reversal impulse

This is a flat roof surrounded by barbed wire. There is nothing but concrete. The wind is as monotonous as the surrounding environment. When the world becomes simplified, the confrontation between the two people is particularly obvious.

Fu Heisher was standing not far from the inner rooftop, holding a strangely shaped short sword in his hand. It didn't even look like a sword. The blade of the sword looked like a gemstone cut into polygonal faces.

Jiarui Nizi met his sharp but quiet eyes, and the irises that used to be inclined to dark green now looked almost the same as the night.

[You can fly. 】Jia Ruozi heard himself say this.

Immediately he realized that this sentence was not spoken, but was instilled into the other party's consciousness with the help of an impression such as psychological suggestion.

This should be some kind of magic.

Fu Heisher took two steps earlier, and his eyes stayed on Niatz. When he really reached the edge, he stopped.

"No, I can't do that." Shir raised his head slightly and said, "I don't have that vision, and your hints don't work for me."

Fu Heisher's words were exchanged for a somewhat short and hasty order, or the voice of "the house is in the glass"——

【You are going to fly. 】

Nitro never knew that such complex emotions could be brewed in his voice. This command was composed of anger and fear, and the former was mostly.

He repeated the command three times.

Fu Heisher was indifferent, he was still calm, or indifferent.

[Since you are destined to die, why not die here? 】It was still the voice of "home into the glass", he said, 【I have seen countless deaths of 'you', and the same thing is repeated in all the worlds - Fuheshier, you will not live long up. 】

Hearing such resolute words, Fu Heisher smiled instead. At first, he smiled sincerely, but at that moment, he started to show obvious hypocrisy, and the speed of transition was as fast as the illusion produced by the naked eye.

He stretched out his left hand towards the person in the air, and without making any excuses, he just said, "Glass, come here."

The family entered the glass to estimate their distance and height difference. Due to the density and unevenness of the surrounding high-rise buildings, according to Fu Heisher's skill, he can actually bounce to his side by himself, and then land on another building on the first floor. roof.

But Shier just stood there, waiting with a somewhat frivolous smile.

After a stalemate for about half a minute, the figure floating in the air really listened to the request.

He began to "fall".

When his fingertips reached Fu Heisher's outstretched left palm, Shier took half a step forward and pulled him over.

Fu Heisher gave him a brief hug, and in this warmth, a strong sadness that was about to substantiate suddenly surged up, and Jiarui Nizi felt that he was about to be suppressed by this sudden emotion and couldn't breathe.

This kind of sadness was accompanied by severe pain in his chest. When he lowered his head, he found that the strange dagger was stuck in his chest.

It is the middle of the left atrium to the aorta, the location of the heart.

[Does pain give you a sense of being alive? 】he asks.

"will not."

【Then what about being needed? 】

And Fu Heisher just inserted the sword deeper, and kissed his forehead: "I'm sorry, Nitro."

The pain is only for a moment, and then there is an endless void.

Fu Heisher pulled out the dagger, and the unsupported levitation fell backwards.His body passed through the steel wire fence, and he fell towards the neon street that resembled a false starry sky without any struggle.

This time it was him who looked up at the man on the edge of the roof.

[Then let's fall. 】

These were the last words Jia Ruozi heard before waking up.

Nitro's consciousness gradually awakened, and at the same time, the ability to think began to be deprived by the unknown, and the behavior pattern began to simplify.

When Jia Ruozi opened his eyes and saw the man with half of his arm on his waist, his slightly frivolous smile and his apology on the rooftop were all that remained in his mind.

Naturally, he moved the man's arm away.For the first time, Fu Heisher did not wake up, but even if he woke up, Nitro will still do the next thing.

Jia Ruozi sat up, straddled his waist skillfully, and slightly clung to Fu Heisher's neck.

Then start pushing hard.

The harder he tried, the more obvious the pulse felt from the tiger's mouth. Fuheshier seemed to have woken up, but he didn't move, and even lay down flat to let Nitzi sit more stably.

Jiarui Nitzi is now in a state of obvious hunger. Under the thirst for self-protection, the mantra is consciously operating, which strengthens the strength that has been increased under the "reversal impulse".

Fuheshier was pressed into the pillow by him, and his body instinctively raised his neck slightly in a state of hypoxia, trying to keep the trachea open.

"Will you apologize to me?" Jia Ruozi asked without beginning or end.

The man under his body tried to bend his neck to say something, but his throat was suppressed, and all he could make was some inarticulate, low-pitched neighing that was about to die.

