I'm surviving in a love game

However, how to find the loopholes at the edge has become a new problem that needs to be considered. A bigger problem has emerged in front of the two of them, that is, if Shiori Hoshimiya and Ayatsuji Xingren look for loopholes together, the efficiency of the search will be halved , and if they are searched separately, how to find a loophole in one of them and inform the other in a timely manner is also difficult.

Especially under the premise that the mobile phone has no signal, Hoshimiya Shiori finally struggled to swipe the mobile phone screen a few times, and there was always a big red cross on the signal on the upper right.Turning off the phone, her unattractive expression was reflected on the darkened screen. Ayatsuji pedestrian's finger rested on the edge of her phone, and the edge of the fingertip tapped the screen, and a weak vibration was transmitted to Hoshimiya Shiori's palm.

"Except for the propagation of electric waves, the propagation of sound in solids is far better than that in air." Just as he spoke, the surging crowd stopped again, but this time the bell did not come, so everything around Both are in a static state, and Hoshimiya Shiori and Ayatsuji Xingren seem to be standing in a still picture.

In fact, the range of the barrier covering Sensoji Temple is not that big, about half a street away, but the few seconds of finding the loophole and reminding it with a voice are enough to change the loophole.

"I understand the truth, it's just..."

It was difficult to implement. Before she could say the second half of the sentence, she was walked to the shops on the side of the street with her wrists around her wrists. Among them was a shop specializing in selling souvenirs. It swayed slightly due to the strong wind, and made a few sparse sounds, which were extremely incomplete.

"Are you looking for something?" Apart from the surprise when his wrist was tied at the beginning, Hoshimiya Shiori, who knew a little about Ayatsuji pedestrians, quickly calmed down, and even carefully observed the shop he entered, trying to find out from it. Analyzing his intentions, her eyes were attracted by a ball of red thread on the shelf, she picked it up and said to his back, "Is this what you're looking for?"

As soon as the words came out, Ayatsuji pedestrians turned their heads, and his jaw line and pursed lips occupied most of her field of vision due to the difference in height.

He stared at the ball of thread for a few seconds, and a breathy voice was slowly sent out, and the tense lip line showed a rise, "I was guessed."

It is not difficult to read the taste of joy from his words, not knowing where he hit the detective again, Shiori Hoshimiya took half a step back calmly, but because the shop is inherently narrow, and In order to make full use of the space, the store has narrowed the shelf spacing to the point where one person can hardly pass through.

And just as Hoshimiya Shiori handed out the red thread and he turned around, the two of them were at a close distance face to face.

Too... too close.

If he hadn't stepped back in advance, his noses would definitely touch each other, and his eyes could not help but look at each other.

"Forehead."

Because of the tension in her vocal cords, she inadvertently uttered a pale and weak syllable. In order to pursue the Edo style in the shop, the lamp hanging from the ceiling was covered with a layer of carved flowers. She held her breath, and her pupils faithfully reflected Aya Tsuji pedestrian's face.

The crowd outside is still with the loop.

At this moment, the two chose silence out of different thoughts, and they turned into a hazy but romantic painting in such a tacit understanding.

Moisturized by the soft and faint light, her amber pupils showed a clear texture, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

It's just that those eyes were always crying, and the tears blurred amber, making her look so embarrassed, and the unique beauty bloomed in the mess.

Under his meticulous observation, no trace of her emotion could be hidden.

A sharp needle pierced into the brain, and the dense pain made him suddenly realize——

The girl in front of her was terrified.

Hoshimiya Shiori was afraid of him.

Indescribable emotions permeated his heart. In fact, it was not indescribable, but he had never had or experienced this kind of emotion. In front of the huge blank, he just relied on his own memories, or was engraved into it. The instinct of the soul manipulates its own body.

Push away little by little until the distance is within a safe limit.

"Then this is for you." Hoshimiya Shiori lowered her head, as if she was looking at the red thread carefully, but Ayatsuji pedestrians knew very well that she was just avoiding his gaze.

In the open palm lies a neatly rolled red thread, and in the blank center there are two small gold-plated bells.

Feeling the lightness of the palm, it seems that the red line has been taken away, and the relaxed brain begins to think about the follow-up.

The simple talking tube is a handiwork that everyone has done since childhood, and Shiori Hoshimiya is no exception. Since they are all sound transmission, even if there is no paper cup, as long as it can achieve the function of transmitting signals, it will be fine.

"So the signal is transmitted through the wire?" She asked, her voice lost the tension before, as if she had recovered, Ayatsuji pedestrian nodded, and then twisted the end of the red wire, which is the one with one of the bells One end, and handed the other end to Xinggong Shiori.

"I have seen the map of the temple. It is more efficient for two people to separate, walk around the edge, and once you find a loophole, you can pass the signal through it." He explained in a slow tone.

Hoshimiya Shiori pinched the red thread and agreed with what he said.

