Chapter 127
When a possibility is given the opportunity to continue, a real parallel world can emerge.
The countless parallel worlds should not interfere with each other, but since their development follows certain rules, there must be unpredictable "variables".
- For example, in extremely rare cases, some people awaken an innate ability to accidentally establish a thin connection between parallel lines.
Bai Lan Jesuo, now 27 years old, accidentally learned on an ordinary day three years ago that he was a super villain who destroyed eight trillion parallel worlds.
He can share his knowledge and ideas with his parallel self. Seeing the other self who ruled all the worlds being defeated is like eating a piece of marshmallow with a bitter melon filling. He smacked his lips in disappointment and couldn't help wondering - what is so different about the world he lives in that it doesn't belong to that "one in eight trillion"?
Byakuran temporarily put aside his interest in destroying the world and began investigating the Vongola that defeated him.
According to another memory in his mind, he quickly found the difference between the two worlds.
Staring at a video clip extracted from the surveillance camera, the young man with gray hair and golden eyes glanced over here inadvertently. Bai Lan seemed to have seen something extremely interesting, and a brilliant smile appeared on her face.
So that's how it is. So that's how it is. It turns out someone has offset his abilities.
The foundation of the existence of the parallel worlds he spied on was seven cubed. However, Kono Seiryoshi's ability was to communicate the origins of different powers, which were supposedly incompatible worlds.
The boy seemed to have no idea of his own abilities.
This won't do. Since he can destroy eight trillion parallel worlds, how can he let his rare companions be completely ignorant of their own fate?
Byakuran tried to push him to wake up, but was stopped several times by the nosy Vongola. Although it was a bit of a pity, she did not get discouraged.
There is no escape from this - the Vongola also know this.
He had been waiting for an opportunity, waiting for the perfect moment of chaos.
And now, the time has come.
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Yokohama, port.
Day, dusk, and night, each sent representatives to meet at the port warehouse at the center of longitude.
The page of the "book" did not return to Yokohama, but it did not fall into the hands of others either, which is barely a good result.
But the details of this are as follows——
Facing the careful probing of the Secret Service, one of them blinked twice and said in a rather shameless tone: "It's not me who will go there. If you have time to care about this kind of thing, you should think about how to explain it to other organizations."
The other one ignored him and sneered, "If you do that again, I'll kick you all into the wall. Dazai, you're the first one."
When the Secret Service left the port with the documents in frustration, only a pair of former partners with a bad relationship were left in the empty warehouse.
Nakahara Chuuya brushed off the nonexistent dust on his coat in disgust, and turned his head away without wanting to stay any longer. The warehouse's shutter door made a heavy sound, and the incoming sea breeze blew up the hems of their clothes.
Among the randomly stacked cargo boxes, Dazai Osamu tilted his head back and stared at a small piece of ceiling, observing a gray, broken spider web hanging between the beams.
He called out to his partner who was about to walk out the door in a moderately loud voice and asked without thinking, "Did you find it?"
Zhongyuan Zhongye's steps paused.
The auburn-haired young man tutted impatiently, turned around with sharp eyes and a sullen face, "How much did the Secret Service tell you?"
He had long guessed that Dazai's purpose of helping was not that simple, and he could only explain it with the same reason as him. But at this moment, his inner thoughts were seen through by the other party, which still made him feel instinctively angry and hostile.
"Are you talking about the photo that Mr. Mori sent me?" Dazai Osamu smiled lightly, and unpleasant memories of his former boss emerged in his mind.
"I just think you will never give up and look for all the similarities."
He lowered his eyes, feeling the glaring sunlight passing through his eyelids, and said with a tone that contained a mockery directed at someone unknown: "Although you found nothing as expected, you are indeed a lucky guy."
“…I’m almost jealous of you for your luck, Chuuya.”
After a suffocating silence.
"--ha?"
His collar was grabbed and pulled up, and Nakahara Chuuya appeared in front of him almost instantly. In his rage, his eyes, which were originally as blue as the sea, turned cold and murderous, suppressing the violent storm.
"You call this luck?" He paused for a moment, each word sounding cold as if forced out from between his teeth.
"You are deceiving yourself and being manipulated by an illusion, Dazai. Is this what you mean by "luck"?"
Dazai Osamu didn't care that his collar was strangling him and he even showed a little smile in his iris-colored eyes. "Yeah, you've confirmed that it's not a supernatural power, right?"
