It was difficult to describe the world at this moment. Even when he was using a vest to stay in the port mafia, he had never seen such a horrific and distorted scene.
Before this, he had thought that the young man named Nakahara Chuuya was the limit of the fear he could see.
This is a completely different fear from the dark red ghost standing tall in the sky.
What can be felt from the port mafia cadre named Nakahara Chuuya is at least a perceptible danger, an aesthetic that comes from power and ancient places, solemn and yet violent and turbulent.
But at this moment, Kudo Shinichi gave him a completely different feeling.
All the sounds around seemed to be paused. In this small space, he and the guy behind the table and chair were the absolute protagonists here.
He seemed to be facing a kind of living death.
It may sound strange to say this, but it's like a praying mantis parasitized by a nematode. Although it looks alive, it has already turned into another kind of zombie.
His consciousness seemed to be taken away by something. The thing that could only be vaguely identified as a humanoid was like some kind of cnidarian in a hunting state. The chaotic and restless black air like tentacles swirled and swayed around him, like a blooming black dahlia.
Dangerous and beautiful.
"Gudong"
As I was walking along the Haiyin Temple, I couldn't help but move my Adam's apple.
hunger.
Someone uttered this word very lightly in his mind, like a gust of sunlight and breeze blowing through dead vines and old trees.
hungry.
His entire body and mind seemed to be occupied by this burning hunger. Saliva was secreted between his lips and teeth, but it could not relieve the heart-wrenching thirst at all.
"Fellow student from Haiyin Temple, please at least introduce yourself."
The sound suddenly returned.
The eardrum, which had not received any sound information for too long, felt an unbearable pain due to the sudden sound.
But all this made Haiyin Temple feel like it was finally saved.
He slowed down from that abnormal state of breathing stillness.
Just now, he seemed to have forgotten even the most basic human skill, breathing, and was so absorbed in something that he could not remember it at all. When he tried to recall, he could only find that disturbing palpitation.
Haiyin Temple Suyou withdrew his gaze from the strange classmate. He finally remembered the purpose of his standing here.
"Don't be too shy, just briefly introduce yourself, Haiyin Temple student."
The young teacher seemed to think that the boy's prolonged silence was due to shyness, and he spoke softly in a gentle tone, trying to ease the atmosphere.
Haiyin Temple Suyou didn't want to embarrass this kind teacher, nor did he want to cause any trouble for his future life. The sudden situation just now seemed to have caused some people to talk about it.
He finished his self-introduction as quickly as possible, and when the teacher asked him to choose an empty seat, he quickly skipped the one sitting next to the black aura named Kudo Shinichi, whose human form he could barely see, and sat down at the seat farthest away from the detective.
Although the transfer student didn't say anything and even chose his position very naturally, Kudo Shinichi still felt like he was being disliked.
He did not ignore the impolitely long stare given to him by the transfer student named Haiyinsi Suyu when he entered the door. This strange attitude was like a special puzzle that immediately piqued the detective's interest.
"You're from Yokohama, that's interesting."
The high school detective, known as the "Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era", sees this as a spice in his ordinary daily life, and never gets tired of it.
Haiyin Temple Suyou didn't know that his action just now still attracted the attention of the "big trouble", or even if he knew it, he would not care too much. His attention now was almost entirely on the barrage.
[Shit, what was that just now?]
[What what, what thing?]
[That black guy suddenly jumped out and scared me to death. Does rice flower have such a powerful ghost?]
[What are you talking about? There are no scary ghosts in the classroom.]
[You may not have gotten the most out of the inspiration angle, or you may be underage. Don’t be curious. If you watch too much of that stuff, you may develop a fear of going to the toilet at night.]
[Oh my god, what the hell is this? I almost fell off the bed when the spiritual perspective was turned to the maximum. What is this, a mutated sea anemone?]
[Tsk tsk tsk, I sympathize with you for one second, hahahahahahahahahaha]
[But there really is such a thing as the Death Halo. Wherever Kudo Shinichi goes, there’s a murder.]
[This is outrageous. Even if a ghost or god possessed this aura, it wouldn’t be this strong.]
[No wonder Haiyinsi’s expression froze. If it were me, I would have screamed. Brother Hai has a really great mentality.]
[It's true that I lost sanity, but it's kind of cool for some reason. What should I do? (guessing)]
[Ah, brother in front, although human XP is free, I’m sorry I can’t continue]
It turned out that person was Kudo Shinichi. Kaionji Suyou was listening to the lecture while watching the bullet screen. Even though he couldn't see the appearance of the high school detective clearly, he could still feel that the vague gaze from the direction of the black fog was secretly observing him.
[Haven’t you noticed? Brother Hai’s clairvoyance has become stronger]
[It seems to be true. In the recent few live broadcasts of Brother Hai, if you zoom the inspiration angle to the maximum, you will definitely be able to see the things that can remove San]
[Huh? Does it have anything to do with the inspiration perspective?]
[Remember to read the instructions in the live broadcast room. The maximum value of the inspiration perspective is the visual intensity of the person with the strongest inspiration in the live broadcast. Looking at Hai Ge’s reaction, you will know that it is definitely his, unless there are other best actor and actress on the scene (bushi)]
[I see. The live broadcasts I watched before were boring. I will follow Brother Dinghai from now on. It’s exciting. It’s more interesting than watching people catch old men.]
