Card Draw Blade

Life, they say, is a game of choice with death as its ending.

Different options, different lives, after obtaining the admission ticket at the cost of life, after making a choice, the undecided life track becomes a thread pinned on a whiteboard and cannot be changed.

But ah.

It means if, if you can choose again?

If you escape out the window before the train starts, at least you don't have to face that ending.

But there are no ifs in life.

But games do.

Search for game guides on the Internet, and follow the path that others have already traveled, step by step, and you will never end up like that.

The ending of the game is BE, and there is a cutscene in the 10-minute game, which is really sad.

When she woke up from the train, it was the boy with the pig-head mask who called her, and then she heard the story of being attacked by a ghost on the train, as if it was a ghost who killed people through dreams.

However, the ghost has been killed. According to him, there are more dangerous ghosts outside, and he told Aoki not to go out in the future.

Aoki Mirai nodded, but her body started to move by itself, and she could only watch all this silently while being imprisoned in her body.

Inside the overturned train are some residues with blood, metal and wood debris, and occasionally unknown objects. This scene was originally disgusting. Aoki Mirai, a child who has lived in a peaceful world since he was a child, can also accept it strangely. all of these.

She took advantage of the unexpected and climbed out of the window.

Then, Mirai Aoki will never forget this short 2 minutes.

This is the story of him being drenched in blood at dawn, but he will never fall down, just like the promise he made to her in the roar of the train.

The body rushed out by itself, the eye sockets were sore and the air was thin, but the blood of this strange man was scalding hot and terrifying.

Then heard her own voice:

[Hello!Are you going to die, Anjuro? ! ]

[You can't die! ]

[If you die, you have violated the agreement with me, and I will hate you for the rest of my life! ]

She was hysterical, her hands were stained with blood, and she tried her best to call this person's name, but when she looked up, the world was dark, and the scarlet countdown reset to zero.

The heat, blood, clothes, and sleeves held in his hands turned into air.

"Ho-"

Like a fish short of water, Mirai Aoki stared blankly at the ceiling, the alarm clock next to the bed kept ringing, and the smell of coke and blood disappeared in his breath.

Stretch out your hand, point your fingertips at the beam of light coming in from the outside of the house, pass through the moon-white nails, clean and tidy, without any sticky blood, only the white card that seems to have been drawn from the foot of the church statue.

The morning light is bright, like heaven.The beating heart in her chest made her realize where she was. In the overly bright world, all darkness no longer existed.

There was no countdown to the time in her field of vision, she didn't expect that just 10 minutes would be enough for her to fall asleep for a whole night, and even have a dream within a dream.Aoki Mirai struggled to sit up from the bed, the bones embedded in the flesh creaked.

In addition to feeling tired, she also felt a little uncomfortable.

The moment I just woke up, I wanted to start the next week's game immediately, but the gray font on the card already appeared, which means the refresh of the CD.

"Nightmare," she commented.

Aoki Mirai changed his clothes, stepped on his slippers and went downstairs. In the stairwell between the second floor and the first floor, there was a soft sound of cooking ingredients from the direction of the kitchen.

The steaming water mist, the stinging sound of fried food, the blade cuts to the bamboo chopping board one by one.The curly-haired girl wore hairpins, her lips were red and her teeth were white, and the bell of Mr. Postman's bicycle was ringing even a little further away.

The mountain turned around, and the zigzag stairs came out. She stood on the last step and refused to go down. When the man who heard the sound was putting breakfast out of the plate, he looked back at her: "Oh, morning! Woke up? "

The man was wearing a brand new white shirt and an apron, and his golden red eyes were dazzling and dazzling.It was still cold in the morning, but he dispelled the chill.

When Purgatory Xingshoulang was waiting to make the second fried egg, there were eager footsteps behind him, and a slightly cold hand suddenly reached out and pulled the hair by his left ear. He thought it was not tied tightly: "Sorry, it doesn't seem to be fastened."

It was a little strange, but he didn't think about it, and the hand swept his eyelashes again.

He turned his head in surprise, only to see the dim green in the eyes of the kid next door, much of which had been wiped away.

"What's wrong?" Suspicious.

After a long silence, "Let me help you."

"Well! Of course!" Xing Shoulang smiled, encouraging the child to do something within his ability: "Can you wash the dishes for me?"

Nodding, the frail girl kneaded a lot of white foam in the pool and rubbed it on the plate, because the water was cold, after a while Aoki Mirai's hands immersed in the water and foam turned slightly red.

Accidentally went to get some salt, and that's when Lian Ji Xing Shou Lang found out that he still wondered why the child didn't use gloves, and was still holding oily chopsticks in his hand. In the scent of rice and eggs, he saw Mirai Aoki with red eyes.

