About my brother and I are both gravity making this thing

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I only play stand-alone games, and I don't understand what "lay down" is.

However, as a rice bug, I can tell you very responsibly that I didn't even have many basic self-care abilities when I was young.

It is my ideal in life to stretch out my clothes, stretch my hands and eat, and open my mouth—however, under the guidance of Zhongye, I already have this part of the basic self-care ability, so this requirement has been lowered a little—my current wish is not to let me Just use your brain.

I want to finish this life that has undergone tremendous changes in peace and tranquility—and the most simple dream in it is hello, hello, hello, everyone.

It's kind of me to think so.I was touched by myself and curled up in my sleeping bag listlessly.This is the No.20 two days after I came here ten years ago, and it is also the No.16 day when Accelerator took my mind away and I was "fostered" in the Armed Detective Agency.

I didn't dare to relax my vigilance if I did not come back, and I was on call almost 24 hours a day to help with calculations.For the first time in these 20 days, I tasted the taste of high-intensity overtime work, and even tasted the taste of breaking sleep under the instigation of Mr. Dazai.

Facts have proved that you should not drink energy drinks indiscriminately, otherwise you will be as excited as I am all night, and feel like a hangover the next day, with intermittent pain in the temples.

Otherwise, why don't you sleep for a while now?Anyway, if something happens, Accelerator will call me up—our one-sided brain communication will be useful at this time, and it will be more effective than setting [-] alarm clocks for ourselves.Because his voice can be transmitted directly to my mind, there is no situation where I don't want to hear it.

Of course, Mr. Dazai and Mr. Kunikida took me to hide more often (I think Accelerator played a big role in places I don’t know, otherwise they would take me to escape in such a big way, instead of letting me release Calculus support...).The other members of Butei went out in twos and threes as early as half a month ago.

Right now, Bai Lan's chasing soldiers are all over the world.

We live every day like a road movie, or tunnel warfare, guerrilla warfare.

Mr. Kunikida is responsible for driving and cooking to find a safe area where we can stay, while Mr. Dazai and I sit in the back seat and play UNO or online Hearthstone.

In order to make me resist the urge to go out for a walk, Mr. Dazai also told me stories and gossip every day, and by the way, talked a little about Hong Kong and black affairs, saying that the previous bosses before Mr. Mori and Bai Lan’s previous practices are similar to each other—— If I am going to die, I will take the whole of Yokohama to be buried with me.

"And then Mr. Sen killed him?"

"Xiaoyu, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately." Mr. Dazai smiled slightly, and changed the subject, "I tell this story to tell you that children should restrain their temper and don't eat you just because I eat you." A single pudding is worth half a day."

For the thousand and one time, I insulted Osamu Dazai in my heart.

Then, with such thoughts in mind, I was rolled up with a sleeping bag.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-?!" My mouth and nose were blocked by soft fabric, and I could only struggle desperately.

"Oh, so Xiaoyu, you're awake." It was Mr. Dazai's voice. He didn't intend to free me, but he said to himself, "I was thinking of letting you sleep for a while, why so early just woke up?"

He said aggrievedly, as if he had painstakingly paid to the white-eyed wolf with painstaking efforts.

You die for me!I kicked him through the blanket, what felt like a side kick.

After a while I felt like I was being let down, and I fumbled to get up, only to roll over under the seat, hitting my knees and head.

"Let me tell you that I will really kill you!!!" I tugged on Osamu Dazai's collar, and I don't know what kind of wind is blowing today, but he actually sat in the driver's seat, while Mr. Kunikida sat in the driver's seat. The co-seat, seeing most of Osamu Dazai's body being twisted back by me, his hands almost left the steering wheel.When Kunikida-san made a move to stop me, I could almost read the pleading "Hero, please!" on his face.

He didn't want to die in a car accident.

I don't want to either.

"I'll beat him up for you when we get off the bus." That's what Mr. Kunikida promised me.

I just believed it and let go, "Where are we going now?"

"Of course I'm looking for Mr. Fang Fang." Mr. Dazai, who doesn't drive often, kicked the accelerator cheerfully, and the off-road vehicle carrying us immediately jumped with his movement, and my head slammed into the back of the back seat. .

But this time I didn't rush to hit him, but asked a little dazedly, "Is it over?"

"That's right." Dazai-san said.

I sat up straight and glanced out the window.This off-road vehicle, which had avoided being tracked and was just replaced yesterday, was driving on a spacious asphalt road. It was clearly broad daylight, but there were not many people outside.The streets are empty like the end of the world, only the advertisements on the LED screen are still scrolling. In this strange and silent atmosphere, Mr. Dazai actually told me that everything is over?

Looking at him like this, it seems that he really didn't want to take me to join the enemy.

"It's so unreal!" I said belatedly.

Mr. Dazai held the steering wheel with one hand and rolled down the car window. The bulging hot wind blew across the ground to pick up the heat, and then scratched my face.

