[Tokyo Ghoul] Tea Coffee Companion

It seems... something is wrong?

Waking up from a sound nap, Xiangba Chacha realized this a second before she opened her eyes.

Some kind of indescribable invisible pressure, like a pair of cold and emotionless eyes staring at her.She subconsciously focused on listening, and then found that besides herself, there was another person's breathing in the room.

The voice was not obvious, but it was not deliberately suppressed.In addition, her five senses are sharper than most people since she was a child. It only takes three seconds to confirm this.

This is, burglary?The idiot who stole?

In the next second, two thoughts popped up in her mind, but she felt that it was wrong.

If you want to steal, there's no need to stand still and stare at her—even if she doesn't see it, she can intuit and speculate that the other party is very close to her, waiting for her to wake up.

As for the idiot, due to his recent surge in popularity, the number of times he was approached or watched outside has indeed increased a lot.I even started to carry sunglasses with me when I went out.

But the other party's feeling was too oppressive, like the invisible coldness in the air at this moment.Xiangba Chacha even suspected that he didn't want to waste time waiting for her to wake up naturally, but deliberately used things like aura to wake her up.

"If you're already awake, please don't pretend to be asleep."

When Xiangba Chacha was still restless and panicked, a low male voice suddenly reached her ears.

this voice...

The closed eyelids trembled violently, and she almost sat up in shock.Aiba Chacha desperately restrained her instinctive emotions, and slowly opened her eyes.

A... something between a youth and a teenager.

He stood one step away from her, at a distance where he could control her movements as long as he stretched out his hand, but not too ambiguous, and looked down at her.

The other party was wearing a weird black mask that looked like it was made of leather.The mouth part is made into a somewhat ferocious smile, and under the short silver hair, there is a black eye with red inlaid on the left side.

Xiangba Chacha's pupils shrank slightly, and a mess of thoughts flashed through her mind, and finally asked him softly, "You... have something to do with me?"

It turned out to be a ghoul.

Ghouls, ghouls, hidden in the rumors and reality inside and outside of Tokyo,... monsters that eat human flesh.

The other party seemed to be stunned for a moment, and suddenly there was something more in the eyes staring at her.Xiangba Chacha swallowed because of the X-ray-like eyes, and repeated: "Do you have anything to do with me?"

The white-haired ghoul nodded, and for some reason averted his gaze slightly: "What's the relationship between you and Naoki Takashima?"

The oppressive feeling faded a lot because he looked away, which made Aiba Chacha somewhat relieved.She knew that it was impossible to find any excuses for violating personal privacy at this time, and there was nothing to say: "Mr. Takashima? Are you... an ordinary friend?"

Strictly speaking, Takashima Naoki is one of the more familiar customers of her tea shop.He is a young man in his 20s. He often comes here to drink coffee and chat with her for a while when he is free.The two can't say how congenial they are, but they have some common topics.

"Ordinary friends?" The white-haired ghoul seemed to repeat it, and seemed to question her words.Xiangba Chacha twitched the corners of her mouth, not knowing how to answer the conversation, so she heard the other party change the question, "Did he come to your store on Friday afternoon? How long did he stay?"

"...Come here." Friday was the day before yesterday, and she tried to recall, "There were still a lot of people on the weekend, but Mr. Takashima usually came when the door opened, and it seemed a bit late that day...well, it was after four o'clock, I'll leave at eight o'clock in the evening." Xiangba Chacha looked at him, her red eye was strange because of the dim light, "I can't remember more specifically."

The other party was silent for a few seconds, as if judging the authenticity of her words.

"What about the content of the chat that day?" He asked after a while, "Is there anything special... For example, I gave you something, or..." He seemed to hesitate for a while, carefully choosing his words, "A relatively sudden change .”

Unexpected……?

Xiangba Chacha was stunned for a moment, thinking of what happened that day, she suddenly understood what the other party meant.

"No...no." Her voice unconsciously became a little louder, but it was still not loud.His face was originally pale because of the shock just now, but it turned unnaturally red in an instant, "There are none of those... what changes you said."

The originally mild atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the emotion in that He's eyes gradually turned cold.Xiangba Chacha was temporarily out of breath due to the sudden increase in pressure, and when she saw the other party approaching slightly, she tilted her head:

"you're lying."

"..."

"Well, let me ask this question differently." He seemed to laugh, although it was covered under the mask, and his voice was low and cold, "If you put a living centipede in your ear, can you hear any sound? ?”

This is a threat.

Stiff, stalemate.

Ten seconds later, Xiangye Chacha bit her lip, lowered her head and said with a blank expression: "Sorry...he was weird that night, and then gave me a small gift box, and asked me to open it when I got home. It's Ann..."

