Mori Chef's self-cultivation

If Kuriharawa hadn't been protected too tightly, the thing that shocked the dean's pupils would have changed from the shooting at the scene to himself.

After all, his shrunken appearance is exactly the same as when he was a teenager. Once someone who knows the inside story sees him, it is absolutely impossible to mistake him.

But I am ashamed to say that although his adult body is about 1.7 meters tall, his growth trend before the age of 15 is so slow that he would hit the wall. He is obviously about 13 or 4 years old, but he is about the same as a 7-year-old child. Extraordinarily compact.

Fortunately, after he successfully escaped from the survival game, he found that his body had grown like a sliver, and he had become the model he is today. Otherwise, he really would not have been able to accept the cruel blow of a lifetime of orthodox body.

However, the side effect was that he had spent a whole year in rehabilitation, before he could recover from the pain that he couldn't breathe when he moved, to the peak state where he could freely switch between the four roles to fight.

Only he himself knows how much unbearable suffering ordinary people have suffered.

But he has no regrets.

You know, this world is so cruel, if you can't become a strong person, you have to become a thing trampled on by others at will, with no room for turning around—just like him in the past, or Atsushi Nakajima now.

"Nakajima, are you still here?"

It was obvious that someone else was the one who shot, but the target of the dean's scolding was still the bewildered white-haired boy, and he didn't know whether he was venting his rising anger or using force to cover up his concern. As always, he didn't have a good face, and said again: "Do you want to continue fooling around with a group of dangerous people? Do you want to leave this orphanage?"

"I, I don't want to leave!" The little tiger, who felt that he had no ability to survive, immediately panicked, and reflexively lowered his head and ran towards the man he feared most, completely unwilling to think about the punishment he would receive later.

Anyway, it is nothing more than confinement, the difference is only that the time is one day, two days, three days or one week, at least it will kill you.

——"I leave here, but I can't survive."

His mind was filled with that terrifying thought, and he shrank even more, like a canine that had made a mistake, he actively put his head into the collar prepared by his master, and completely handed over the control to the other party. .

Kurihara Wataru didn't need to turn his head at all, the situation of the scene spontaneously appeared in his head, as if he was witnessing it with his own eyes.

What is the experience of having a child who is not enterprising?Thank you for the invitation, he is also very disappointed when he is so angry that he can't deal with people every day.

Ye Dou on the side didn't know the inside story, but he felt that he couldn't ask the grievances and grievances of the two parties face to face, so as not to cause unnecessary fights, so he insisted on the reliable state of the elders, and watched the dean who failed to take the sneak shot lead him with a dispirited face. The young man gradually disappeared until he disappeared completely.

Finally he was able to breathe a sigh of relief, and the first sentence was a word of congratulation without a godlike style, "It's okay, it's okay, we didn't ask us to compensate for a new mobile phone."

While talking, he couldn't help but patted the strong body of the man next to him, he didn't know whether it was to complain or to educate him in fear.

"Ji Yin, what's the matter with you, you actually shot directly? If you accidentally hurt an innocent person, your crime will be very difficult to wash away."

"It's his problem." The artifact that was endowed with the title of man and wife still maintains a taciturn style, like a killer who specializes in missions. He doesn't talk too much, and no matter how dull he is, he can't conceal the killing instinct in his bones.

There is no need to waste your tongue on a problem that can be solved with a single shot - such emotions are written all over his face.

In this regard, the unreliable god who had taken him for his own use was at a loss for the time being. He didn't know how to correct his misconceptions, so he turned to talk to the fan in his arms, "Speaking of which, you should be Kurihara, right? Taste It doesn't make any difference..."

"..." Mentioning the skill of finding people by smell, Kurihara got angry, turned his head immediately, and stared at him silently with wisdom.

He instinctively covered his eyes with his hands, and explained helplessly: "I'm not a pervert, it's just that I have a better nose... Um, cough, so why did you become like this? Did you get plotted by someone? Yes Oh, it’s not the guy just now, you can use the camera function to shrink everyone!”

In terms of the richness of imagination, no one dares to rush to the number one throne if the god who is naturally off-line considers himself second.

Of course, such an unreliable argument attracted a new round of Zhixi stares, which can be regarded as calling back his thinking ability, and immediately propped his jaw and said to himself: "No, I didn't follow him. I feel a special power fluctuation on my body..."

"It's my own ability."

Up to now, the little devil who has become an orthodox body can no longer lose his voice, so he simply played the self-exposure tactic and asked the crucial question by the way: "As I mentioned to you before, I have been I searched for my friend, but after meeting him, he has no impression of my existence... Could it be that everything is just my unilateral fantasy?"

When delusions become severe, it is true that false memories can be forged in the brain.

