The world is restarting

Sawada Ya knew he was dreaming.

She was walking in a gloomy forest, the sky was gray, as if it would collapse at any moment.

The surrounding trees had long since died, leaving only the remains of their branches stretching hopelessly towards the sky.

There are patches of mushrooms growing under her feet, dusty, like unremarkable stones by the river.

Looking around, there is no bright color in the field of vision, as if a normal painting has been washed out of color, and the carefully drawn details are wiped away, leaving only the rough and monotonous black and white line draft at the beginning.

Even the lines that should be discarded in the line draft have not been wiped clean, so the whole space has a strange and blunt appearance.

The surroundings were dead silent, filled with a gloomy and sad atmosphere, without any trace of life... Or it is strange that there is life in such a place.

As the only living creature in the space, Sawada Ya walked along the winding path in the forest, and the more he walked, the more strangely familiar he felt.

With such doubts, she suddenly heard a crisp "click" from behind, like the sound of a huge creature stepping on a dead branch.

She froze for a moment and turned around.

Under the dark sky, a monster stood behind her.

The feet made of cylinders and spheres randomly stepped on the ground, and the lower body was like a huge spider, covered in a worn-out skirt that was so dusty that the original color could not be seen. His body was wrapped in patched rags, and gray-brown tree branches grew out of his back.It's like smashing various elements of different categories, putting them together indiscriminately, and forcibly fabricating the outline of a "person", but without paying attention to any logic, like a work of insanity.

At first glance, it will give people the illusion that the spirit is polluted, a downright monster.

Under the blank gaze of little Lolita, the huge monster slowly raised its feet.

Sawada Ya: "Alice?"

"!"

The monster that was about to turn around and run away was stunned.

The huge body flinched back, and the immature voice of a little girl came out from the monster's terrifying body.

"...Mi, can you recognize me?"

Sawada nodded.

She walked over and looked up, but she really didn't know where her head was, so she stopped being obsessed with the politeness of "looking into other people's eyes when speaking". A place where rags are put together.

"How did you become like this?" she asked confused.

Alice lowered her head, her long neck hung down like a long soft snake, only then did Sawada Ya see the round lens-like things in the middle of her head, which seemed to be eyes.

She looked at her for a while, the "camera" blinked, "...that's great, Mi still remembers me."

Sawada Ya wasn't sure if she smiled or not.

"Is this Alice's enchantment?" She finally recognized it, and the path she was walking on was the path leading to the tea party venue in the middle of the forest.

Alice nodded, "Yes."

"How did it become like this?" Sawada Ya stretched out his hand and touched the tip of Alice's long hair hanging in front of her.It was supposed to grow on the back of the head, but now it sticks out from under the eyes completely upside down, at first glance it looks like Alice has grown a beard.

"What's the matter with Alice?" she asked a little worriedly.

Alice: "No... this is, the memory of the past."

Ya Sawada walked with Alice in the dead forest, turned a corner ahead, and suddenly realized that it was the place where the tea party was held before.

Not to mention that there are no refreshments on the long tea table, even the table itself has degenerated into a few rough lines, as if someone was lazy and painted it on.

There are no flowers, no grass, no signs of living things, and everything here seems to speak of a kind of crazy despair that has reached its end.

"I'm here waiting for my big brother to come back. I've been waiting for a long, long time..."

Sawada Ya walked to the tea table and picked up a book on it.

In a world where everything is as crude as a stick figure, only this book maintains a luxurious sense of authenticity.I don't know how long it has been here, and the traces of time have been recorded by the yellowed pages.

As she opened the book of fairy tales, she listened to Alice continue to recall.

"I don't know how long it has passed. Suddenly one day, I found that my 'existence' is gradually weakening. If this continues, I will disappear from this world."

"But I still want to wait for my big brother to come back, so I started to absorb things in this world as energy."

Girls are made of sugar, spices, and something nice.

But after all these beautiful things were swept away, the big brother still didn't come.

Ya Zetian slowly turned over the flimsy paper, which was covered with beautiful cursive English, and she saw the picture of the Little Mermaid melting into foam on the beach again.

"I want to stay here, no matter what, I want to wait until the big brother comes back."

So the composition of this world became less and less, and she herself became a monster in the process of devouring everything day after day.

Sawada Ya slowly turned the pages of the book back, and found a blue bookmark after dozens of pages. On the bookmark was a little girl in a blue dress.

"Is this Alice?" she pointed to those around her.

Alice's big head came closer, "Yeah."

She tilted her head, "How did Mi recognize it?"

"Eh?"

"The way I look now, people run away in fear when they see me, thinking I'm a monster."

Those unreasonable scolding and attacks, she encountered countless times after she became like this, she silently endured them, wandering in this world like a ghost for thousands of years, and finally waited for the time when she said she would come back her people.

"But Big Brother didn't recognize him at first."

In the end, he only remembered this book of fairy tales that she had carefully preserved for thousands of years.

But it doesn't matter, just like this, Alice is already content.

Satisfied, she gave up on being resurrected again, and watched him and his companions leave the world she was in.

"But why did Mi-chan recognize it?" the little girl who was lost in memory asked softly.

"?" Sawada Ya, who was asked this question, looked back at her in confusion, "Why can't I recognize it, isn't it the same?"

Alice: "..."

No, even she didn't feel like she was the same as in the beginning.

However, Little Lolita's tone was very natural, as if she didn't feel that she had said anything important, she continued to lower her head and focus on the book in front of her.

The fairy tale book was held in her hands for a while, but it didn't automatically convert into Japanese like the books outside.

Sawada Ya: "Alice, I don't understand this."

