In this city, no, in this world, there are countless changeable world lines.

A change in the worldline will change a story, an experience, or even an existential life, but he doesn't care about these things, thinking that only he can change his life.

No, no, no, he still can't do such outrageous things after all, but at least the little influence he has and the position he has at the moment make him not worry about being ordinary and mediocre all the time.

"But it's still very mediocre to pick up something.,Although I don't expect to pick up a beautiful girl who fell from the sky.,But wouldn't it be more fun to have something interesting? For example, a pistol or a poison. products and the like. ”

"Young master, the boss said that you can't touch it, that kind of thing, even if it's a tool we use to make profits."

"Damon, you still like to worry as always."

Kuto Kura said this, and opened a book in his hand that he had picked up in the alley not long ago.

The reason why the two of them went to such a place called 'a corner of the darkness of the city' was that they wanted to get rid of the bodyguards who chased them from home, and Gura only liked to let the tall and verbose foreigner behind him follow him.

His Japanese with an exotic accent is very interesting, and with a fire tattoo on the left side of his face, he looks quite vicious, which is a good way to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Gura opened the fifty-second page of the book he had picked up, and the reason for this was very simple, that is, because there happened to be a bookmark on this page.

Bookmarks?

Kura thought for a moment, remembering when he used to borrow books from the school library.

My grades are not very bad, and I borrow a few books to read when I have time, and the books in the school library seem to be more interesting than the book collection at home.

It's just a pity that Gura never had the idea of using bookmarks, and it was a bit troublesome for him to act like that.

Obviously, the result of being lazy is to forget what you see. Which plot, the director had to watch it again.

That's a good thing...... The past is connected to the future, but it is the present that determines the future.

Hisa was the first to pick up the bookmark, and the shell of the book did not know where it had fallen, so the title of the book has not been known so far.

At first, Kura didn't plan to pick it up, but he didn't want to see a book left there like that, so he picked it up from the ground.

Perhaps it was the anger of the author of the book that brought wisdom to mankind, but it was also a small rebellion.

This bookmark has a girlish vibe, with a cherry blossom background and anime-style text, plus a hanging ornament at the end. Nowadays, people are really concerned about this aspect.

"Damon, do you think the owner of this book is a girl?"

"Woman? Can't be sure, the text, not very clear. ”

"It's not Japanese...... Where did you ever see it with your dad...... Ah, remember, it's Chinese. ”

“ZHONGWEN？”

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, as long as you can beat up the guy who wants to make trouble, besides, the latter Chinese character doesn't seem to be in the dictionary."

"Me. I see. ”

Jiura stared at the bookmark in front of him, because it was Chinese, so he couldn't read it, but next to Chinese, there was a note in Roman sound.

“rinshi？ Wrong. Should it be said that it is hayashi or something? Lin or something? Lin Xuan? ”

"Young master, it's time to go back."

"There's nothing to do when you go back, so why don't you come and find the original owner of this book...... No, she may have borrowed the book. But the current owner is her, and it should be said that she is the current owner of this book. ”

Kura put the bookmark and the book together and embarrassed the bag, and took off his uniform jacket to look at the street in front of him.

The words were spoken. But to find the girl named 'Lin Xuan' who lost this book, it is unknown where to start.

"It's too early to give up, and I don't know if there are other clues in the book."

Kura, who took out the book again, walked forward, and Damon behind him followed quietly.

He walked briskly over to Kura and pointed to the large-looking watch on his wrist.

"Young master, time, go home early, the boss will have an early meeting today, probably."

"Is there anything he has to do?"

"Ask for money, or something, work."

That's not work at all.

Kura replied with a sigh, and when he let go of the first page of the book, he saw the preface.

[This is a book that introduces the real experience of urban thieves...... If you question its authenticity, the text will dispel all your doubts. 】

Kura has also encountered novels that advertise herself as true one by one, but I didn't expect her to like reading such books.

In the face of some clichéd prefaces, Hirora's interest in this book has decreased more or less.

At this moment, a teenager about his own age and a woman who looked like a teacher walked by, and they talked about what seemed to be a comic strip.

Could it be the so-called year-end friendship or something? It's impossible for me and my father at home to do it.

The boy looked at the book in his hand, and it was probably the girlish bookmark of the book he picked up that attracted his attention.

Kura put it away again and passed by the two passers-by.

Walking in the other direction along the block was actually just a circle, and Kura didn't have any particular place he wanted to go.

By the way, Kura turned around and planned to ask Damon if he had experienced the city's newly built rides, after all, he had been going with a few female classmates in his class before, and he hadn't played seriously at all.

In addition, Kura wanted to see Damon's expression as he got on the roller coaster.

How would Damon, who usually doesn't reveal his inner thoughts, respond?

Before he could put this thought into action, Damon raised an iron bench from the shop beside him and waved it with one hand, and the clerk let out a panicked scream.

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't ...... on the street! ”

Kura was puzzled and tried to stop it, but found that Damon, who was waving his right arm like a gorilla, used a bench to smash the half-human-high vase that fell from the top of his head.

The next moment, there was a mournful cry from upstairs, it was the man's painful scream, and it seemed to shout loudly, 'My vase'!

Then the boy he had met on the street not long ago poked his head out of the window, with a wry smile and apology on his face, and of course, he also seemed to be terrified, and the blood on his forehead was slowly flowing out. (To be continued......)