The daily life of passersby behind the scenes BOSS

The library of the High School of Conjuration is magnificent.

There are a vast number of books, letters, and archives hidden here, covering many fields such as Shinto, demons, monsters, and spells from thousands of years ago to the present.

Many well-known conjurers have left their lifelong notes and experiences here for future reference.

But Ye Mozheng went through the relevant records here, but he couldn't find any information about the identity of the strange fish that could attack Gojo Wu on the surface, so he was so shocked.

—Conjurers are madmen.In the family of spells that have been passed down for hundreds of years, there are many people who are keen on experimenting and exploring spells, but even so, there are still no previous spell masters who have recorded power fluctuations similar to those of strange fish.

Could it be that the monster appeared out of thin air?

However, Noctua Moth's worry was only slightly revealed to the second-year trio who he thought could be alone.The first-year Haibara Yuu was completely unaware.

Seeing Kazamainlan looking at the bookshelf intently, he thought it was the first time that Kazamainlan, an ordinary person, had seen such a huge and magnificent collection of books, so he said proudly, "Isn't it spectacular?"

"When I first entered the college, the first time I entered the library, I was taken aback by the bookkeeper. If Qihai hadn't helped me up, I would have lost face."

However, Kazamain Lan could no longer hear what Hui Yuanxiong was saying.

He raised his head and stared at the labels on the tall bookshelf in front of him.

Those blue eyes were filled with frantic anger, even his body trembled slightly, and the veins in his clenched fists burst out.

"The Lycra ruins... So, does it actually exist in this world?" Kazama Yonlan murmured inaudibly, suppressing her anger, as if she was talking to herself.

Everything around has been ignored by Kazama Yardan, and all the scenery and characters have turned into a background board of color blocks and pixels.

The Lycra characters that have long been lost in time are written on the sheepskin labels [Lycra] on the bookshelf.Even the sheepskin has aged and curled over a long period of time, indicating that the gathering of the materials of the Lycra civilization has happened a long time ago.

However, with just two simple words, it is easy to pry open the memory that Kazama Yardanlan has long locked up and does not want to recall.

The dust of the past penetrated ten years and came rushing toward us.

Underground tombs with thin air, organs and traps all over the place, relic hunters and bounty hunters who are following but are dying, blood and flesh splattered all over the walls...

【Lan Kazamain, you are just a mouse raised by rubbish on Meteor Street. Do you think that Professor Kazamain can get rid of the darkness under your skin by putting on a layer of human skin?Oh, naive. 】

Who... who is speaking?

Like a devil whispering, the entanglement echoes and refuses to let go.

【You belong to darkness and death, Kazama Courtyard Lane, you will return to Meteor Street sooner or later, it has already left its mark on you.Even if you die, don't try to escape. 】

The black-haired young man looked pitiful, with the orthodox cross engraved on his forehead, in the dark and bloody underground, like a mockery abandoned by God.

[You are not called Kazama Yardan, that is daytime's pity for darkness and boredom.Your name is Wuming, and you, like us, are a child of Meteor Street. 】

【Call...Call...】

The anger and hatred at that time seemed to go back again, filling/filling the windy chest, sweat flowing down the corners of the forehead and falling into the corners of the eyes, and he could clearly hear his rough/heavy/chaotic breathing/breathing.

"No, I can, I can also live like an ordinary person..."

Kazama Yonlan made a few inaudible rebuttals, whether it was to refute the well-thought-out black-haired young man, or to listen to herself.

There was a burst of darkness in the field of vision, and all the images were intertwined and chaotic, like a broken screen.

Knight, Feitan, Paknotan...

Ten spiders stood behind Kuroro, looking down at him with the same ironic and pitiful eyes, as if they were looking at a corpse.

Spiders weave webs and run amok.

Lan Kazamain's pupils constricted, and her eyes lost focus.The only thing left seems to be the mad screaming hatred in the soul.

—Kill him, kill him for revenge!For those who died in vain, those innocent professors and students, those editors and reviewers of publishing houses...

"Kazama Courtyard, Kazama Courtyard?"

Hui Yuanyu's cheerful voice was full of concern, like sunlight piercing through the darkness, blowing away all the bloody dust, pulling Kazamain Lan back from the chaotic thinking.

"What's the matter with you, why are you sweating so much?" Hui Yuanxiong noticed that the sweat on Kazamain Lan's forehead was wet, and asked strangely: "Is it so hot?"

Kazama Yardan unconsciously looked sideways at the source of the voice.

The murmur of the mausoleum gradually faded away, and the white noise became louder.The field of vision also slowly returned to normal, and it was no longer a chaotic scene of overlapping layers.

Yuo Haibara's bright and smiling youthful face entered Kazamain Lan's field of vision full of vitality.

Tense muscles slowly relax, the effects of the adrenaline rush wear off, and the heartbeat calms down.

