Tokyo Ghoul Collapse Reality

"...I'm sorry, I really should think about this matter, I'm too hasty." Zhendou's voice was a little deeper, and he let out a long sigh, vetoing, "Not really."

"It's just...it turns out that there are many things that I didn't expect." Excellent sighed again, "When I sort out these things, everything will be fine."

After a moment of silence, Zhendou said hello.Excellent heard the voice on the phone calling Zhendou, and said, "Are you still rehearsing?"

"No. I'm on my way to the vocal room now." Shinto said, with a gentle and steady tone, "I'm practicing a ballad, and I'm singing the middle part. I'll sing it for you after practicing."

"Okay." Excellent smiled and agreed.After hanging up the phone, he stared blankly at the front, and after a long, long time, he let out a sigh from the depths of his chest.

After talking with Xiao Xiao, all the memories were recovered, and the situation and emotions were gradually getting out of control.Youliang carefully considered Shinto's suggestion, got up suddenly, changed out of his pajamas, put on his clothes, and pushed the door out.Walking into the living room, I saw Arima Kisho as no surprise.

Kisho Arima was sitting on the sofa, and on the tea table in front of him was a transparent glass filled with pure liquid.Excellent already know that it is not water.He looked up at the whole house. It was a very ordinary apartment with two bedrooms and one living room. He probably didn't expect to stay in this place for so long when he first rented the house.

It's time to end.

The sofa is a single sofa, and Excellent resolutely sat down next to Arima, clasped his hands, turned his face, turned his eyes to him and said, "I want to move out."

Arima's expression was calm, as if nothing could disturb him.He leaned forward slightly, grabbed the glass, but didn't make any further moves, "When?"

"Officially moving out after spring break."

Hearing this, Arima nodded slightly.

"it is good."

After getting the answer, Excellent didn't breathe a sigh of relief, but was even more surprised and uncertain in his heart.This is... Is CCG planning to let go?

After several times of hypnosis and imprisonment, has CCG given up on getting Xiao Xiao's clues from him?Thinking of this, Excellent took a deep look at Arima, Arima's expression was calm, and no one would see the slightest clue.

He let out a breath suddenly.I couldn't tell whether it was a sigh or a sigh of relief.It's a good ending too.

"During the spring break, will you be home?" Arima asked unexpectedly.

Excellent by accident, he nodded and looked at him inexplicably.

Arima shook the liquid in the glass, his fingers were strong and slender, and the cuffs of his black shirt were folded up to the knuckles of his wrists, simple and elegant, just like his whole person.Black, mysterious and seductive, is the most suitable color for him.

He pondered for a while, and then said: "Then spring break, walk around with me."

It's getting weirder.Youyou thought for a while, then suddenly said nervously, "Did CCG suspend you?!"

"..." Arima's hand paused, and the shaking liquid in the cup almost splashed out.

"No."

"Then..." Excellent sighed, turned his face away from him and muttered that the world was going to be destroyed.

However, in this way, he didn't intend to think about it any more. A quick decision is the best decision.He turned his head and was about to speak to leave, but he saw a horse staring at him without blinking.Excellent was startled suddenly, Arima's glasses reflected light, he couldn't see his expression clearly, but he could imagine his probing eyes under the glasses.He lowered his eyes slightly, pretending to be obedient, and then whispered: "I have nothing to do, I will go back to my room first."

Arima's gaze rested on his soft hair, he gave a thank you, and ordered: "Take the stomach medicine again. The medicine is on the dinner table."

Excellent agreed and got up, walked to the dining table in the corner of the living room, saw several kinds of pills neatly arranged together, and there was a thermos standing beside it.Unscrew the lid, the water in the thermos is still hot.

Once he was ill, Arima's meticulousness and thoughtfulness were fully revealed.Excellent remembers that when he was a child, he had a high fever all day one day, and there was a job for him that day, so he had to lie on the bed at home and wait for him.The door lock just dropped, and soon opened again.He was in a daze from the fever, and he didn't have the strength to struggle when he saw someone leaning over to pick him up. He coughed a few times when the cold wind blew outside, and the person who was holding him wrapped him up in a windbreaker.

In the windbreaker, it was stuffy and hot.But at this time, he still fell asleep peacefully.

But now, there is no more warmth and trust between him and him.

