As we all know, winding zero is a human being

First of all, it's just normal, it seems like it's just an ordinary cold.

Then came the loss of appetite.

And then……?

Oh, the sudden illness fell like a mountain. The last time Ling remembered that he was transferred directly from school to the ICU within a week.

No matter how hard the butterfly flaps its wings, the difference is only a few days.

After washing his face and staring at himself in the mirror who was still blood-colored and completely unable to see the ailment, Zero also hesitated a little whether this was the first sign.

What if, what if it's just the same situation as a certain time, it just happened that the temperature of the air conditioner was lowered and the gastroenteritis caused by eating a bad stomach?

This hot spring is really bad...

Wait, who is saying this is morning sickness, stand up for him? !

Having rested enough and regained some strength, Ling shook his head - he thought he could face it with ease, but when things came to an end, he still became startled.

When he unlocked the door and probed out, the bedroom in the suite was still quiet. He sat quietly on the sofa for a while, and he couldn't think of turning on the TV or picking up his mobile phone to kill time.

On the small transparent table, maybe I forgot to add water, and the freshly picked flowers in the morning are now drooping buds.

When the sunset glow dissipated and the floor-to-ceiling windows fell into complete darkness, Ling suddenly heard the sound of the door opening and closing outside the house.

His heart seemed to be suddenly clenched by a hand. Perhaps this was the reason why his subconscious didn't give an answer while he was restless.

The first time Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou entered the bedroom, his eyes fell on him. He seemed to have noticed something sensitively, and the footsteps seemed to have some deviations when he was walking.

"You look bad."

Zero took a deep breath, and when he turned his head, his complexion became as bad as he said: "There is nothing wrong."

Wu Mi squinted his eyes, this sense of sight was sufficient, and the tone of knowing something but categorically denying it...?

"...I think I'm very hungry now—" tacitly thinking of the other party's bad temper, Ling covered his face and said that no matter who he changed, it would be the same.

He hastily changed the subject and jumped up, raised his hand and grabbed the cuff of Onimui Tsuji, and said in an impolite and tough tone: "Didn't you say that there is a summer festival? It's better to hit the sun than to choose a day, why don't we go now ?”

After the unavoidable encounter, Oni Wu Tsuji seems to have no objections at all on such trivial matters. It can be said that it is the indulgence of responsiveness that makes Zero always feel restless.

This time is no exception.

The brief silence seemed to be critically making the most appropriate choice, everything in front of him did not deviate from his cognition, Wu Mi nodded reluctantly and agreed.

Instead of changing the yukata I was used to when participating in summer festivals, I put on an extra coat on my shoulders. I smelled the fragrance that would come out from every few stalls in the busy streets at night, and found my appetite in a calm mood. It seems to have recovered.

The fresh and sweet shellfish and prawns are roasted with a burnt fragrance and taste even more delicious. Under the expressionless and stressful gaze of Guimai Tsuji, he even waited for a bowl of steaming hot ramen at the corner ramen stand. Hand-Pulled Noodle.

According to the stall owner, if there is no summer festival, he would still be running a ramen restaurant with a store. During such seasons, he would always push the car stall passed down from his family to feel the festive atmosphere.

Zero said that this bowl of ramen is delicious. Whether it is from the kneading technique of the dough or the heat of the soup base, it is impeccable.

The stall owner seemed very happy when he heard this, and there was a little bit of stinky fart in his head, thinking that a young man knew some old skills.

Zero listened a little delicately, hesitant to speak for a long time.

Although he is not interested in food like ramen, he still sits patiently aside, occasionally glancing at the bustling tourists with an indifferent gaze, and the slightly drunk warm light softens the edges and corners.

Sitting under the lamp, Wu Mi noticed his gaze and raised his eyes: "Okay?"

"Well, you can go shopping slowly!"

After touching his pocket, he found that the change in the wallet had gone out unknowingly, and the move of Guiwu Tsuji Wumi to take out a banknote from his pocket seemed quite smooth.

Ling looked at the stall owner looking for money with erratic eyes, and counted each coin long and carefully.

Old stalls with old craftsmanship, even the customers have a long history.

After leaving the ramen stall, it was the busiest time of the festival, and the more beautiful fireworks exploded in the dark night sky. At a booth that shoots balloons with bows and arrows, I rolled up my sleeves and played a round, and turned around to win back I bought an instant camera.

Maybe this is where the blood returns, and you have to pay for the paper you won the Polaroid photo, but Ling glanced at the livid face of the stall owner when he almost hit the most valuable balloons with his arrows, and he was quite happy. Took the money.

"Crack, buzz—"

Warm photos slowly spit out from the outdated camera that has developed a new way of playing. It is not very clear and has a retro feel. The content on the rectangular photo with a white border made Zero scrutinize it for a while.

Damn, I thought I could get a sneak shot, but it was still discovered.

