Yokohama Script Team

"What? The boss of "Gladsheimr" appeared? "

The tall blond-haired American man asked casually, sitting in the garden of his villa and drinking afternoon tea with his wife. His happy mood was not interrupted when he heard the news. There is dissatisfaction.

The visitor shrugged his shoulders, "Boss, I thought you would be very interested."

"Oh, that mysterious boss finally showed up, how old is it, male or female?"

Fitzgerald is quite supportive, and what I want to ask more is whether it is beautiful or ugly. There are many people who are curious about the leader of the internationally rumored "G Organization", and Fitzgerald is also one of them. Of course, this kind of It's not easy to talk about it in front of Zelda.

An excellent man and a qualified husband will take the initiative to eliminate all factors that may destroy the family.

Zelda is the most beautiful! ! !

Fitzgerald blew his wife inside, and his wife, Ms. Zelda, sat next to him and glanced over here.

Fitzgerald gave a dry cough, putting away his pretentious frivolity.

"Come on, tell me about the image of that BOSS? Since you're here, you must have collected enough information, so hurry up and leave."

The visitor took out the document bag he was carrying with him, put it in front of Fitzgerald, whose gaze became melancholy for a moment, and said calmly: "Zero, the cadre of the "Organization G", is a top hacker. In order to reduce unnecessary troubles, the document It's all in paper form, you know—”

"Both we and the 'combination' are on that cadre's gray list. "

As for why he was on the gray list of the "G organization" cadre Zero, instead of being completely blacklisted... Someone glanced at Fitzgerald.

This is due to the fact that the boss is still capable and will look at the situation.

The visitor complained softly: "Hey, we can't deal with a group of supernatural beings, you understand?"

Understand.

Fitzgerald and the visitor looked at each other tacitly, the visitor shrugged, and Fitzgerald narrowed his eyes.

A group of supernatural beings.

Fitzgerald clicked his tongue and said confidently: "Just watch, sooner or later I will be able to buy a supernatural group."

The visitor looked at the boss bursting with confidence.

He wanted to ignore it but couldn't lie to himself in the end and said: "Before this, I think what you should do is to go to work instead of skipping your job in the name of vacation."

"You can make some decisions by yourself, right?"

"Heh, don't expect me to work for you without overtime pay."

"Okay, okay, I'll give you a bonus... Your money-hungry personality is exactly like mine."

"No." The visitor spat out a smooth sentence, "Boss, look at what you are doing now, you don't seem to care about money at all."

But Van Fitzgerald was a little fanatical about money.

But there is a little bit.

He wouldn't sit here and have a leisurely afternoon tea!

Fitzgerald loves money and family, and he loves the latter more. Among the latter, he loves his wife Zelda the most. It is very common to abandon some principles for Ms. Zelda.

Those who come here have long given up hope.

However, although--

Fitzgerald deserves to be Fitzgerald, and he is not at all ashamed to be pointed out bluntly, so why don't you respond?

Fitzgerald stopped the handy subordinate who turned around and was about to leave, swirled the wine in the glass around, and took the initiative to invite the guy who didn't know how to stop working and lived on coffee, afraid of the best man in hand The tool man fell down and said kindly:

"I'll go out with Zelda later, my daughter Scott hasn't seen you for a long time, want to go out with us? How about the amusement park?"

"...BOSS."

"Huh? What's the matter?"

"I knew that you are sometimes shameless, but I didn't expect that your lower limit could be even lower." The visitor was also tall and strong, and he said with a disgusted face at this time.

Together?

Heh, with Fitzgerald, it will always end up taking Scott with him, and Fitzgerald and Ms. Zelda have never seen the two-person world.

Of course, Miss Scott was very cute.

Not at all like her father, Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald.

"Come on, I can't wait to see Princess Scott."

Wash the eyes that were scorched by her father.

Fitzgerald sighed hypocritically, the American in his early 1.9 meters got up, then bent over to help his wife Zelda, before one of his subordinates walked away, he said lightly: "He is really annoying, dear Zelda Da, you think so too, right? Why can't he be like the cadres of "Organization G"? "

His wife, Zelda, said, "Maybe you're asking too much?"

"No no no."

Fitzgerald repeatedly denied, and refused to take the blame, he said seriously: "The leader of the "Organization G" has not shown up since its establishment, but those few cadres are doing their best as if the leader has been watching them..."

Fitzgerald compared the people on the two sides, and said with a regretful face: "What a wonderful subordinate!"

Ahead, a not-so-great subordinate walked even faster.

Zelda glanced speechlessly at the proud man beside her.