Excellent grabbed the pill, swallowed it with hot water, and went back to the room without looking back.Memories are a web of thousands of threads, and the end of each thread cannot be retrieved until now.

Silently looking at the closed door, the figure of the boy who disappeared behind the door, Arima put down the glass, looked down at the sleeve, squeezed it with two fingers, it was still wet.I thought everything was under control, and I expected it to be so, but it was still out of control.

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☆, well-intentioned

CCG conference room.

"'One-Eyed Owl' and Miyazaki are excellent, are they connected?"

The man's voice resounded in the quiet conference room at the moment, resounding in all directions, and the hidden meaning and emotions in it were inextricably woven and transmitted to the young man standing in front of him.

"I don't know yet." The young man's tone was flat, without any extra emotion.

The sitting man was the first to let out a long sigh, and seemed to think further than the standing young man.

"Your general, do you know how CCG will treat Miyazaki if you don't get an answer?"

Kisho Arima's expression remained unchanged, calm and composed, "If this is your order from the director."

"..." He Xiu Changji said, "It's worthy of the name 'Death God'."

"You are the sharpest blade in CCG." He said appreciatively, and then changed the topic, "However, I don't want you to be dull in this matter."

Arima did not speak.Knowing what to say at this moment is futile.

"General, let me talk to you. For CCG, Miyazaki can only exist if he is excellent and useful. If he is useless, you should stop trying to protect him." He Xiu Changji showed the coldness of a superior, and said in a cold tone Open your mouth.

"Although there is no definite evidence, I'm afraid you have already guessed that Miyazaki has already contacted the 'one-eyed owl'. The investigator who monitored him was killed in the 24th district a while ago, and he has a lot to do with him. You know what this means What are you wearing?"

Arima Kisho did not speak.Standing straight, his handsome face is expressionless.

Seeing this, He Xiu Changji, the chief of the bureau, let out a long sigh, "He is already like this, you can no longer protect him like before. Otherwise, it would not be as simple as saving him after a car accident."

"Your general, this is not what I say to you as the director, but an advice to you as a former senior and colleague. He used to be your weakness, and the authorities thought they could catch you. But your relationship with him Falling into a stalemate and strange see-saw state, each restricting and influencing each other, which is exactly the last thing the authorities want to see. What to do next, you are a smart person, and I believe you know how to do it."

Arima's eyes moved slightly outward, his face still expressionless.

a long time.

"I see," he replied.

When he returned to the apartment, Arima noticed that someone had been there.There were several home-cooked dishes on the dining table, and Jie Jie sat by the dining table, holding a bottle and slowly stroking the transparent body with his thumb.

After hearing the sound of closing the door, Excellent turned his head and smiled at him, "Ah, you're back." The smile was not quite right.

Arima walked over, trying to control his pace as usual. "Has anyone been here?" He asked calmly.

The young man nodded sharply at him, and said with a chuckle, "Aunt Qiuzi and Uncle Fuliang came here and gave us some dishes for the Chinese New Year." Arima didn't answer, looking at his face silently, excellent Scratching his head, he murmured, "Where is he? Oh yes!" He suddenly realized, "Uncle Fu Liang took out all the wine in your cabinet and drank a few glasses with me. In the end I really found him annoying, so I put The dishes you made a few days ago were taken out of the refrigerator."

He laughed twice, "I guess he is already in the hospital now. Ha ha."

Arima stared silently at the young man's face full of alcohol, then looked at the many wine bottles placed in a mess under the dining table, thought for a while, and called Fuliang Taishi to confirm the authenticity.

Fu Liang Taizhi on the other end of the phone sighed, "I'm really kind, why should I be tortured for this. Hey nurse, please prick the needle lightly~ wine? I didn't give him to drink, he took the initiative I want to drink."

"Really?" Arima said softly.

Then the back is hugged.

It seems that hugging is not enough, the person behind him still wants to jump up and jump on his back.He didn't jump up, but still hugged him tightly, like an octopus.

"Arima..." He heard the young man's drunken voice, and hung up the phone.Then he felt the boy let go of his hand, so he turned around, looked down at him slightly, and said in a calm tone, "Is there something you want to tell me?"

"En!" Excellent nodded heavily, his eyes became brighter when he was drunk, and his whole eyes were shining like a child.Before he could speak, he suddenly put his arms around his neck on tiptoe and kissed him.

