Has Mr. Shenshang submitted the manuscript today?

Hearing this, Edogawa Ranpo lightly stroked the tulip on Kamisaku Saku's eyebrows, slightly rubbing against the raised brand mark, "This mark has not disappeared even after the death of the person with supernatural abilities..."

"This is probably a sequela effect... something like delayed activation?" Yosano Akiko gave Kamisaku a simple check on the sticky posture of the two of them, and added with a frown Said, "Is it useless to break the starting device?"

"It can't be said that there is nothing at all." Shen Shangshuo rubbed his temples and slowly stood up from his lover's arms, and the words one by one slowly became warm, "The two ends of his balance are [destination] and [origin] ] coordinates, I smashed the end representing [destination].”

The white-haired boy slowly showed a pretended relaxed smile, although it looked superficial and pitiful, as if he had been forcibly pasted on a puppet, "If you think about it, at least I won't put Jules Ver Na brought back..."

"Good boy." Before the words finished, Edogawa Ranpo hugged him into his arms, almost pressing him between his ribs and covering him to hide, "My God, if you don't want to laugh, then don't laugh."

"It's okay, I'm here."

Shenshang Shuo seemed to have been cut off suddenly, and suddenly fell silent, with the expression on his face also withered.

"A balance that loses one end of the weight cannot operate...you are equivalent to directly destroying its subsequent operation." Maupassant sighed again, bent down and picked up the half-shattered silver balance, Put it in the palm of your hand and fiddle with it gently, "However, its preconditions have already been activated..."

Her sympathetic eyes lightly fell on Shenshang Shuo's shoulder, which seemed to carry some weight, "My dear child, you should understand what mother means?"

"He doesn't need you, an outsider, to care about him." Hearing this, Edogawa Luanbu stared back fiercely, and hastily rubbed his fingers gently against the boy's spine, coaxing him as if he were giving a cat cub who was born recently. ,"Do not worry about it--"

"Mr. Ranpo...he set the teleportation time to 'that sacred moment'." Shen Shangshuo lightly held down Ranpo's hand, only grabbing a little finger.He looked straight back at the gurgling emerald spring behind him, and repeated gently but firmly, "We may have to... leave a little later."

"Is there anything you want to keep...don't you tell me?" His tone was so soft that it was almost a whisper, like a dream that could be separated at any time, falling on Edogawa Ranpo's heart.

Shen Shangshuo couldn't stop thinking, leave a word, just a word, even if it's for him to think about it.

In case neither he nor Mr. was lucky enough, what could they both do?

Maybe only when such a sad plot happened to Shenshang Shuo, he would complain a little, why do they always let this haunting plot over their heads? On the other hand, some should be allocated to others.

"Little God? Little God, listen to me," the young man who was secretly adding bricks and tiles to his heart was held down by one hand on his shoulder, slowly raised his chin, and dripped a few drops of unknown, crystal clear liquid, " "Click" and landed in the mud.

"This is just an ordinary farewell, don't take it to heart." Edogawa Ranpo has never been more critical of his own words than now, for fear that his lover will find out that he is wrong.He made a firm gesture and straightened Shenshangshuo's shoulders, "I am sure that such a bitter and astringent thing is definitely not the end of Ranpo-sama and Xiaoshang..."

Even this famous detective knows better than anyone else that this farewell is most likely a doomed parting between life and death. The two people are separated by the vast sea of ​​time and spend time on the other side without each other.But he can only hold on to a sliver of possibility, propping up the auspicious assertion magnified into the sky, all as the lingering hope of lovers.

Edogawa tremblingly handed out a snowflake swirling in the north wind, suppressing the sobbing sound in the adult's shell, "God...you believe that too, right? ?”

Shenshang Shuo was silent for a moment, then slowly tightened his grip on the ice crystal that melted in his palm.He raised his soft crystal face and responded with a smile, "I believe it, sir...don't worry, I am convinced too."

He couldn't speak a word, which was the limit of despair and collapse more than dying.Knowing Edogawa's random steps like God Kamisaku, the sensitive child who took every word and deed of his husband in his heart, if he couldn't even see the rich and sad inner under the cover, he couldn't be "" "God Shangshuo".

But... Shenshang Shuo raised his face even higher, and closed his eyes towards the deep sky.

If you wished that I had no doubts, and left with hope and warmth...then the facts here will become what Mr. Ranpo expected, and Kamishang Saku will never allow the slightest change in this parting.

Even if this variable may have become a certainty, even become himself.

As long as it is every word you say, he will not have the slightest doubt to believe it.

You see, sir, as long as you are willing, that snowflake is still in full bloom in winter, and it has never died in the slightest.

......

