[Comprehensive] Funny than a miracle!

If something is to be added to the Chronicle of Meteor Street, the fact that Kurolo Luciru founded the Phantom Brigade at the age of 13 will probably take up a small half page in it—even if their brigade takes the Meteor Street in the future. The signboards were issued, but they were just a few of the more dazzling ones among the countless strong people in Meteor Street.

"Basically that's it, nothing special to say—I've always hated long speeches."

Kuroro wrote a few words in a small notebook of his own, finally closed the notebook, and finished the last sentence of his inaugural address.

"It is not the individual who should survive, but the brigade. Don't forget this."

He thought about the rules of this brigade for a long time, and finally it became such a simple thing.Even people like Nobunaga and Wo Jin can clearly understand that it is not a problem to continue to supplement the rules in the future... In short, this is how Kurollo's requirements for establishing an organization are fulfilled.

"Next—the first thing I want to get," Kuroro looked at the dirty and dilapidated streets of Meteor Street, covered his mouth and thought for a while, "about the ability to read."

Why would anyone have this ability?Is it natural?Or does it trigger under certain conditions?How to use this ability?

"How do I get this kind of thing ==" Nobunaga still has some feelings of disapproval for this boy. Although he admires Kuroro's ability and wisdom very much, he has not yet reached the point where he wants to follow him wholeheartedly.

"Just grab what you want."

Kuroro said such a sentence that became the mantra of everyone in the brigade, but it is a pity that his words have not yet been regarded as the golden rule-so of course Maggie's words must be said: "Are you playing handsome? "

Kurolo: "..."

All in all, Kuroro has fulfilled his first grand wish.He looked at the streets of Meteor Street, and the endless decadence and desolation, and finally raised his mouth and smiled softly.

Leaving Meteor Street...

He has a hunch that what he thought would take a long, long time to achieve a few years ago will soon come true.

"Meteor Street... I'm afraid there will be a big turmoil."

Omar said so, looked down at Susie standing beside him, and sighed softly: "Although the children in Meteor Street can never be taken lightly--they are also geniuses that are rare in a hundred years. "

Susie looked at Omar with somewhat tangled eyes, obviously worried about his state: "Leader... It's just that your mind power has been damaged, everything is still possible."

"That guy named Kuroro, the power of thought bursting out in an instant is too amazing, and my practice can't resist it at all," Omar said in a very objective tone, and finally laughed, "The dream of decades Broken Chaos—that's fine, let me go outside, Susie...isn't it home? If my companion is still there, there won't be any problems."

"...Yes," Susie choked up for a rare moment, and then regained her composure, "As long as my companion is still there, I can go anywhere."

For the people on Meteor Street, Meteor Street is like a cancer that grows in their hearts—they hate the harm it inflicts on themselves, but cutting it off means more pain.

For a Meteor Street person, where can't be a home?

"As long as the brigade exists, no matter how the people inside change, the purpose and spirit will remain the same. Although I founded it, the Phantom Brigade is not controlled by me."

"—This is the meaning of what I mean by 'it is not the individual who survives, but the brigade'. And only an organization is endowed with its spirit, which will last for a long time."

In Kuroro's notebook, such a paragraph was written at the top.

Although he is only 13 years old, sometimes he is self-willed to the point of paranoia, he will lose his normal judgment because of some small things, and he has not learned how to hide his expression perfectly, but his talent in leadership makes some Adults can't hold a candle to it.

A storm is coming on Meteor Street.

Yunfeng felt as if he was wandering in a dream.

His feet are light and floating in the sky as if there is no gravity... and all around him is a white background, a vast expanse of white color is not very dazzling, but gives him a very comfortable feeling.

Where am I?I remember I was trying to lose my memory, right?

Or would he come to such a place after losing his memory?

His thinking is very divergent, and at the same time, he finds that all the memories in his brain have been unlocked—from the very first time travel to the subsequent reincarnation, every cycle clearly makes him Thought these were things that happened yesterday.

It's really disappointing...if this continues.

As if he had received some order, Yunfeng subconsciously split his mind into two parts—the one before the crossing and the one after the crossing. These two closely connected guys began to separate little by little. And Yunfeng also felt that he was split into two parts.

"Why can't you think about it so much?"

As one thought said this, the other rebutted: "Because this is my insistence."

"Okay... I don't know how long I can last this time," said Yun Feng, who had a part of his past thinking, "You are really too thin."

"...That's better than you."

"It's true... Pretending to be integrated with the system is really tiring."

"Could you please pretend to be a little more like that? Don't make me suspicious so easily =="

"Then let the self-suggestion be stronger =="

The mind is split into two parts.

This feeling... has an indescribable subtlety.

It's like a ball of cotton, if you have to tear it into two parts, too much force will easily cause damage, so this process can only be done slowly one by one - slowly untie the entangled parts of the memory, and then a little One point is divided into two parts...

For Yunfeng, this process was extremely slow, but for Tom Riddle, it seemed like a blink of an eye.

no response!

No matter how much he tried to invade Yunfeng's body, it was as if he was poking a stone with a needle. There was no gap in Yunfeng's body that he could penetrate!

