I was touched by Yokohama

Although the state was still bad and Slate was very verbose, Chacha finally calmed down a little because of this.

The current situation of Chacha is that she came from the main world to this parallel world with problems, and took on the problems of this world, and thus turned the possibility of blackening Chacha into reality, and it lasted for a full month before that.

And it rained for a month.

This way of power restlessness leaking out is already quite gentle.

After scratching a certain cat's scratching post, Chacha relaxed a lot and tried to control the rain as much as possible, but it didn't work too well.

At present, apart from using the habit-to-instinct cat-changing skill, Chacha, who is at the critical point, can no longer use any subtle operations, otherwise it is likely to induce an external disaster due to poor control.

"But if it rains again, this city will be soaked in water." The snow-haired girl sitting on the treetop looked forward.

Dawn has arrived, but because the rain has not stopped, the entire sky is gloomy, and even the sea, which should be as blue as a jewel, is also stained with gray colors.

Chacha looked at the sea level which had obviously risen a lot, and frowned slightly.

Slate: [It's okay, you try to explore, Yokohama is not as fragile as you think. ]

After all, rain is rain, it is not a sudden and unavoidable disaster, there are so many human beings with strong luck here, and enough time has been given, Shi Ban thinks that they cannot really be helpless, otherwise they cannot be the same as the "protagonist" exists.As the world consciousness of the stage, you don't need to force yourself like that.

This is what Slate wants her to know.

If it is her, then no matter whether she is salvation or disaster, there must be someone who wants to approach her and share the burden for her.

Then, do your best to make her happy.

Chacha didn't realize what Shi Ban had said, and she was concentrating on exploring the law of the change of rain.

Then she found that it was a bit difficult to control, and one might use too much force if one was not careful, but it seemed to be easier to control if the mood was relaxed.

Shi Ban suggests that Chacha do something happy, but Chacha refuses.

"It's not happy at all." The snow-haired girl stood in front of the shop's glass window, a delicate face with a cold complexion was clearly reflected on the glass as smooth as a mirror.

Coming here is also the result of the coaxing of the slate, the reason is that popular places in the city will be infected by the atmosphere.

She felt that Shi Ban came up with a bad idea, and it was unnecessary.

"Instead of using this method, let me try to slightly manipulate the power."

Slate: [...the city is very interesting, really. ]

Maybe there are other interesting things that can attract the girl's attention and relax a little.

Most importantly... there are things she has to be aware of.

Under the urging of the slate, Chacha reluctantly walked into the store, and glanced lightly at the shelves.

The dazzling array of things on other shelves did not attract her attention, but instead her eyes fell on a commodity shelf that was about to be empty.

There was only one umbrella left inside.

Because of the torrential rain this month, the umbrellas in the store sold out quickly, and batch after batch were sold.

Not far away, the salesperson and the customer complained about the rain indistinctly. Chacha looked calm and didn't seem to hear it.She reached out and took out the umbrella from the shelf. She always felt that this kind of transparent umbrella was a bit familiar, so she decided to buy this.

Shi Ban hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help asking: "Are you rich?" ]

Chacha seemed too lazy to answer this boring question in her opinion.Holding the umbrella, she calmly walked to the cash register, and in front of the slate and the salesperson, she took out a... wallet from her pocket.

It was inexplicably funny that such a daily thing was taken out by Chacha with a cold expression.

Slate: [...You really have it. ]

Chacha handed the card found in the wallet to the salesperson, then squinted her cat's eyes slightly, and after successfully swiping the card, she walked out of the store with the umbrella and wallet, opened the umbrella and walked into the rain, looking a little happy for a while .

"This is my pay card from the Port Mafia."

slate:[……]

Oh yes, almost forgot about this.

But do you still remember your salary card?

Of course Chacha remembered, after all, this was her own.Smile.

The raindrops hit the transparent umbrella surface, but it seemed smaller than before.Chacha put away the slight smile on her face, looked up at the sky thoughtfully.

There is a problem in this world, so it is easier to be affected by her.

Compared with the main world, the parallel world is very fragile, and a little carelessness may lead to disintegration. In the parallel world, even Chacha has to use his own strength to stand here, otherwise, with the tolerance of the parallel world, it is difficult to stand .

But if in the main world, the world was running as an advanced fully automatic robot, then here, the world is a puppet on a string, and she has to hold the string in her hand all the time.And this is not normal.

I'm afraid it's also for this reason that Chacha is easily influenced and blackened in this parallel world.

The question is, who held the puppet's string... in whose hand?

The snow-haired girl was thoughtful, a shattered light flashed in the dark golden eyes.

Slate: [Have you found the problem yet? ]

Chacha snorted lightly, which was the answer.

The people on the side of the road gradually became less and less, Chacha stopped and sat by the river, staring blankly in a daze.

"You're lying to me," Chacha said, "this place is not interesting at all."

Slate called Qu: [There is no one here, of course...wait. ]

It paused. [Probably interesting here. ]

Ok?

Chacha looked around, but there was no one.

She suddenly felt something, lowered her gaze, and saw a person floating in the river.

Is it suicide?

Hmm... that's not quite right.

Perhaps it could also be said to be calling for help.

Shi Ban didn't make another sound, Chacha held an umbrella and stared at the people in the river with her head tilted, her little face was expressionless, looking calm and indifferent.

As if thinking about something.