“...... If you have any problems, feel free to come to me... No, it's to contact me... Anyway..."

"Poof... Okay, I'm fine. Go back, it's time for the family to be in a hurry. ”

After pretending to smile and sending Guo Meng to the return bus, his expression faded suddenly as he watched the bus turn around the corner of the street and disappear from sight.

It's painful...

After she said that, it was even more painful than being criticized by the whole school for a whole day...

I always feel that some can't hold on...

Walking to the door of the hotel room that is a temporary accommodation, swipe the card, and open the door. Somewhat unexpectedly, my mother was leaning on the bed... You can smell the alcohol from the door to the bed.

"Leaf fall? Come here. Sit. ”

Contrary to the previous coldness and the seriousness of the admonition with a calm face, the mother, who was full of wine and had crimson cheeks, patted the side of the bed very proudly, and the creaking sound of the bed even made Ye Luo have the illusion that he was already overwhelmed.

"Hah..."

Ye Luo hung his coat and schoolbag on the hanger, and then carefully sat on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed... The concentration of this wine... I always feel like I'm going to get drunk when I smell it next to me...

"How's your day? Are you crying? How many times did you cry? ”

Ye Qiuyu leaned on the head of the bed with his hands on his pillow with interest, looking at his own son who had obviously touched up his makeup. The flush on her face and the drunkenness between her expression made her a little less capable and a little more decadent, but it also made her temperament more youthful, looking like a twenty-seven or eighteen-year-old professional lady, and the usual impression of a middle-aged woman who even had children in high school completely distanced herself.

"Why do you have to make me cry on the premise... Well, indeed crying ... But only once, oh, once. ”

Ye Luo, who was originally going to be strong, was quickly defeated under the subtle gaze of his own mother.

"Let me guess... It's the loss of a very important friend..."

Ye Qiuyu straightened up and hugged Ye Luo's thin shoulders: "How?" What does it feel like to be rejected by everyone? It's very uncomfortable. ”

"Woo... Stop it... Don't want to go again... Thought..."

Even when I got home... Tears... Woo...

Snatched out of the eye again.

"That's right..."

Ye Qiuyu's expression, at this moment, became unprecedentedly gentle.

She turned to let Ye Luo fall into her arms, letting her tears soak the clothes on her chest.

"Cry... Only at such times ... We..."

Just because I know... How important it is to have a place to cry, and it is because of experiencing the desperate pain of having no place to cry that I can...

Hug him.

......

On a certain day in a certain month, in a certain city.

Finally... Even she... Left.

Well, the hero's end... Such an embarrassing gesture... It's better not to be witnessed by her.

Propping himself up, he walked to the door, and then staggered to the last retreat route predetermined.

Hm... It's just a matter of doing your best.

This level of enclosure... It's enough to boast about making those old men think hard.

When I came to the window where I could see the sea, I didn't see the small submarine that was waiting for me.

Well, sure enough... Is the tree down, and the sun is scattered...

Incredibly, you can still laugh in such a situation, even if it is dry and ugly.

So, make up for the last bit of trick.

Zhai Qiuyu tried hard to use his hands that were unable to use his strength to hang the rope buckle on his belt, and then propped his weak body over the windowsill, stepped on the outer wall and the mountain wall and moved down a few meters, trying to fix himself, and then groped for a single operator, took a deep breath, and pressed the switch.

In this way, it can be regarded as an acceptable ending...

A deafening explosion sounded, and countless fragments of buildings and rocks were carried up by the shock wave and flew out, even with their own bodies...

Time stood still.

No, it's not so much that [time] is stopped, it's more like your own consciousness...

[It is worthy of being the contractor of that child, and he also has this degree of mobility under this injury... This will is rare among human beings. 】

Her voice... No, not her voice.

Even if the way the voice sounded was the same mysterious, and the voice was the same, but... She would never speak in such a pretentious and arrogant tone.

You are...

[So... Although this is a violation without a doubt...]

The vision blurred with incredible degrees.

[However, rules are made for convenience...]

The body's perception is fading, like the flying bricks and rubble that dissolve in the vanishing sight.

[So, let's take [Salvation] and [Change] as the cornerstone, and become our [Beacon]...]

Consciousness descended into darkness.

[Channel Monitoring Center, Monitor O2, Implement the Boundary Change Procedure.] 】

This is the last sentence I have ever heard.

......

O2 Senior's Contact... It's been a long time since I've been here.

I couldn't help but feel a little restless in my heart.

The contact with the [Channel Monitoring Center] is disconnected... This is not a good sign.

The connection between the present world and the spiritual world is already very unstable, let alone the network of contacts based on individuals... It's also common to disconnect from time to time. But...

Based on the experience left by many predecessors, every time you disconnect, you need to be vigilant... Even if it is not a [natural disaster] that will directly affect the action team, the slightest carelessness will involve it...

However, it is incredible that O17 did not have much panic in his heart.

Because I found an interesting object to observe.

It's embarrassing to say, but O17 has a hobby that is perfect for playing time: observing humans.

It's not about observing their complicated patterns of action, it's just... Observe those who may have the qualifications to become hosts, and then ponder why they have not yet become hosts, until they become hosts or leave on their own... Of course, there are times when they die first.

Then, this time, another delightful object of observation was found.

She is a girl named Cheng Xuan, underage, high school student, and is currently working as an actress in a well-known firm... Star... Idol... It's all right. There is nothing new in the land that the sun god is looking at, and no matter how the name changes, it is practically the same.

However, if this is the case, it is just another human being who has become famous at a young age, and there is nothing unusual about it. So...

If this beautiful girl was actually a man, a man who wanted to be a woman, she... Or rather, he is enough to be the object of his own observation.

Every morning, I watched him go out to school and work, and then at night I witnessed the disputes between him and his family... It's become a part of everyday life.

The same is true today, leaving only him with a gloomy look and his family who left angrily.

What a pity... If he didn't have a mission on his side, he would be able to [fulfill] his wish...

So... O4 senior, where the hell are you hiding... ()

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