Without a soul?Or is it that his soul is in an extremely closed state now?

Tom knew right away that it was the latter, but he was just a diary now, and he had no choice but to try his best to dig into Yunfeng's body and into his soul.

And this is only a very short process for the real world.

Before Shenwei could discern any changes in Yunfeng, Yunfeng's mind had been wandering around for a long time—and the powerful nerves in Shenwei's body made him intuitively think that some very important changes were going on in Yunfeng's body... ...Otherwise, his gaze would not be so dull for a moment.

"Cloud wind?"

Shenwei asked in a low voice, but his hand made what he thought was the most correct decision - he grabbed Yunfeng's neck!

And when he found that Yunfeng had no reaction to this, Shenwei's eyes narrowed.

He involuntarily increased the strength of his hand, but at the moment when he was about to cut off Yunfeng's neck, Yunfeng's expression finally changed, he opened his mouth with difficulty, but because his neck was stuck, it was really difficult There was no way to speak——after Shenwei let go of his hand, he coughed loudly several times, his face flushed instantly, and he gasped for several breaths in shortness of breath.

"...Are you crazy?"

Yunfeng held his throat and gasped for several times, like a fish out of water, his whole body was limp—in fact, he was indeed lying on the floor, the crisis from his body just now forced him to immediately The activities at the thinking level have stopped... After all, keeping one's life alive is the most important thing in one's subconscious mind.

Shenwei didn't answer him, he stared at Yunfeng with his harmless blue eyes for about ten seconds.

"who are you?"

After asking this sentence, Shenwei's aura suddenly changed!

"..." Yunfeng's expression changed, and the eyes that looked at Shenwei became a little approving, "You are really sharp."

Kamui smiled—but everyone could hear the strong killing intent in his laugh.But Fangfo sensed his strong fighting spirit, the smile on Yunfeng's face also changed, and then he raised his hands: "Can you listen to me a little?"

"Interesting... I don't know where the guy is talking to me?"

Shenwei's movement was so fast that it made people speechless, he immediately grabbed the cloud wind and pressed it hard on the floor—this time there was no tenderness at all, Shenwei directly used a lot of strength to move towards the floor It fell, and a hole was smashed out of the wooden floor all of a sudden!

"I'm not making terms with you, idiot."

"Yunfeng" stared directly at Kamui with a strange accent, his eyes were sharp and full of aggression: "Let me go - otherwise Yunfeng's consciousness may continue to split!"

"...what does it have to do with me?" Kamui's pupils narrowed subtly, and the smile on his face became more terrifying, "Now you make me very~very~no~comfortable, so I just want to kill you .”

How did Yunfeng get along with this guy who escaped from the madhouse? !Why hasn't he been cured of his brain yet! !

Tom, who had finally seized control of his body, wanted to put a spell on this guy's face, but now Yunfeng's consciousness is hidden in a very deep place. If it weren't for the behavior of Shenwei's neck just now, he probably wouldn't be able to squeeze in. Considering When the time is urgent, Tom doesn't want to continue to entangle with this lunatic at all: "... Whatever you want."

He directly dived into Yunfeng's deep consciousness.

Kamui's eyes dimmed for an instant, and then he stretched out his hand to catch Yunfeng's breath in the next second - after finding out that this person was indeed alive, he looked at the purple umbrella that he threw aside, There was a subtle silence.

"It's really ugly..."

Finally he relaxed slowly and sighed softly.

"Give you three and ten minutes—or I'll kill you."

When Yunfeng split his consciousness subconsciously, for some reason, he suddenly remembered what he had said to Tom before.

Only a fool would do such a thing if he split his own soul.

Does it mean that what you think your other self does is not what you do?

It's too self-deceiving.

Thinking about it now, these lines are simply naked allusions to himself.

Yunfeng closed his eyes subconsciously.

"Why do you say such a thing?"

"Because I subconsciously feel that this is not right—it is an escape from facing reality in this way."

"Since you know, why do you still do it?"

Yunfeng was silent for a long time, and finally answered hoarsely.

"Because I can't go on... because there is no end, I can't go on."

No matter how optimistic you are, no matter how you don't care, you still can't survive alone.

Just like in Meteor Street, the most important thing is companions... Many people have their own most important things, maybe money, maybe power, maybe women, maybe honor.

For Yunfeng, the most important thing is that he has a goal.

Even if it's a lie, it's okay to let him survive the lie.

"……I think so too."

In the white illusion, there is a silhouette of a person faintly displayed - he is far away from Yunfeng, but his voice is clearly transmitted to Yunfeng's ears word by word.

"Whether it's an inexplicable life like yours, such a long life imprisoned in a diary... one person can't sustain it."

"I've always thought——Yunfeng, like me, is a guy who doesn't need company."

Shenwei said something in such a low voice, and then laughed and denied his own words: "...What is it called companionship, it is almost an existence that is always vigilant."

Yunfeng opened his eyes and saw Tom Riddle.

He also looked at Yunfeng, just like the way he looked at Yunfeng a long time ago-with a not-so-disguised contempt and a little sincerity.

"That's all you can do for the rest of your life—at least you should treat it seriously."