Broken leg writer, returns to China online

After autumn, the nights in Yokohama are getting colder, so Yato needs to add more clothes when patrolling the night.But it doesn't matter if there is AI Anyin, she will shine.

"The night in Yokohama is finally a little quieter." Yato squatted on the newly built high-rise building like a fat penguin holding the light ball.All the old dilapidated buildings in Rabo Street have been demolished, and new buildings have gradually sprung up.

"By the way, the terrain of Radium Bowl Street is quite distinctive, like a circular theater. It's not used to it being flat." An Lele was talking about vigorously building a new Radium Bowl Street and improving the living environment of residents, so They let Zhongyuan Zhong also level the ground directly.

After leveling, there is no need to worry about the low terrain and insufficient light in the central area.The footprint of Yato Shrine has also expanded a circle.

"Yeah." Yato responded, propping his chin.

"After the sheep were disbanded, the children all went to school. I also watched the teachers who were sent by the government to support the teaching. I felt good. The culture and education are finally on the right track."

"Ah."

"Akutagawa and Gin also went to school."

"Ah."

"Yato, are you listening to me?" The ball of light jumped up and patted Yato's face, "Did something happen?"

"I'm listening..." Yato sat on the edge of the roof, hugging the ball of light, "It's so cold in winter, An Yin." So bitter, but not free.Yato must look at Nakahara Chuya.

Sometimes the God of Misfortune would also feel sorry for the Rage God, who was dug up and put into a human shell after sleeping soundly in Aomori.So there are a lot of things popping up, pointing at your nose and asking you to solve them.

"This year is a warm winter?" An Lele called up the weather forecast and ocean current analysis chart, it wasn't particularly cold.Ah, no, it's not winter yet.

"Chuya came out a few days after going to class, and Rimbaud suggested that he teach Chuya alone." Yato's tone was quite sad.

"Is Rimbaud going to bring Chuuya to the port of Mafia?" Guangqiu tilted his head, "Is that what he meant, or is Dr. Mori trying to recruit Chuuya?" Now Zhongye should not be so easily deceived by Dr. Sen Going to be a mafia, isn't he good enough to develop the local economy honestly and dutifully?

"Sen should be happy to see the result." Yato grabbed the ball of light and put it on his shoulder, "Okay, the night patrol is over, let's go, go home."

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The ball of light landed on the hibiscus flower that she carefully maintained—the little robot was commanding the flower remotely.

"Why are you still so energetic?" Yan Tsuji pedestrian narrowed his eyes, grabbed the light ball, and the glowing ball was rolling in his palm like a fool.Usually at this point, An Lele would whine and say that she was sleepy, and if she had a headache and couldn't sleep, she would have to drag others to keep her from sleeping.

So quiet, she is really not sleepy and very energetic.

"Hmm." After being poked, An Lele pretended to be dead, no matter how Yan Tsuji pedestrians poked the ball of light, she did not move.From this perspective, it was as if he was touching her eyes, An Lele closed her eyes subconsciously, and her eyelashes felt a little itchy.

"Hurry up, there is no need to tell me if it exceeds ten seconds." Ayatsuji pedestrian grabbed the light ball, looked down at the ball that pretended to be dead, his eyes were piercing, as if a biting autumn wind had blown his body.

"I'm in London now..." The ball of light turned into a puddle of light cakes and said sadly, "Someone pretended to be Enid and made trouble everywhere. I was very angry...so I chased after him."

Hearing her brief account of the cause and effect, Ayatsuji Xingren frowned involuntarily, "You never thought about what you would do if it was a trap?"

"It's okay, I'll let them know that I'm very angry." An Lele said calmly, while Yato on the side shuddered. To Yato, the Yokohama Dragon Head War not long ago was a hell of overtime. Can't stand the workload.

"The grownups here are all idiots. When I think that I might become such an adult when I grow up, I don't even want to grow up." Become what you don't like.But for her, if she wants, she can never grow up.

It's just a shell, An Lele thought, even if the soul data is filled through growth, she can still use external techniques to pretend to be a child and never grow up.However, not growing up can be troublesome at times.

An Lele and Ayatsuji Yato said good night, she rubbed her eyes to get used to the changed perspective.There was no annoying wind in the carriage, but An Lele blinked frequently, which naturally attracted the attention of others.

One second before McCoff opened his mouth, An Lele snapped up three consecutive words, "It's none of your business, don't bother me." She bent her finger to her lips. Shakespeare from England is also one of the transcendents. Why was she so provocative, he still didn't come to the door, but it was Mykoff... It doesn't look like Mykoff has supernatural powers.

Edogawa Ranpo himself does not have supernatural powers. The fact that there is no Conan Doyle in this world does not mean that Sherlock Holmes will be replaced with supernatural powers.

McCoff still smiled nonchalantly after receiving a cold reception from An Lele, his thick skin was absolutely worthy of his status as a politician.Here I have to mention that the bell tower attendant who is on an equal footing with him, the name of the British government of Mycroft is not strong enough in front of those people with supernatural powers - at present.

