I'm putting on a vest

escape.escape.escape.

I don’t know how many times I have fallen down. In addition to the smell of wind, there is also the smell of blood in my breath. My throat hurts like hell. Every time I breathe in, the smell of blood will get worse. All the muscles in my body are protesting to her. , the feet are already numb, and I don't think about the pain on my feet, but just let them swing mechanically.

In front is a waist-high construction cement slab. I thought I would fall, but I followed the muscle memory and naturally stepped on the exposed steel bar, and jumped over it with strength.

When did she become so agile and comfortable?Shiina Mashiro didn't understand this, but continued to escape.

escape.escape.escape.

She has been on the run for a long time.Moreover, she didn't have a good rest and meal these days, even with all her strength, her speed was very slow, and the few people who passed by stood in place and looked at her with surprised eyes.

But to escape.to escape.

This has nothing to do with her speed in this world. Even if she is launched on a spaceship, she cannot escape the tracking of 【His】. It is only determined by the significance of her escape speed to herself.

She must do her best to escape, and if she slows down a little, she will be caught up.

She panicked, and the people on the escape route gradually became thinner. After jumping off the high slope, she fled into the gap between the warehouses. She didn't see a whole row of extended black cars parked outside.

It bears the emblem of the city's most notorious mafia.

"..."

She saw a large group of men in black wearing sunglasses and holding guns in their hands. One of them was holding a black box and handing it to a man covered in tattoos all over his body.

Hearing her movement, everyone turned their heads to look at her, and the girl's figure was reflected on the black sunglasses.

Then rows of black guns were aimed at her, and they pulled the trigger without hesitation.

“Da da da da”

Tongues of flame burst from the muzzle of the gun.

"do not want!"

Shiina Mashiro hugged the painting in her arms tightly, her voice was so desperate, but she was not regretting for the life she was about to lose when she was a teenager, but for those who attacked her.

She had stopped running away.

The thing caught up.

Her red pupils desperately reflected the flying bullets.

The bullet reached the girl's slender body at an unavoidable speed, penetrated an invisible barrier before touching her, and dissipated into countless small dots of iron and gunpowder.

Small black, white and red dots covered the fabric of the white dress on the girl's chest without causing any harm, like paint spilled on it.

After completing this task, the oil painting in her arms slowly stretched out the vines drawn with lapis lazuli grinding powder.

The vine stretched, stretched, and left the canvas, shaking slowly in front of Shiina Mashiro.

Then stab straight forward.

"Push"

The sky was obscured.

Shiina Mashiro wiped away the blood splattered on her cheek.

The vines in the painting grow densely when exposed to sunlight, are harder than steel, and sharper than long swords, stabbing all 37 people in front of her into hedgehogs.

Shiina Mashiro returned home exhausted.

When she opened the door, the boy leaned out from the living room and greeted her. Seeing the boy's face, Shiina Mashiro couldn't help showing a smile even though she was exhausted.

She tried her best to drag the plastic bag behind her - the plastic bag was already tattered after being dragged all the way, and something must have fallen out on the way, she tried her best to pick it up, but there was no way if there was any omission - into the house in.

Something was blown on the way, and the contents inside were scattered all over the place.

Shiina Mashiro was at a loss, thinking that he was as clumsy as ever, but the boy didn't care at all. He clapped his hands and came over to help clean up. He also opened an ice cream package and put it gently on Shiina Mashiro's lips.

The cold air emanating from the surface of the ice cream caused the hairs on her lips to stand up slightly.

The boy looked at her with bright eyes.

"what--"

Shiina Mashiro looked at him, and opened her lips in a daze to speak. The teenager used the gap to let the ice cream slide into the corner of her mouth. The cold cream melted between her lips and tongue, and she closed her teeth and bit it. took a piece.

It was too cold, and her teeth hurt a little, but when the cream slid down her throat, it seemed to soothe her hot flashes after a day of running around today.

She took the ice cream stick from the boy's hand, and slowly ate it, and her posture naturally changed from standing to sliding to the ground.

"Because Zhenbai worked hard today." The boy's gorgeous voice sounded like he was hitting piano keys from above, "I can already buy things by myself, so I want to reward you."

"...Um."

The boy sat down and began to tidy up his things. When he put the things in the cabinet, he raised his hands, leading the large T-shirt to reveal a part of his waist.

His body is very slender and his skin is very fair, but that waist is more shocking than the boy's unique sexual tension.

There are many wounds on it, layer by layer, and a few bandages are crookedly wrapped around the outermost one. The bandages are pale pink, and it seems that blood is oozing again today.

As if sensing her gaze, he quickly put his hand down, and the T-shirt covered his wound again.

The boy turned to look at her.

"Are you scared?"

Shiina Mashiro shook his head.

The only loot she brought in was the bag, and the oil painting that was almost as tall as her was missing when she ran away.

"Have the oil paintings sold today?" the boy asked.

Shiina Mashiro licked off the outermost layer of melted cream with her lips, and the white cream covered her pink lips, and was gently licked off by her tongue.

She shook her head.

"Ozu, you know." Her tone was a little hesitant, recalling the words she heard earlier.Not sure if it's a memory error.

"Port... Mafia?"

The boy's eyes widened slightly, a little surprised why she knew this name.

His soft lips naturally picked up and smiled.

"I don't know." He said meekly and harmlessly, "But it sounds scary, it's better not to get involved with them."

Shiina Mashiro has traveled to this world for half a month.

