[Comprehensive Wenhao] My God Lord insists that he is an individual

It has been two days since Shenshang Zhuli disappeared, and Chuya's life doesn't seem to have changed much, except that occasionally he feels that that erratic idiot actually hasn't left him.

During dinner, Chuya habitually opened the door of Kamisami Zhuri's room and said, "Zhuli, it's time for dinner, you still have to play games until..."

There was no one inside the door.

Zhu Li's room is always messy. The game console he usually plays is thrown on the floor, and a half-drunk Coke is next to him.The quilt that I slept on was not folded, it was just laid flat on the bed, revealing a black-haired and long-haired stickman doll under the pillow.

Everything is the same as usual.

It seemed that the owner of this room would shout "surprise" to get out of the door to play a prank the next moment, pointing at the frightened red-haired boy and laughing.

A wind blows in from the window, making the wind chimes hanging on the window jingle.

Zhong Yuanzhong also recovered from the wind chime, he walked over and closed the window, the wind stopped, and the room returned to silence.

The red-haired boy looked around, bent down, and wanted to pick up the game console on the ground, but withdrew his hand just before touching the machine.

—Let’s leave it like this.

He stood there for a while, did not move the furnishings in the room, but carefully avoided the objects on the ground, and closed the door.

"Let's eat."

Zhong Yuanzhong also sat back at the dining table where there was an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks, calmly picked up his own pair, and said silently, "I'm starting."

Then he was alone and finished his dinner for two.

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After that, it was Chuya's graduation ceremony.

Chuya Nakahara, who officially graduated from the third grade of middle school, quietly left the busy school and went to Radium Bowl Street when his classmates didn't notice.

When the red-haired boy passed by the shopping street, he stopped at a flower shop and bought a bouquet of lilies for worship.

When paying, the proprietress of the enthusiastic flower shop also gave a coupon for the Chuya Summer Festival.

"I heard that this year's summer festival, the official has prepared a grand fireworks. Brother, you might as well bring someone to watch it together. It is said that it can increase the success rate!"

Misunderstood by the proprietress, she stuffed the flowers and coupons into Chuya's arms, winked and smiled.

"...Oh, thank you."

Zhong Yuan was also stunned for a while, without explaining, he took the coupons and flowers in a good manner.

In fact, this bunch of flowers is used to pay homage to Rimbaud who died.

After Rimbaud's death, the shadow of Huangbatu and the former leader gradually dissipated on Rabo Street, and the forgetful and stubborn residents continued to live.

It's a pity that all the information related to Rimbaud was confiscated by the port mafia first. As a result, Zhongye still failed to find out the truth about the Huangbatu experiment. What happened to those troops.

As Rimbaud was a traitor to the organization, the dead body was left alone in the open air. In the end, the Central Plains couldn't see it and dealt with it conveniently.

"Really, you will cause trouble after death, uncle."

At the common cemetery in the countryside far away from the city center, the red-haired boy squatted in front of one of the unnamed tombstones, and put down the flowers he bought.

A strong sea breeze blew from the other side of the sea, gently brushing the crooked tombstones around.

This is the common cemetery of a certain village. The remains of no relatives or friends are buried here, accompanied by an unnamed stone buried in the ground.

"Thanks to you, all my investigation efforts here are in vain. What is the facility you sneaked into eight years ago, and who researched Huangbatu? These clues are gone."

Nakahara Chuya's eyes fell on the tombstone not far away, missing a corner from who knows where it came from.A wild yellow daisy swayed in the wind under the tombstone.

"Well, even if you were alive, you probably wouldn't tell anyone about it."

As Zhong Ye said, he stood up vigorously with his legs, bent down and patted the stained clothes,

"Goodbye, I will come again when I am free."

The ochre-haired boy put his hands in his pockets and walked back along the path. The guard hidden in his clothes was pressed to his chest, and the heat from his body was covered.

Since the last battle with Rimbaud, Zhongyuan Zhong also found that this guard has become much older.