He said: "The heroines of other road movies always have to experience some stories along the way. Apart from playing games, you eat and sleep every day. Your biggest contribution is to help Fang Jun do the math. It's strange that you have real feelings."

It seems to be the same reason... I dug out a bag of milk from the corner next to my seat, and then took out my phone.

I hate Prynne!

This kind of hatred is well-founded, especially every time I turn on the phone and see that the stocks that "I" bought before continue to go down or even limit down due to the recent turmoil, this kind of hatred becomes more obvious up!

Social pest!The crumbs of the world!

I said viciously: "If I see Bai Lan, let me hit him... no, two punches!"

"My lovely little lady, I'm honored to inform you," Mr. Dazai smiled at me slightly, and then he lowered the corners of his mouth and said incredulously, "No."

"Depend on!"

I couldn't help but cursed.

Mr. Dazai looked at me through the rearview mirror, "Is swearing a child's thing?"

His gaze was oppressive, pouring down like thick black asphalt, stripping the air around me while making me bow my head guiltily.

Before he was about to regard me as a waste or some kind of failure, I shrank my neck and apologized falteringly: "I'm sorry... I won't say it next time..."

"There won't be a next time?" Mr. Dazai is 32 years old this year, he should be a middle-aged man, but I still can't help but want to classify him as a young man-his voice has become lively again.

"Okay..." I replied dully, wondering if the 26-year-old me would still be as afraid of Mr. Dazai as I am now.

If so, that would be too embarrassing!

And thinking about it this way, Akutagawa Ryunosuke is really a shy M.Living under such high pressure, he can still enshrine Osamu Dazai as a human-shaped bible, which is really interpreting his respect and love for Osamu Dazai with dignity and life.

We set off in the afternoon, and we stopped once for refueling. Mr. Kunikida took the opportunity to remove Mr. Dazai from the driver's seat. The road afterwards was smooth and safe. I fell asleep and dreamed of a milk puzzle , and a basket of fried chicken.

The smell of the fried chicken was so real that I reached over the milk puzzle and reached for the golden basket of fried chicken.

Then, my hand was tapped lightly with some sort of stick.

"Hiss!" I rubbed the back of my hands, and in front of me was not a low roof, but a high ceiling.

"Are you a pig? Then you can sleep?" Accelerator retracted his crutches and looked down at me, "Get up and eat."

"what?"

"Have a meal."

"No, I'm asking where is this?"

"Mirufiore's laboratory." Accelerator tapped the front end of his cane, "The space-time transition device is placed here, leave after eating."

Isn't this amount of information a bit too much... I blinked and asked him, "Is my brother there?"

"No."

"If he doesn't come to see me off, I won't leave." I lay down very temperately.

Fang Accelerator is copying his crutch (I don’t know where he got this thing, and after finally being able to move like a normal person, why use crutches? Could it be that it’s too easy to use for beating people? ), pretending to hit me again, but he still held back and started cursing, "Are you an imbecile who has no ability to manage emotions?"

I snorted heavily, "What right do personality disorder patients who don't know how to act like a baby have the right to say anything about me?"

I got out of the sleeping bag, my clothes were wrinkled like pickles, my hair was messy, and Accelerator wrinkled his nose in disgust.I then asked him, "How does the boss fight feel?"

"It's okay, I'm not the main force." He didn't evade my question, "The superpowers on the scientific side of this world are still valid, and I know a little magic."

I choked on my own saliva and coughed violently.

Dear old friends, my long-lost homeland, why have you become unscientific? !

"Oh, you left earlier, I don't know it's normal."

"Don't say it's like I'm dead, okay?"

"Individual disappearance, social death, you are indeed dead in the original world."

"...Okay, let's get down to business, what is the magic you just said?"

"It's literally 'magic'. It's a special ability that is different from superpowers. The most ordinary people can also cast it, but people with superpowers can't use it. Otherwise, the two forces will conflict with each other and cause serious injury to the caster."

Fantasy.

It's too illusory.

I sat in the sleeping bag in a daze, and suddenly felt that life was really boring.

It doesn't matter if my abilities haven't improved, but my worldview is still being destroyed and reshaped all the time.

I wanted to ask more questions, but Accelerator stopped me with his usual contemptuous eyes, "What's the point of asking these questions? You need to learn such a dangerous ability for a pampered young lady like you?"

Not at all hurt by his ridicule, I nodded kindly, "You are right, there is really no need to ask. Let's change the question."

He gestured with his eyes: speak.

"Who is that 'someone with me' you speak of?"

"You can't guess?"

"If you don't give me the answer, how will I know if I guessed it right?"

"Oh, then tell me who you guessed first."

"Helin Keen, the person in charge of my research." I quickly announced a name.

Accelerator nodded, "It seems that you are not so stupid as to be unreasonable." He really would not let go of any opportunity to mock me.

"What about the others?" I asked.

"Dead." He said flatly, "Three days ago, he voluntarily applied to participate in the unfinished transition experiment, and was broken down into quanta—what? Sad?"

