[Comprehensive] How to kill a rabid dog gently

Prynne.What kind of person is Jesso?

After writing his name on the paper, Cheng's pen paused for a while, and she found it difficult to think of a concise way of expressing him.

Although most people in this world have rich personalities, the complexity of many people's personalities is often reflected in different levels-people are like rough stones wrapped in layers, with changes in circumstances and depth of contact, a certain It is normal for the nature that an individual manifests to change as well.

But even so, in a specific environment, the impression left by a person on the surrounding people will still have a clear commonality.

Such as appearance, voice, tone of voice, etc.

These are all objective external labels, and they are the most obvious external manifestations of the inner world in the material world, and in-depth exploration of a person often inevitably starts from these aspects.

However, Bai Lan...

Cheng thought in distress.

It's not that he can't impress people, on the contrary, he is unforgettable both in appearance and temperament.

However, he seems to be a bit different.

He had...something that could only be found by diving deep through the fog of the unknown, going further than the end.

Cheng didn't know what it was yet, but she felt familiar with it.

——However, compared to personality profiling, how did this young man named Bai Lan master the cutting-edge technology, whether there is a huge unknown force behind him, and why did he suddenly enter Pengo Lie's field of vision... These are obviously more worthy of investigation.

Cheng smiled and closed the notebook.

While she was thinking, people in the classroom left one after another, and Cheng's task target was no longer in his seat.She was not in a hurry to make contact with the other party deliberately at this time, so she didn't feel much urgency for losing the target.

However, now Cheng really has no reason to stay here anymore.

Cheng hesitated for a long time in front of the shelf.

Originally, she went into the store just to buy whipped cream for dinner, but today she happened to find a limited flavor of animal biscuits on the shelf next to the boxed cream.

This is one of Bell's favorite snacks.

She's been in a state of indecision ever since... and just as she's alone, a hand goes over her and takes a package of marshmallows from the shelf directly above her.

The other party's actions were as quiet and light as a cat, and Cheng didn't even notice when the other party came behind her. She turned her face and saw a pair of eyes that she had gradually become familiar with recently.

The other party's eyes narrowed slightly, as if watching her, and seemed to lightly leap to another place, also like a cat's inseparable, elusive.

Cheng was the first to say hello.

"What a coincidence."

"Perhaps it can't be called a coincidence." Bai Lan smiled, "If you hadn't stayed in the same place for too long, I might not have noticed the products placed here."

He shook the cute package of candy in his hand.

"New to Marshmallow."

Cheng looked up and saw the description on the package: "Peach flavor...is a summer limited product. Do you like cotton candy?"

"I like it." Bai Lan said while picking up the biscuit box from the shelf, "What are you looking at...is it this?"

Cheng nodded, and took the biscuit box with animal images drawn from him.

"Then, since you have been hesitating for so long, is there anything to worry about?"

"Actually, my ward—ah, it can be understood as my younger brother—he likes this kind of biscuit very much." Cheng said, "However, that kid has made a mistake recently. In the next period of time, he will reduce his snack expenses, and I have no plans to go back on my word now."

"Well, that's a very reasonable approach."

"Yes. Besides, that child is different from ordinary people, especially when treating him, you can't spoil him at will..."

"but?"

Before she was about to say the turning point, the other party opened the mouth for her, and Cheng couldn't help smiling.

"True, but," she said, "I can't help but feel a pity to ignore it."

"pity?"

"Obedient children, and children who have done bad things... They may not all be innocent, but children must be pure." Cheng lowered his head and looked at the animal pattern on the biscuit box with soft eyes , "Mr. Bailan, I think purity is a very precious quality."

"It's like, before the advent of industrial civilization, even broken shells are beautiful."

Cheng said.

"Or, now I find a new flavor of cotton candy in the store, of course I feel very happy, but this feeling is no longer the same as when I first fell in love with cotton candy when I was a child...Of course, Whether it is industrial civilization or becoming mature, it is a very good thing."

"It's just irreversible beautiful things that make me feel nostalgic."

Having said that, Cheng felt a little embarrassed.

"Sorry, this seems to have strayed from the original question..."

"Do not."

Bai Lan said softly.

"I see, this is indeed something worth worrying about."

Cheng looked at him, and for a brief moment, she felt that the elusive smile in Bai Lan's eyes disappeared.

But when he spoke again, he was clearly still smiling, and the change just now seemed to be Cheng's illusion.

"Now the choice you face becomes very clear. Whether to stick to the principle or do what will make the child happy, from your point of view, the two are indeed incompatible contradictions that cannot be reconciled."

— “However, for me, such a contradiction does not exist.”

He took the biscuit box from Cheng.

"If I wanted to give it to that kid, would you say no?"

She froze for a moment.

"...No, I have no position to refuse for him."

