Gin and Red Fang are brothers

Have there been more openings in the dimensional wall recently? It turns out that they wouldn’t be worn by people.Qingchuan Chen paused.It seems that it is indeed related to that roster...

Is this thing really magical? !

Fortunately, my parents are away all year round, and there is no one else at home except myself.Qing Chuanchen complained in his heart.Otherwise, a big living person suddenly appeared at home in the middle of the night, and the police would definitely be called.

And the other party's clothes are disheveled and even wet...

However, even though it is summer, I still catch a cold.Thinking of this, Qing Chuanchen said: "There should be one or two pieces of my parents' clothes in the closet, you can find them and change them."

Although he knew that the other party would not be easily taken away in an unknown environment, and he would definitely strike first before calling the police.But imagining the appearance of the other party being tortured away, it is inexplicably a little...

Qing Chuanchen tightened his face to prevent himself from laughing, flipping through the book of friends in his hand.

This time, the name on the book did not disappear, but the reverse side of the page that said Jiang Gu Ling also appeared, different from the black and white characters on the front, the black and white characters on the back, completely reversed.

Qing Chuanchen's eyes fell on the line of pencil writing below.

[Play a tune on the guitar at the party. 】

"..." Good guy, last time I sang, this time I played the guitar, this book is supposed to be about music, right?

Qing Chuanchen complained in his heart, closed the friend's tent, looked up and saw Toru Amuro tentatively stroking the door of the closet, although the corner of his mouth still had a signature smile, but his eyes were burning like he was examining some dangerous item.

"...?"

"Hmm... it feels like wood, and the temperature, humidity, and roughness are in line with the general reality." Toru Amuro rubbed his chin, then raised his hand and patted the cabinet door. "The pain is similar to the reality, and the sound is very timely..."

"..." Qing Chuanchen looked confused, "What are you doing?"

Amuro glanced back at him: "The characterization is also very vivid, and it can be simulated based on people who have impressed me recently."

"...??"

"But it's very strange, when exactly was I counted. If this is a new form of fully immersive VR, what is the purpose." Toru Amuro pondered.

"That..." Qing Chuanchen waved his hand, "Of course this is not VR. There is no NPC as smart as me in VR."

"Well... although you don't look smart."

"???"

"However, I think the possibility of VR is also very small." Amuro nodded slightly, "Because it stands to reason... no one can operate all this so quietly and without my defense." He narrowed his eyes Eyes, the sharpness is hidden in the purple gray.

"..." Even though he knew that the other party would probably not embarrass a child, Qing Chuanchen still raised his heart under this momentum.

The tide-like sense of danger gradually receded, Toru Amuro exhaled softly, leaned against the wall, the night wind slipped in through the crack of the window, and floated his golden hair: "...Probably because there are too many things recently."

—Maybe the triple identity did cause him a little problem.There are fewer and fewer things left for him to rely on, and the hidden black hole is still ruthlessly devouring everything. Sometimes when he wakes up in the middle of the night, there will be a short fragment of blank thinking, which makes him unable to tell what role he is playing at the moment .

But now this situation is a bit serious...Has the hallucination reached this level... Amuro rubbed his temples a little tiredly.Maybe go back and get some psychiatric meds.

"I said," Qing Chuanchen looked at the other party suddenly leaning to the side without saying a word, and opened his mouth to break the silence, "Are you okay?"

"..." Toru Amuro tilted his head slightly, "I have to go back." But his appearance seemed to be talking to himself.

"Yeah, you have to go back." Qingchuan Chen raised the notebook in his hand, "You need to play a song on the guitar at the party." It happened that he was still having a headache for the performer of Mingmei's song, "How about "Red How about Dragonfly?"

"...Is this the condition I set for myself?" Amuro Toru was slightly taken aback.

Hiro taught him the guitar, and "Red Dragonfly" was sung to him by Elena after he healed a wound when he was young.Is this... condition a manifestation of a deep self-protective personality?

"Huh?" Qing Chuanchen finally knew what was wrong - the big Jianggu in front of him didn't think about traveling through time and space at all...

...But yes, this kind of thing is unbelievable.Xiao Mingmei is still a child, and children always have unrestrained imaginations. They believe in everything unknown and impossible in the world.

But Da Fuguya is an adult, and as a Japanese police undercover in the dark, he walks in a dangerous life like a steel wire that can be overturned at any time. He will not—and cannot believe in these illusory things.

But that's good too... so as not to cause trouble in the future.Qing Chuanchen only paused for a second, and then said in a very sure tone: "Yes, you are dreaming."

