[Comprehensive + Sword Dance] Warm Wind Story

——What kind of world is hell?

Qinghe looked at the familiar room in front of him, and stood there without moving.

——The moment when your most precious thing is destroyed in front of your eyes, it is hell.

Ugh.

She couldn't help but sighed in her heart, for her carelessness or something else.

The cold night wind is howling outside the window, but the temperature inside the room is very comfortable, so comfortable that people who are a little bit sleepy want to just lean on the chair and fall asleep.

The interior furnishings are simple and elegant, but many small details can highlight the good taste of the room owner.However, what attracts the most attention is the bookshelf that is taller than a person, and the various "graffiti" placed on the table next to the bookshelf.

Qinghe stepped out of the headquarters and came to the street the next moment, what he saw was such a scene.

Perhaps because she didn't deliberately hide her expression, someone noticed her mental activity.

"What's the matter, Qinghe?"

A familiar gentle voice rang in his ears, Qinghe followed the voice, and as expected, he saw Mrs. Matsumoto's slightly worried gaze.

—Here it is again.

Her former home.

Qinghe doesn't need to investigate anything else, she clearly knows that she has fallen into "brain hell", and everything she sees now is an illusion reflected by the spirit.

Unsurprisingly, the time and place she was in was "the home that night".

"Is there something you don't understand?" Mrs. Matsumoto closed the book in her hand, and Qinghe sat next to her, and naturally saw that the cover of the book said "simple potion making and use" - which was written by Mrs. Matsumoto herself The purpose of the book for her was to serve as a scientific and educational material for her who was slightly interested in it at the time.

The book records some initial research results of Mrs. Matsumoto, and of course, it also contains a lot of simple medicinal materials and chemical knowledge.

Thinking back to when she first arrived in the troubled times of the Tang Dynasty and was forced to assume the status of a doctor, it was because of these basic knowledge that she was not suspected by others.

"There are some things I don't understand."

When speaking, Qinghe noticed that her voice was much more immature. Combining her current perspective and understanding of Q's ability, Qinghe suddenly realized the fact that she had become smaller in this illusion.

Thinking of what happened that night, Qing He narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice was undisturbed, and even his tone was deliberate, full of the coquettishness that a child should have, "I won't learn today."

"Well... the efficiency of studying all the time will not be too high." Mrs. Matsumoto followed her words, "Okay, that's all for today. The New Year will soon be, and it is also an important day for Qinghe."

"Ah."

Kiyoka jumped off the chair, walked up to Mrs. Matsumoto and kissed her on the cheek, then went downstairs with a smile on her face.

The hall on the first floor was decorated in a very festive way. When the peace went down, her brothers and sisters had already made a fuss, and her father was preparing the last snack in the kitchen.

Jian Qinghe poked her head out from the stairs to look at them, and several children who looked similar to her all waved to her, gesturing for her to hurry over and play with them.There was even a dispute between the two parties over whether she should go to her sister's side or her brother's side, and they each listed the advantages of "playing with us" and the disadvantages of "playing with him/them" to Qinghe.

Seeing the way they pointed at each other while suggesting to her, Qinghe couldn't help softening his expression.

The last time she only had time to see her mother, this was the first time she saw her past brothers and sisters with the current state of mind.

There is a little nostalgia, and there is also a little sadness that does not need to be said.

"so--"

At the end of the dispute over there, I finally thought of asking the parties.

"Qinghe, who do you want to be with? Brother? Sister?"

"Of course the New Year is to play together."

What Qing He said was exactly the same as at that time.

She blended in with her brothers and sisters, played games together, made fun of each other, and the carefree time seemed to bring her back to the past. She recalls the illusion created.

Soon, it was zero o'clock.

When the New Year's bell rang, Qinghe and her family were sitting at the dinner table, toasting each other.

"Happy New Year!"

Stand up, clink glasses, sit down again.

Surrounded by the aroma of hot milk, she took a sip, and even the taste was perfectly imitated.

"Children, this is your New Year's gift."

Big and small boxes have long been placed beside Mrs. Matsumoto. Now that she said so, she handed the gifts to the children one by one.

Brightly colored gift boxes are held by the children, and each box is tied with Nianyu, with blessings for them pasted on it.

After thanking them, the children couldn't wait to open the box.Although they were no longer children, they still showed pure joy when they saw the presents.

"Of course, there is also our little birthday boy today."

