I was touched by Yokohama

"boom--"

With a crisp cracking sound, the red wine bottle, which was still discussing asking humans to open it before, shattered completely in front of the slate and Chacha.

The shards of glass refracted the twilight of the night and splashed with sharp edges. Chacha stood still, and the shards of glass that were about to cut her skin suddenly froze in the air, unable to hurt the girl at all.

In the next second, they all fell from mid-air, and the ground was crystal clear.

slate:【! ! ! 】

The snow-haired girl lowered her eyes and looked at the shards of wine bottles on the ground with an unclear expression.

There was a loud noise not far away, the earth shook and the mountains shook, and a dragon's tail protruded from the mist above, and then flicked it again.

Obviously, this is the culprit that caused the bottle to shatter.

Slate cautiously: [Well, are you okay? 】

"..."

Chacha slowly raised her eyes, the dark golden pupils were as calm as frozen ice, and beneath the ice was a silently burning flame.

"I'm fine."

Chacha said softly, the drunkenness was no longer on her face, she stood where she was, and fixed her eyes on the giant dragon in the distance.

Shi Ban: 【You, you don't look very good at all... Are you angry? 】

"Angry? I'm not angry." Chacha looked at the stone board with some doubts, "Do I seem to be angry because of a bottle of wine?"

Chacha is really not angry, and even the so-called drunkenness is just Zhongyuan Zhongye waiting for the judgment of outsiders. Chacha has never said that she is drunk.

She just felt a little bored, and a little restlessness began to rise in her heart.

This kind of subtle emotion climbed to the apex after the wine bottle was shattered by the huge movement made by the dragon, looking at the empty palm.

Chacha is trying her best to suppress this emotion.

Such weird emotions have always existed, but they have become more obvious recently, so obvious that I feel a little uncontrollable.

She knew that this feeling came from the fact that she had been suppressing the black mud since she came to this parallel world.

Why this parallel world produces such things, Chacha has also thought about it.

In fact, there are dangerous things that are difficult for human beings to parry in every world, but some accidents may have occurred in this world, resulting in more black mud that gathers malicious desires.

This may also be the reason why Slate judges that this parallel world is easier to destroy.

Very irritable, I want to get rid of this feeling, but it is impossible to let go of the suppression...

Just as Chacha was thinking this way, Shi Ban suddenly spoke.

[You can give it a try and let go of the suppression of the black mud. 】

"If you let go, this world will be ruined." Chacha glanced at the slate, as if puzzled why it suddenly said such words.

Shi Ban sighed softly: [But it has been like this, it is also a big burden for you. 】

"It's okay at the moment." Chacha said, "Human beings can't cope with it."

[But if you go on like this, you will be completely affected, and that is not an ordinary thing. 】

[If you are too deeply affected, the world will still be broken. 】

[You can try to let them solve it. 】

"..."

Chacha was silent for a while.

It really shouldn't be like this anymore.

Maybe this time she followed Nakahara Chuya into the mist of Shibusawa Ryuhiko, which is an opportunity for change?

Although the influence of this fog will be brought to reality in the end, it is another dimension. At least at this time, the influence on reality is not that great.

Chacha finally decided to give it a try.

She looked up and looked at the dragon.

The dragon with a huge and shocking body, obviously without its own consciousness, suddenly couldn't help shivering.

……

Between Tatsuhiko, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's collection room.

Wearing a white suit, Osamu Dazai looked extraordinarily gentlemanly. He was standing in the middle of the hall with countless supernatural power crystals. The blood-colored red crystals were neatly placed on gorgeous shelves one by one, erecting almost dazzling tall barriers.

Osamu Dazai's eyes swept over these more and more supernatural power crystals without any trace, while showing an undisguised expression of boredom, dealing with the sick and weak Russian who was also dressed in white beside him.

This benign and harmless-looking Russian is a rat with too many eyes, and Osamu Dazai has never liked this kind of person.

Even he has a lot of heart.

Talking to smart people is a roundabout and tiresome thing, and the information you get may be true or false. After a few words, Fyodor stopped talking.

Because Shibusawa Tatsuhiko walked in from the outside.

Seeing that a good show was about to be staged, Osamu Dazai, who had no plans to spare, was waiting for Shibusawa Ryuhiko's knife to stab him in the back, but suddenly there was a violent earthquake outside.

It was so violent that it seemed that in the next second, even Long Yanjian, who was supposed to be as immobile as a mountain, would collapse along with it.

