.

"Asuke-senpai!?" Su Na's voice of surprise was mixed with unexpected joy. It is also the selected child, and the sense of closeness is different from the general classmate relationship.

"Asuke-senpai also transferred here?" Taiyi was also quite surprised. It seems that there is no big deal.

"It's not a predecessor anymore, it's a classmate! Taiyi-san, Suna-san. ”

Asuke's tone is still the same serious look, but it is a little different from Taiyi Suna's impression that he is not pretending to be stable now.

The feeling of school, the feeling of giving Taiyi, is different from that of most students.

When I was in the digital world, I was all kinds of unrestrained, but when I returned to the real world, I became like a good boy who obeyed the law, maybe it was subconscious.

Is it emotional or incredible to be able to live a peaceful life like now? Taiichi can't remember how long he stayed in that empty place, and although that time was long, he didn't leave many memories worth remembering, but the days when he lived on Document Island with everyone seemed like yesterday.

However, there are some things that are different.

I waited early at the door of Takeuchi's house, and the old-style Japanese-style house had a completely different taste from the current apartment.

"Morning, Taiyi. You won't have to wait long, will you? ”

"Good morning, Suna. I've just arrived. ”

The girl sat in the back seat and used the bicycle as a means of transportation to get around, which really felt like a middle school student.

The confession was just a few days ago, and the relationship between the two, in the eyes of outsiders, is still only a childhood sweetheart, and it is not close enough to be regarded as a boyfriend and girlfriend.

"In this way, Ah He will become our junior."

"Su-Na-Xue-Sister-this?"

"Haha, that's a joke. Ah, oh no, the bento forgot to do ......"

"I really didn't expect to be hungry on the first day of school."

"Lie to you......"

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PS: About the "National Information Processing Agency" in the new theatrical version,

Administrative legal persons are a type of public legal persons, which are the products of the new trend of public management. In Japan, it is called an independent administrative corporation (Independent Administrative Corporation, どくりつぎょうせいほうじん).

In order to cope with the large and complex nature of public affairs, the public affairs that were originally the responsibility of government organizations were generally considered unsuitable for continued operation as government organizations after implementation, and the public aspects involved were not suitable for them in the form of foundations, so administrative legal persons were set up.

The biggest difference with the foundation is that the source of funds for administrative corporations is the state budget, and personnel are no longer hired by means of state examinations, so as to put an end to the mentality of public servants who lack innovation and only seek faults, and the organization adopts a collegial system, with a board of directors and a board of supervisors, and regular meetings are held to professionalize leadership and execution, and to protect the rights and interests of professionals.

"National Information Processing Agency", the name is super long, and in essence, it is still the same thing, in fact, that string of prefixes can be removed, and it can be directly understood as "National Information Processing Agency".

(The two chapters here were previously placed in the book review section and were posted first.) I haven't written it for many years, and to be honest, I didn't expect that there would be a day when I wanted to continue writing on a whim. Good to tri., Toei good_job. ）