Mouth to mouth kind.

Arima confirmed that Excellent really drank too much.If he was awake, with Arima's excellent reserve and character, he would never dare to do this.

Thinking of this, he kept the posture of being hooked by the neck and slightly bent over without moving. Through the lens, he saw that the boy's eyes were as bright as stars, and they were stars falling all over the snow.

The star-filled boy tilted his neck to look at him, and when he found that he didn't resist, he laughed foolishly.The smell of alcohol was strong, overflowing from the boy's breath and lips.

"How much did you drink?"

The boy looked at his fingers, compared them, stretched out four fingers, and said firmly, "Five bottles!" After finishing speaking, he nodded affirmatively.

"how do you feel?"

"……Dizziness."

"And then?" Arima asked patiently.This kind of patience is rare even for him.

The boy shook his head, raised his head and stared at him for a long time, then said in a righteous tone: "You are mine!"

"..." Arima decided not to care about this kind of elementary school student's speech.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Excellent frowned, and the frown got higher and higher, and finally rushed forward, leaned close to his lips and kissed him again, and said seriously against his ear: "Sealed proof."

As he spoke, he boldly stretched out his hand to pat his face, and curled the corners of his mouth firmly.After doing all this, as if thinking of something, he suddenly withdrew his hand, looked at him and laughed embarrassedly.

Arima looked at him without taking the next step.Maybe it's because he's also not sure which step to choose next.

Seeing this, Excellent became more and more courageous, rushed forward and hugged him around his waist, rubbing his head on his shoulder desperately, his soft hair rubbed against Arima's face, slightly itchy.The heart lake that was supposed to be frozen had another wave.

Arima's hand rests on Excellent's waist.

This hug is no longer one-sided, but mutual.

He leaned slightly, and whispered into the boy's ear, "Tell me what you want to say."

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"I'm dating Seikawa Manto, don't you know?" Once a person is drunk, it's probably rare for a person to be as honest and aggressive as Arima Youmei.

Arima nodded wordlessly.

Excellent slapped the table and said angrily, "Why did you react like this?!"

Arima, who knew well that he couldn't communicate with drunks, raised his hand and rubbed his excellent hair.Excellent immediately stretched out his hand, and said aggressively, "Unhappy, I want to hug." Seeing that Arima didn't move, he slapped the hand that opened his head, stood up, put on his slippers, stepped on the sofa, and rushed towards Arima.As a result, he stumbled on the sole of his foot and fell straight into Arima's arms, with his lower = half = body still lying on the sofa.

... I still don't want him to drink in the future, not even a single drop.Just like that, Excellent still clings to Arima tightly.Seeing the excellence that entangles him like a koala, Arima finally couldn't help but sigh.The person who can push the undefeated myth in CCG to this level, although he is only in a state of drunkenness, is good enough for Arima.

"I know." Arima raised his hand and touched the back of the boy's head who was clinging to his body, watching the moonlight shining in the living room, without turning on the light, everything could be hidden in the darkness, including the sincerity.

"But I don't think you'll go away that way."

Excellent hummed twice, and put his head against his chest in dissatisfaction, "Conceited!"

"No one can't live without someone." As he said this, the boy's voice sank.Under the influence of the moonlight, the young man's deep voice seemed to be raving, "So, I must be sick, why can't I go away."

"Do you want to leave?" Hearing this, Arima suddenly asked.

He clamped the boy's waist with both hands and supported his upper body, so that he was on the same level as his line of sight.The boy knelt on the sand, a little higher than him, looking down at him, looking hard, trying to see clearly the gaze under his glasses.In the dark, nothing can be seen clearly.

Finally, he nodded in confusion, "Yes."

Arima looked excellent, lowered his head, looked at the hand clutching the shirt on his chest, and remained silent.

"Really?" he asked softly.

The young man raised his chin and looked at the ceiling for a while, then looked down at him again, and shook his head, "I don't know either." As if afraid that his hands would no longer hold him and support his waist, he took the initiative to hug him Putting him in his arms with his head, he said seriously: "Let me go."

"In the past, I only knew one thing and you alone. Later, I met many things, met many people, and sometimes I envied them. I lived so easy and happy, and I also wondered why I should live so So unhappy. Is it because of you? This thought comes up so many times that I startle myself.