The brightest color in the picture is, of course, the pair of eyes looking up at the camera.

Oni Wu Tsuji was able to attend the post of member of parliament so casually because he had the confidence that he would not be found out. The books recorded in the pen did not leave much content in a long time, but stepping into modern times, he naturally knew how to do it. Mechanisms that leave images at the moment of need are useless.

If you can't solve the machine, solve the person holding the machine.

Of course, it's just a joke, cross out the above sentence.

Gentle drumbeats linger in the streets as the festival progresses. This is already an era when people no longer need to be afraid of the night.

The bottomless abyss lurking in the dark has shifted from the beginning, and he can also believe that he has obtained the expected eternal life. Wu Mi has no interest in adding a few more ghosts to have some fun for himself.

His eyes stayed on the photo for a while, then Zero suddenly raised his head and looked towards the other side with some doubts.

There are traces of sutures between the pale arms that are exposed. The man in the picture with the long blue-gray hair that can endorse shampoo, why didn't he notice it when he was taking pictures just now?

But——if it’s just used as a background in this photo, it’s surprisingly good?

"Let's stop here for tonight." Wu Mi stared at a certain direction for a few more times, looking at Ling reluctantly looking at the small half street in the distance that he hadn't finished shopping, he didn't think much about it With a quid pro quo tone, "If you want to, you can go to the S game tomorrow night."

Suddenly, he heard a familiar word, Ling Ye temporarily put away the photo and was attracted by it: "That's it?"

"A gathering of desperate lunatics."

Wu Mi, who has nothing to do with himself, is still thinking to himself: "But it's not bad for viewing."

"...?"

Zero quickly understood what viewing meant and was blown away.

When they came to the remote road in the remote mountain area unhurriedly on the second night, the so-called S game had already sounded the horn of the first pre-selection.

The huge electronic screen with the wild track is broadcasting the race in real time. The steel and the ruins are an excellent match, but it seems that the smell of rust is already lingering around you from a distance.

The one who easily leads the way is not the young man who accidentally caught a glimpse of the skateboarding national team in his free time. He is petite and has many ways to deal with the mountain trails, which can effectively shorten the passing time. In this kind of downhill competition He should have had an absolute advantage.

However, the person who has already reached the finish line one step ahead, and the person who is surrounded by smoke and reveals boredom is Shinto Ainosuke.

In other words, AKA loves to dream?

"Hey, they skate so easily, it really gives people the illusion that I can do it—"

"Forget it, you, without this technical condition, how many lives are enough to make a lap on this track?"

It seems that there are fanatics of the S game among the onlookers passing by and sighing. It seems that they are also introducing the previous situation to the fans who are new to this circle and the onlookers like Zero who can only enter it after receiving the invitation letter. interest of.

After listening to it, Zero completely understood what Wu Mi meant by saying that they were a bunch of lunatics.

Every time in the S race, there are quite a few participants who have big or small accidents on this track, ranging from injuries to muscles and bones, to those who can only regret to give up skateboarding, and even so, every S The holding of the competition still makes them flock to it.

Zero looked at the second game that had already started on the screen, five or six people united and even took sticks to deal with a blue-haired mixed-race high school student with superb technology, and then the male Bodhisattva Joe smashed the mask with a punch, once again Shocked, he took a step back.

"In your S game, violence is not prohibited?!"

"Ah, that's one of the joys of the S game."

Okay, no wonder the place was so remote, this competition can't be said to be dangerous, it's actually not legal, right? !

What I saw in the follow-up was the use of fireworks and cannons as bombs to interfere with the opponent's sight, and any skateboard can be equipped with artificial intelligence to assist skating one by one. It was shocking, but even Mr. Take a second look.

Cough, if you want to open it up, he doesn't want to cause trouble for Mr. Sakura and himself.

Just like every spectator driven by enthusiasm, he borrowed a double-up skateboard from an enthusiastic and generous audience in the field. Tried playing on a flat ground.

"...You don't want to die either?"

Wu Mi accidentally missed his small movements of making preparations, and when he returned to Zero with his usual gaze, his pupils shrank slightly.

The hands are slightly opened to control the balance. The control of the muscles seems to be perfect for any exercise. I skipped the stage of finding balance and walked a certain distance. The wind whizzing past made Ling slightly Eyes wide open.

The lights of the city are diffused under the dark and empty mountain, and the scenery receding behind is just a foil to the vision all the way forward.

...is a very free feeling.

The enthusiastic people who lent him the skateboard were also watching from the sidelines. Seeing that Ling could really slide on the board directly, Ben wanted to say that it was normal to wrestle a few times, and the comfort was stuck in his throat.

"Hey, wait, where are you going, there is no road behind, please stop—"

Hearing such a reminder, Zero looked up and thought for a while.

So here comes the problem, the board is going up.

What about the brakes?