She didn't know why she would time travel, as if her friend Rita sometimes read those novels, which recorded the story of a girl who came to another world and met someone, but Shiina Mashiro hadn't read it, only occasionally Hearing Rita tell those stories to her between paintings.

She didn't have any expectations for another world, and the scenery of this world hadn't been painted yet.

She just found an ancient book in the corner of the studio that day. Although she said that she couldn't read it because of the language barrier, just looking at the shape of the ancient book and the mysterious pattern of life on its cover was enough to inspire her. inspiration.

She painted and painted and painted, neither eating nor sleeping.Standing in front of the easel, on the left is the stand for the glucose solution and needle water.Sometimes she fell into a coma due to excessive lack of sleep. When she got up, the needle tube had slipped from the back of her hand, and blood flowed all over the place, but she didn't care about it.

When she woke up for the third time, what she faced was not the ceiling of the hospital and the worried face of her grandfather, but...

"Unfamiliar sky."

Shiina Mashiro muttered, and suddenly her head was turned by an external force, and she saw a human face at an incorrect angle.

She sat up and turned her head once more before the face came into view at the correct angle.

It was a young boy, very thin, with black eyes and hair, and a gloomy beauty piled up between his brows and eyes.

"I said." The boy's fingertips gently scratched her neck, without any warmth, she felt as if she was touched by steel.

"I saved you, at least say thank you."

This is how she and Ozu first met.

Ozu's full name is Shuji Tsushima. That's what he said when Mashiro asked him what his name was. He didn't hesitate at all, and he pronounced it very skillfully, so it should be the truth.

Ozu picked her up from the street and lived with her after that. He knew that Shiina Mashiro’s hobby is painting. To be precise, he has been holding the paintbrush tightly since he consciously started, taking this as his only way of life. Don’t do it After she couldn't survive, she didn't hesitate to buy expensive painting tools for her, and she was always able to get the precious raw materials for making paints she needed from various channels.

Mashiro thanked him very much, and as a reward, after she drew her works, she sold them to some people in exchange for money through Ozu's introduction.

She has never met those clients, and she is not good at interacting with others. Even when she was in another world, these things were entrusted to her grandfather and her agent, and she was just painting in the studio.

But Ozu took the paintings out, and when he came back, he always brought a lot of food and money. He kept the money in a bank card, and Mabai kept that card for himself. She could see it inside. Growing numbers, but there is actually no concept of these.

For her, as long as she can draw, it will be fine.

"So it's about the painting?"

On the bed after the lights were turned off, Ozu and Mashiro hid in the same bed, whispering shoulder to shoulder.

"Yep."

Zhenbai also whispered that the moonlight was shining on the sheet in front of her, and she gently covered the moonlight with the palm of her hand, thinking that it would be great if she could mix the paint of this color.

Aware of Mashiro's thoughts, Ozu also put his hand on her hand.

"Two people might be able to better preserve this color."

He said this to her with a smile, and then continued to ask, "Haven't you drawn it yet?"

Zhenbai shook his head regretfully.

According to Ozu, her time travel is probably due to the painting she drew. He believes that as long as she completes the painting, she can return to the original world.

This sounds ridiculous, but in fact, since Mashiro Shiina came to this world, her works have somehow contained some strange powers. These strange powers cannot be manipulated, but they are extremely powerful.

Just this morning, this force killed 37 people associated with the Port Mafia.

"Come on and paint." Ozu poked her with his hand, and Mashiro dodged to the side timidly, wrapping his outstretched fingers with his other hand.

Ozu's nails were trimmed very short, scratching lightly on the palm of her hand gave her a tickling feeling.

She wanted to laugh a little, but it felt different from the time when she poked her waist before, there was something hot coming from Ozu and her touch.

She dodged to the side anxiously.

"what happened?"

Ozu looked at her, his black eyes were inexplicably charming under the moonlight.

Mashiro shook his head, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

Ozu stopped talking.

After a long time, until the breathing of the person next to him gradually calmed down, Zhenbai thought he had fallen asleep, so she stopped pretending to be asleep, opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, thinking wildly.

But I heard a voice from beside me, "Will the port mafia hurt you?"

"...I have no idea."

Shiina Mashiro said hesitantly.

But if they hurt her, she should be able to protect herself. She still doesn't know where the limit of her painting power is, and the nightmare she has is at least the destruction of the world.It seems that the aftermath of the chaos that occurred when we first crossed has not dissipated. The area is still tightly sealed. The last time I went to see it, there were a lot of government personnel patrolling with machine guns outside.

"Hmm..." Ozu snorted softly, with a little sleepiness in his voice, Mashiro was infected by this sleepiness, and also yawned.

Tears blurred her vision, and she kind of wanted to sleep.

"Good night," she said.

Before falling asleep completely, she heard Ozu's voice.

"If they hurt you." The voice seemed very reliable for some reason, "I will protect you."

Zhenbai didn't answer, and fell asleep with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Time passed by in the dream, the moon outside the window gradually fell with the rotation of the earth, and when it fell to a certain angle, it illuminated the book in the corner of the bedroom.

That book was the source of inspiration for Shiina Mashiro's paintings before time travel, and she still carried it with her for some reason even after time travel.

The font on the cover is by no means any known text on the earth, like the traces left by earthworms crawling. If there is a resident of the dreamland here, singing the most profane words on the night of the full moon, it can Know the meaning of the lettering on the cover.

That's the title of the book.

The Raliyah Text