It's not a supernatural power, which means it won't disappear due to his touch.
It was only a few seconds, but it should be enough for him to grab him in his arms before the explosion.
Because it is an illusion, it doesn’t matter; because it is too scary, I only dare to do this when facing an illusion.
The drowning-like pressure suddenly eased, Dazai Osamu bent over and coughed violently several times, and the air that had been rushing into his lungs gradually became smooth.
"Dazai."
He heard Nakahara Chuuya's calm voice, "Don't show up in front of me again."
The rolling shutter door slammed down, stirring up dust.
The sunlight was also blocked out.
Although he would not be hurt by the light, the black-haired young man still raised his hands to cover his eyes as if he could not bear it.
The back of the hand was placed on the eyelid, and the bandage was wrapped around the eyelashes. Relying on memory and imagination, a familiar yet completely unfamiliar outline was outlined.
At the last stroke, it broke.
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His vague consciousness was pulled out from the depths of darkness, and Gong Ye Shengliang felt like he had turned into a piece of dough drifting with the waves, being flattened and rolled into a ball for a long time, and then "splashed" onto the beach.
He had a splitting headache, and he endured the pain while looking around him before closing his eyes.
It would have been better if he hadn't looked at it, but this one look made his heart stop beating.
He didn’t recognize it—he had never seen the decoration or furniture of the house before.
The air conditioner was set at a low temperature, and the air smelled cold. Everything felt strange, even the mattress was hard and uncomfortable.
……etc.
Why is he in bed?
Gong Ye Shengliang lowered his eyes and saw the dull black handcuffs and thumb-thick chains on his wrists: "..."
No wonder he felt so heavy, not just in his head, but everywhere he was aching.
He remembered that he was trying to stop the strange man who called himself Bai Lan just a second ago, but how come in the blink of an eye he was transferred to a strange place and was handcuffed?
Ah, I changed my clothes too.
Fortunately, his hands were not tied up. Gongye Shengliang pulled at the collar of his straitjacket and felt a little worried.
His movements were restricted, all identification items on his body had been replaced, and his surroundings were featureless - it seemed that he had been kidnapped by an experienced criminal group.
There was no movement in my mind, not even the system, not even Bai Lan's voice.
This is a bit bad... The moment of unconsciousness was too sudden, and he was not prepared at all.
It was unclear how much time had passed. Gongye Shengliang silently made a long list and eliminated them one by one according to the current situation. He squatted quietly in the corner of the bed to conserve his energy.
Hearing voices outside the door, his heart sank and he held his breath to decipher what was inside.
The distance was too far and blocked by the door, so no matter how hard I tried, I could only hear a few vague words like "mission", "organization" and "failure".
There was a click of the lock, and Gongye Shengliang immediately closed his eyes, breathed evenly, and pretended not to wake up yet.
The sound of each person's footsteps was slightly different, and each step was extremely light and steady. With each step closer, Gongye Shengliang's heart sank a little more.
"It's time to wake up."
A slightly hoarse voice sounded above my head, without any emotion.
Although the other party lowered his voice deliberately, Kono Seiryoshi still sensed a sense of familiarity.
Very good, he thought calmly, this is also an illusion.
Something cold touched the back of his neck. He shuddered and opened his eyes as if startled.
It was so detailed, the trembling of the pupils, the momentary disordered breathing, the subconscious tensing of muscles - all were exactly the same.
But some of them didn't match his memory, for example, the hand suspended in mid-air should not have a scar.
Kono Seiryoshi bit his lip, made no sound, and looked up at the familiar face.
A Scotch face.
Oh, right, he remembered that his current character is a "test subject", right?
The light blue phoenix eyes continued to stare at him steadily, until Gong Ye Shengliang's neck began to ache from looking up for so long, and then the other party took action.
When Scotch approached again, he instinctively moved away and shrank towards the head of the bed.
He closed his eyes and waited for a long time, but there was no next move. When Gongye Shengliang was wondering in his heart, he suddenly heard the sound of the chain shaking slightly.
"Be quiet."
The extremely low breath touched the small patch of skin behind the ear, causing an itchy sensation that was hard to ignore.
The long eyelashes trembled uncomfortably.
Click——
In the moment when he was distracted, the chain was unlocked.