Natsume's Little Mister

Pale golden light shrouded the shadows, and the tip of the iceberg slowly protruded from the void.

In a trance, Natsume saw a vast, breathtaking long river rushing down from an ancient and distant place.

"Is this the long river of time?" Natsume whispered.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't answer either, he bulged his masseter muscles slightly, and exhausted his whole body's strength to touch a thread of the long river of time, tearing a pale golden gap between illusion and reality that only one person can pass through.

Deep in the gap was pitch black.

The two looked at each other, nodded, and walked in one after the other.

The gap closed slowly, and just before it closed, Osamu Dazai got in like a slippery loach.

After all three people went in, the gap was completely closed.

Only a golden line was left to illustrate the spectacle just now.

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In the gap of time, the figure of Chuya Zhongyuan slowly emerged, and he looked at the scene in front of him in a daze.

Natsume appeared next to him.

Different from the darkness seen from the outside, inside the Gap of Time is a silver-white corridor that is as smooth as a mirror and full of sci-fi feel, with a lead door at the end.

With their hands on the door, they couldn't touch the surface of the door. Like phantoms, they passed through the wall directly.

In front of us is a huge experimental base. Looking down from the fence, researchers in white isolation suits are busy.

And at the very center, a boy in a white robe was lying on the experimental table and fell asleep, connected with a number of circuits with unknown functions, and the familiar orange-red hair color made Natsume's heart palpitate.

Turning his head to look at Zhongye's expression, he found that he seemed to have thought of it a long time ago, and his face was calm.

There are obviously a lot of researchers and a lot of machines, but the whole space has a strange sense of oppression, everyone is sullen, without a smile.

Nakahara Nakaya and Natsume landed in front of the boy.

The child who was still sleeping a moment ago suddenly opened his eyes. It was a pair of black and red eyes that were scarier than black holes.

He stared at Zhongyuan Zhongye for a long time, and his eyes rolled to a corner.

A gray-haired researcher there was observing something under a microscope, frowning, talking to himself:

"What kind of organism is this cell?"

He looked up at the boy, and the wrinkles on his forehead became deeper.

"Is it really a human? It's not like it."

The boy looked at another place, where the researcher was drawing blood from a weeping little girl, and the bright red blood flowed down the tube into the test tube.

"Okay, Miko is very good, I will reward you to watch Superman for half an hour later."

"More and more experimental subjects are dying. Is it really impossible to artificially integrate supernatural powers into the human body?" The researcher sighed, but when he noticed the boy's direction from the corner of his eyes, his pupils constricted, and a flash of fear flashed in his eyes.

"Sure enough, it's not human."

The boy sat up from the experimental table, and the people around him didn't seem to see it. He tore off the data cable on his body and stood on the ground with bare feet.

Slowly walked to a bookcase in the corner, pointed to "Experiment 0" and signaled to Zhong Yuanzhong.

Zhong Yuan also pursed his lips, squatted down, took off his gloves and gently pressed his hands on the boy's orange hair.

The little boy's eyes were indifferent, he stared at him for a long time, he hugged Chuya's hand and rubbed it obediently, and slowly closed his eyes.

The next moment, his figure spilled into several spots of light, and the entire space was turned into nothingness. Only the printed document with "Experiment 0" on the bookcase fell into Zhongye's hands.

The surroundings were dim, and the pale golden river of time flowed slowly beside them. Not far away, the figure of Osamu Dazai appeared. sinking process.

Zhong Yuanzhong also held the document and flipped through it, showing no emotion on his face.

Natsume went to the bank to fish out a certain bandage spirit that was always bubbling in the river. The golden river didn't wet his sleeves, and it turned into mercury-like golden beads and returned to the river.

"Dazai, why did you follow in?" Natsume asked suspiciously.

It was rare for Osamu Dazai not to trouble Chuya Nakahara, so he replied, "I just wonder why the slug would appoint you."

Why don't you look for him?Osamu Dazai cursed in his heart.

He rolled his eyes, and suddenly asked Natsume: "Is this really the commission of the slug?"

Natsume was stunned for a moment, and asked back, "Is it obvious?"

A flash of understanding flashed across Dazai Osamu's face, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, and he said with a smile: "It's impossible for the slug to come to the Buteisha to entrust it. You asked him to come here, right? What kind of deal did you reach?"

Natsume raised an eyebrow, but didn't answer.

Osamu Dazai observed his expression, shook his head and said, "No, it's not you and the slug, let me guess, it's Mori Ogai, the slug only listens to him."

"I can't hide it from you."

"You are just looking for an excuse to get out of the Butei Club." Osamu Dazai smiled helplessly, and said, "The Butei Club is much stronger than you imagined, you don't have to be like this."

Natsume shook his head, looking at the thin negative energy slowly emerging around him: "No matter how strong everyone is, it is difficult to take action against things of different systems. Just like this, Dazai, can you eliminate them?"

More and more negative energy seeped out from the surrounding darkness, forming a strangely shaped mantra that surrounded the three of them.

The curse spirits born here are covered with a faint law of time, repeating the wonders of birth, strength, and collapse in front of them.

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