reversal impulse

What's unusual is not just the disappearance of the household nitrous.

The day at noon was suddenly replaced by night, and all this seemed to happen in the blink of an eye, silently and frighteningly.

Fu Heisher asked the people around him as he walked forward: "You said before that the specific requirements for "observation" will be understood after the arrival? "

Emiya Shirou, who also didn't understand the current situation, replied dryly with his eyes on him: "Maybe the clues may be with Iri-san."

Such an answer is equivalent to saying nothing, Fu Heisher turned his gaze back and observed his surroundings.

This area is the former commercial building area, different from the modern office buildings, the tall buildings here stand side by side, exuding a heavy ailment like a coffin.

The old glass reflects the rusty moonlight, and stands on both sides of the road, making people only think of words related to serious diseases.

The roadside billboard marked all the buildings in the area, and behind the billboard was the destination of their trip—the Wutiao Building was the only tall tower in the coffin.

While the two were watching, a black shadow suddenly fell from the top of the tower.

Fuhesher moved almost instantaneously, and his actions were completely invisible in the dark. When the neon lights flashed twice because of the old circuit, he had already appeared under the Wutiao Building.

Emiya Shirou immediately ran over.

What caught the eye was the blood slowly spilling out from the stone slab, and then the soft brown hair soaked in the blood. The limbs had been twisted and broken due to the impact, but the head remained intact.

He opened his eyes, the fog in his eyes reflected the color of the cheap lights intertwined with magenta and cold green, and the moles in his eyes were soaked in blood.

It may look like a broken doll, but it's truly human.

Emiya Shirou took a small step back. He looked at Fu Heisher's extremely gentle back in surprise. Even his breathing was not disturbed. After sweeping over the fallen body, he raised his head and looked towards the roof.

Emiya Shiro also followed his gaze and raised his head. His original body was destroyed after the Holy Grail War, and his current body is a high-performance "doll" commissioned by Tohsaka Rin to a puppeteer.

But even so, he couldn't see the situation on the roof clearly, he could only vaguely see someone's figure.

Fuheshier could see clearly.

He couldn't see it more clearly.

The person floating on the roof, smiling and overlooking the scenery.

"That's the nitrous."

"what?"

Fuheshier didn't answer Emiya Shirou, and didn't look at the corpse on the ground, and walked directly towards the building.

After breaking the iron chain, when Fuheshier pushed the door open, the inside was not like the inside of a conventional building.Or rather, it's not a building at all.

No building has a fiery forest inside.

"This seems to be...something like an inherent enchantment..." Emiya Shiro explained behind him, "It's a type of magic that manifests the scenery in one's mind."

"It doesn't matter what it is."

Fuheshier walked into this sea of ​​fire that seemed to be in the forest. The tongue of fire made the heat rise, drying the ends of his hair a little.There are many charcoal-like traces around, and you don't need to think about what it looks like after being burned.

In the sea of ​​flames, he saw the child whose body was burned to pieces.

He is surrounded by a group of curse spirits, who are reaching out to him.

"Do you want to go upstairs?" he said, blinking his golden eyes, "I can take you up."

***

Jia Ruozi came to this place in the blink of an eye, and he didn't quite know where it was after going around two or three times.

The quaint large courtyard; the orderly servants; the unsmiling man in hunting clothes; the female relatives who cover their mouths and noses while talking, with green fingertips equidistant from the tip of their noses...

People around him passed him without turning their eyes, and regarded him as an existence thinner than air.

so where is this?What about Shier and Emiya?

The family enters the glass, so he walks randomly between the courtyards.

The information given by Emiya Shiro said that this "observation" was a derivative of the Wutiao Building incident. At first, Glass thought it sounded familiar, but he couldn't react at the time.

Later he remembered that Chengzi had mentioned this matter before.

Many people committed suicide by falling from the Wutiao Building.Because of this incident, the building was later demolished, and the surrounding business districts were all rebuilt.At that time, Chengzi mentioned that it was an accident related to magic, and it has been completely resolved.