The sound of the last word stuck in his throat, but the ghoul who had threatened before did not urge or get angry.Then I watched the girl clenched her right hand, her nails digging deep into her flesh:

"...a condom."

"He hasn't been here for the past two days."

The last sentence was said quickly, and then she took a deep breath, holding back all her emotions.

Takashima Naoki, a customer who often comes to her tea shop, her friend.It was also the stranger who inexplicably gave her that night that made her feel uneasy until today.

Although she felt that the other party didn't look like the person who did that kind of offensive idiotic behavior.However, after she calmed down and thought about it, she actually knew nothing about this person except for his name, appearance, and the details and hobbies mentioned in the chat.

"Sorry for the offense."

The white-haired ghoul suddenly lowered his voice, which could almost be called a gentle and comforting tone. The previous pressure and intimidation seemed to be an illusion.He even bowed slightly, and then said in an exhorting tone: "It's best to forget about the existence of this person, and carefully clean up the place where the 'gift' has been placed. And before the end of next week, don't go out at night, try to Active around District Twenty."

"..."

Xiangba Chacha watched the white-haired ghoul lift the curtain and open the window, and jumped down as naturally as if walking through the door—this is the third floor.Instinctively, she got up from the bed and ran to the window in two steps, but when her fingers were about to touch the curtains that had fallen, she froze there.

Then the five fingers slowly gathered together, and the arm fell to the side of the body.The girl knelt down against the side of the bed, wrapped her arms around her knees, and buried her face in the small space enclosed.

"... Ah Yan..."

Even though she was wearing a mask, even though her hair color had changed as in that half-real dream, she still recognized it.

His voice, the way he bowed his head, even the cold and smiling expression when he deliberately threatened her.

Kaneki Ken, her ex-boyfriend, the one who died because of her in the world that only she remembers.

Now, in this real time and space where everything has been erased, she has experienced hardships and growth that she does not know, and has become similar but different.

He is a ghoul, they are strangers.

The author has something to say: the last sentence is a bit sad (Wang Tian

But regardless of this point, the afternoon attack is still very interesting, isn't it (enough

Here is the topic.

First of all, this is not a leave note, nor is it a shield for abandoning the pit.

This is... (you haven't seen it yet) The outline and stalk have been completely changed and the text has been shortened, so the explanation is updated daily to the end.

I first wrote this article because I was tortured to death by the ending of the ghouls, and my colleagues couldn't find a few endings, so I was itchy to make a hole myself.

The idea at first was simple: lick lick lick sweetly to heal my depressed heart.

However, the consequence of impulsiveness is Kaspersky _(:з」∠)_ without outline.

So I revised it once before (thanks to my habit of saving manuscripts, most of the revisions are invisible to you), and this article has become a fan of god logic reversal.A few days ago, because of a sugar brain hole (already posted in the column), I suddenly discovered: Hey, why did this article become my usual entangled to death route again (⊙o⊙)?

It's sweet!Talk about a cure!Turn the table, hello (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

After reorganizing the outline, I found that it has deviated from my original idea. It is difficult to continue with this setting of sugar and so on, and it cannot be justified later.

So I decided, since it is the reverse direction of God's logic, let's reverse it to the end...

- so it became like this:

This article will start tomorrow, and the manuscript will be saved + the code word will be updated daily until the end of the main text. It is expected to be just in early July, which means that there are not many chapters in the main text.

It will be a HE-towards ending (accepting Chapter 1), and then Lanzi, I will go to the exam week.

After the exam, I packed my luggage and went home, and started a new pit on July 7—that is, the manuscript.

Unlike this article, which started suddenly and had a chaotic outline, the setting and ending of that article have already been thought out.Because of the setting, that cliffhanger is a real sugar-spreading article.

I'm fed up with the more I write, the more complicated, the more abusive, the more entangled... I want prprpr (Wangtian

As a person who follows the trend and takes the nickname of his wife in the Q group and still dares not call her true love husband, I swear that I will use all my otome heart to write this pit.

In order to be lazy (hey), the hostess of that article follows this article, which can be regarded as a parallel space _(:з」∠)_ but the personality will be more...subtle.

Well, it is probably another expansion and challenge for me to the heroine's character.

So for this article, I slightly changed the previous two details (if you are not obsessive-compulsive disorder, it will not affect you if you don’t go back and read it).Just remember, it’s not far from the end now (actually, I just changed the text set in 6w to 3w), and there will be a large number of magical twists and turns _(:з」∠)_

Of course, God's turning point or something should be based on scientific rationality-please rest assured.

Bow, good night everyone.