[Good luck to the brother in front. I can only say that Brother Hai’s live broadcast cured my problem of getting up at night for many years.]
Haiyin Temple Tracing Tour: …Although I seem to have gained fans out of nowhere, I’m not very happy about it.
But the next second, his attention was attracted by other bullet screens.
[By the way, I still don’t understand the whole concept of selection or non-selection. Why did the Special Ability Unit choose Hai as a candidate?]
[Oh my, did I miss something?]
[It’s about the conversation between the old man of the flower-growing family and Sakaguchi Ango when Hai was hospitalized, although both of them are the mystery tellers themselves.]
[Who knows? Anyway, it has something to do with ghosts and gods.]
[The word "select" doesn't sound good. It makes me feel uneasy.]
[Brother Hai is not a sacrifice, right? I think it is probably related to Brother Hai’s clairvoyance.]
[There are still too few live broadcast channels now. I hope the official will open a few more soon, or the information delivery will be faster. It takes ten days or half a month to reveal so little (pointing.jpg)]
Looking at these bullet screens, Haiyin Temple Suyou couldn't help but nod his head. The teacher on the podium was just talking about the exciting part, and his action didn't seem abrupt.
However, the information mentioned in the barrage was indeed an important source of intelligence for him.
Although I had a premonition of being chosen, at this moment I still felt angry that I was being played with, as if I had tried hard to escape from a bird cage, only to find that I was still wearing handcuffs on my feet.
Haiyinsi Suyou clenched his fists in his pockets. He could not accept being pressed into the mold like a gingerbread man. He had to be stronger, to the point where the powerful could bow down to him. After all, what did it matter if he made the annoying guy bow down in exchange for someone else?
However, if the Special Ability Section threatened his family, Kaionji Suyou's expression became complicated again. He was not worried about Natsume Takashi's safety, because the calico cat beside the young man was definitely not an ordinary character.
It was just his own grandfather. Haiyin Temple Suyou felt a little uneasy in his heart, but he didn't
It's not entirely about Natsume Soseki's personal safety.
He felt both familiar and unfamiliar with the old man. His blood instinct made him approach the old man, but his rationality subconsciously warned him of danger.
He suddenly realized that he seemed to know nothing about this grandfather who existed almost exclusively in his parents' mouths.
Perhaps there was some premonition involved, but Haiyinsi Suyou was not willing to doubt it too much, after all, these were his few relatives.
After the little king's vest is restored, it might be a suitable choice to let a summoned □□ or if a suitable vest is drawn later, go to my grandfather's side to protect him, Haiyin Temple Suyou was thinking.
Although Roald Dahl's vest comes with so many accessories, it has one drawback: it cannot be moved freely, and the dwarf employees in the candy factory cannot take it out of the factory.
No matter how anxious he was, he had no better choice. After all, the existing intelligence was still insufficient. Even if he secretly used the money and power of Roald Dahl's identity, he could not find out too much in a short time.
The only advantage is probably that the enemy is in the light while we are in the dark. This time the golden ticket is a bait, but it is unknown whether the smell of blood from the fish caught with this bait being scratched by the hook can attract bigger things.
His brows relaxed little by little, and Haiyin Temple's mind calmed down a lot.
But his hands were always kept in his pockets, not to keep warm, but because a small porcelain bottle was lying quietly inside.
That was something Li Buwei handed to him personally before leaving Yokohama. The old man's attitude made it impossible for Haiyinsi Suyou to refuse this parting gift, so he could only accept it well.
"I hope you will need this when the time comes, but I also hope you will never need it, and that all your choices will not bring you pain or regret."
A smile gradually appeared on Li Buwei's old face, like a piece of clothing being slowly ironed, giving people a very comfortable and friendly feeling.
Traveling back to Haiyin Temple, I could feel that this was a precious thing, but I couldn't say no.
He always carried this small porcelain bottle with him. There seemed to be some kind of pill-like thing in the bottle. Because it was sealed, Haiyin Temple Suyou never opened it.
When the first class was almost over, he finally took the red notebook out of his schoolbag.
Just like taking notes, Haiyinsi Suyou finally couldn't help but send his own questions to the system. It seemed that this notebook knew much more than he had imagined.
"Do you know what this is?" Haiyin Temple Suyou picked up his pen and wrote on a blank page in his notebook.
[Just like he told you, regret medicine. ]
"What do you mean?" Haiyinsi Suyou paused for a moment, but he continued writing.
[It's just what you think it is, regret medicine, time-rewinding medicine, whatever you want to call it]
It took several minutes for the system's message to reappear.
I don’t want you to use it one day.
"Why?" I felt something familiar when I visited Haiyin Temple, as if we had had this conversation before.
[Because that is the choice of cowards and fools, there is no regret medicine in the world, Haiyin Temple,] the system rarely said his name and emphasized again, [You don't want to use it]
[After all...] A line of small, curved characters suddenly appeared behind it but were erased before it could be seen clearly at Haiyin Temple.
[After all, you don’t want to be entangled by an unpleasant hound]
The bright red words are particularly eye-catching on the white paper of the notebook, but Haiyin Temple Suyou can feel that this is not the real reason.
But no matter what he asked, the system did not respond.