Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

After Oda Sakunosuke walked out of the gate and left that beautiful world, he was even a little dazed. He looked at the mercury-haired maid standing beside him, his gray-blue eyes were a little blank.

"Ah, how long has it been?"

Crexbe took the book from the other party's hand, with a calm expression, "Two hours have just passed."

Oda Saku thought to himself, no wonder the other party only gave him a meal. It turns out that the passage of time in the two worlds is not connected.

Although only two hours have passed here, Oda Saku's spirit is quite exhausted. After all, in his senses, he has spent at least a week.However, in that world, he would not feel hungry.Odasaku touched his stomach subconsciously, it didn't seem long since he ate spicy curry.He closed his eyes, and after a few seconds, opened them again, "I'll go back to my room and take a rest first." He took out the astronomy ball that was in his clothes, "Here, it should be this."

After the stardust on the palm touched the astronomical ball, the runes engraved on it immediately turned a faint color.Oda Sakunosuke stared blankly, "Ah, I'm sorry..." He subconsciously apologized.Who knew that the mercury-haired maid laughed. She shook her head, took the astronomical ball, and restored the ring into a spherical shape with her fingers. She looked at this small, somewhat old but well-maintained astronomical ball, facing The man said softly: "Thank you, Oda-sama."

Oda Sakunosuke watched the other party leave, he scratched his head, that astronomical ball is probably very important to Clay.Thinking of this, the love and joy in the other party's quicksilver pupils were not fake, he turned and walked towards his room, although the road was a bit tortuous, but he would not get lost.

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After getting the astronomy ball, Claire put the book in her husband's study room. The room is not so much a study room as a collection room with another arrangement.There are all kinds of inexplicable things on the museum shelf, such as a globe made of glass and gold, a Western-style music box, a pen holder with swimming fish on it, etc. There are also many things around.From bells, Temari, to paperweights, dolls, it is dazzling.

Crexbe caressed the runes on the astronomical ball with her fingers, as if she was recalling something, when her fingers touched her initials, she paused slightly.She looked around, and then walked towards a low cabinet. There were many things on the cabinet. She didn't look at other things, and stopped in front of a kind of box with a small lock. .She folded the sphere back into the shape of the ring, and it snapped right into the lock.

"Click."

The lock is open.She opened the case, and inside were her scales, her teeth, and stardust in glass jars.It's just that it's not the same as the silver and light gold stardust seen by Oda Sakunosuke. Here, there is another color of stardust - beautiful ice blue.Just like the lake that she and her husband saw back then.It emits a beautiful fluorescent blue light.

She took out the bottle of glowing fluorescent blue stardust, opened the bottle, and carefully sprinkled the stardust on the astronomical sphere.

Ice-blue stardust fell from the runes of the astronomical ball, and she gently groped the surface with her hands until the stardust and silver fused together.In the silver, there is a bit of ice blue light.Cressby smiled, then recapped the bottle and put it back.The lock fell again, and she restored the ring to the shape of the astronomical ball. This time, the runes on the silver surface changed.

She looked at the rune on it, it was a sentence.

"You have an incomparably beautiful silvery white."

This astronomical ball is not that important, at least not the key to a certain door, not a powerful weapon, but for her, it is a memory of the past.Something about her, something about Mr.

The beautiful world is not as harmless as it seems.Crexby knew deeply the horror hidden behind the beauty of that world.

In fact, she lied to the man.It's not the past two hours, but 1 minute that hasn't changed.It's just because of where the husband is, the time will become extremely messy, so the so-called two hours will appear.That is the time that belongs to Mr., not the time of this world.Her act of delivering food was just a signal to Oda Sakunosuke, like what to do now and what to do later.

She put the astronomical ball that had turned back into a ring around her neck and put it well in her clothes. After doing all this, she turned and left the room.This ring, or this astronomical ball, has been with her for a long time.The reason why I like it so much is not only because it is related to astronomy, but also because it is the first gift from Mr. Floating Dream.

The little snake that was frightened by the "Black Goat" written by the husband finally made the man realize that it was probably not qualified as a gift.So he gave another gift.That gift, this astronomical ball, was made by Mr. Floating Dream himself.

Crexby glanced at the sky outside, she could feel the breath belonging to Mr.

"I don't know, what's going on with Mister." Like an old antique who lived in the last century, Mr. Floating Dream doesn't like to use things like mobile phones. At most, he just installs a phone, and the general communication is all by letters.Crexby sorted out the letters from different worlds and people, all of which were addressed to her husband, and had a special room.

Her eyes paused on one of the letters, "This...is that one."

In the world where Master Natsume lives, the nine-tailed fox called Hua Yangtian actually has his own name.Crexby didn't know this lord very well, only after she got to know Mr., the two had known each other for a long time, just like Mr., the restless and calm one, always wandering around in various worlds, always around him It is following a person.

The mercury-haired maid recalled the shallow memories of those two.She remembered that these two were gods themselves. "Master Hua Yangtian's name, I remember it is..." She lowered her eyes, stopped suddenly, and swallowed the words that had reached her lips.