"What's going on outside?" Fyodor narrowed his eyes, coughed twice, and asked in a soft tone while looking outside.

Shibusawa Ryuhiko, who had been grim since he came back from a trip, didn't speak immediately after hearing the words, but seemed to think of something, he pursed his thin lips without saying a word, and strode outside directly.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, and a bad intuition suddenly surged in his heart.

He followed suit.

At this moment, the three men in uniform white clothes fell silent together.

They saw the same shocking scene.

The dragon in mid-air writhed in pain, its huge tail cracked the ground, and around it, there were countless thick black things covering it, even climbing and spreading on its huge body.

The strange dark patterns are painted on it, just like a wanton artist.

Anyone who saw this scene would not think that black mud is a good thing.

"What's that?" After a while, Osamu Dazai frowned and asked, his face became serious.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's attack on Yokohama was within his expectations, and he even started to arrange it a long time ago, but this weird black mud...whether it suddenly appeared here or its weirdness, it is far beyond Osamu Dazai expected.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, who had been keeping a cold face, suddenly said: "It's her, yes, it must be her."

"This actually appeared in advance. I was still wondering if I needed a special ability crystal..."

Having said that, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko paused slightly, and took another look at Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai didn't seem to sense the meaning of his eyes, and he seemed to be ignorant of the fact that his supernatural power crystals were being coveted, and he was still waiting for him to continue talking.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko raised the corners of his mouth high, and actually laughed wantonly: "Here, there is absolutely nothing beyond my control. If there is, it must be her."

"As expected of her." Speaking of this, Shibusawa Ryuhiko seemed to have thought of something again, his complexion began to turn pale again, and he touched the end of his hair that was braided into a small braid faintly with a bit of gritted teeth.

"Her?" Osamu Dazai's premonition grew stronger.

He still maintained that indifferent look, probing with a smile: "Who is that young lady?"

"She is quite willful." Shibusawa Tatsuhiko replied without hesitation.

But he didn't directly say who that person was.

Fyodor also seemed to think of someone, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked forward with his purple eyes, staring at the writhing dragon trying to get rid of the black mud, thoughtfully.

Doing such a thing suddenly, or under such circumstances, in Fyodor's opinion, would not be the result of a momentary willfulness.

"I think it's like a question given to us by a certain young lady."

"Question?" This was an angle that Shibusawa Tatsuhiko hadn't thought about. He looked at Fyodor with a look of interest to listen in detail, "You mean, she wants us to solve this black mud?"

Osamu Dazai stared at the dragon in the distance for a long time, and raised the corners of his mouth: "Maybe the young lady who made this matter wanted to see if we have the strength to solve it."

"What are you going to do?"

……

"Can they really fix this?"

Chacha raised her head hesitantly, looking at the dragon who was already afraid of her and kept away.

This dragon is not a real creature, but a collection of many superpowers, possessing incredible energy.

【Do not worry. 】Slate said, 【In the eyes of human beings, isn't this also something that manpower cannot solve?But in the end it was solved by a group of humans. 】

[And this is something that was created by humans. 】

On the stage in Yokohama, there were not too few things like this that could not have been resolved in the end.

Chacha knew that what Shi Ban said was right, and this time was indeed an opportunity.

Let her see if she can truly trust humans to solve problems.

The snow-colored, long-haired girl pursed her lips and sighed softly.

If even half of it can't be solved... then she can only continue to suppress it.

Slate: [You can take a nap first, lest you can't help but make a shot in the middle, and fail to stimulate the true potential of human beings. 】

[And without the black mud, maybe you can have a good dream. 】

"The world doesn't dream." Chacha said a little funny, but also felt that Shi Ban's proposal might be right.

"It's really a big problem, just wake me up." Chacha said.

Then she slowly closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Between Longyan, Shibusawa Ryuhiko, who was examining the tainted dragon, suddenly seemed to have sensed something, and his red eyes suddenly raised.

"Sure enough, she is there."

Almost as soon as the words fell, Osamu Dazai and Fyodor looked at Tatsuhiko Shibusawa who was muttering to himself.

"Are you talking about Miss?" Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes.

"That 'she' refers to Miss Chacha?" At the same time, Fyodor also asked with a smile.

Shibusawa Ryuhiko slowly frowned, his eyes swept over the two people in front of him.