Purgatory Xing Shoulang's dreams are mostly heavy dreams, because he never cried, and never had tears, so they are heavy dreams.Firm and clinging, with no way to release the pressure.

So he has always believed that crying is not an act of weakness.

He hurriedly pulled out a tissue and stuffed it in the girl's hand, and put the plates on the table one by one. He originally wanted her to help, but he couldn't do it for the time being.

"Have a nightmare?" He placed Mirai Aoki in the corner of the dining table, and asked again.

The silent girl lowered her eyebrows, she was weaker than she thought.He had already made up his mind not to say anything, but when he saw the intact Xing Julang as clean and tidy as usual, his heart was pinched hard by a hand, and many tears flowed out of it.

This card is too powerful.

"I dreamed that Xing Shoulang was lonely, so I was afraid." She pinched the head and tail.

Provoking Xing Shoulang to laugh out loud, he said, "Little Mirai is still a child! Don't worry! How can I be alone with everyone around?"

The dark green pupils dilated and tightened in an instant, and this subtle abnormality was hidden under the stiff expression—it was the smile she had deliberately practiced when she was a child to comfort her.

Hasn't this kind of guarantee been missed once?

"Yeah!" But he still pretended to be very happy.

Purgatory Xingjurou found nothing, stood up and patted the girl's head: "Wipe your face, and go to the guest room to ask Mr. Tomioka and Senjuro to come out for dinner! Let Aunt Risa sleep for a while, we want to go together Oh school!"

"Okay~ I'm going now!!" She said.

"Ok!"

But before leaving, the man in the kitchen looked at her: "Hey, in the future, this time I have to live for myself."

Purgatory Kyojuro is not ignorant of weird things, he just remembers the day when he first met the daughter of the Aoki family, the day he moved here from Tokyo.

Sticky hot June, rainy rainy season.

The tall but thin woman pulled a small but delicate girl and stood beside the flower bed, quietly watching the gray metal giant stop at the door of the house with the name 'Aoki' on it. The man with a dark but strange face They moved the furniture and luggage into the strange house one by one.

There is a strange phenomenon.It happens to a girl like a doll, whenever someone talks to her, a smile will come out, and when no one talks to her, she will lower her own existence, and then watch all this coldly.

The children of Purgatory squeezed over, [Are you the little future? ]

The first sentence is this.

Have you ever seen a burning grain pile, the hot orange is soft and translucent, emitting light in the day and night, but the day is always not as clear as the night.It may be that the light is so dazzling because of the presence of darkness.

In the sticky rainy day, the boy whose hair and eyebrows seemed to be on fire leaned down slightly, and said with a smile to the doll-like little girl who was holding his mother's hand.

He held his brother who was two years younger than her.

She only remembers that she didn't show any abnormality, and that as a young child, she learned to deal with such emergencies with a toothless smile like an adult: [Please advise me when I meet you for the first time. ]

From then on, Purgatory Xingshoulang felt that this girl was a bit scary to be independent and self-reliant, and he finally remembered the connection between the dream and reality.

This feeling of 'standing on the edge of the cliff' is exactly the same as she is now.

The grown-up girl was puzzled, not knowing that her disguise was easily torn through: "Brother Xing Shoulang, what strange words did you say?"

The young man smiled unabated: "Is it strange? It's just an answer to your question from Little Future!"

"what?"

"Did you forget?" He was surprised, "It was the year I graduated from high school, on the way back from the art exhibition with you, didn't you ask?"

[I am so obedient, why does no one want to be with the future? ]

This is another story that should be connected with the first meeting.

In the second dream, she saw the pattering rain, the boy holding an umbrella for the little girl, and sweetness and fire filled her nostrils.This is the only moment in Youshuran where I am closer to Xingjurou than Senjurou.

Mirai Aoki suddenly remembered that Risa once said that she had a fever. Since then, her personality has changed drastically, and the memory before and after the fever is ambiguous, so no one can say for sure what happened at that time.But there was always a voice in her heart telling her that everything he said was right.Like a dream in that game.

[King Juro, you will always be here, right? ] At that time she tugged on his wet sleeve.

Purgatory Xingshou Lang, a young man who is like a sunflower and a firework, once again made a promise: "I will always be here until you don't need it in the future, okay?"

It's not about the past life, but just for the moment several years ago, what he has been saying to this child should be this sentence.

In the morning in the kitchen, in the gray doomsday, there are burning sunflowers, bright and gorgeous.

The author has something to say:

I was flustered when the last chapter was spoiled.

The eldest brother once gave the little girl a hand, but the little girl got caught in the rain and had a fever, so she forgot about it.

So in the previous life, the two of them lost one of them, and in this life, it is also God who hinders it.

Hey……