The golden cloth was dimmed, and the whole thing looked fragile and old, and it felt like it would disintegrate with a little force.

That's why Chuya never dared to take off the guard to clean it, and just hid it on his chest.

"Zhong Ye, so you are here, I have been looking for you for a long time."

A figure blocked the way of the red-haired boy.

"Shirase...why are you here?" Nakahara Chuya looked at his companion who hadn't appeared for a long time and asked.

"Well, I just wanted to thank you."

Shirase shrugged and said with a smile, "Thanks to you, everyone came back safe and sound. We held a thank you party for you, let's take a look."

Nakahara also glanced at Shirase in surprise, and walked past him without thinking too much.

"Okay, where is the thank you?"

The wind blew through the grass beside Shirase, making a rustling sound.Zhong Yuanzhong was also walking ahead, the white-haired boy behind him took out a knife from his pocket, and said with a smile,

"It's right here."

The knife gleaming coldly was stabbed fiercely towards Zhong Ye.

when--

The red-haired boy staggered two steps forward, turned around and lowered his head, and saw a knife coated with black medicine pressed against his abdomen.

However, the knife was blocked by a layer of transparent barrier, and did not penetrate the boy's body.

"How...how is this possible..."

Shirase squeezed the hand holding the knife, but found that the dagger did not move at all, it was firmly fixed in front of Chuya's clothes, without even piercing the outermost layer of fabric.

"Is this the welcome party you are preparing for?" Chuya Zhongya's voice came.

Shirase raised his head, let go of his hands in fear from the cold eyes of the red-haired boy, and fell to the ground with his buttocks while backing away.

Nakahara Chuya reached out to remove the jammed dagger, walked towards Shirase,

"Don't, don't come here—!" Shirase kicked his feet back in horror, looking at Chuya's eyes, as if he saw a terrible monster that he couldn't understand.

"Why? Shirase?" Nakahara Chuya stopped and dropped the dagger.

"It's all your fault, Zhongya Zhongyuan! You betrayed the sheep first and joined the port mafia. Instead of waiting for us all to be killed, it's better to act first and get rid of you first!"

Shirase roared loudly, cold sweat dripping down his forehead, "What are you waiting for, kill him! Come out and kill him!"

As Shirase's voice fell, countless heavily armed soldiers emerged from the tombstone where they were hiding, and surrounded the red-haired youth in a half-surrounding manner.

"This is someone from GSS?"

Zhong also looked around at the soldiers holding wooden bins, and after sweeping behind the soldiers, the members of the [sheep] who were also holding wooden bins facing him, his eyes froze.

"It turns out that what I have done is a hindrance to you?"

The king of sheep, Zhongyuan Zhong also smiled wryly.

"No, we are very grateful to you, Chuya." Seemingly gaining confidence from the alliance, Shirase climbed up, pulled out the wooden warehouse from his waist and pointed it at Chuya,

"You protected the organization without asking for anything in return. We will keep that in mind. But compared to an uncontrollable GSS like you, it is more reassuring for the [sheep] to cooperate with purely profit-oriented GSS."

"So, please help [sheep] one last time now."

Holding the wooden warehouse, Shirase raised his chin and ordered: "Kill him."

Countless bullets poured into the Central Plains like a torrential rain. The red-haired boy stopped all the bullets with his supernatural power, and kicked up the dust to cover the enemy's sight.

Chuya looked at the [sheep] organization with complicated eyes, turned around and manipulated gravity and jumped off the cliff.

"Catch up! Don't let him escape!"

Shirase rushed to the edge of the cliff and yelled at the waves below, "You can't escape the Nakahara Chuya GSS and the Tongmenghui all Yokohama are looking for you, you can't hide for long!"

The ochre-haired boy leaned against the cave under the cliff, raised his head and stared at the sky, and laughed lowly as if mocking himself for a while,

"What kind of king of sheep, it turned out that I was the one who was least needed..."

At this time, Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that the shou hidden in his chest was hot. He lowered his head and carefully lifted it out, and was surprised to find that the shou was glowing slightly.