Crexby knew that Mr. Hua Yangtian was the younger generation of Mr., and the relationship between the two was quite good, but the one next to the other party was not an easy existence to get along with.Comparing Mr. Yaolang with the other party, the mercury-haired maid couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. At least she felt that Mr. Yao Lang was not suitable for a person with such a personality.

After taking back her scattered deep thoughts, she devoted all her heart and mind to the great cause of tidying up.For Mr. Hua Yangtian, and that person, whether it is mentioned in their hearts or spoken out of their mouths, they will all perceive it.Her identity is very special, so if she says something serious, she will really be known.

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A man with black hair and golden eyes was walking in the alley.

As a port city, Yokohama has many intertwined alleys. Ordinary people will never walk into this kind of place, because it generally belongs to people from the other world.

"found it!"

The young man's crisp voice sounded behind him, Fu Meng turned around, and saw a young man dressed like a detective in a novel, with messy black hair, and a pair of emerald green pupils, like emeralds.The boy looked a little surprised when he saw the black-haired man, "Huh? Is my reasoning wrong?" He was like a free black cat who didn't care what other people thought.He leaned closer to the man, and his green eyes were quite sharp, contrary to his impression, "You, um...so that's it!" The happy expression was so bright on his face, he saw He looked quite proud, "I just said how could I make a mistake!"

Fumeng stared at this childish young man, nodded slightly to him, "I'm sorry for causing trouble to you." Edogawa Ranbu, who had grown up for a long time, walked around the man twice, and then used a He asked in a curious tone: "Are you a novelist? A poet? Or a writer?" Fu Meng chuckled lightly, "I'm just a third-rate author, and Fu Meng is my pseudonym. I don't know what to call you? "

The quaint language suddenly reminded Luanbu of his guardian, and he had a premonition that the two must have a common language.

"Ranbu, Edogawa Ranpo." He blinked, like a well-behaved black fur kitten, "Sir, you really don't look like a third-rate author. You really are lying." He said I have come to such a conclusion, no matter from the man's temperament, conversation, or standing posture, they all show a very elegant atmosphere.What's more, the reason for all of this is precisely because the things written by the man were obtained by a lunatic and regarded as treasures.

Fumeng glanced at the young man who was thinking, "Let's find a place to sit for a while." Regarding this incident, it was a small accident.

Words have power, a power that can interfere with the human mind.If this is the case with ordinary words, then the words written by men contain far more power than those written by ordinary people.Those who are not determined will be eroded by power in an instant.That kind of false enthusiasm does not make men feel that their articles have been appreciated.In his view, everything is false.

Edogawa ranbu ate the cake, looking at the man who was talking about the cause of the incident in a leisurely manner.Probably the attitude of the other party is really comfortable, and unconsciously, Luanbu showed an expression like a cat being stroked in the sun, so well-behaved that people want to smile.In fact, Ranbu rarely showed such an expression, probably only when he stayed at home many years ago and watched his father being defeated by his mother's reasoning, he would show such an expression.It is a kind of reassurance and reliability given by the elders.

"Ranpo, I can call you that." Mr. Fumeng put down the coffee in his hand, and pointed to his cheek lightly, "Here, it's covered with cream." Wiped his cheek.During this period, the man has been looking at him with a rather peaceful look.He didn't know why the sense of intimacy was so inexplicable, but it was mostly related to the paper on which the words were written.

At first, they thought it was the legendary book in Yokohama, but later found out that it was not until they met the owner of those words.When Edogawa Ranpo was thinking about how to solve this case, the man put a letter on the table and pushed it in front of him, "Take it back and open it." He nodded slightly at Ranpo, "Then , I will go first. Random steps."

Edogawa Ranpo stuffed the last bite of the cake into his mouth, and watched the man leave. He turned his head to look at the letter on the table, "Is this also a floating dream...ah, there is also the address."

[Stagnant time, a stagnant world.

Stasis し た time, stagnation し た world. 】

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"[Lord Curse] I am Mortal"

"Then you don't even trust Madam?" The gentleman's expression was slightly disturbed, and he didn't answer directly. "I don't even trust myself. That means I can't trust myself, so I can't trust others. There is no other way but to curse myself."

—— Natsume Soseki "Heart"

I am well aware that I am mediocre, cowardly, selfish, and stupid, and I have all the shortcomings that people in this world have, but even so, I occasionally want to look out from the small window on the high wall.

There may be Kawazu cherry blossoms there, there may be lights, or there may be nothing there.

I want to believe, to be one of the "all beings", to live as a "mortal", to experience the beautiful, the ugly, all kinds of things.I can't trust myself and deceive myself, and at the same time I can't trust others and deceive others. I really have no choice but to curse myself, right?

If so, what was the purpose of my birth?

ps.

No.1 is called the master, described in the third person, and has the perspective of other people.

The main mantra is back to green, and the style of writing is small, and I don't like to click the fork lightly.