"What's wrong with you? And I'm not wrong. But then I always try to sum up what went wrong, and I became an extremely negative person. What's the point of such a person? What's the point of such a relationship?

"Sometimes I think that maybe men are ashamed to talk about love. Well, this is just an excuse, one of the thousands of excuses I use to comfort myself. But today I am so happy and I am so sad Ah, or I don’t know whether I’m sad or happy, but I know it’s over, right? Father.”

Arima listened silently and heard the boy's chest vibrate with sadness.

The young man let go of the hand holding his head, and suddenly knelt down beside him, looking up at him, his eyes shining brightly, as if there were stars twinkling in the sky.

"I love you, Kisho Arima."

The author has something to say: This chapter will show you another idiot.

Don't slap people in the face if you hit someone well, it hurts your self-esteem.

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The first half of the article is almost over.

Uh, I want to know what kind of episodes you want to watch?

Thirty questions or something, the author is not very patient.

Forget about the stew or something, the author is very pure~【Shy

In this way, it seems that there is nothing extra to write about, so it’s up to you guys~

☆, well-intentioned

The night is thick, and the moonlight diffuses through the window lattice.The breeze blows, the curtains and gauze dance gently, and the moonlight is gentle and quiet.

When the moonlight fell on the boy's upturned face, it was holy and beautiful, like a lotus flower under the moon.Even Kisho Arima, whose reason is paramount, couldn't help being moved.The sky full of love=tide flows quietly in the night, and finally turns into a monstrous wave.

Arima leaned down slightly, cupped the boy's cheeks with his hands, nose to nose, and the warm breath was about to drown out everything else.The boy looked at him with bright eyes, as if looking forward to it, and frowned in confusion, wondering what would happen next.

"That was called kissing just now?" Arima asked softly, "Let me demonstrate it myself."

While talking, his hands slowly moved down to the boy's waist, and then he hugged him around his waist and pushed him down on the sofa.The sudden dizziness made Excellent's head dizzy, and he wanted to vomit. He dodged the surprise kiss at a loss, and then his teeth were pried open and the wet tongue drove straight in, sweeping and devouring Excellent's remaining sanity in his mouth.

The touching of lips is naturally not called kissing, but at most it is called showing affection.Kissing is the whole process of biting, aggressing, plundering, and capturing each other, a complete wrestling based on the degree of emotion.

Here, excellence is completely defeated.

But he couldn't resist.

When the two lips parted reluctantly, Arima knew that the body was much more honest than the heart.The mind is controllable, but the hormones are quietly volatilized at night.You don't need to look at it, the surrounding is full of passion=desire.

He lowered his eyes silently, and saw the young man lying flat on the sofa looking at him with uneven breath, his cheeks were flushed, his slightly parted lips were moist and crystal clear, and the tip of his pink tongue was exposed.

This is a dangerous signal.

He supported the sofa near the boy's head with one hand, and turned his palm outward, ready to end the absurd plot at this moment.Excellent, but he stretched out his arms and grabbed his collar and pulled him off forcefully. The drunk boy was not very strong, but Arima did not refuse coldly.

When Arima's whole body fell on Excellent, he let out a muffled snort because of the sudden impact and weight, but immediately stretched out his arms and hugged him tightly around his neck to prevent him from moving, and put his face against it by the way. He rubbed vigorously, and seeing that he was not struggling, he loosened his lower arm a little bit, and looked at Arima who was close at hand seriously, with bright eyes.

The light is contained in the young man's eyes, like a moon in water that will shatter at the touch of a touch.Even Arima has to admit that the best and most beautiful are undoubtedly these blue eyes.Clean and pure, it is easy to reflect what you want in your heart.

In the boy's eyes, Arima is handsome and elegant, which is the most beautiful scenery he has seen in this world.It was the only beauty he saw through the window in his ruined life.What he most wants to keep in his heart and not share with anyone.

He stretched out his hand with some hesitation, and when his hand touched the frame of the pair of eyes, the cold touch made Excellent curl his fingers again, his expression became hesitant.And then, Arima raised his hand to cover the excellent hand, wrapped the boy's hesitant fingers with his warm palm, and guided him to do what he wanted to do little by little.Under such guidance, Excellent didn't hesitate any longer, and with gentleness and connivance, he pinched the spectacle frames on both sides of the ears with horses, but did not move.