"Then, the problem is solved~"

Cheng blinked in surprise.

"Mr. Bai Lan, are you the fairy godmother of that child?"

"?...!"

For a long time - as long as half a second, Bai Lan was shocked by her description.

"Ah, I just thought of this suddenly, and I don't mean to offend...Mr. Bailan?"

The boy who was standing next to her supported the shelf and squatted down little by little.

"What's in the body... huh?"

Cheng bent down to try to check the other party's situation, but stopped in the middle, and asked helplessly.

"Is it that funny, Mr. Prynne?"

"No, I just suddenly felt my heart beating fast, and I wanted to relieve it a little."

"And how do you explain the shaking of your shoulders and your voice?"

"It's a complication."

"...It's the first time I know of such a disease."

"This is the acute palpitation caused by being hit by a heartbeat for a moment."

Cheng took it as a tease as a matter of course, but when she was about to turn away, she was suddenly hooked with her little finger.

Cheng looked down, and Bai Lan, who was holding her, raised her head, the traces of indulgent laughter still remained on his face, showing a clear and childlike expression that only belonged to teenagers.

"May I call your name?"

She nodded.

"Then correspondingly, please call me by my name directly."

After a while, he continued.

"Among what was said just now, at least one sentence is not a lie."

Before she seriously thought about the meaning of his words, Bai Lan hooked her fingers and moved up quietly, holding her palm, and then exerted a little force to stand up.

"It's still early, let's drink coffee together, Cheng."

The waiter put two transparent glasses filled with espresso in front of the two of them. The clear one was filled with thick milk foam, while the brandy one showed a pure and rich dark color, with only fine-textured coffee Grease floats to the top.

"Is it double espresso?" Cheng was a little surprised by Bai Lan's coffee taste, "It's quite bitter."

Bai Lan frankly agreed with her opinion.

"Well, it's a smell that I can't stand at all."

"Then why..."

Just when she was puzzled, the waiter came to them for the second time, took out the bird's beak pot containing milk, cream and sugar from the tray one by one, and placed them one by one in front of Bailan.

Bai Lan raised her wrist and casually poured a large amount of milk into the cup. Watching the milky white milk submerge into the original coffee liquid without any scruples, Cheng Cheng suddenly thought, "This is a willful and wayward man” thought.

As he continued to add spoonfuls of sugar, Chung shifted his gaze from the coffee cup to his face.

"I have read your profile."

she said suddenly.

"You are not from Sicily, and even a few months ago, you just received an acceptance letter from a top American university."

Prynne watched her with his jaw propped up, adding the second and third spoonfuls of sugar at the same time.

"Sorry, this might offend you... But the information provided by the intelligence department is very detailed, and there is nothing unnaturally tampered with."

Cheng frowned slightly.

"Thus, this ordinary personal information has become the most unusual part of the whole incident related to you... From your life trajectory so far, I can't find the slightest, related to the flame of death, or Vengley-related traces."

"I can understand it getting you guys into a mess."

Bai Lan smiled and put down the silver spoon.

"In this case, Cheng, I can answer two questions for you, and within the scope of these two questions, I promise to be basically honest...Of course, you can still remain skeptical, it is your freedom to believe or not to believe .”

Cheng observed his expression, then bent the corners of his mouth.

"make a deal."

She took a sip of coffee as a buffer for thinking.

Then, Cheng gently put down the coffee cup.

"First of all, you are the real Bailan. Jesso?"

"Well, it's a very cautious and effective question." After a little evaluation, he answered the question, "I am indeed the real 'Bran Jesso'—at least the only one in this world. So."

He continued.

"In addition, there is no error in your investigation results, it is indeed my information... Is this answer enough?"

"Well, that's enough."

Cheng repeated his answer in his mind, carefully remembered the other party's reaction and wording, and then asked the next question.

"The second question is, what is your purpose?"

"..."

Bai Lan didn't answer immediately.

He took out two cloud-like white and soft square candies from the unpacked marshmallow package, and let go of his hands above the mouth of the cup. The candies that fell into the thick liquid were wrapped and swallowed by dark brown bit by bit.

"You said, pure is a very precious thing... I actually agree with that, Cheng."

He watched as the marshmallow sank little by little in the glass.

"But if children's ignorance keeps them pure, it seems to me that the vast majority of people in the world remain pure throughout their lives."

Cheng was confused by his seemingly irrelevant remarks, and the other party realized this, and he smiled at her, without further explanation, but brought up another topic.

"If human beings really built the Tower of Babel leading to heaven, can they really grasp the authority of God? I have spent a long time thinking about this question... I probably believed that the answer is yes.

"But the truth is that heaven is an indescribable existence for human beings. The so-called authority of God also far exceeds the scale that individual human beings can control..."

——"The human beings who climbed to the last level of the Tower of Babel will see the scenery of an extremely lonely nothingness."

