About my brother and I are both gravity making this thing

068 About Pseudoscience

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I was born 16 years ago, and I have been in the Institute of Imaginary Numbers since I can remember.

Six years ago, I inexplicably appeared in this world after a certain experimental accident, and then stayed in the slums of Yokohama, Leibo Street, for almost a year.

I met Mr. Dazai five years ago.He took me and the Akutagawa brothers and sisters away, and while the vehicle was driving, he suddenly threw me down alone. The moment my butt hit the ground, I saw Chuya who hadn't grown his long hair yet.Since then, my world view of the first 11 years has been completely subverted, because I accidentally glimpsed the existence of the strange power of the wild god.

Four years ago, Mr. Dazai jumped from the port mafia, and the two blacks dismantled the gang. He disappeared. Two years ago, he reappeared in front of us as a "social idler" and joined another company with special abilities that is also located in Yokohama. Business License Organization, Armed Detective Agency.

Three years ago, I entered the second year of junior high school, and I had nothing to do all day long. I met Orihara Rinya, so I occasionally wandered around in Ikebukuro, and in the name of human observation, I committed a second-year disease that I don’t know when it will be cured.He acts entirely according to his mood, never considering whether his actions are right or wrong.Until Celty, known as the Headless Horseman, was chopped up by shattered glass shards and "died" in front of me, life began to become unbearable and I learned to restrain myself.

There is not much to say about the days that followed.Except for the occasional skipping class that would cause the academic teacher to complain frantically to the parents, my life was smooth sailing.Even if I follow Mr. Sakaguchi behind me every day, I still think the world is pretty good. At least I don’t want to commit suicide with Mr. Dazai. A magical world with abilities and personalities, gods who can interfere in the world, and fairies who can move and think freely even without a head.

So things like space shifting...well...should be normal.

Academy City also has many abilities of this type, who can move themselves or objects of a certain volume and mass including themselves to specific coordinates.

I looked at this room of about twenty square meters.

There are not many decorations in the room.There is only a beige lounge chair on the right side of the door that matches the decoration style of the entire room, a coffee table with a basket of preserved flowers, and a huge mirror that occupies half of the wall.

But the recliner, coffee table, including my feet are all piled up with clothes.

I picked up one at random, but I didn't find the label on the clothes, and I didn't smell the smell after washing or incense. I preliminarily speculated that it was newly made to order.

So this room is the dressing room?

I was clutching the clothes in my hands, layers of organza—I wouldn’t have worn this kind of thing if I hadn’t been beaten to death at a banquet or something like that. Know what to do.

The amount of information that can be grasped is too little... Speaking of which, why did I appear in this room?I began to try to think back to what happened before I came to this room.

And I clearly remember that 30 seconds ago, I was sitting at Sawada's house preparing to have dinner-the menu was the egg flower burger meat that Rambo was thinking about.

Mr. Sakaguchi's air pressure has inexplicably dropped a lot since I agreed to Mrs. Sawada's invitation - of course, this is nothing.In fact, most of my behavior will make Mr. Sakaguchi dissatisfied.For example, running a red light when there is no traffic passing by, eating chocolate after eleven o'clock in the evening, staying up late and playing games until the early hours of the holidays, etc... In short, I have become accustomed to ignoring his various grievances and doing it in an upright manner. Own.

After Lan Bo knew that he could enjoy the hamburger meat he didn't eat at noon, he sat at the table with a knife and fork and sang songs for more than ten minutes, which were basically "Master Lan Bo is in a good mood" and "Reborn is a big fool" It doesn't matter to me, but the lyrics of Gang Ji's cold sweat.

Gang Ji persuaded Lan Bo not to sing, otherwise Reborn would hear it later, and he might not be able to eat egg flower hamburger in his life.

Perhaps because Mrs. Sawada was in the kitchen behind him, Rambo seemed confident, and he didn't even listen to what he said, and then continued to sing loudly.

The expected outcome was naturally that Lanbo was kicked again.The fierce and powerful little black man named "Reborn" - I'm embarrassed to say it, but I really didn't mean to think of Chuya for no reason - he is really powerful, jumping from the ground to a height of [-] centimeters in the air, And accurately kicked Rambo's left face sitting on the toddler seat.Regardless of whether he has special abilities or not, being able to use one's physical abilities or special abilities to such an extent at this age alone is very commendable.

The kicked Rambo also surprised me.

His anti-strike ability is obviously far superior to that of his peers, not to mention that he is only five years old now.Normal five-year-old children are actually as fragile as glass. Their thin arms and legs are still young saplings. If other children kicked Reborn, they would probably have concussions. Apart from a few sounds of pain, nothing else happened, and he even had the strength to fight back.

