Not only Anda, but Nishijima next to her can also see the changes in her hands, real changes.

In other words, what is in front of you is not an illusion? Nishijima opened her mouth slightly in surprise, the setting she had just accepted was overturned by the whole world.

The most excited is of course the person concerned, Anda, but she habitually hides her emotions - the outburst just now is just a moment, and hiding as an idol is a common habit.

She stared silently at the small piece of her hand that had regained its smoothness, and then looked at the skin next to it, which was still furrowed, and after thirty seconds the smooth part was covered with wrinkles again.

In Kurihara's eyes, the place where the potion had been wiped was once again surrounded by powder, and the new folds on the skin were reunited with the surroundings.

It can be seen that there must be some connection between powder and Chubb's aging.

What kind of connection will it be? Tsukasa Kurihara lowered his gaze in thought, picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee.

First of all, Tsukasa Kurihara was able to make a rough assumption: powerful weirdness doesn't exist in the real world. At least for now.

Kiritaro is precisely just a medium that connects the world of weird talk and the real world. But the conditions in which it occurs are very harsh, with foggy days in winter. Because Tsukasa Kurihara hadn't seen Kiritaro in the past two months, he had to put aside inquiries about him for the time being.

The unnamed weird talk that I had been waiting for two months didn't look very strong. If it is a direct attack at the level of the head of the body hair monster, why do you need such a slow heart attack technique. In other words, the harshness of the basic law it started with was not much different from that of Kiritaro.

On the other hand, those who talk about the world, if it weren't for Nishijima's luck to find a way to crack it, she wouldn't have died several times. Those who can survive in the strange world are not good stubble, and they don't know how many lives they have to dye before they will be imprisoned in Shenshan Prison.

Thinking of this, Tsukasa Kurihara inevitably thought of himself.

If there can't be a powerful youkai, then what is he? Adults beating up children? How to play this.

Tsukasa Kurihara raised the corners of his mouth.

But he liked the rules of the game. Children just need to be beaten by society.

Tsukasa Kurihara was waiting for Anda to digest everything in front of him, and he was also thinking about what made Anda get in touch with the strange talk. It's a lot easier to figure this out.

Next to her, Ada, who had been silent for a long time, raised her head to look at Tsukasa Kurihara, and all the emotions in her chest ran out of her eyes. Despite his old countenance, he exudes a vigor of life.

As if intimidated by this vitality, the powder fluttered and fell a lot, but it was quickly covered again.

"Please help me." Adachi lowered his head and clenched his hands, then looked up at Tsukasa Kurihara with the eyes of a seriously ill man looking at the savior, "Please help me, President Kurihara." ”

The next second Anda said the word "help", Tsukasa Kurihara suddenly had a thin line in front of him. The thin line is transparent, and only at a certain angle reflects white light for Tsukasa Kurihara to notice its presence.

The source of the thin thread was Ada, and it emanated from her heart and stretched straight towards Tsukasa Kurihara.

Tsukasa Kurihara immediately understood what this was.

He turned his attention away from the thin line and turned to look at Anda, his face was as usual, but the words he said made his heart tremble unconsciously: "There are no gods in the world. ”

Tsukasa Kurihara had the image of Kishijiro prostrate in front of him in the shrine in his mind, and he became the owner of the shrine, so is this the case in the real world?

Strange talk is God.

Thinking of this, Tsukasa Kurihara's heart contracted violently, and the blood in his body kept rising upward, making him feel the urge to tear off the thin thread with a sinister smile. All kinds of negative emotions in his mind are constantly surging and trying to control his brain, and even the power that he has always feared is also ready to move.

The smell of blood in his mouth made him clear, and it turned out that he had unknowingly bitten the soft flesh of his lower lip. He moved his throat, rust-smelling blood sliding down his saliva.

He burst out laughing.

"Kuri, Kurihara-san." Nishijima asked cautiously in his ear, holding a cup of coffee that was still steaming in her hand, "You... Do you need a cup of coffee? ”

Tsukasa Kurihara looked at her, and then glanced at Anda, who was sitting on the side with an obviously wrong expression, probably understood that his abnormality just now should be reflected in his appearance. He took the coffee from Nishijima, and without saying a word, he took a big sip and washed the fishy smell off his mouth with the coffee. In the short time he had come to his senses, the wound had healed.

"Thank you." Tsukasa Kurihara, who put down the cup, said to Nishijima, "I was a little out of shape just now, sorry, Andasan." ”

"No, nothing." Anda was apprehensive about the dangerous aura that Kurihara Tsukasa had just emanated, and he also changed his impression of Kurihara Tsukasa's gentleness, and even changed his position to the outermost part of the sofa to keep a distance from him.

Not to mention anything else, Tsukasa Kurihara, who is clear-eyed and handsome in appearance, is very popular with women, which may be one of the reasons why Nishijima did not resolutely dissociate himself from him. If you change to a person who comes to the West Island, there is a high probability that he will choose to die rather than give in.

People are visual animals, not to mention that Tsukasa Kurihara still has an inexplicable mysterious temperament. There is a higher level of scrutiny in his eyes, and it is difficult to see the various emotions that the public often have, like a lake, calm and profound.

Under the soothing sight of Tsukasa Kurihara, Anda's mood gradually calmed down, forgetting the tyrannical him just now, and then he dared to speak: "President Kurihara, what do you mean by 'there are no gods in the world' when you said before?" ”

"You're experiencing something unusual, can you be sure of this?" Before answering Adachi, Tsukasa Kurihara first asked a question, and then said, "Conservation of mass is a universally recognized principle in the world, and this kind of thing I like to call it the Basic Law, and the more realistic interpretation is an axiom." Like the sum of the internal angles of a triangle is one hundred and eighty degrees, the Pythagorean theorem, force is proportional to acceleration, and so on. There is no way to prove this truth, and certainly there is no way to overturn the truth that is practiced within the scope of what is known at the moment. ”

Tsukasa Kurihara explained his understanding of the Basic Law to Adachi, then picked up the cup that he had finished drinking and threw it upward, and soon the cup fell into the palm of his hand again: "It's like a cup always falls downward, there are no gods in the world." ”

“？” Anda was confused, and after Tsukasa Kurihara explained, she couldn't figure it out. To be honest, she was not good at science at all, and when she was in school, she was one of the bottom few in her grade of 200 people.

"So there is no god in the world and what does the Pythagorean theorem have to do with it?" Anda only remembered the Pythagorean theorem, and hesitated to speak.

Suddenly, she remembered something and looked at Tsukasa Kurihara with an affirmative face: "Isn't it that the gods also want to learn mathematics?" ”

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Tsukasa Kurihara only felt that he was more of a fool than Anda when he threw the cup.