Today is also a worker

"If the book of friends is not the same, it seems that you still need to find a book or a slate, [Renegade]." Merlin, who had been in Fujisuke's dream, still contacted Fuji through the dream, and said before no matter what. The unexported name is now allowed to be spoken and recognized by the world.

Meilin was sitting on the swing in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers, the flowers under his feet were as colorful as last time, the only difference was that these flowers were no longer in full bloom this time, but bent their stalks in a wilting appearance.The swing was constructed on the spot in this dream. The white swing ropes are twisted and twisted, like poisonous snakes resting with their eyes closed, waiting to wake up one day and swallow all living things.

He looked at these white ropes with some distaste, never touched them, and even sat in the middle with Fuji Zhousuke in order to stay away from them.

Now the only thing that is alive and well in the dream is the cherry blossom tree.

Fujisuke's expression was unspeakable, and he stretched out his hand to push the hairy head on the shoulder a little farther away, "Merlin, can you locate the location of the book?"

"I can't." Merlin grinned and clinged even tighter, if it wasn't for the dignity of a mage that he thought was left, he would probably have all four feet up, "Who made Renegade's dreams full of these frightening things? , is definitely comparable to Gao Wenqing's mashed potatoes!"

"Not all of this dream is under my control." Fujisuke closed his eyes and let Merlin move, "It seems that I have to target the slate."

A third belongs to him, a third belongs to Merlin, and a third belongs to...

The slate is guarded by the King of Gold, how can I get close to it, and I have to be prepared to run away with the slate at any time.

Thinking of the huge amount of tasks involved, Bu Er Zhou Zhu wanted to give up directly, and find a place for himself to die and leave others a headache

— Forget it, he can't die.

Bu Er Zhou Zhufu opened his eyes again, staring at the endless front, he asked Merlin, "Is there any way you can improve a person's ability in a short period of time."

"Of course there is!" Merlin took out a reddish-brown wooden box with a push-pull lid, and he pushed it to reveal the contents inside, "This is for you, it can improve your ability, but it can't Eating or using it for a long time will cause mutations."

It was a dry finger with dark red skin and long nails.

"...Who will eat this!" Fuji Shusuke closed the lid, his expression not looking very good.

"Of course there is, and there is another boy who is committed to eating 20 of these fingers!" Merlin raised up two fingers and shook them, and then explained, "This is Su Nuo's fingers, each of which has a powerful finger. The power even makes the 'person' who eats it replaced by the owner in the blink of an eye. The boy ate one of the fingers to save his classmates. Although he can suppress the finger owner strangely, he still has to be executed by the people in their world Death penalty. But they made a deal, allowing the young man to eat 20 sticks before dying, which can be regarded as solving a serious problem for those people."

Fuji Zhousuke was silent for a while, he pointed to the box and confirmed to Merlin, "You mean, you brought...important things from another world?!"

He didn't think of a suitable word, and he used a well-regulated word to describe it in one stroke.

Merlin put away his dishonest appearance and made a serious promise, "Don't worry, I have made multiple insurances. He will only improve your supernatural powers and will not cause any harm to your world. We have cooperated so many times. Don't you believe me this time?"

"If you can't even trust you, then what else can I trust?"

Fuji Zhouzhu's eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a heavy shadow in the depths of his eyes.

Merlin jokingly mentioned a name, "Yukimura Seichi? Hmm... that's the name."

Eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, Fujisuke restrained himself from overreacting to the name, "He, like my family, shouldn't be dragged into it."

So you kicked them out of your program from the start?Merlin glanced at the facial expression of Fuer Zhouzhu, his eyes were slightly deep, the child hoped not to hurt the family, the family is waiting for the child's own confession, it is inevitable to miss it.

As the owner of the dream became depressed, the color of the dream began to gradually turn black, and the wilting flowers immediately withered, leaving only a stalk fluttering in the wind.The white swing rope lit up densely with yellow light, and the slender and forked tongue continued to spit out and retract from the 'live' little snake with hissing sound.

They began to circle and swim downward.

!

Merlin was disgusted and jumped off the swing in an instant. He didn't even have time to say hello, so he escaped from Fuji Zhousuke's dream by relying on himself as a half-nightmare.

The talkers have all left, and Fuji Zhousuke doesn't want to stay in the dream anymore, forcing himself to wake up from reality.

It has been several days since he left the Chang family. Naturally, after he left, whether he was considered a defector or was eaten by a monster, it has nothing to do with him-it was Dazai who caused these things, right? matter.

As for what the consequences would be if the field players chased him to Yokohama to question someone who was responsible, Fuer Zhousuke didn't care at all.

He disappeared completely from the school, even Reji Munakata couldn't find where he was, he didn't believe that Dazai could reason it out!

It seems, it seems that it is really possible.

Fuji Zhousuke got rid of those messy people and thoughts, and began to seriously think about the next plan, but before the plan was completed, he received a message,

The King of Gold is at the end of his life. — Gin.

A piece of good or bad news from Gin.

The good thing is that the king of gold is dead, and he can no longer suppress the slate. There will be troubles among other kings. It's been a long time.

He wanted the slates, but he couldn't let them fall into Gin's hands.

This is really a difficult problem.