Osamu Dazai knew that Chacha was normal, and Fyodor knew that Chacha was right. After all, Chacha made a lot of noise in Yokohama at the beginning.

But——when talking about "her", with such a vague pointing, the two men in front of him immediately thought of the girl named Chacha, Shibusawa Ryuhiko still instinctively sensed something was wrong.

"You... When did you know her so well?"

……

After Chuya Nakahara left from Ango Sakaguchi, he stared at the dragon in the distance and grinned high.

"Tsk, after finding that drunk guy...the dragon must be dealt with!"

The tone is arrogant, but this is the strength and character of Chuya Zhongyuan.

Suddenly, Zhong Yuanzhong narrowed his cobalt blue eyes slightly.

He noticed something was wrong.

That dragon... seems to have many black patterns on it?what is that?

Looking at the black, Central Plains also felt an extreme sense of repulsion. He didn't know that it was black mud that even gods could pollute, but his intuition had already given him a warning.

That is an existence that is difficult for him to solve only by relying on his strength when he is awake. Even if he turns dirty and uses the greatest strength, it is difficult to really deal with it.

But the reason why human beings are human is because superficial strength does not represent everything.

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyebrows, and looked at the complete building in the distance, "between Longyan".

"It seems that we have to find that mackerel first."

It would be strange if the suicidal bastard knew nothing about such a huge situation.

……

"That's why it happened." The black-haired, kite-eyed young man curled his lips, "It would be too funny if the dark little man failed to bring the young lady back."

Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered, knowing that there is no point in breaking up with this mackerel.

He glanced at the two people next to Osamu Dazai, Shibusawa Ryuhiko and Fyodor, both of whom had made trouble in Yokohama.

Noticing Nakahara Chuya's gaze, Shibusawa Ryuhiko's attitude was still arrogant, and he didn't mean to respond at all, just staring straight at the direction of a certain girl in the distance.

Shibusawa Ryuhiko's supernatural power will make all supernatural power users separate from the supernatural power and kill each other in this fog. It is a very powerful killer.

The stronger a person's ability is, the more dangerous he is in Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's ability.

However, Chuya Nakahara, the well-known "gravity envoy" of the port mafia, was screened into this space by the fog, but he was not separated from his own supernatural ability. This is something worth pondering.

If there was no such accident as Chacha, Shibusawa Ryuhiko might be very interested in Nakahara Chuya, a person who was not affected by his supernatural ability.

Fyodor smiled at Zhong Yuan Zhongya quite friendly, with a very friendly and gentle attitude.

"Mr. Zhongyuan, please."

There is no way, the superpowers of the people present are not output-type, and the frontal battle still has to be Zhongyuan Zhongye.

Osamu Dazai chuckled lightly, his eyes dim: "Mr. Fyodor, I'm afraid you don't need to say this."

Fyodor's attitude towards Zhongyuanzhong is also very good, but thinking about what deeds these people have done, it is impossible for Zhongyuanzhong to have a good face, not to mention that there are some indirect grievances related to the old days. There are more important things to solve at present.

"You don't need to say, this is what I want to do."

She was there, and the dragon that had destroyed Yokohama was something Ben had to deal with.

Zhongyuan Zhong also coldly dismissed the relationship, pressed the brim of his black top hat, and strode away without looking back.

……

Chacha in the mist moved slightly, and the almost transparent thin eye feathers trembled in the morning light.

The voice in the ear gradually became clearer as the consciousness became clearer.

She heard rumbling noises, and the grumpy words of a familiar voice.

"You mackerel, let me go, don't touch her!"

"Oh? Is the little dwarf still strong after beating the dragon?"

The red-haired youth gritted his teeth: "Even so, let me loose your dirty hand!"

"Eh? It's clear that even the dwarf wants to hug Miss, right? I won't give up my lovely lady to you."

"Damn mackerel—"

Hmm...it's getting lively.

Unlike the troublesome heart sounds that have been ringing in my mind, although these sounds are a bit noisy in my ears, they are unexpectedly not annoying.

And it seems that I had a good dream.

Does the world also have dreams?

Chacha slowly opened her eyes, and there were two people in her eyes, one with blue eyes and black hair, and one with black hair and kite eyes. Although the vision was still a little blurry, it was already a fairly obvious sign.

"Mr. Chuya... Mr. Dazai?"

Chacha rubbed her eyes, sat up, her little face was still a little confused.

They appeared in front of my eyes and woke me up, that is to say, that black mud has...