"I want to see you clearly." Drunk people are really capricious.

But how lucky, no one stopped him from being self-willed.

Excellent gently took off the pair of glasses on the bridge of Arima's nose, and put it lightly on the coffee table.Then he turned his head and looked at the person in front of him.Looking at his handsome face, she couldn't help but raised her head and touched his forehead with her forehead, and looked at the man's face with wide eyes, calm.The upturned neck soon became sore, Excellent bounced back on the sofa, carefully looked at the face that was close to him, and smirked contentedly, like a treasure hunter who had found the treasure he wanted.

He smirked for a while, frowned again, and murmured: "Is the right choice the one I want?" He looked at Arima with burning eyes, like the vast galaxy, and like the blue sky that can be seen at a glance.

"Why didn't you keep me?" the young man asked, forcefully uttering his name from his lips, but his expression was bewildered, "You have a horse?"

Arima put his forehead against the boy's forehead, pressed his nose against the tip of his nose, and said with a slight sigh, "I'm still a child."

Even if rationality is paramount, emotionally is extremely impulsive.At this moment, I can accept everything intellectually, but I still can't understand all this emotionally.And how to tell him the intricate benefits involved will only really push him to the side of the "one-eyed owl".

"...Go to sleep." Arima stood up and touched the boy's smooth forehead with his fingers.Excellent opened his eyes wide, grabbed his hand and rubbed it, printed his lips on the back of his hand, and then let go.His head was still dizzy due to drunkenness, and he even had tinnitus and dizziness from time to time, as if in a noisy dream, unable to think about all this.Of course he didn't know what kind of touch this move would bring to Arima.He just knew - in the deepest part of his heart - that it was over.

"Good night." Excellent said, closing his eyes.

He slept on the sofa, closed his eyes and sank into the deepest sea in his dream.Every inch of his chest was filled with sour sadness, and then iron-like ice formed on his chest. With the heavy iron-like sadness in his chest, he continued to sink down with the deep sea, until finally, he gave up everything.

And a hand reached into the deep sea, stretched out towards him, and firmly wrapped around his waist, preventing him from sinking.

Then hugged him tightly.

Feel like you are no longer sinking.

Then he heard a monotonous but repeating sound, mixed with drowsiness and drunkenness, even after realizing that it was the ringtone of the mobile phone, Excellent didn't want to move at all.The ringing of the bell stopped abruptly, and he heard what Arima was saying, vaguely, like the sound leaking from the gap in the partition wall.

"……tomorrow."

"I'm with him."

After hearing the last sentence, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, together.

He leaned on this firm and warm chest with peace of mind, at this moment, it belonged to him.So, it doesn't matter even if you sink, if you stay together.

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"Can you get everything if you get strong power?"

The scene in the dream started with this sentence, and the dark background gradually faded away. The black was peeled off layer by layer like an onion, deep black, jet black, gray black, light gray... finally turned into pure white.

And the pure white background quickly melted away, finally unfolding the scene in the dream.

It's a barren ruin.

The ruins of the 24th district are always like this, desolate and uninhabited, it seems that it has nothing to do with Tokyo.And the ruins are not only the thick black clouds polluted by industrial gases, but also buildings that have long been abandoned.

The steel forest of the city cannot stand in one place, this is where all the barbarians live.As far as the eye can see, there are collapsed buildings and empty floors, like blind people who have lost their eyes and left only dark caves questioning silently and sharply.

On the roof of an abandoned building, a blue-haired boy sat on the edge of the roof, looking at such a barren place, and replied: "If there is no strength, even this place cannot survive."

He looked ahead, and said coldly to the people standing beside him: "It's just that you have such thoughts after gaining strength, you are really useless."

The standing black-haired boy laughed, and said, "I'm curious why the ghouls are so powerful? Sometimes you are so similar to humans, and you have hocks for hunting, but only for predation?"

The blue-haired boy gave him a squinting look, and shot back: "After all, you are only a human being, how could you understand us?"

"Well, yes, I'm just a human being." The black-haired boy nodded slightly, explaining the fact quietly, his brows were calm to the point of indifference, "My power is used to protect something. But that person never Needed my protection. So I turned to protect myself, only to find that it only made me swing the knife at him."