Saying goodbye to the faces he loved, or who loved him, Shenshang Shuo calmly walked into the silver-gray cave, with a trust like moths flying to a flame, and a throbbing heart fire.

It's time to part.Shenshang Shuo calmly looked at the hollow that came out of nowhere, and the intruding hurricane pushed him into it.

The next second that the flow of time and space locked on him, the soaring air flow was wrapped in silver lightning, and swept towards the young man in an instant, like a huge wave rolled up high, and it felt like a knife cut when it was shot heavily. He repeatedly stabbed the boy in the face.

The beast of time suddenly closed its giant jaws, annexing the fragile pure white.

......

What kind of existence is the turbulent flow of time and space?

That is the existence that every guy who is spying on the power of time will panic for it, and his legs will weaken in an instant, and he will prostrate on the ground and pray for the God of Time and Space to appease his anger.

That long and narrow tunnel is filled with sharp and whirling fragments of time and space, and those metal-like flakes that can directly cut your throat are controlled by frantic winds.In the face of the storms caused by the pressure differences generated by different worlds and times, it is a blessing to be uprooted and shaken to death in mid-air, because once any uncontrollable airflow appears and destroys the balance, you They will all be thrown out of the time-space tunnel directly, and will be crushed into meat by the high-concentration time particles clustered around the passage, and there will be almost no screams.

Fortunately, Shenshang Shuo is lucky enough, because he has ribs, he also has the recovery ability to withstand bursts of meat grinder-style knife-cutting tornadoes.

The first step, finally survived.

Shenshang Shuo fell out of the corridor in one step, staggered forward following his instinct, and held onto a tree covered in blood.

I can......

This was the last thought of the white-haired boy who was bruised and bruised, with deep bony wounds on his back cut from his right shoulder all the way to his lower back.

He fell into a pool of dirt and blood, but seemed to be trapped in an old dream that he did not want to wake up from.

......

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. ...Where's the sword man in their family?"

Yaken Fujishiro squatted down, and calmly looked at the injuries of Kamijou Saku, "Almost all of them are fatal injuries... To be offensive, it is already enough for this God Judge to survive... .”

"Wait?!" Suddenly aware of something, the boy-sized dagger and Foxnosuke looked at each other, and they felt it in unison.

"It's unbelievable..." After a long time, the little fox with complicated patterns opened his eyes first, and his humanized expression flashed past, "A good seedling with such pure spiritual power has not been kidnapped by a colleague from the miscellaneous family. ...Ah, are you invited to be a god judge?"

"It's really strange." Yaken Toshiro's reaction was still calm, but he just looked at the comatose teenager with a complicated expression.

Although the child in front of him was dirty, with bloody embarrassment written all over his body, but the spiritual power gushing out from him was indeed clean and gentle.Although it is slightly cool, it is not cold, just like the stream water that has just melted in early spring, with a little bit of broken ice, gently grasping on the stone slab in front of the house, clear and beautiful.

And a person with such spiritual power will definitely not be a person with evil heart.

Foxnosuke took another deep breath, immersed in the cold fragrance emanating from the strong spiritual power, unable to extricate himself.If it weren't for the worrisome state of the adult in front of him, he couldn't help but roll into the boy's arms and let him touch the fluffy tail that Foxnosuke is proud of.

Now... Foxnosuke's Doudou's eyes flashed a sly light.

It stared at the silent Yaken Toshiro, and said in a soft voice, "How about it, Yakenden, shall we...bring this lord back to Honmaru?"

Yaken Toshiro obviously paused.The Honmaru where he and Foxnosuke were located was not built by His Royal Highness, the god-inspector carefully selected by the Shizhi government, but a mass-produced Honmaru that Shizheng had to systematically produce in order to meet the needs of combat power.

To put it bluntly, it is a low-level Honmaru that is crudely built, with a high degree of freedom for men with swords and swords, but lives entirely by the spiritual power allocated by current affairs.Because they don't have the spiritual power provided by the god-inspectors, their operation of the pill is laborious and slow. Although the top and bottom of the pill work together, their lives are stretched and they are often tight.

For a Honmaru like them, the best way to build it is to find a spiritual examiner who is willing to be a spiritual engine, even for a while.As long as the most difficult and spiritually deficient infrastructure is built, they can live on the spiritual power absorbed by Honmaru from the outside world.

Life doesn't have to be so difficult.

And now... there is such a god-given opportunity in front of him, Yaken Toshiro's eyes gradually darkened, and he couldn't stop thinking.

He sighed softly, picked up the white-haired boy, and said to Foxnosuke who was running behind, "Let's take this adult back to Honmaru first, it's too dangerous here."

"As for other matters, we have to wait for the adult to wake up and ask his opinion."