Already... resolved?

"Hey, Miss is awake," Osamu Dazai's hand was still on Chacha's back, and it was only at this moment that Chacha realized that she was being hugged in Osamu Dazai's arms.

And Nakahara also saw the snow-haired girl waking up, who was talking to Dazai Osamu with a fierce expression, and suddenly softened.

It's just that he probably had just experienced a fierce battle, and his body was full of blood and smoke. Even if he tried to calm down, he was still full of sharpness and danger that had not dissipated.

Chacha didn't feel repelled by this, or alienated for the first time.

Her eyes fell on the cheek of the red-haired young man, where there was dust and bleeding scars.

This is already the case on the face, let alone the body.

You don't need to look at the rubble and ruins around to know that the battle that Zhongye experienced in the Central Plains must have been a difficult and fierce battle.

Chacha blinked, watching Zhongyuan Zhongye raise his lips as if nothing had happened, and smiled at her, something seemed to flash in his dark golden pupils.

"Hey, I seem to be in a bad state right now, don't look..." Zhongyuan Zhong was also about to rub Chacha's head and take the matter lightly, when Chacha suddenly stretched out his fingertips towards him.

He only felt a slight chill on his cheek.

Immediately afterwards, as the pale golden light bloomed on the girl's fingertips, a warm feeling enveloped him almost instantly.

Zhong Yuanzhong could not help but slowly widen his eyes.

When Chacha moved his fingertips away and looked at Osamu Dazai, Nakahara was still immersed in the fact that Chacha actually had the ability to heal.

Is it a different ability?But when he was on the roof of the port mafia, it was clearly not treatment... Zhong Yuanzhong also fell into confusion.

Chacha is looking at Osamu Dazai.

The black-haired, kite-eyed young man had already changed out of his white suit before, and now he was wearing a familiar sand-colored windbreaker. He was looking at Chacha with a smile.

He sat casually with his legs bent among the rubble, the windbreaker on his body was also stained with a lot of dust and blood, his curly hair was a little messy, and there seemed to be a gentle morning light in his kite-colored eyes.

"Miss, do you want to treat me too?" Osamu Dazai tilted his head slightly and raised his eyebrows at Chacha, "But I probably don't need it, I don't have any injuries on my body."

Before he finished speaking, Chacha's fingers touched a bloodstain that was not yet dry near his ear.

Dazai shuddered slightly, lowering his eyes.

"Miss, it's just a little scratch."

Chacha: "But it still hurts."

She remembered Osamu Dazai said that he was very afraid of pain.

And Chacha also smelled a faint smell of blood on his body.

Still hurt.

Osamu Dazai closed his eyes slightly, feeling the warm feeling that enveloped all his senses.

Like being in the bright and gentle sunshine.

In this world, only Chacha can ignore the barrier of "ultimate anti-heteromorphic ability" on him, and pull him back to the human world, so that he can be easily cured by the ability like anyone else.

Osamu Dazai was also healed in front of him, and "Disqualification in the World" had no effect on her, Nakahara finally came back to his senses, and looked at Chacha with incredulous eyes.

"you……"

He paused, but after all, he did not continue.

He knew that Chacha possessed so many abilities, and the confusing Chacha, once it was known to others that Chacha had more than one supernatural ability and could ignore "disqualification in the world", how many people would be coveted by others was completely predictable.

Chacha didn't pay attention to Chuya Nakahara's mental activities. She looked not far away. Those were... the people from the Armed Detective Agency. Except for the support staff without special abilities, almost all the staff were there.

"Miss, are you alright?" Atsushi Nakajima, who was barely getting up from the pile of rubble, smiled at Chacha, the tiger claws had not faded away,

His supernatural ability also has a powerful self-healing effect, and the wounds on his body have begun to heal.

"I'm fine. You were the one who was hurt."

Chacha shook her head and walked towards him.

"It's great that Miss is fine." Nakajima Atsushi breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "I'm fine, the wound is almost healed, you see."

Indeed, there were only a few traces of the wound on his body, and it was estimated that he would be completely healed in a while.

Chacha stretched out her hand and pinched the tiger's paw that hadn't transformed back, then tilted her head curiously to look at it, and lightly squeezed the pad of the tiger's paw.

Atsushi Nakajima: "!!!"

The young man's face was blushing, and he stammered a little: "Tea, Miss Chacha..."