But in any case, Wutiao Building has nothing to do with the current place, right?

Compared with modern words such as buildings and commercial districts, this place is more like the Liujoin described in the Tale of Genji.If he wanted to think about it, Nitro might only think of the Yusanjia mentioned by Gojo Satoru, which made him feel boring and rigid.

Thinking of this, he suddenly saw a group of children under the shade of the tree. For some unknown reason, they were pushing and shoving as if they were fighting.

The boy with long hair pressed the boy who was a little bigger than him to the ground, and punched him in the face indiscriminately.The people next to him wanted to fight but dared not move forward.

Finally it was the older-looking boy who ran out of the house and pulled them apart.

"Shier." He held the child with a fierce face and accused him, "Didn't we agree not to fight?"

The kid with slightly longer hair replied nonchalantly: "Let me down, it was he who proposed to discuss, what does it have to do with me to take the initiative to send me up to fight?"

"..." Jia Ruozi fell silent.

Take a closer look, except for the absence of the scar around the mouth... The child's facial features are really not much different from Fuheshier's, except for the small skeleton, and the flesh on his body is loose because he is still in the growth stage .

A child who is much prettier than a grown man.

The beaten child quickly got up, said something cruel and ran away.

Zenyuan Shier patted his sleeves, pulled out the hair that was slightly stuck into the collar, and asked, "Didn't you go to test the spells? What did you ask me for? It's my turn?"

Zenyuan Jinyi closed his cuffs and looked at his carefree younger brother: "You will be in line tomorrow." His eyes moved from Zenyuan Shi'er's cuffs stained with dust to the back of his somewhat red and swollen hands, "Go get some medicine, Don't fight them next time."

"It wasn't a fight." Shi Er said braggingly, "He was being beaten."

After showing off, he asked, "So what did you find out?"

Zenyuan even said that it was not a traditional technique.

"Big--brother--" Zenyuan Shier only called his twin brother with a drawn-out voice like an ordinary child at this time, "but since you are not, I shouldn't be either, right?"

"I can't say for sure." Zenyuan Jinyi said.

They walked away while talking.

Although it is very inexplicable, Jiarui Nizi still chose to keep up with this childish version of Shier.

I didn't realize that when he was a child, his personality was quite...arrogant?

The children of the Zenyuan family lived not far away, but even the Zenyuan did not live with them.After briefly reminding his younger brother, he left the courtyard.

In a place where he could not see, the family member Jiazi sat opposite to him.

While watching the child apply a layer of medicine carelessly to his hand, he began to think about what the situation was.

Is this the "imaginary number space"?If yes, why is it related to Fuhesher?

If not, where is it?

The sky darkened quickly, and there were children coming and going in and out of the yard, discussing things that seemed to be related to spells.

Zenyuan Shier lay by the window, watching the sun go down with some boredom.

From his expression, it can be seen how longing he is for the surgery.

Nitro also remembered what Gojo Satoru said before, although he hadn't awakened the no-lower-limit spell when he was a child, his natural six eyes had already almost determined the dignity of this generation.

He used the word "honor" with some disgust.

What is it like to live in the Yusanjia without magic spells?Nitro can hardly imagine it.

This question was answered the next day.

Jia Ruozi noticed that the flow of time here seems to be a little too fast, and the hands of the clock on the wall began to speed up when no special "events" happened, until the next afternoon, a servant came to lead the way for Shier in the Zen Garden.

The examination of the spells was very quick, similar to the test Nitzi did when he entered a high school. At that time, Glass confirmed that he only had the reverse spell, a spell that had no attack effect at all.

The people who checked the spells spoke very vaguely, perhaps out of the professionalism of serving the big family, they didn't say what they said.

It is unique to adults, with a sympathetic reserve.