Kurihara, who had heard of similar incidents, pretended to be disappointed, and used this to test the attitude of the blue-haired gods—even if it was unreliable, the world in the eyes of the gods is still different from that of humans, and it is full of many things that only show them. scenery.

Sure enough, Yato immediately vetoed his idea, and comforted him: "It's not your fault. Although it's a little weak, I can indeed detect the edge between you, which is enough to prove that it's his problem."

"Did he forget me?"

"right……"

Probably remembering something, the expression of the blue-haired boy couldn't help but darken, but he quickly lifted his spirits, and decided to tell "her" a conclusion that he had doubted for a long time, "But it's actually a bit strange. Do you still remember that we How did you meet in the beginning? When you fell from the sky and brought about a situation similar to "time change", it made me think...you probably traveled through the gap of time and space and arrived here from another world. "

"—And in the same world, it is absolutely impossible for two "parallel bodies" to exist. "

The atmosphere at the scene inevitably became heavy, as if dark clouds descended, creating a palpitating shadow.

Without further detailed explanation from him, Kurihara Wataru, who had already guessed, understood all the content he wanted to express.

First of all, two "parallel bodies" cannot be compatible in the same world, which means that unless the "self" in this world dies, he in another time and space will never be as alive and kicking as he is now;

Secondly, there is a weak connection between Atsushi Nakajima and him in this world, which can prove that the two people did have a lot of intersection, and even maintained contact even when the other party lost their memory;

Finally, summing up the above, a strange contradiction arises: why does Atsushi Nakajima in this world intersect with him in another world?

His head was running fast, and he came up with a surprising answer without stopping, so even the voice followed extremely obscurely, "Mr. Yato means... I am actually the 'me' of this world? Maybe it is Some kind of accident sent me to another world, and I returned here because of a special opportunity?"

"This is just a guess."

Seeing that "she" understood the core of his long-term thinking in just a short moment, the blue-haired god couldn't help being a little surprised, and subconsciously waved his hands to smooth things over: "You can't make rash assertions without any actual evidence..."

If so, it would be too weird.

It is difficult for even a god to tear apart time and space by himself, let alone send a living person out and then bring it back... Not to mention time-consuming and labor-intensive, the key is that the purpose is really puzzling, isn't it?It can't be idle and boring...

He couldn't help but feel that his head was big, as if his brain had been overwhelmed by too much thinking, and the sound of boiling water was about to come out from the top of his head.

Perhaps because of the sense of crisis, Yato, who had a strong desire to survive, quickly raised his hands and surrendered, saying pitifully: "I'm so hungry, why don't we go eat something? Taking nutrition can effectively help thinking!"

To put it simply, it is to ask for food. Isn’t it a routine operation for believers to (please) offer (customers)?Don't let this opportunity go to waste!

The pink-haired young lady who seems to have the ability to read minds immediately showed contempt, and no longer manages her expressions like a teenager. There is no way, the age shrinks and the mind is easy to change, and I don’t want to bear it at all.

The blue-haired god who was hit by the blunt gaze turned on the mode of hugging and crying: "Whoa, don't look at me with the eyes of 'you can't find a second believer in your life', it's too hurtful Woooo..."

"Okay, isn't it just for dinner? I'm here to treat you. Mr. Yato, don't make any noise!" The little devil, who spent money on cleaning, quickly took out the black card in his pocket and shook it.

Well, it's still the one that Mr. Zhongyuan gave him, so we can't waste resources casually.

In other words, he can be regarded as doing work for the chief, but in the end he didn't even get half a dime. If it were the dean, he would have taken the initiative to buy him snacks.Hmph, cheapskate.

The top floor of the Port Mafia headquarters.

"Ah-choo!" The black-haired man sneezed loudly.

The blond little loli who was eating the cake hurriedly protected her sweets to ensure that it would not be contaminated by pathogens, and then complained: "Rin Taro, you must have done too many bad things, otherwise why would there always be enemies talking about you! I think , just follow Miaomiao’s ideas and make a show of the Ministry of Culture, hurry up and tie her by your side.”

If you don't work hard, what if the cat is abducted by others!

"I know, but everything takes time, little Alice."

Mr. Chief, who was blinded by supernatural beings every day, couldn't help but wryly smiled, and casually pushed the corrected document to the side, and said with a long sigh: "With Dazai-kun's assistance, no one objected. I don't know whether to be lucky or Headache……"

"That guy Dazai is also a cat, so he probably regards Oda as the owner. Rintaro, you really should learn the skills of raising cats from him."

The supernatural body commented old-fashionedly, with an anxious look of hating iron but wishing to fight in person, suddenly clapped his fists, and said with bright eyes: "Otherwise, Rin Taro will make me look like you ? I guarantee that I will be able to hit third base with Meow Meow in three days——hmmmm!"