He slowly raised his head, staring into Cheng's eyes with incomparable concentration.

"Cheng, on the day I met you, I was standing in front of the last step of the Tower of Babel, and the gate of heaven in front of me was slowly opening."

What he glimpsed in the gaps of countless parallel worlds, the huge wave-like desire for power and sense of control is a temptation that no one can refuse, but this time Bai Lan, before everything started, had a faint premonition of the emptiness after the monstrous tide receded world.

While being carried forward by the power itself, he gradually realized that he might be repeating the same mistakes, so he fanatically and desperately walked towards the future that would eventually become his playground and the grave of his soul.

Then, he met the man.

"I think we've known each other for a long time, but no matter how we search our memory, it's just our first meeting."

"Then why, when I saw you, did I feel like I had found something I had lost? I felt a strong curiosity... This unprecedented mood even prevented me from taking the last step .”

"Sorry, Cheng, these words must be meaningless and incomprehensible to you."

"Everything related to your question can be fully answered in the next sentence."

"I want to find the answer."

Bai Lan said to her.

"Everything I did was to come to you.

...in order to meet you again.

Bell was suspended for a full week due to damage to public property and other long-standing violations of discipline by other faculty members named Bell and fellow elementary school students.

——Whether this move can effectively correct Belphegor's bad habit of ignoring rules and discipline is still open to debate, but at least both parties are sincerely happy about it.

In the end, it was Cheng's ban on snacks that really served as a punishment and made Bell very dissatisfied.

"Bell, I'm back."

Cheng called his name when she opened the door, but she didn't hear the other party's reply until she changed her shoes, closed the door, and walked to the small living room.

"Bell?"

She tentatively raised the volume, and just when Cheng almost began to consider the possibility of Bell running away from home, she finally found the little boy who was vigilantly spying outside after quietly opening a cracked door.

"What do you want to do? To force the prince to go to school?"

"No, I am reflecting on the trouble I have caused to your teachers and classmates... It is too cruel to break their hard-won peaceful time."

Cheng said in a relaxed tone, and walked to Bell's room.She kept a step away, and did not open the door he had concealed.

"I have something else to tell you, do you want to listen?"

"..."

Belphegor fell into conflicted thinking.After a while, he cautiously pushed the door a little wider.

"Well, if you want to apologize for your disrespect, the prince can barely listen."

Cheng said gently but decisively.

"Sorry, I have nothing to apologize to you for."

Before Bell became angry, she squatted down, took out the biscuit box from her handbag, put it on her knees, and leaned her elbows on the box lid, asking leisurely.

"Just wanted to ask if you need this."

"want."

Bell rushed out of the room with extraordinary agility, crashing into Cheng's arms with the box.

"Then the prince will reluctantly forgive you."

"I don't want you to forgive me, this is just passed on to you on behalf of others."

Bell paused when he unpacked, then raised his face and asked.

"who is it?"

"Yes……"

Cheng remembered that the tasks related to Bai Lan were still at a very high level of secrecy, so he changed his words easily.

"A passing fairy godmother."

Bell read Cinderella from a picture book... Although he scoffed at this story (Bell: Prince, I will never like that kind of useless woman.), but in his wonderful world view, as a noble prince A fairy godmother or two is a matter of course.

"Princes don't want to be Cinderella." Bell found the point of protest from a strange angle, "The Red Queen is better—if it's a prince, it's the Red King!"

"Hmm... It seems that the Red Queen is indeed closer to your character." Cheng followed his train of thought, "Since we often drink afternoon tea together, am I Alice?"

"Cheng is Sleeping Beauty." He answered seriously, but his logic was very unconstrained, "Because Cheng will kiss me goodnight."

Cheng couldn't help laughing.

What is Bai Lan?

She suddenly thought of this.

He is mysterious and dissociated, crazy and calm, even when the weather is calm, you can see a powerful projection dormant at his feet... He can be a magic mirror, a witch, a Cheshire cat, or something similar to one of his aspects other.

Maybe he must first step into an unknown world, see what he sees, think what he thinks, and then he can solve the mysteries that linger around him.

What is the answer to the mystery that he wants to get from himself, and what impact will this have on his migratory endless journey, these things are still unknown.

But she already had a vague premonition that Bai Lan might be the white rabbit who guided her to the strange tea party, and what will be revealed after that is...

The notification tone of the mobile phone interrupted Cheng's unconscious thoughts, she recovered and opened the new message.

is an encrypted email.

Since he couldn't see the source of the information, Cheng tried the keys of various possible routes, and finally entered the content of the email for the last time.

A mission report was attached to the email, and the message itself was brief.

Signed by Squalo.

"Cheng?"

"... Bell."

Cheng raised his face and said to the boy.

"I have to go to Valia headquarters."