Chapter 53 A Miracle from the Past
This number is actually constantly changing. Everyone's faces were full of excitement. Zhongtian Santouhuo was speechless for a moment: "It can actually be..." He didn't elaborate, but everyone else knew what he wanted to say.
Only Edogawa Ranpo's expression did not change. He looked at her deeply and said, "Let us change our own destiny? What a cunning method." But this method made them feel more real.
"Forget it. Even so, without the possibility you provided, we would never have such an opportunity. It's just that," he smiled slightly, "after this, our lives will never be settled."
Isabel blinked. Oh, that was none of her business.
"Let the person who fired the shot come out!" There were people shouting outside the building of the Special Power Agent Department. They attacked the soldiers outside the door. The soldiers did not dare to use lethal weapons against this group of people because they did not receive any more orders.
"Apologize to everyone who died on Leibo Street!" someone shouted in pain. "Let them come back!" someone shed tears. They rushed in, wanting to vent the emotions that they had been hiding deep in their hearts. The employees inside the door quickly stepped back, not daring to confront this group of people who were almost going crazy.
The sudden appearance of the giant sword attracted the attention of some people. Those who were still outside the street were shocked by its brilliance and momentum. Their crazy radicalism was slightly calmed down. They looked over there, wondering if such a change had anything to do with them.
"What is this?" someone asked.
"This...could this be the miracle we are looking for?" a man in a black suit asked in surprise and joy.
There was also someone who was more calm and answered: "I don't know, maybe someone did something."
The young man who said he would dare to attack God asked the man beside him nervously: "Could this be something she released?"
The man quietly loosened his grip on the gun in his pocket. He looked up and felt the sword was filled with absolute supreme majesty. His eyes were fixed on it. He said, "I'm not sure."
"Should we continue to move forward?" the young man was confused. The man didn't speak either.
"Oh God," Haruno Kirako mixed in the crowd. She placed her hands in a prayer gesture towards her sword and lowered her head, saying, "Please listen to my selfish wish and let my father and the others come back. If someone must be hurt, let it be me."
As some in the government have said, these people do need guidance. Courage needs the guidance of thoughts, and strength needs the direction of ideals. They do not lack the motivation to take action, but the long period of lack of feedback has consumed their spirits, and as a result, society has become silent.
People were at a loss, not knowing why this huge sword appeared here, which side it belonged to, and whether it would punish them or help them. But it is so beautiful and majestic that even with chains wrapped around its body, it only adds a touch of forbidden beauty to it. They looked at it in fascination, feeling dots of light falling down.
They waited for a long time, until the sword began to dissipate.
Finally someone climbed out. It’s still the person who was standing the tallest just now. Nishio Zhuang's intervention prevented the bullet from penetrating his heart. His chest was bleeding, but he still stood up again.
The previous riots made his voice heard by no one, and this time, his voice was not as loud as before, but it was more resolute. He tried his best to say: "I have always believed that we are working for a right and great cause. No one can avoid atonement for the past, not even the government. Hope will never be lost. Even if we are not here, there will be others who will work with us in places we cannot see. Therefore, we must not become thugs, because we are not committing atrocities. As long as we are on the right path, the final victory will definitely belong to us!"
People were looking at him, some of them strengthened their faith, but more people had confusion on their faces.
The sword disappeared.
The man sighed in his heart, and wanted to say more: "Leibo Street..."
But after a moment, he fell silent. Under everyone's gaze, his expression changed several times. Finally, he suddenly shouted, "Look at your memory! It has changed!"
"Ah!" The next second, someone exclaimed, followed by more surprised voices.
"That's strange. What I clearly remember is..." someone said in panic.
"This is a miracle!" Someone immediately reacted. He sobbed loudly, knelt down, put his hands on the ground, and kowtowed in the direction where the long sword disappeared: "It must be her! She promised us that she would bring our relatives back, and she did it!"
"What's going on?" Some people thought that this march was just to get the government to improve the living conditions on Leibo Street, and now they are very confused.
People stood on the street at a loss. Their brains had indeed received the information. In their perception, Leibo Street was bombarded by the explosion, but the people inside...
The mirror fades, time goes back——
Countless people walked out from inside, and the crowd slowly walked out of the ruined Leibo Street. Each of them had a confused and surprised look on their face. Their bodies were in good condition, their clothes were neat and tidy, and except for the night wind that made them shiver, they felt no discomfort.