Immediately after falling down from somewhere (yes, Reborn kicked him over with the stool together...) and getting up from somewhere, Rambo put his two short hands into his curly hair .

While I was using gravity to move my chair back (I was really afraid that he was trying to grab two fleas out of my hair) an even more surprising scene happened——

From his fluffy curly hair, little boy Lanbo took out a cannon barrel nearly half a meter long!

However, compared to the barrel - I certainly didn't think of it as a high-risk weapon.First of all, sitting next to me is a civil servant who has dedicated his life to the country. His first duty is to check foreign visitors, including their belongings.

So I took this gun barrel as a highly simulated toy as a matter of course, and only cared about how an item of such length and weight was hidden in the hair.

What kind of magic hair is this? ? ?

Have the human beings in this world already mastered the laws of thirteen-dimensional space and researched related application methods? ?right? !The technology tree in this world is not that developed, is it? ! !No! ! !

And is it really good to place such a hard object at zero distance from the head?Children are lively and active, and the barrel can not play the role of cushioning and protection.

Besides, when he fell just now, he couldn't tell from the sound of Lanbo's landing that he was carrying such a large mass... So this is really an application of technology that I don't know about, right? !

I really can't describe how shocked I was.

This messy bastard world always slaps me when I think I understand it, and then tells me that everything before is just for fun.

The war between Reborn and Rambo ended very quickly.In this confrontation, which lasted no more than 20 seconds, Reborn took the lead in grabbing a box of juice at hand, and threw it at Rambo quickly and mercilessly.

Lan Bo, who was holding the cannon barrel, did not have time to dodge in the future. He caught the box of juice with his face, and at the same time as he fell back, the cannon barrel flew out of his hand.

And then...then that barrel seemed to hit me?

I went to the mirror, brushed my hair back and checked my head.

No red marks, no lumps, and no pain of any kind left behind.

As if everything that happened 2 minutes ago was my illusion.

I checked the room again. There were no surveillance cameras in the corners of the room, the flower baskets filled with eternal flowers, and the inside and outside of the air conditioner. The mirror was also normal, not a two-way mirror.

So at least, for the time being, I can safely and boldly regard this room as a safe house.

But anyone who has played horror games should understand one thing-the safe house is a very dilemma.

Because it not only provides players with a place to rest and save files, but also a place that warns players all the time that they cannot continue to advance the plot if they do not step out of the safe house.

Although staying here can guarantee safety, it is no different from putting yourself in a cage.

What's more, I don't know if anyone else will come in this dressing room.

Is it a private residence or a shopping mall outside the locker room?

I certainly hope it's the latter if possible.There are many people in the shopping mall, so it is very convenient to escape or hide.

It’s just that before I could think more and further prepare myself for the psychological construction that I suddenly needed to explore an unknown space, there was a knock on the white, closed door.

Boom, boom, boom.

Take it easy.

No need to look around. I also learned from the search just now that there is no place to hide in this locker room except under the recliner.

Fortunately, I can tell from the hinges on the door that this is a door that can only be opened by exerting force to the inside of the room.

After the door is pushed open, it will form an angle with the wall. People outside the room will basically choose to enter the room if they want to check the situation in the room. At this time, it happens that his back is facing me. Whether it is a sneak attack or escape, it is very beneficial to me.

After confirming the plan, I immediately regained the confidence that I can do it every second.

In fact, the reason why I am so cowardly is that this world is too bastard.

There can be two gravity operations, so who can stipulate that Osamu Dazai can only have one disqualification in the world?

And if I was sent to this strange space not by accident but someone's plan or conspiracy, then this seemingly ordinary dressing room can also be a preparation to weaken my defense.

The right answer is to be in awe of the unknown.No matter what era you are in, collecting intelligence is always a necessary means of survival, not to mention that I have already passed the age where I can only be reckless.

As expected, I walked behind the door.At this time, there were three more knocks on the door.

Boom, boom, boom.

I didn't speak, just quietly waiting for the reaction of the person outside the door.

After about ten more seconds, the unhurried knock on the door finally stopped.

In its place was a man's voice that I was all too familiar with.

"Central Plains Deep Sea, how long are you going to dawdle in it?"

Yes.

very familiar.

Familiar voice, familiar hoarseness and nasality caused by perennial cough, familiar tone of impatience.

Immediately, I was fully prepared, my hair stood on end, and my heart rate soared.

- Meow!Why is Akutagawa Ryunosuke here? !