ps: In the third game, I can already see the ending, and I am full of thoughts......

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Guests came to the house.

It should be a beauty, according to human aesthetics.

With a blue-purple head, a beautiful face, carrying a long knife and wearing snow-white clothes, every movement is pleasing to the eye, and it is very crisp and neat, unlike those women on TV. Looking at her etiquette and listening to her tone of speech, she is very similar to the samurai mentioned in the book. The elder brother said that the real samurai were killed by a Ming man named Sun Yang hundreds of years ago, and a large number of them were killed in the turmoil of the shogunate for hundreds of years.

But what are fossils, and what is a zoo?

The elder brother also said that today's samurai are roughly divided into two categories, one is the sloppy scum samurai, although lazy, but there is some use at critical times, and he can kill people with a wooden knife, while the other is a fool who looks like a dog but is not even as good as a scum, the knife in his hand is like tofu scum, which is broken with one blow, and he only cares about being a dog for the powerful, and there is no use for fart.

What kind of samurai-like woman is in front of him? The elder brother said that Uncle Gintoki, whose name was Sakata Gintoki, was a model of a scum samurai, but the Toyako had never been dropped, and he could see that although the elder brother was disdainful and ridiculed on the surface, he should be very close to the natural curly uncle in his heart. But it's not quite like it, this girl in white doesn't pick her nose or is crazy about sugar, which doesn't match the description of the scum samurai at all, that's the second kind?

Chihiro felt that this samurai sister was definitely not the second type of samurai that her brother had said.

The reason is simple.

She wants to go on a blind date with her brother, if she is that kind of person, how can she be worthy of a blind date with her brother?

"Chihiro...... Is it?" Just as Chihiro was puzzled, the purple samurai sister walked up to him and stretched out her hand to him, "Please advise me on the night of the lower sword." ”

It's a samurai-like tone.

Chihiro has made up a lot of daily etiquette these days, so as not to make jokes, he shook hands with the other party with a little restraint, and those golden eyes made Edgeworth slightly stunned. The girl smiled: "I don't know why, I think you're a little familiar." ”

She took a delicately wrapped box from the maid in the back: "I don't know your preferences, so I can't give you the most appropriate gift, but I think since it's a boy, I should like something about the same." ”

Chihiro took it, he was ignorant of the world after all, and opened the box in front of the dark night.

"The model of the 'Wu Yulei' tactical aircraft, Cheng helped to improve it, and the performance has been improved a lot......"

Edgeworth's kind explanation, Chihiro can't hear it anymore.

He quietly looked at the purple body, and a huge wave set off in his heart.

- Have you forgotten him?

- Have you forgotten that he believed that humanity would win the ultimate victory, sacrificed his life to fight, and entrusted the future to us?

-- There are many more people who believe in our power and give their lives to open the way for us.

Don't waste your time here, I should have followed him a long time ago, and the reason why I stayed here was to fight with him. Since you have decided to take on this mission, you must have the corresponding awareness, sometimes you have to get your hands dirty for the sake of great goals, think back to the origin, think back to the feelings you have just lost him......

- And then, kill me......

An unimaginable pain exploded in her mind, and Chihiro fainted.

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The gray sky, there is no light in this world, the miserable white hue rules a qiē, his barren vocabulary and broken memories can't accurately describe the qi in front of him in words, he only feels that this inexplicable world is gray, which makes him feel flustered, irritable, frightened, and worried, but he can't escape.

For darkness was everywhere, spreading, rolling, cursing, groaning.

Gray sky, black shadows, white fog.

Chihiro held down her heart and gulped down, but the invisible pressure still came like a tidal wave.

That night with the dragon god key to admire the moon, that night he seemed to remember something, that night suddenly dreamed of this gray world. There was no light, no exit, only the whispers of the white mist and the black shadows, reciting vague and indistinct whispers over and over again, the voice scraping his bones over and over again, eroding his soul, torturing his qiē, forcing him to remember, remember, repent, despair, and ...... Strong.

What to recall?

What to keep in mind?

Why repent?

How can you despair?

How can I be strong?

Even if he asked aloud involuntarily, there was only a sarcastic sneer in the white mist, and there was no answer to his meaning, but the resentful and cold and ruthless whisper was a little stronger, which made him upset, he was angry, and he was manic. He reached out to remove the white mist in front of him, but the mist did not disperse, and no matter how far he went, he could not see what was hidden in the fog.

He didn't know anything about the world, and he didn't know why he was here.

But only one thing is certain.

Here they hate him, they are tired of him, they hate him, they curse him.

But he forged this place, carried this place, remembered this place, and guarded this place.

Forever and ever, life and life, moving forward with here, even if all the pain and curse here are pressed on his shoulders, even if countless ghosts and ghosts haunt him, curse him, and tear him, his spine will not bend half an inch, his footsteps will not stop for a moment, and his heart will not soften half a minute.

He would just carry it on his shoulders and continue to walk, even if the weight of the entire universe was pressed on it.

Chihiro sat on the ground, and the gray ground was so clean.

Where the hell is this?

If Nayako were here, she would know the answer.

Even if he was beaten to pieces, his strength retreated for thousands of miles, and his memories were cluttered, Nayarathotep was deeply impressed by this place.

Because not long ago, in the vicious battle of a broken star system somewhere in the galaxy, it was this gray ghost place that broke through the egg of the world, directly eroded the material realm to complete the unfolding, and crushed the nineteen incarnations of the creeping chaos in one go, leaving indelible terrifying scars in the essence of the evil god.

The traces of the acquired axe chisel are too strong, and it seems to be born from the mental storm of low-level intelligent beings, but the essence is mellow and leaky, and it has been tempered to perfection, and the body can be compared with the Chaos Sea.

- The Sea of Chaos, the reign of the Old Dominators, the domain of Azathoth.

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