I scratched my head and said "hmm".

Yifang Accelerator immediately sneered and said, "He said that he had found many ways to kill you before, but you were so desperate that you never succeeded. Do you have to sympathize with this kind of person? Do you have a Madonna complex?"

I rolled my eyes, "I didn't say he didn't deserve to die. This man has raised me for ten years, even if I play with a dog, I should play with feelings, so what's the point? An egoist, there are still many beautiful feelings waiting for you to dig. Besides, if he is a scum, do I have to laugh at his death like a bloodless and tearless scum? They are all in awe!"

Although it is a sense of awe that has been forcibly tempered.

I made a suggestion: "Little classmate, reading too many psychological books does not mean that you understand everything. All theoretical research must return to practice after all. Go and love this ugly world! - so you know why he died Participate in the beta experiment of the jump?"

"Aside from wanting to go back, is there any other reason?" Accelerator, who was stunned by me, answered my question well.

"He wants to go back and I can probably understand why." After all, the development prospects of the technology tree in this world are worrying, and for my researcher, more than half of his life time and energy are spent in the world over there.

Even without me, he still has other opportunities and outcomes.

Previously, Accelerator said that he could go back after eating - this sentence undoubtedly means that the research and development has actually been successful, and at this stage he already has the means to make the leap.

And three days ago, it was probably when Bai Lan's situation was over?

It's not surprising that he chose to jump in this situation. After all, as a member of the enemy camp, once Bai Lan's decline, he probably won't have a chance to get in touch with the jumping device—the reason why he started researching this project is probably because In order to go back, go back to Academy City.

Thinking about it carefully, this kind of hysterical approach really fits the temperament of a scholar in Academy City.

They are greedy for life and afraid of death, selfish and selfish, but they have a strange loneliness.

I looked up at the ceiling and said suddenly: "But I can't remember the reason why I wanted to go back before."

"Huh? What are you talking about? Showing off?" Fang Accelerator raised his eyes, and after finishing speaking, he pursed his lips together again.

I ignored his provocation, and asked again: "Hey, a classmate, I have a question for you."

"speak."

"The me you know is another 'me', right? Another 'me' who came to this world a little later than ten years old."

He gave a "hmm" indifferently.

"Was the other 'me' better off than the current me?" I asked another "me me me" question.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Knowing that there are parallel worlds, you will want to compare them!" I jumped out of the sleeping bag, rolled it into a big ball, and hugged it in my arms, "Although I hope that I can live happily in every parallel world." Okay, but I still hope that the me in front of you can live a better life than me in any parallel world."

I took a sniff and it felt a bit clogged, probably a cold.

Accelerator stared at my face for a while, before he could speak, Mr. Dazai, who was said to be cooking hot pot outside, walked in swaggeringly, happened to see me sniffing, and rubbed my face twice , Shocked: "The idiot actually catches a cold?!"

I was just educated not to swear, the scroll stuck in my throat

"Go away!" I shook off his hand without hesitation—I didn't shake it off, so I started to ask the question "Why didn't my brother come to see me off when I was about to leave?"

"Chuya's words should be settled in Italy now." Mr. Dazai sighed, looking at me as if he was looking at a troublesome idiot, "Of course work is more important to him than you, didn't you Are you used to it?"

He obviously intended to sow discord between me and Zhongye, which is really hateful.I bit my head sideways on Mr. Dazai's hand, and he cried out in pain, calling me a puppy.

I deliberately laughed three times, when Mr. Kunikida walked in from the outside, ignored Mr. Dazai who rushed over to complain to him, pointed to the door and said to me, "Dinner is ready, come out."

I looked back at Fang Accelerator, he was still standing there, his red eyes that lacked pigment caught me.

I stretched out my hand and pushed him, "Let's go, let's eat."

He looked away from me and nodded.

Probably because I was sleeping, I found that the lights outside the room were several degrees brighter than those inside. Tsunayoshi Sawada was standing with (probably) his friends, and the members of Butei were also standing around At the side of the pot, Akutagawa stood in the corner and was out of tune with the happy atmosphere, and was called away by a phone call not long after.

I stayed in the dark for a long time, and it took a while for my eyes to adapt before the things in my field of vision became clear again.

I muttered that it was bad for my eyes to be so bright, and was about to follow Mr. Dazai out of the room when I vaguely heard Accelerator behind me say something.

It was not until I finished writing this incredible social practice report that I tried to recall what he said at that time.

Probably maybe maybe maybe, a "You look better than the one I know".

I often wonder if I would be different if I grew up in Academy City.Most of the answers I got before were my own subjective speculation, but now I have a certain amount of evidence.

So having such thoughts certainly doesn’t mean that I don’t know how to be blessed while I am blessed.

Only lucky little ones have this luxury of trouble.

I'm lucky to be one of them, otherwise what's haunting me now probably wouldn't be homework.

If there is a destiny, please let us see you in the next social practice report (to be polite, you don't really think I have the energy to write another one).