"If I find a loophole, I'll shake the red thread." Xinggong Shizhi raised his head and said, and saw that he had already wrapped the red thread around his wrist, and the bright red thread made his skin whiter more and more. He also seemed to explain casually: "This is more convenient."

She retracted her gaze and secretly looked at the red thread in her hand.

"Then let's go." He said, leaving the shop first, the red thread hangs from his wrist, extending infinitely, and the final end is in his hand.

It was like putting the initiative in her hands. As long as she wanted to, it was enough to drop the red line and stand quietly watching him leave.Shocked by her own thoughts, Hoshimiya Shiori followed his footsteps, the bell curled up obediently in the palm of her hand.

This is how the relationship in ancient legends is like this. The red thread is Ayatsuji Xingren, and the other end is Hoshigiya Shiori.

Even if you don't want to admit it, it's true. The red thread is just the realization of the indelible connection between the two.

If the gods come down at this moment, they will be surprised or helpless when they see Xinggong Shiori at first sight. The moment a person is born, he has already established a connection with his parents. In short, it is the silk thread called blood that binds the child Entanglement, growing up all the way, the girl named Xinggong Shizhi has already been bound by dense silk threads.

And strand after strand of silk thread, all belong to love.

Hoshimiya Shiori walked to the edge of the temple with Ayatsuji pedestrians, she put her palm on the seemingly empty air, but a strange thing happened, her slowly extending palm was blocked by an invisible barrier In the middle of the air, if you feel it carefully, you can feel the slight ripple of the barrier due to your own touch, like the ripples on the surface of a lake.

Ayatsuji pedestrians turned and walked in the opposite direction until the red line between the two was straightened and taut.

The system popped up suddenly ["Actually, you don't have to do this, even if you really can't escape, you can still leave the game by restarting."] Shiori Hoshimiya, who was looking for loopholes carefully, asked, "But in this way, everyone Your memory will also be erased, right?"

【"Yes, it's the same as after you cleared the game."】The system's answer was understated. This time it was Shiori Xinggong's turn to be silent. She pretended not to hear, and tentatively rubbed the transparent barrier with her hands.

After a long time, she said, "I don't want to do this again."

【"what?"】

"It's enough to clear the memory once." Xinggong Shizhi's expression at this time was cold enough to bring out a chill.

It was the same before, without her permission, the system silently reported the situation to the company, but she still read the implicit content from what the system said.

The system stopped talking after that, as if falling into a deep sleep.

And not long after that, a melodious bell sounded from the distant sky, and at the same time, the ripples produced by the barrier under her hand also tended to intensify, and finally, her palm suddenly passed through the barrier.

It's a loophole——!

Hoshimiya Shiori swayed the red thread quickly, and the bell lying in her palm kept ringing.

The pedestrian Ayatsuji who received the signal at the first time also rushed towards her, and the surrounding scenery was quickly thrown behind him.

In just a few seconds, the hole began to shrink sharply again.

There are still a few steps, one step——!

Ayatsuji pedestrians raised their hands to wrap Hoshimiya Shiori in his arms, and the two of them fell out of the barrier while rubbing the gap that was about to disappear.

The place where the loophole appeared was by the relatively steep steps. Fortunately, he was protecting her so that she would not be injured.

Almost half of the body's center of gravity was shifted to him, and Shiori Xinggong seemed to hear the beating of his heart again, as if it still carried his body temperature.

His eyes fluttered wildly, after a while of running just now, the red thread had already become a mess, twisted and twisted around the two of them.

It took a while to untie the red thread. Compared to the anxious Hoshimiya Shiori, Ayatsuji pedestrians methodically removed the red thread from the two of them, and then rolled it into a ball again. Put it in the inner pocket.

The sky is still clear outside, at this time the mobile phone with a signal is beeping non-stop, stabbing people's head hurts, Hoshimiya Shiori sighed secretly, took out the phone and looked, sure enough, the missed calls and messages were all gone. It's from Luanpo.

Ah, take a closer look, and it's from Osamu Dazai.

["When will Miss come back?" from Osamu Dazai]

and Atsushi Nakajima's.

["Miss Xinggong, are you not at home?" from Atsushi Nakajima]

Suddenly remembering that she had an appointment for dinner with Atsushi Nakajima (although she didn't specify the time), she still sent a message first to avoid him waiting for her to go back.

["Sorry, I may not be back today." from Miss Xinggong]

Message sent successfully.

In the distant Yokohama, in the staff dormitory.

Atsushi Nakajima, who was sleeping, was awakened the moment the phone turned on, his pupils dilated, he sat up abruptly, panting heavily, and lowered his eyes to look at his palms.

Is clean, no scars and blood on the palm.

After a long time, he laughed slowly, a silent smile appeared on his face.

"Clap-clack-"

One tear after another slid down his cheeks.

The author has something to say:

Okay, both of them are holding the red line, rounding it up is he (righteous)

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