Finally, Mrs. Matsumoto gave the gift to Qinghe.

Qinghe knows what's inside without opening it.

Fachai is based on hydrangeas... But she was pawned off by her for various reasons when she didn't join Hong Kong Hei.And when she was stable and wanted to redeem it, the store owner was no longer there because of the war.

At that time, she was also sad for a while, but in the end she was relieved and no longer deliberately retrieved it.

After finishing the meal, Qinghe no longer acted according to the impression in his memory, but directly left the living room and walked to a position only one step away from the door.

She heard the sound of someone falling, but she didn't look back, but put the hairpin into the box and put it on the ground.

"Even if it's a false impression... I'm still very happy to see you again."

When Qinghe said this, he finally turned around and saw everything in the living room.

Her brother and sister fainted on the ground, while her parents were supporting each other, standing on the side a little far away from her.

"But we don't feel that we regret letting you live."

Her parents, who were originally gentle, looked at Qinghe with ferocious faces at this moment, as if they saw some kind of enemy. This made her thoughts slightly confused, but they quickly stabilized.

"Why ignore our pain?"

"Why are you unwilling to take us away when you can?"

"Why would you rather help an outsider than save us?"

The brothers and sisters who were unconscious on the ground raised their heads while maintaining the posture of lying on the ground, their eyes and eyebrows similar to hers were full of malice and grief, and their clear eyes had already been stained black like a curse.

"Why, you survived?"

Qing He's expression was indifferent, and he was not shaken by seeing all this.

"—Because, I can't die yet."

The flames suddenly scorched everything and swept the living room with a powerful posture.

This was not such an unexpected fire, so Qinghe did not dodge in a panic, but stood in place to recognize their unfamiliar expressions to her one by one.

There was fire in her eyes, reflecting the movements of the blood relatives standing up unsteadily, picking up knives as weapons.

As if thinking of something, Qinghe was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "At that time, I did hesitate."

Early on, she was asking herself the same questions every day.

"Why couldn't I save anyone, why was I the only one who escaped, why... I just happened to encounter these things."

No one can give her the answer, even if she has supernatural powers, she can't understand or accept this reality, and even once thought about giving up the hard-won life just like that.

"But, now that I know, it's not as important as I thought."

Even if we go back to the past, the result remains unchanged.

Does everything she does make sense?

No, there are.

"I don't deny that I will never be sorry to my brothers and sisters in this matter, and I will live with this kind of past for the rest of my life." Qing He looked directly into their eyes, even though he knew it was just an illusion, he couldn't help saying this to them. Said, "But I know better - mother would not say such a thing."

Will smile and give the chance of life to her mother, she will never show such an expression like the people in the illusion.

"I will let the ability erode me, but I just want to tell you something."

If it was Qinghe before she became the "King", she would still have no solution in the face of brain hell, but now, as long as she wants to resist, her huge mental strength can help her break through the illusion.

The reason why she would be indifferent and let the power rage, she just wanted to say what she didn't say at the time.

Faced with their gradually changing ferocious faces, Qinghe showed a childlike smile, "You once said to me that you hope I can live happily instead of everyone."

The same scene unfolded in front of her, but the family members who were demonized by the supernatural power were naturally unable to give her a positive answer.

"I couldn't tell you about my 'future' back then, but now...it doesn't matter."

Mixed with turbid air, the knife that had already stabbed Qinghe disappeared, and the person holding the knife also turned into black air and dissipated.

Qinghe, who was standing inside the door, took a step back and walked out of the house.

With a calm and firm gaze, she watched the illusion created by the supernatural power slowly reveal its original dark appearance, and gradually turned into nothingness due to her mental interference.

A doomsday-like scene appeared in front of her, and the truth of the illusion was exposed to her eyes.

The red moon hangs in the sky, and the cold air is overflowing.

The distorted "family members" turned into the prototypes of monsters created by supernatural powers, and the flames burned and entangled them, but they seemed to be holding weapons without pain, and approached her mechanically, just wanting to take her life.

"I have kept the agreement well, and lived happily as you expected...Although various things have happened, I don't hate them, and I even understand what I am pursuing."

She said so, increasing the output of mental power.

"So... just disappear with peace of mind."

The nightmare created by Brain Hell finally couldn't bear her power, the illusion suddenly disintegrated, and everything returned to calm.

After adapting to the sunshine of reality, Qinghe saw the familiar street clearly.