The people who were crying outside stopped crying, and their relatives who were running here with all their might were also shocked. For a moment they even suspected that they were seeing the ghost of a dead person, but when the first person who hugged the baby desperately felt the body temperature, violent cries of joy resounded throughout the world. The ups and downs of losing and regaining made many people faint. Parents stroked their children with trembling hands, lovers hugged and kissed each other desperately, friends gathered together, and adults knelt in front of the white-haired old people... The most sincere and turbulent emotions in the world were played out here, and no one could help but shed tears.
"Is this all right?" In a corner, Nakahara Chuuya asked hesitantly.
Dazai Osamu stared at the scene in front of him for a long time, then he laughed: "Of course, this is what you want to see, it's enough."
"Why not eliminate the explosion?" asked Nakahara Chuuya.
Dazai glanced at him and said, "Do you want to interfere with your own birth? Don't you see the consequences? How many times have you tried?"
"The first time, I thought I would never see you again, little dwarf. I was disappointed for two or three seconds," he said with regret. "Who knew that you couldn't get out of this game without completing it? Tsk, it hurt my feelings."
"What's more," Dazai Osamu's smile turned evil, and he sneered, "Why should I help them? It cost so much to cooperate with a foreign superpower, and saving their lives is enough. It should be the government's responsibility to resettle them. I have done it, so what should they do?"
If it weren't for Isabel and Nakahara Chuuya, he wouldn't have been involved in such a thing. Unfortunately, that guy was targeting the entire Yokohama, and the Armed Detective Agency couldn't get away at all. It was so abominable!
She wants to keep her word, and the way to do that is to throw him here. A woman like this, haha, you absolutely shouldn't commit suicide with her (positive voice)!
"Is this the change?" Seeing that other people were just like themselves and that their loved ones in memory had returned, many people finally believed that this was reality. A man kowtowed to the ground with a bang, "Thank God! Thank you, Lord God! I hope you are well, no matter what!" He didn't know what he was saying, and spoke incoherently with tears streaming down his face.
People looked up, in a daze, with tears also rolling down their cheeks.
Such a grand parade that shook the whole city came to an end.
Pei Zhen was walking on the beach in Yokohama. He was prepared after Isabel decided to do that. Using the "book" pages to influence the colorless king sword is likely to cause a big commotion regardless of success or failure. He didn't want to reveal his identity before, and now he still wants to delay it as much as possible.
The coast was warm after the clouds dispersed, the sun's light splashed on the shore and on the wave-filled sea. A large steel ship on a long voyage sounded its whistle to return. Not far away, the sound of someone hurriedly approaching was heard. He smiled and disappeared on the spot.
The military and government personnel who arrived at the fastest speed looked at the disappearing figure with some doubt. They wandered around the deserted dock and searched the coast, but could not find any trace of the figure.
This is the item Pei Zhen obtained in the [Silver] card draw last time.
[Silver·Miscellaneous Items (Rare)] [Alternative Space]
Pei Zhen's mind moved, and the word "miscellaneous items (treasures)" was directly replaced with the word "treasures".
[Silver·Treasures] [Alternative Space]
A square, glass-like transparent object appeared on the card. It doesn't look as magical as the card name suggests, but even so, its peculiar texture still reveals its specialness. Because if you look closely, each side of it is made up of star-like fragments, its edges are sharp, and the whole thing emits a cold light. Inside it, a miniature vortex is constantly spinning, as if generating a pocket-sized universe.
It lived up to its [Silver] rank, because when Pei Zhen equipped it, he immediately knew its use. It can create a separate small world outside of the current world. Although it is magical, it has many limitations because it can only be attached to this world.
"Owning a world, this sentence is embodied here. Who can say that controlling an alien space is controlling a world? Although it is a little small, believe me, it can become your home."
"I don't know if it's a creation of technology or supernatural powers, but it seems to have many secrets. But don't worry, you are its master, and it will reveal everything to you sooner or later."
Pei Zhen hid inside and thus avoided many people's search for the king.
They don't all mean well.
"Which king is this?" someone asked someone who knew the situation.
"I don't know," someone said, "The Blue King and the Red King have already been chosen, and the Gold King and the Silver King have never changed. I don't know about the others."
"'The Colorless King,'" someone answered.
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