Chacha let go of her hand and said softly, "I'm sorry, but I really want to touch you when you become a big cat."

"Big, big cat?" Atsushi Nakajima was taken aback, it was the first time he heard someone describe his "beast under the moon" like that.

There was a smile in the boy's eyes.

"If Miss Chacha wants to see it, I can go back and show it to you..."

As for turning into a big white tiger in public for Miss Chacha to touch casually, even if you imagine it, it's still too shameful...

Chacha didn't know that Atsushi Nakajima had already thought about the step where Chacha would touch Mao Mao casually, although she really thought so.Hearing Atsushi Nakajima's blushing promise, Chacha frowned slightly and agreed with some joy.

Although Atsushi Nakajima's healing ability is excellent, Chacha still sped up the healing process when pinching the paw pads, and Kunikida Doppo, Yosano Akiko, Izumi Kyoka and others were also covered in sweat, dust and blood, obviously with He has fought dragons with his own abilities.

Chacha also helped with the treatment.

Her gaze swept over the two people not far away.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko and Fyodor.

There is still a certain distance between the two people. Although they are allies in the Yokohama campaign this time, they obviously don't trust each other.

There are people from the Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia here. Shibusawa Tatsuhiko and Fyodor didn't get closer, otherwise they would be arrested in minutes.

Seeing Chacha looking over, Fyodor curled the corner of his mouth towards her, showing a meaningful and gentle smile.

As for Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, he still looked the same, with arrogance in his red eyes, just looking at Chacha as if he was waiting for something.Chacha's eyes flicked over the slightly twisted braid on the tip of his hair.

Chacha didn't go over.

Shi Ban: [They actually agreed to join forces with the Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia... That's why it only took half a night to solve the dragon and the black mud. Fortunately, the black mud was suppressed by you for a long time, Even if the suppression has just been lifted, it is much gentler. 】

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko used the abilities of these people to go through a bold and dangerous attempt, and quickly reshaped a singularity, similar to that dragon, offsetting the singularity of many previous aggregations of abilities, plus regaining his own abilities Everyone who recovered their combat power contributed their combat power, and Chuya Nakahara, who opened the filth, and Ryuhiko Shibusawa, the master of Ryuhiko, controlled the field, and barely ended this grand battle at dawn.

[It's a pity that you didn't witness it with your own eyes. 】Slate Road.

Chacha thought for a while: "It's okay, I had a good dream and slept a good night, and I'm fine."

Slate: [Yes, it is best to solve this matter anyway.You should be able to trust humans a little more? 】

Chacha looked at the people around: "They are indeed better than I thought."

the other side.

"Little boy, you can't tell about this matter. It would be bad if those people quarreled with the lady." Osamu Dazai kept smiling, "Including Mr. Mori."

"After all, it's impossible for them to take advantage of the lady. The lady is different from anyone else, but their actions may make the lady run away as silently as when she came."

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, as if he was a little confused.After all, for those who swear allegiance to Mori Ogai, this is a kind of concealment.

But as Osamu Dazai said, once he speaks out, various problems that he does not want to see may indeed occur.

So, it should be...it doesn't matter.

Nakahara also glanced at Chacha not far away, whose back was facing them, who seemed to be thinking about something, sighed, made a decision, and said to Osamu Dazai: "Okay, I see."

-

After this incident was over, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko didn't do anything more, and seemed to have disappeared, and Fyodor seemed to have evaporated in Yokohama.

But everyone knows that they will come to Yokohama one day.

Shiban did know where Shibusawa Ryuhiko went: [It should be that the black mud once existed in a large area in his mist, and the stimulation of Atsushi Nakajima had some influence on him, after all, he is no longer human. 】

As for whether Shibusawa Ryuhiko can continue to exist after this impact, it depends on luck.

In fact, no matter according to the laws of nature or according to the original trajectory, he should not have existed in the first place.

But Chacha is happy to see everyone break free from their established destiny.

Without half of the black mud, Chacha has become much more relaxed, and the remaining half can be suppressed with ease.

Although I still have to find a way to solve it, after all, this thing can't be pressed all the time, but it still takes a lot of time.

It's just that what Chacha didn't expect was that after that day, Chacha thought that everyone would find an opportunity to ask or insinuate about the situation, but they didn't even ask what was going on.

It is said that it is because Edogawa Ranpo said that it is best not to ask.

Otherwise, the cat who was finally willing to rest at the detective agency would run away immediately.