"Because my strength is already something that hinders me from approaching him."

"Then you just give up, and then I'll kill you right here." The blue-haired boy said impatiently, his handsome brows became more gloomy.

Standing on the roof, the strong wind gusts, and the overlapping corners of the clothes on both sides are rustling.The black-haired boy laughed, "I don't want to. Even if I want to be killed, I can only be killed by him."

"That person, is Arima Kisho?" The blue-haired boy asked.

There was no answer.

The black-haired boy took a step forward, and fell straight down to the roof like stepping into the air, with the sound of the wind whistling in his ears.Knowing that he was about to be smashed to pieces, he felt a bit of joy in his heart and laughed out loud.

Laughter died in the wind.

Excellent woke up from the dream, he didn't move when he opened his eyes, his dull head thought for a long time before he remembered that the familiar dream had happened.It was a conversation between the two after he defeated Kirishima Ayano.

Before he had time to think about anything, the hangover excellent held his head and began to groan. At this moment, he felt that his head had been run over by a car and then stepped on by an elephant.

Rolling around on the bed several times with my head in my arms, I felt itchy all over again. I pulled the clothes on my chest, and my chest was full of dark red spots, densely packed, and the situation was terrible.Excellent pulled at the collar of his clothes, looked at the rash on his chest with tangled and distressed eyes, and with his head dizzy, he just sat on the bed, not knowing what to do.

Looking around aimlessly, he felt that something was wrong, the temperature in the blanket was large, the folds of the sheets were larger than before, and the black suit was hanging in the corner.It was definitely not his.

Excellent sat on the bed, the more he thought about it, the more blue his face became.

Arima Kisho, who pushed the door in, blocked his extra thoughts in a timely manner. He came in with a glass of water, sat on the side of the bed, handed the water to him, and said, "Drink some honey water to hangover." Excellent. With a sound, he gathered the clothes on his chest that had been ripped apart, sat up with his upper body, caught the water glass, drank half a glass of honey water, frowned and couldn't stand it, and said, "itch."

"I'm allergic." Arima said, "If you sober up, let's go to the hospital."

Excellent nodded, ready to get up, but Arima stood up first, went to the corner of the clothes, took off the black suit, put it on, and then straightened the collar of the white shirt inside.

...So this is completely confirming my conjecture.

Hugging the broken pot and falling down, the excellent who didn't want to think about anything, shook the quilt and quickly put on his clothes and shoes and fled to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, and buried his face in the cold water trembling. He didn't know whether it was fear or excitement.

After going out to get in the car, after handing the car keys to Arima in the driver's seat, Youliang voluntarily sat in the back seat and kept away from him silently.

I always feel that something is wrong, and I have a premonition of what is going to happen.

But Arima didn't say anything, his attention was on the steering wheel and ahead.Laughing secretly at himself for thinking too much, Jieyou relaxed, put his elbows against the window and propped his chin to look at the scenery outside the window, and after seeing a lively place in the car, he couldn't help but put his elbows down.

Knowing that he was pretending to be ignorant to hide his own excellence at this time, he lowered his eyes and said nothing, thankfully his seat was behind the driver's seat of Arima, which was in the dead corner of the rearview mirror of the car.

"Remember what you did when you were drunk last night?" Arima asked him suddenly.

Excellent shook his head without thinking, "I don't know." Then he thought that this was a blind spot in the interior rearview mirror, and Arima couldn't see his movements at all.Arima let out an oh, but didn't say anything more.

He was excellent but felt that something was wrong, and the smacking sound became more and more meaningful. When he thought about it carefully, some fleeting images floated into his mind, and his head suddenly became dizzy.He had no choice but to keep his mouth shut and continue to pretend he didn't know anything.

Accompanied by Arima, they went to the hospital. After examination, the doctor said that it was just an allergy to alcohol. After prescribing anti-allergic medicine and telling them how to take it, the two left the hospital.As soon as he stepped out of the hospital, he found that it was raining outside. The drizzle was falling, and the coolness spread. You couldn't help shrinking your body, but saw the black suit on him.

"Be careful of catching a cold." Arima said, with a tone of rare concern.

Sure enough, you only get the care you get when you are sick.Excellent laughed at himself from the bottom of his heart, feeling that everything had become unbearable.