What is there to be proud of?

But Zelda is a considerate wife. She didn't ask, she just glanced at her husband Fitzgerald and slowly withdrew her emotional eyes. The couple strolled together and walked into the villa without haste.

The person who arrived one step earlier greeted the two of them lazily.

"Hey, you guys are here. I've already called Princess Scott."

"Has the little princess been in the room all this time?"

Zelda sighed and said, "In fact, Scott didn't go out very much this year. Even if I went to call her, I might not be able to call her down. If it wasn't for the doctor's physical examination, I would have thought Scott was sick."

Fitzgerald shook his wife's hand reassuringly.

Then Fitzgerald turned back and said, "My daughter Scott...has the same personality, just as cheerful and lovely, but it feels like...she's hiding something from me and Zelda..."

In the little princess' room.

The little girl Scott quietly ran to the door of the room, tiptoed to the door lock, gently opened a crack and poked her head out. The little girl looked outside with wide eyes, retracted her head after a few seconds, and then quietly closed the door.

Scott "da da" ran to the balcony and opened the curtains, the sun dazzled his eyes.

She clenched her fist and raised her eyes.

The fist and the edge of a wrist illuminated by the sun are dimly glowing, as if half of the forearm is about to melt into the air, of course this is just a visual illusion.

What caused all this--

"Seed of power."

Scott, who was still a little girl, called softly.

The back of the left hand started to heat up with this soft call, from the temperature Scott could adapt to to scalding, and the pampered little girl just blinked her eyes, and endured the pain as usual.

Two lines appeared on the back of the small hand.

The two half-circles slid and staggered and only connected at one point. Under the sunshine, a soft thought whispered in Scott's ear: "What's wrong?" '

He pursed his lips and smiled.

The little girl recited in a soft voice: "Prediction, empathy."

The two semi-circular rings on the back of the hand slid to form a perfect circle, and the sun-like light flashed on the back of Scott's hand.

The mind was emptied in an instant, and became clear in the next moment.

What appeared in Scott's "eyes" was another picture of his own accidental death.

"It's not the first time we've met..."

Due to the opening of empathy, the severe pain of the accident added to the spirit, Scott's spirit also weakened, and he was not protected like the first time, Scott quickly skipped this period of time, the timeline Dial back.

Scott saw what happened after "her" died.

The mother is so sad that she has a mental problem, and the father intervenes in Yokohama, Japan, trying to obtain the "book" for the mother, and wants to revive "her" so that the wife who lost the daughter will improve her spirit.

Scott watched slowly.

The future destined to belong to his father is very short. Scott only saw his father fail, but he worked hard to cheer up and work hard again. This drama predicted by Scott came to an end.

The back of my hand felt cold.

The little girl whose spirit had been awakened was unsteady and shook a bit.

'Scott. '

"I'm fine...don't worry..."

'You are too reckless this time, Scott, obviously there will be no sequelae in another two months. '

"Sorry, I don't want to wait until the day when the accident happens." The little girl touched the dim mark on the back of her hand, and the mark would return to her body in a few minutes, waiting for the next awakening.

Scott said guiltily, "I'm going to put you to sleep again."

'Don't worry, when I made the contract with you, I predicted that I would wake up even now. '

Scott said unconsciously, "No, it's not at all..."

'...Scott? '

Scott came back to his senses and lowered his head.

'Have you realized anything? '

Scott had a thoughtful expression, reminiscing about the feeling just now, and hesitantly organized his words.

"I remember you said that there is no real 'prediction', and a foretelling is a calculation based on known conditions."

"You also said that non-established facts can be changed, and after the change, it is no longer the content of the foresight."

Scott thought about it, and the father in the "precognition" screen desperately wanted to resurrect "her", but Scott deduced that even if his father got the book, he would not be able to save that "her".

An intuition told Scott: time is irreversible.

Forcibly reversing life and death, the resurrected person is not the dead "Scott".

Scott didn't mind whether the "Scott" resurrected by his father was the original Scott. If it could improve his mother's mental condition, Scott thought: no matter who I am, I won't have any objections to it.

Little girl Scott shook her head.

God, this is so complicated.

It happened that there was someone knocking on the door outside. It was the uncle who often came to see his father. Scott heard the uncle talking about going out together, and raised his voice through the door:

"Okay, please wait a moment."

……

Far away in the North American division.

Gladys Mill called a halt during the meeting, and the eyes that penetrated the space fell on Fitzgerald's house. The little girl named Scott had the fluctuation of the power seed in her hand.

Is it actually the power of the predictive side?

That little girl touched the "script" of the world.