"Ok?"

Alice regained her senses and leaned over.

"Can Alice read to me?" The silver-haired little girl blinked her eyes and looked up at her expectantly.

Alice was startled, "...that's fine."

So Sawada Ya flipped to the bookmark, "Did you see this before?"

"Correct."

"Then let's move on."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and looked at the tea table with a little confusion. The chair with only a few lines left didn't look like it could sit on.

Little Loli looked back, and finally found an open space under a dead tree to sit down.

Then he patted the place next to him, "Come here, Alice."

A huge monster-like Heroic Spirit sat down next to her, her long head hung down to the edge of her open book.

The silver-haired little loli leaned on her indifferently, and found a comfortable position on her own, holding the book instead of Alice, who had no hands, and listened to her translating the English words in the book into words that she could understand. Read the language he understands.

The petite child is leaning against the huge monster and the forest that has long since withered. It should be a very scary scene from a distance, but because of the immature voice of the child reciting fairy tales in the dead air, it seems inexplicably more. A bit of a warm taste.

"I began to read. The name of the story is The Wild Swan. Far, far away lived a king who had eleven sons and a daughter named Eliza..."

Unknowingly, following the childish voice of the little girl, the fluffy green grass tentatively emerged from the dark brown soil, and the young green shoots stood on the branches and began to look down.

"There were eleven white swan feathers on the seaweed that trickled down the waves. She picked them up and tied them in a bundle. They still had drops of water on them—whether they were dewdrops or tears, no one could tell. … ..."

Colorful tablecloths are spread along the long table with long tassels hanging down, and delicate refreshments are blooming on the table like spring flowers.

"The idea was always vivid in her heart, and it made her fervently pray to God for help..."

The dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, a gust of wind blew into the forest, the trees woke up from their deep sleep, rubbed their eyes and greeted each other with "rustle".

"'Now I can speak!' she said. 'I am innocent!'"

"She awoke with a sense of peace and happiness in her heart.... All the church bells rang of their own accord, and the birds flew in flocks. The procession of newlyweds returning to the palace was indeed No kingdom has ever seen it."

"what?"

At the end of the story, the strong and brave Alisa broke her brother's curse and shed her grievances to reunite with her brother. Sawada Ya blinked and said, "It's a happy story."

"Yes." Alice's voice sounded from the side.

She turned her head and saw Alice, who looked like a little girl with long silver hair and a sky blue skirt, sitting next to her.

A white swan flew over the lush forest, and a few snow-white feathers floated down from the sky and landed on Alice's palm.

"It's a rare one with a happy ending." She tilted her head and showed a shy and happy smile.

real world.

After the mole in the main control room was caught, Tuyumen Yuanye stopped paying attention to the follow-up.

The power behind this incident is obviously the power of the supernatural beings. According to the default rule that supernatural beings and onmyojis do not violate the river when they enter the water, he will naturally not intervene in the follow-up matter... unless the people from scepter4 interrogate and find out that the onmyoji who cooperated with them is which side.

Tsuchimikado Motoya calmly let the people from scepter4 lead the way to the hospital, because there were many insiders about this matter, the hospital that was finally selected was a private institution under Ninzu Medical, probably because someone had said hello, and the hospital was very cooperative and directly sent the whole hospital to the hospital. The first floor was vacated, and a special medical team was set up.

After confirming His Highness's physical safety, and setting up a protective barrier, he personally made arrangements for the people brought from Tsuchiyamen's house. It had been a long time since Tsuchyumen Yuanye walked out of the hospital.

The car of Tu Yumen's family was still dutifully waiting outside the hospital, Yuan Ye waved his hand to let the driver get off first after getting on the car, he wanted to be alone for a while.

It was almost three o'clock in the morning, and the street outside was empty, the walls were quiet, and there was no sound of people.

Tsuchimikado Motoya sat in the dark for a while, and finally took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

The bell rang three times before it was picked up. It was unexpectedly fast, and the young man's low, hoarse voice came out of the loudspeaker.When he received the call at this point, his tone was sober as if he hadn't slept at all.

"Hey, old man, long time no see, meow."

The voice of the young man on the other end was cheerful, and then his voice suddenly changed, "It's a pity that you haven't died yet."

The familiar coldness and malice are almost overflowing from the voice, but it is not surprising that it is abrupt.

At least Tsuchimikado Motoya was not surprised at all, he calmly ignored the boy's almost curse words, and continued calmly, "I contacted you to know something."

"Oh, you ask." The tone of the person on the other end returned to being careless, "I'll think about whether to tell you the truth or a lie."

"Do you know what your Highness encountered this time?"

"Huh?" The other end paused for a moment, then suddenly smiled playfully, "Aren't you guarding against me like a thief, afraid that I will get close to her? If I really know something, the first thing you should be wary of is me, right?"

"..."

After a long silence, the Patriarch of Tsuchiyamen let out a breath slowly, with a slightly old tone, "I did stop it all the time, but you should know that it is the best choice for you and her to keep a distance from her .”

"Heh..." The other head sneered, "Okay, old man, don't talk to me about such nonsense, what exactly do you want to ask?"

"Did 'them' design what happened this time?" Tsuchimikado Motoya really didn't make any more detours.

"Yeah." The opposite said casually.

"What did they find? Who is the main messenger?"

"Oh, do you really think of me as an undercover agent of the Tuyumen family?" The other party paused, and then said lazily, "I have already given the reminder, so think about it for yourself. Remember Zashiki Warji?"

"..."

"Remember? The evil done by your Tuyumen family ended up being reflected on the eldest lady. I really want to know what expression Qingming ancestors will have when they find out."