"Maybe it's because he's not old enough, or maybe it's because of some special reasons, this little young master didn't find out that there are spells...with spell power."

"But he can see the spirit."

"...Then there is only one possibility left."

"..."

Jiaguozi stood beside Shier of the Chanyuan, and no one could see him here, and it was like they couldn’t see Shier of the Chanyuan anymore.

Two people who stand together become similar transparent people.

This is the last time that Zenyuan Shier was called "Little Master".

He moved out of that courtyard, but did not live with Jin Yi, but went to a place deeper in the Zen courtyard.

Just like the sea, the deeper the place, the darker it is, and what lurks are ugly and twisted things that don't see light.

On the same day, the child who had been beaten by Zenyuan Shier deliberately made a big circle around to find him, and said in a somewhat exaggerated tone.

"It's a pity that Mr. Shier is not a woman, otherwise he would be able to fill the vacancy of a handyman, but Mr. Shier looks pretty good, shouldn't he be too unknown?"

After saying this, he was pushed into the nearby sewage pool by Zenyuan Shier.

He seemed to really wake up from the previous trance state, and that trance turned into anger.

It's not that I'm angry about why I don't have a spell, but why these people think they are superior to others because of such a thing.

Conjurers are also human beings, as long as they are human beings, they will die easily.

The housekeeper watched quietly that Zenyuan Shier was about to drown the man in the pond, and was pulled away in panic by the servants who rushed over. Finally, the elders came and took Zenyuan Shier, whose sleeves were soaked in water, into confinement room.

Nitro still followed.

There is no window in the small space, and a full-length mirror is pasted on the wall facing the visitation door. Next to the mirror, there is a calligraphy word "introspection" embedded in glass in the wall.

In addition to these, there is only a toilet and a flickering oil lamp.

Zenyuan Shier was thrown in with his hands trapped.

That night, someone took advantage of the darkness to put a second-level spell spirit into the confinement room.

The walls of special materials separated the confinement room from the world, and the sound inside was somewhat distorted and transmitted straight far away.

Jia Ruozi stood outside the visiting door, watching those dark green eyes slowly dimming.

Zenyuan Shier died on this night.

His death was not very elegant, his hands were tied until he died, and he couldn't break free. The curse spirit gnawed his body incompletely, and the blood dripped all over the floor. It was almost the same as those unfortunate magicians that Nitro had dissected before. .

The smell in the small space became very bad, the nausea left by the previous user mixed with the strong smell of blood now.

The housekeeper raised his head slightly in silence, his face happened to appear in the mirror facing him, and the person in the mirror was smiling slightly, his golden pupils were particularly prominent at night when only oil lamps were lit.

The person in the mirror asked softly, "Do you want to continue watching?"

Jia Ruozi knew that he had finally gotten to the point, and the figure in the mirror was still smiling, waiting for his question.

Nitro asked, "Who are you?"

"Didn't you always look for me?" He said, "I also asked sister Ming."

Please Mingming...

"...It was those two years." Nitzi paused, and then asked another question, "What am I seeing now? This can't be Shir's past."

"Yeah, because Fuhesher is still alive."

Jia Ruozi didn't like this kind of half-guessing dialogue, he glanced at the corpse from the corner of his eye, and his tone sank: "If you want to explain, please explain clearly, what is going on in this scene now, and what are you doing?" What's going on?"

The person in the mirror lowered his gaze a little bit. From this angle, the corpse of Zenyuan Shier was devout like a saint at the feet of the golden-eyed young man in the mirror.

"The clock tower has moved its hands and feet. In order to prevent you from predicting what needs to be "observed" and recorded, they reversed the past and the future, so this is Fuheshier's past, but it is not your Shir. "

"..." Jia Ru Nitro's eyes sank, and he saw the smile of the person in the mirror gradually fade away.

"Have you forgotten the real use of these eyes?" The man in the mirror sighed softly, "What you can see is not only the present "future". "

"It is the "future" of all parallel worlds. "