Lan Kazama quickly adjusted her emotions, but after a few breaths, she made herself look the same as usual.

But Haibara Yuu, who has been watched unconsciously by Kazamain Lan: "OvO?"

He thought that what he had just said was wrong in praising the high school of incantations and senior Xia You, which made Kazamain Lan uncomfortable, so Hui Yuanxiong decisively decided to change the topic.

"Is Kazamain interested in history? Wow, that's amazing. I heard Qihai said that your previous job was a bodyguard or something? I didn't expect you to be proficient in these things. I thought only the old professor would do it."

"But." Hui Yuanxiong scratched his head in distress, looking at the Lycra characters engraved on the spine of the book as if he was reading a heavenly book, his eyes were going to circle around: "I don't know much about this, so I can't introduce it to Kazamain. ...Ah! Wait a minute, I'll go find the Book Keeper, he must know."

Said, Hui Yuanxiong asked Kazama Yonlan to wait for him here, and then ran to other places excitedly.

Quiet was restored.

Kazama Yardan indifferently withdrew her gaze and looked at the bookshelf in front of her again.Then he stretched out his hand, wanting to take out the old manuscript on the bookshelf, but took it back with some hesitation.

After repeating it several times, I finally made up my mind, slowly pulled out the letter, and opened it.

Most of the manuscripts are written in Laika script, interspersed with Japanese, recording the research on the Laika civilization and the exploration of the Laika ruins.

The owner of the letter was a conjurer a hundred years ago. According to his self-report, he accidentally discovered a huge tomb buried deep in the ground. After breaking through the trap and entering, he found that the owner of the tomb did not belong to Japan, but should belong to a long-extinct tomb. dynasty.

After comparing and studying the murals and the buried parchments, the conjurer was surprised to find that this group of people who called themselves [Lycra] had their own civilization and beliefs, and their dynasty was once extremely glorious, even touching the feet of the gods.

And then destroyed overnight.

After the last king was buried, the Laika civilization was quickly destroyed. Even the tomb of the king was covered with layers of soil. In the end, there was no news about the Laika civilization in the world.

The conjurer took a large number of Lycra artifacts, books, and murals from the tomb to study this lost civilization.

However, the conjurer only explored the periphery of the tomb superficially, and with his strength, he couldn't break through the mechanism that entered the center.

Just when the conjurer came to the location of the tomb again with a team of conjurers and professional folklore experts, and wanted to conduct a more complete exploration of the tomb, he was surprised to find that the location of the tomb he recorded had become a vast expanse. the sea.

No matter how everyone searched, the Laika ruins could not be found again.

The short-lived appearance of the ruins of Laika is like a mockery of the gods. People are fortunate to have a glimpse of the heyday dynasty that once offended the gods thousands of years ago, and then buried it deep in the sea again without looking for it.

[Judging from the descriptions on the murals, the kings of Laika in the past all called themselves godslayers. They not only believed in the god who controlled the space, but also wanted to take away the control of the space from the gods.

Even the word "Lycra" means "space" in the Lycra text.

I don't know if the Laika group will succeed in the end, and I don't know if the Laika ruins will appear again, but I want to wish this brave civilization its wish.

If there are latecomers who are interested in the Laika ruins, they can use the handwriting I left behind.just one thing -

It's a pity that I didn't enter the center of the tomb, and I couldn't explore more things.

If one day the tide recedes, the sea level drops, and the Laika ruins rise from the bottom of the sea again, the latecomers successfully enter the ruins.

Then, please write the final ending of the Lycra civilization at the end of this handbook, and tell me whether they really took away the power from the gods...]

"Can you understand the writing on the handwriting?"

The sudden question interrupted Kazama Yonlan from continuing to read the manuscript.

He looked up, and saw a man in a white unpatterned safari with Hui Yuanxiong standing not far away.

It should be the bookkeeper that Hui Yuanxiong mentioned.

This middle-aged conjurer has an extremely dignified and serious face, with deep vertical lines between his brows, and his brows seem to be permanently furrowed. Nothing can make him happy.

At this time, he looked at the young man standing among the tall bookshelves who did not look small, and asked seriously: "If you just want to decorate your image with history and ancient books, and flaunt yourself with obscurity and profoundness, I suggest you put down the book in your hand." That handbook."

"That is an extremely precious research on the ruins, not a decoration for playing."

Haibara Yuu was surprised by the stern inquiry of the bookkeeper.

Although he was also afraid of the conjurer who had been guarding the library of the High School of Conjuration for an unknown amount of time, he brought Kazama Yardan, and he also called the bookkeeper on his own initiative.In such a tense scene, he still felt that it was his responsibility to rescue Lan Kazama.

But before Hui Yuanxiong opened his mouth, Kazama Yonlan had already answered the bookkeeper.