The cat, of course, refers to Chacha.

"We have saved the world." Edogawa Ranpo said while chewing potato chips, and distributed the limited snacks that had been specially locked in the safe to Chacha.

It was also because he locked the snacks in the safe in advance, so all kinds of things that happened in the fog caused the Armed Detective Agency to be smashed into a mess after returning to reality, but the snacks were not affected in the slightest.

"That's why the famous detective is the best!" Edogawa Ranpo said triumphantly, but he didn't mention "saving the world" any more.

Chacha was moved by Edogawa Ranpo's sensitivity. She also recuperated in the Armed Detective Agency for half a month, during which time she became more and more familiar with the members of the Detective Agency.

Of course, Chacha also touched Atsushi Nakajima who turned into a tiger as she wished.

"Small, miss, please touch."

"I'm welcome."

After the snow-haired girl finished speaking politely, she curiously touched the tiger's soft, fluffy white ears.

Atsushi Nakajima: QAQ

It's really strange to be touched and then make a sound, so hold back, no matter how comfortable it is!

The influence of the black mud disappeared by more than half, and Chacha spent a relatively relaxed period of time in this parallel world, eating and drinking in the Armed Detective Agency almost every day, and occasionally being fed by the Central Plains of the port mafia.

It's the opposite of the situation in the main world.

The remaining half of the black mud does not know when it will have a chance to be completely resolved. On a certain day, Chachamao made a decision while basking in the warm sun.

The cat shook the tip of its tail lightly, jumped off the window sill lightly, and turned into a petite girl with snow-colored curly long hair.

Her eyes were bright and brilliant gold in the afternoon sun.

Chacha decided to go back.

Back to the main world.

Slate asked: [Do you want to say goodbye? 】

Chacha hesitated for a while, but finally decided not to say goodbye in person: "Let me leave a letter."

Saying goodbye face to face, the atmosphere was too heavy, Chacha didn't want to face such a formal farewell.

She may come back or she may not come back, and it would be a bit strange if this kind of promise is not given when saying goodbye in person.

In the early morning of the next day, Atsushi Nakajima walked into the detective agency, thinking that he would see the snow-haired girl sitting on the sofa as before, sipping tea and listening to what Mr. Dazai or Mr. Ranpo said seriously, but he could only watch to the empty seat.

The atmosphere is also very different from usual, a little dull.

At this moment, Atsushi Nakajima suddenly realized something, his eyes wandered eagerly, but he still couldn't find the figure he wanted to see.

The black-haired detective at the desk raised his emerald eyes, and at this moment, all expressions were put away on his face.

"She's gone." Edogawa Ranpo said.

Like a free cat, no one can keep her.

……

When crossing the barrier of the parallel world, Slate, who has always liked all kinds of chatter, fell into a kind of silence rarely.

Chacha was a little puzzled: "What's wrong with you?"

Slate: [After you return to the main world, will you go to other worlds again? 】

"You mean this parallel world?" Chacha thought for a while, "Should come back."

After all, I already have someone I know, so it doesn't seem too good to just leave and never come back.

Anyway, for Chacha, traveling the world is not difficult.

Shi Ban: [No... Actually, I want to ask, do you consider going to my world for a walk? 】

Slate world?Chacha was a little surprised, as if she understood something.

"So you came to me in the first place because you wanted Amway to give me your world?"

Slate: [cough cough cough cough. 】

Chacha didn't care about it: "That's fine, I'll talk about it someday when I want to visit other worlds."

This is hardly a promise, but Slate is quite satisfied.

[Our world is very good, and there are many humans that you should not hate. 】

"I rarely hate humans." Chacha said this, but she could also understand the meaning of the stone.

The "not dislike" it said should be close to "like".

Maybe it's the same nature as Mr. Dazai, Mr. Chuya, Mr. Ranpo...etc.

This made Chacha a little bit interested.

"What kind of human beings are you talking about?"

Shi Ban: [You will know it when you see it, and you will not be wrong. 】

Chacha blinked.

Well, but I don't know when she will wait until I see it.

At the moment when she was about to pass through another world barrier, Chacha suddenly noticed something, and suddenly looked in a certain direction in the void.

This feeling is...

Something was wrong outside the barrier, some strong pull was trying to pull her in another direction.

Chacha looked at that world, feeling familiar, it was a certain world she had been to.

The snow-haired girl slowly frowned, her eyes narrowed slightly.

"...Bryn?"