Of course, in addition to the still chaotic city, Qinghe also met a person who would not be surprised to appear here.

"I didn't expect to see you again so soon."

The other party's outstretched hand hadn't had time to take it back, but when Qinghe saw it, he didn't feel any embarrassment, and his expression naturally changed to a greeting gesture, and the smile on his face was even brighter.

"...I'm not surprised to meet Mr.

Seeing his outstretched hand, Qinghe showed an exaggerated expression of relief, "Fortunately, Mr. is here, otherwise I was really worried that I would become a part of destroying the street because of the supernatural power."

He didn't refute her words, but he didn't say clearly that he would go to her, and his purpose was indeed to use his supernatural powers to help her escape from the predicament of brain hell—but he didn't expect that she had grown to the point where she could escape the spiritual hell by herself. Department of supernatural powers.

"Xiao Qinghe will appear here... It seems that we are on opposite sides this time." Dazai Osamu's gaze hovered above the sky for a moment, and then looked at Qinghe again.He restrained his smile a little, but his expression was still not hostile, "But...we don't need to do anything before solving Q's problem, right?"

"Of course." Qinghe nodded, not paying attention to his tone of turning the interrogative sentence into an affirmative sentence, "Reducing losses is the common goal of Hong Kong gangsters and Buteisha... Besides, it is not difficult to guess the purpose of the leader asking me to come out. "

When he mentioned Mori Ogai, the temperature in Dazai's eyes faded a little, but he didn't know what he thought of, and his eyes became warm again, "It's not difficult to know the reason."

The purpose of sending her out without letting Miyuki Miyabe follow her was naturally a temptation.

To test her ability and position after returning is also to test his attitude towards her.

"...However, since Xiao Qinghe will appear here, he must have his own purpose, right?"

Just like Qinghe understands Dazai, Dazai also understands Qinghe.

If there is no plan, Qinghe will not leave Hong Kong's troops at this time, even if it is the order of Mori Ogai.

"Yeah, after all... I don't want to be suspected by the leader all the time, obviously I have no intention of betraying." In a tone of pretending to be wronged, Qinghe said so, and turned his sights to the other side, which is farther away. At one end, "So, we must let the leader know that I still have some use."

After a second or two of silence, Qinghe suddenly said something that he hadn't mentioned before.

"By the way—Mr. Dazai thinks, who can save the lives of people in the entire city at this moment?"

"There is no savior in this world, Xiao Qinghe." When Osamu Dazai said this, his eyes completely darkened, and there was still a slight arc on his mouth, but there was no smile in what he said, "You should understand... ...No one can save everyone."

"I see."

Qinghe replied like this, but the ability has already spread out.

"I've known this kind of thing for a long time."

The black mist wrapped around Kiyohe's body, Dazai Osamu was not far away, and naturally found that there were some imperceptible fluorescent lights in the black mist, which seemed familiar.

"However, that is no reason to sit by."

She's not a savior, and she's not going to do such a thankless thing, but Yokohama is different for her.

This is her second home, a place where she cannot let outsiders make trouble.

""Black mist"?at such a time? "As her teacher, Osamu Dazai is naturally very familiar with her abilities. When the black mist first appeared, he guessed her plan, "Could it be that you—"

"Exactly what you think."

The black mist around Qinghe gradually dissipated, her sight followed the movement of the black mist directly in front of her, and finally froze.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that she felt that the whole city was filled with an imperceptible fog, and then she smiled and activated her second ability.

Ability, "Black Mist".

After becoming the "King", Black Mist's abilities also stabilized.

"It's just a city, just right."

She took a step back with ease, and avoided the touch before Dazai approached her.She even smiled back, with an unconscious reassurance.

"Even 'unlucky' can become 'lucky'."

She sighed, and finally got serious.

"Then—sleep."

In the next second, the noisy street suddenly fell silent.

The author has something to say:

The ability of Qinghe to use the black mist is to make the non-combat people in the whole city and the people who have been in the brain hell go into a coma (the probability of misfortune in the whole city is manipulated, such as the escaped person wrestling and knocking his head and causing a coma, or someone happens to Inhaling flowers/medicines that induce drowsiness, or people who have been busy all day suddenly can't hold on and fall asleep immediately, or even two people who have been in the brain hell start fighting each other and hit each other at the same time, causing physical drowsiness, etc. probability event).

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