Nitzi took off a little bit of strength, pinched Fu Heisher again when he reflexively exhaled upwards, and pressed his head into the pillow with a force that could directly crush a person's cervical spine-this is the home of a conjurer. Into the strength that the nitrous can't reach anyway.

There was a muffled sound from the bed.

Nitro bent down and approached the corner of his mouth in a soft tone that was completely opposite to the strength of his hands.

He really likes this scar, including the already formed, slightly rough touch of the scar.

It is the vitality that is always full of blood in an ordinary life.

"I will never go to see your "future". He promised, "So, you must never apologize to me."Can it be done, Shir? "

Fuheshier has never been a considerate person. He seems to have learned how to make himself better in a bad environment since he was a child. Even now he just finds it funny.

Look who this little madman is.

However, there is more than one person who is really crazy.

Suffocated, Fu Heisher opened his mouth, his throat could not make a sound, but the shape of his lips could clearly read what he was going to say.

Jia Ruozi understood the meaning of this sentence, he let go of his hands, sat down a little, and stretched his hands down his abdominal muscles.

"Nervous mediators in the hypoxic state affect each other, right." Nitzi felt the thigh muscles of the person below him tense, and his breathing became heavy. "Actually, I thought you would be angry, Shier."

Fu Heisher felt like there was a bloody smell in his mouth, and he didn't know whether it came from his throat or the tongue that had been bitten before hadn't recovered.

Even though he was stiff, there was no unnecessary expression on Shier's face. After looking at Nitzi for a while, he asked him: "So you need to go to the bathroom to solve your physical problems now?"

"No need." Nitzi took off his pajamas, the body temperature of the other party gradually increased, and the touch of the thing that was crushing each other became more and more obvious, he lowered his eyes and cleared his throat, "You remember what I said before, right?" .”

"Don't worry." Fu Heisher glanced at him, "I won't apologize."

He laughed: "Absolutely not."

***

Emiya Shiro was keenly aware of the delicate atmosphere.

Compared with noon, the two people sitting across the table are not quite right now.

This is specifically manifested in the bruised to almost black handprints on Mr. Fu Heisher's neck, and Mr. He Jiarui's absent-minded and thoughtful expression.

It's easy to understand, and in some ways hard to understand.

So Shirou cleverly used the excuse of washing dishes and taking a rest to leave the sight of the two of them.

This exchange of positions between the observer and the observed made Jia Ruozi feel a little miraculous.

"Why is Emiya Shirou avoiding me?" Glass sighed, "He has no sense of being a dispatcher at all, and El-Melloi II is very reluctant to keep me under his nose... What exactly does the clock tower want? "

"If you strangle him while he's sleeping, he'll run faster."

"Didn't I apologize?" Nitzi said righteously, "You don't have any objections, please don't open up old scores afterwards."

Speaking of this nitro, I feel a little unbelievable, especially after he is a little sober.

According to "seeing", whether it's the "family nitrate" who said that you are going to die anyway, it would be better to die here, or the "Fuheshier" who said sorry...

None of it is real.

Nitro knew his own character well, and he understood Fu Heisher's character a little bit, neither of them seemed like that kind of person.

If Fu Heisher is going to die no matter what, then he should die, and Nitro will not try to keep him.

If the family is going to be killed anyway, then kill it, and Shi Er will not apologize.

So after Nigga woke up, he subconsciously determined it in a slightly rough way. Regardless of whether that future will definitely arrive, he would never look at Fuheshier's future.

This is the premise. Under this premise, Nitro did not tell Fuhesher what he "saw".

In this way, fifteen days passed quickly, but fortunately, the somewhat unstable state of Nitrogen began to recover around the tenth day, and by the time they set off for Guanbuzi City, Nitro had basically been able to guarantee his normal status.

He was relieved to feel that reason had the absolute upper hand again.

By the way, I sighed, to some extent, Fuheshier is really quite suitable for him at this stage.

It is suitable without psychological pressure.

They soon arrived in Guanbuzi City.

The first one to get off the bus was Emiya Shirou, who had developed a strong mind during this period. He was not familiar with Guanfuzi City. According to the letter from the clock tower, it seemed that the imaginary number space would expand to the whole city. Can.

And after walking a little way forward, Emiya Shirou found that something seemed wrong.

The streets were empty.

"This should have entered the imaginary number space... right..." Emiya Shirou turned his head and said, his ending was interrupted by surprise, and he swallowed vaguely.

Only him and Fuheshier, who had an unclear expression in front of him, were left on the spot.

The nitrous was gone.