The sudden phone call saved Excellent to some extent. He hurriedly picked up the phone, but missed the phone with his left hand. Seeing that it was out of his hand, he hurriedly picked it up with his right hand, and then hurriedly picked up the phone and gave a hello.

"Excellent." After hearing Shengchuan's voice, he subconsciously glanced at Arima standing beside him, then quickly turned away, and at the same time turned sideways and gave a soft grace, asking, "What's the matter?"

"Today is our debut stage performance." Hearing this, he let out an excellent ah, since he had forgotten.

Then he immediately stated: "What time? Where? I'll come right away."

Shengchuan sighed almost inaudibly, reported the time and place, and Youhao silently made a re-promise to come immediately before hanging up the phone.Looking at the drizzle outside, he pondered for a while and then made up his mind, then turned to look at Arima beside him: "Take me to XX location."

Arima looked at him and asked, "Is it important?"

Excellent nodded firmly, looked at him, and suddenly said: "That's why I asked you for help." After he finished speaking, he was startled, wondering if he was still drunk.Arima seemed not surprised and nodded, saying let's go.

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After sending Excellence to XX location, Arima drove to the destination he was going to.

The drizzle was falling, blurring the transparent car windows, and Arima held the steering wheel without moving.The blurred car windows will hinder his progress and make everything he sees no longer objective, so it should be cleared immediately.He knew this clearly in his heart, but he still held the steering wheel without moving.

Some time ago, Shinohara Yuki, who is also a special class, mentioned a word when talking about his subordinates: procrastination.It means that even if you know the things in front of you, even if you know that you need to finish them as soon as possible, you will still slack off inertia and delay until the last moment when you have to do them.

Marutesai, who is also a special class, also sharply commented on this phenomenon, "It's just that people with hesitation think they can do it by luck. In the final analysis, they still think highly of themselves."

Marutesai's mouth is also one of the most mean among the special investigators, but it really hits the nail on the head.Looking at the increasingly blurred front window, Arima thought silently, did he hesitate?

In the end, he turned the wiper lever, and the wipers on both sides swung from side to side in an orderly manner, quickly clearing away everything that obstructed his vision.Nothing can stop him anymore.

Soon, the destination was reached.

After parking the car, he lined up at the end of the long queue. Because of his tall figure and handsome appearance, he attracted people's attention, causing people around him to look back at him frequently.He is unconscious, just a walking statue of David.Because of the rain, many people were holding umbrellas or wearing raincoats, and the colors were as colorful as poisonous mushrooms. He looked past these colorful colors and landed on the front of the line, the woman who was sitting and having friendly exchanges with the readers. on the writer.

Gao Yuquan.

After waiting in line for a long time, someone suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Arima, complaining: "You see, you want to ask Teacher Gao Yuquan to sign it. It's too much for you not to buy her new book. Hahaha, let's buy a copy and come back, or else it will be embarrassing." ah."

Arima looked at the person in front of him silently. This stranger who spoke to him in a familiar tone, was neither tall nor short, with an ordinary appearance. He was about 30 years old. He was not threatening. He was a human being, but it was not confirmed whether he was trap.

After a moment of silence, he said: "Okay." Then he followed the man away and left the team.

The man handed him a black umbrella, and Arima didn't push it back. He took it, opened it, and followed the man, keeping a close distance.

They walked into a bookstore, the interior was quiet, and the bookshelves were neatly arranged.Then they walk across the hall.In this regard, the clerk seems to be surprised, and no one cares that they go out through the back door.The back door was a narrow alley, and the back door they opened was in the middle of the alley.Then turn right and there is a door at the end.

The man opened the door with a key, beckoning him to come in, and Arima Yiyan stepped through the door.The interior structure was immediately reflected in the eyes. After entering the door, there is a corridor with walls on both sides, which is similar to the structure of the narrow alley just now.

And the man scratched his head and said in a complaining tone, "Hey, it's a good thing that Teacher Gao is too popular with readers, but her idea is just too weird. This little-known alley is what she uses to receive some readers she likes." Yes, she also said that it has the thrill of a spy movie. As her editor, I really don't understand her thinking, alas..."

The man complained, but the pace of leading the way did not stop.

Arima knew what it meant and was noncommittal.Continue to maintain a not far not close distance.

After walking some distance in the corridor, the person claiming to be an editor stopped, opened a door, and said to