"..." The other party crossed his hands and seemed to be thinking.His gaze keenly skipped across the room—finally fixed on the photo frame beside Qing Chuanchen's bed.

Qing Chuanchen saw the astonishment flashing across the other party's face, he walked over with big strides, and picked up the log frame.

There are two little boys in the photo, the boy with short black hair is smiling happily, his turquoise eyes are shining.He put one hand on the shoulder of the silver-haired young man beside him. Although the other party looked very reluctant, a small upward curve could be found at the corner of his mouth.

"..." Toru Amuro gripped the photo frame so hard that Qing Chuanchen could even hear the creaking sound.

"Uh, take it easy...don't break it."

"..." Toru Amuro took a deep breath and said calmly, "You are Qingchuan Chen."

...The name was discovered so quickly after investigation?The security system of the organization over there is so weak?Qing Chuanchen vaguely felt that something was wrong.

"Then who is this person?" He pointed at the silver-haired boy.

"Ah?" Qing Chuanchen paused, "My little boy, Kurosawa."

"Hei-ze-zhen-." He said the name silently.If he is now trapped in his own spiritual world, where has he seen this name?

...it doesn't seem to be.But this guy's appearance——it's too similar to a dangerous member of the organization!

"You guys are friends?!"

"……Yup."

"Impossible." The other party denied it immediately.

"Hey?"

"Because you are--"

Amuro didn't say the second half of the sentence, he just tapped his temple again: "It seems that my memory is a bit confused..." He murmured, "Maybe I need to find a reliable doctor to take a look."

What is the situation in the future?Qing Chuanchen is also a little confused now.

But now... Qing Chuanchen blinked and said: "It's okay, dreams are chaotic and disorderly."

"..."

"Speaking of which, when I leave school tomorrow, why don't you go to school? Let's rehearse the song briefly. I'll tell you the address." Qing Chuanchen said, and took out the school history book from his school bag. On the front was a clear address and School gate pictures.

Amuro's perspective line froze the first second it landed on the cover: "Wine-factory-hope-hope-elementary-school...?" He read it word by word.

I can understand every word, but when connected together, it is completely...! !

He could hardly restrain his movements, and flipped through the pages very quickly. Every word in it was clearly reflected in his eyes, but Toru Amuro felt in a trance.

The purpose of the winery...to fight against fake, ugly, and evil, to promote truth, goodness and beauty...to cultivate young people with positive energy and good energy...?

The current academic director, acting principal... Belmode?that woman? ?

There is also Karasuma Renye, the founder and great philanthropist... But what does this guy have to do with the winery?Didn't he die a long time ago...!

Why do I have such a dream...! ?Full of sense of disobedience and strange things——!He closed the colonel's history book expressionlessly.Maybe I should take more medicine.

A thin group photo slipped out from one side.

Toru Amuro pinched the photo before it landed, and glanced at the boy on it by the way——

"!!" Toru Amuro's pupils trembled, "Is this a student from your class!?"

"correct."

Familiar faces, friends or enemies, dead or alive, all surfaced one by one.He has tried very hard to restrain himself, but he still couldn't help but say: "This, how is it possible—"

"Because you're dreaming."

"They clearly—"

"you are dreaming."

"This guy is—"

"dream."

"anyway--"

"Dream."

"..."

Qing Chuanchen raised his face and smiled: "I admit it now, I am an npc."

"..." Very abruptly, Toru Amuro said after the silence, "Is there anyone in your class named Akai Shuichi?"

Eh……?Although Qing Chuanchen had seen his transfer application on the teacher's computer, and he would transfer to their school after a while, but... He glanced at the other party's expression and decided to deny it: "No."

"Hmm..." Toru Amuro's recognition that all this is his subconscious level has inexplicably increased (?)

"Anyway, see you at school after school tomorrow? I'll take you to meet the students who are performing together." Qing Chuanchen also seemed to have a bit of a headache, "How should I tell them...just tell them directly."

"..." Things are getting more and more strange, and they are full of sourceless unknowns that he doesn't like, but...

Toru Amuro looked at the cat-eyed boy with a gentle smile on the photo, and the black-haired girl with a brown-haired girl on his arm. After a moment of silence, he raised his hand and slowly inserted the photo into the book.

If this is his subconscious layer... then there must be everything here.

Although his other half looked at all this calmly as if it was split, alerting him to take some medicine to relieve the hallucinations under the tense nerves.But the inexplicable joy and surprise are still flowing slowly like honey.

...If it's only occasionally, let yourself be intoxicated a little, a little bit in a dream of an unknown night, and satisfy a little thing, it's probably... okay, right?