"The Laika civilization believes in the gods in charge of space, but they are definitely not believers who kneel at the feet of the gods. They are ambitious and never die, climbing the clouds leading to the residence of the gods..."

The silver-haired young man was wearing the student uniform of the high school of conjuration, and he stood between the bookshelves tens of meters high and straight to the ceiling, but he stood as straight and straight as a green pine.

He was not squeezed into a small size by the vast books, but books for thousands of years surrounded him, making him so conspicuous.

Kazamain Lan's blue eyes drooped slightly, and her silver-white slender eyelashes didn't tremble as she read the letter in her hand calmly, calmly and calmly.His deep voice echoed in the vast space of the library, and he translated the Lycra script on the manuscript into Japanese verbatim.

At this time, Lan Kazama was not like a low-level member of the port mafia, nor did she carry any bloody aura from the gang struggle, but like a scholar with a deep collection of books.

It was as if he himself had come from a place of quiet collection of books.

The keeper was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that the young man had no words to refute, but gave the most powerful explanation with practical actions.

His stern expression slightly loosened: "I didn't expect that there are people who know the Lycra script, but where did you learn the Lycra script? Apart from the Tokyo University Library, there should be no other library in Japan that has research materials on the Lycra civilization."

"Mr. Conjurer, I come from a chaotic area, and I was fortunate enough to follow a professor to learn some things about Lycra civilization."

Kazamain Lan smiled and put the letter back on the bookshelf carefully and carefully, then turned to the bookkeeper and said, "The study of ruins is my personal hobby."

The bookkeeper nodded calmly: "Student Huiyuan said, I hope I can introduce you to the books here, but it seems that you don't need me."

As he spoke, the bookkeeper glanced at Hui Yuanxiong next to him, scratched his head in embarrassment, and laughed.

"Have you studied the Lycra civilization, sir?" Kazama Yonlan called out to the keeper who turned to leave: "The author of this letter thinks that the Lycra ruins may appear again, and I am also very curious. Later, the Lycra ruins Did it really reappear?"

The bookkeeper looked at it deeply, and the young man returned with a clear and knowledge-seeking gaze.

"It has appeared." The bookkeeper said slowly: "Ten years ago on a moonlit night, the sea surface split, revealing the remains of the Lycra that had been hidden for a hundred years, attracting many people who heard the legend of the Lycra civilization to go treasure hunting."

"So, did they succeed? What does the center of the tomb look like?"

"No." The bookkeeper said: "They failed to escape in time, and were submerged by the re-merging sea water along with the Laika ruins."

"The rumors that the last king of Laika successfully plundered the authority of the gods attracted them to be as happy as leeches, scrambling to get the buried treasure from the tomb, but ended up sinking forever in the bottom of the sea."

The bookkeeper snorted coldly, and seemed to be extremely disgusted with those people.

When he looked back at Kazama Yardan, he thought for a while and asked: "You seem to be really interested in the Lycra civilization... It just so happens that some folklore experts need to sort out the research documents on the Lycra ruins, do you want to try it?" ?”

Kazamain replied with a smile.

The bookkeeper nodded in satisfaction, turned around and walked towards his office first.

Before following, Kazama Yulan's cold eyes flicked across the documents of the Lycra ruins on the bookshelf.

He thought that he would have been able to face that part of his life long ago.did not expect……

Kazama Yardan laughed at herself, then put on a decent smile and walked towards the bookkeeper not far away.

The only thing left was Hui Yuanxiong who said that he would take Kazamain Lan to visit the High School of Conjuration. He stood there dumbfounded: Why did the people who wanted to visit go to academic research in the middle of the visit?What is this?

Wait, isn't Kazama Yardan a bodyguard? Why does she know about those things? ?

Hui Yuanxiong, who was full of question marks, didn't follow up, nor did he leave Kazama Yonlan here, he was about to be entangled to death.

The author has something to say: Explanation:

1. The title of Odasaku: The plot about Yokohama has not been fully developed. There is a reason why Kazamainran called "Odasaku" and I will talk about it later.The companion of Oda Sakunosuke called "Oda Saku" for a later plot point, which will be mentioned.The main body of the full text will keep the title of Oda Saku instead of Oda.

2 The issue of Osamu Dazai's status as a cadre: Chapter 16 has already given an explanation. Ogai Mori parachuted Osamu Dazai to the position of a cadre in order to combat the residual forces of the old leader.Osamu Dazai knew it himself, so he gave the metaphor of "sardines". (Catching sardines will release catfish, catfish prey on sardines so keep alive)

3. Timeline issue: Chapter 16 is written, the timeline, experience, and events of the original work have been revised a lot

感谢在2021-05-1221:35:59~2021-05-1318:12:03期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 1 Liuwa;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 15 bottles of small cloaks; 2 bottles of 琈;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!