"Is it interesting? You don't want to let the war expand because of me, but you don't do something to end the war. It's not interesting at all." An Lele opened the map in front of McCoff, and it happened to be their driving route on it, representing them The blue line made several circles.

"I think this may be called the helplessness of the adult world. After a fight, several big men want to find a ladder to go down. But even on the way out, we must hold on to our interests. It is our survival. Way." Mycroft said half-truth, waiting for the car to arrive at a two-story bungalow with a small garden.He got out of the car quite friendly and put his hand on the door so she wouldn't hit him.

The British Isle was drifting north, but the residents on the island didn't feel anything unusual, which showed that An Lele had no malice towards ordinary people.Even if the change in the latitude and longitude of the island would actually bring about fatal consequences, in fact An Lele has not killed anyone so far.

A person like Mycroft, who stands at the apex of smart people, easily sees through An Lele's kind nature.The only thing he needs to pay attention to is that her kindness will not become a knife in the hands of villains.

"Things that start with injustice must be strengthened with evil." Walking into the garden, a voice full of air came from the small bungalow, and An Lele couldn't help but took a step back suddenly, and she saw the dance of hands and feet. If a crazy middle-aged man.

"Oh, the nightingale in the dark night, the flying feathers that can't circle back, the eyes in the eternal night." Shakespeare saw An Lele, should it be said that it was the sensitive nature of the playwright, and he chanted to her, "Sing , cry, and finally—die.”

"Is this the most powerful person in your family?" An Lele took another step back. This Shakespeare is the one who can write scripts.The half-draped black cloak, the green costume is like an exaggerated appearance in an opera, the playful eyes, and the frivolous smile on the face.It was Shakespeare who insisted on the supremacy of story, and wanted to see the best stories even at the expense of cheating or falsehood.

"Mr. Shakespeare is an excellent worker who has protected the British Empire many times." Mycroft smiled and said in an official tone, as if he hadn't seen the official madman with the strongest ability.

"I feel the taste of the story." Shakespeare brushed his chest, bowed to An Lele, then knelt down on one knee and held her hand, "Please tell me your story, it must be A wonderful play. Is it a tragedy, a comedy, or a tragicomedy?"

An Lele gave him a punch with a blank face, confirming that this Shakespeare is not a heroic spirit, but a human being, but because of his supernatural power, he is very close to Shakespeare as a heroic spirit.The world is amazing.

"Oh, why don't you just say it, why are you hitting me?" Shakespeare covered his face and cried.

"After you die, I will tell you my story." An Lele said ruthlessly, she did not lie, and Shakespeare will know her story when she is promoted to a heroic spirit. In a certain world line with Chaldea middle.

"Oh, even if the Elegy Nightingale doesn't want to tell me, I can still know the story of you." Shakespeare stood up as if facing thousands of audiences with open arms and applauded loudly, "The moment of the performance has come, here should be thunder Applause."

Mycroft had already distanced himself. Even though he knew that Shakespeare's supernatural powers had limits on the scope and number of people he could capture, he didn't want his life to be judged like a boring and boring opera.

Shakespeare's supernatural powers are simply a public execution of black history.

Mycroft twirled the black umbrella in his hand, and the closed umbrella couldn't be opened and closed like petals. He was neither a fighter nor a peace fighter.But he is different from those who take a step back if the enemy is too strong, and those who must take advantage of the victory and pursue them if the enemy is weak.This kind of style that everyone is unwilling to lose a little will naturally lead to the current situation where everyone wins and loses, which is really boring in McCoff's eyes.

He vowed that when he was eligible to be selected, he would change this situation of being indifferent.

Slowly move the British Isle away, there are no casualties but not for the time being, if it floats to the North Pole, then everyone will dance face-to-face with polar bears.

An Lele, who accepted the easing negotiations, was not as innocent and harmless as those cunning people who were still on the sidelines thought. She was very serious about not letting anyone die, and she was also very serious about not sinking the ground under her feet. , turning more than 6000 million people in this country into refugees who lost their homes and properties.

Someone has to pay the price for her anger, but it shouldn't be them. Mycroft leaned on the black umbrella, and must find the mastermind behind it.This is An Lele's veiled threat, if Sherlock hadn't handed over the damned murderer to her before the British Isle drifted to a fatal place...

The hand holding the umbrella handle tightened, and Mycroft keenly sensed that something was wrong. An Lele and Shakespeare hadn't come out of the King's Theater until now.Shakespeare's supernatural ability can bring the people he captured into the [King's Theater] and personally stage a play with himself as the protagonist.

And he himself is constantly ridiculing and criticizing from the author's perspective, inflicting heavy mental damage on his opponents.

"Garcia, give me the position of Shakespeare." Mycroft called his secretary with a cold face, and every person with supernatural powers in England was under their surveillance.

The red dot that marked Shakespeare disappeared together with Anlele.

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The author has something to say:

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This is a private setting, Shakespeare is similar to the caster in fgo, the effect of supernatural powers is similar to that of treasures, the real person who wrote the script

In my imagination, Shakespeare, the literary giant, turned into a person with supernatural powers, which should be similar to the heroic spirit becoming a living person, just like a weakened version of the heroic spirit

This is a boss who really knows how to write scripts (living book)