"Oh, isn't this the dwarf? Your situation doesn't look good, do you need help?"

A familiar voice suddenly appeared, and Nakahara Chuya subconsciously hid the glowing Omori in his palm.

"... Dazai? Why are you here?" A trace of bewilderment appeared on Chuya's face.

"It's work."

"By the way, give some poor outcast dwarf a hand."

Osamu Dazai stared at Chuya Nakahara silently for a while, and then showed a smile ready to say something.

At the same time, Shirase, who was yelling at the bottom of the cliff, didn't notice that the poisoned dagger that had been thrown in the grass moved, and pierced into his back with lightning speed.

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Nakahara Chuya, 15 years old.

This year, his daily life under the sun officially came to an end.

When his peers entered high school, he took Mori Ogai's token and became a member of the port mafia.

Only by becoming stronger can we protect the things around us from being slipped away.

If there is something lacking, fill it in with ten or twenty times the action.

This year, the teenager who lost his family and companions at the same time, his eyes were like diamonds, and he once again showed the innocent look of a newborn. He swore an oath to the organization on one knee, dedicating his blood and loyalty.

He swore in his heart that one day, when he met a certain boy again, what he would lose would be firmly in his hands again.

That was the starting point of everything he aspired to.

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postscript

After joining the Port Mafia, Chuya Nakahara took the time to return to the shrine.

"For the time being, I won't be coming back."

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked around at the familiar homes, missing the owner's house, showing a profound loneliness.

The young man took a deep breath, suppressing the turbulent emotions in his heart.

He said he was packing his luggage, but in fact, the red-haired boy took nothing but the photo album that recorded everything.

For him, everything here, without that person, has no meaning of nostalgia.

Until the return of his shrine maiden, this shrine is sealed, a place where time no longer flows.

The red-haired boy locked the gate of the inner courtyard, turned and left.

Chuya Nakahara acted like a starting gun, and the moment he stepped out with his left foot, the shrine began to dissipate.

At the beginning, it was an unobtrusive carved column pattern, and then various furniture was added after the teenager and the boy lived in.

Finally, there are clothes, dishes, strange bears, trash cans made of water heaters...

——And, the omamori that the red-haired boy hid on his chest.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stopped in his tracks, and he turned his head as if feeling something, what happened in front of him made his cobalt blue pupils widen to the maximum.

"This is--!"

The ocher-haired boy turned around abruptly. The place that was once called "home" was slowly fading from the foundation, and all the traces added later turned into light spots in the air, floating high into the sky and disappearing.

What a joke!

This is, what are you kidding——!

Terrible power and momentum also erupted in the Central Plains.

He punched the blue stone slab of the shrine, and the dark red supernatural power quickly spread forward along the cracks in the spider web under the fist, until it completely enveloped the huge shrine.

But this only caused the collapse of the shrine to stay for a second. After a second, the shrine in front of the red-haired boy disappeared at an even more terrifying speed.

"What the hell are you! Are you actually trying to take away all traces of that guy from me?!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also screamed in pain, gravity abilities appeared on his body surface, but he couldn't find the target to attack.

In the end, he could only look at the shrine furiously but powerlessly, gradually regressing back to the barren state when he first saw it. The traces of his life with the god Shuri for decades were not even worth a [cleaning] of the rules.

On the third day of the disappearance of Shenshang Zhuli,

Seven years ago, Yokohama City officially ushered in [Time and Space Cleansing].

The halo of cleansing centered on the sky above the shrine, like ripples on the surface of the water, expanding outward circle by circle until it completely covered the sky above Yokohama.

Someone stopped what they were doing, and after a few seconds of unanimous silence, they continued to work unaware;

Some people move forward without stagnation. They have never had contact with people who do not belong to this time and space, and of course there is no need to clean them.

- Unusual amnestics.

——Fill the loopholes with safe parts.

The power of the law of space and time is running at high speed. When the interference and obstacles disappear, the world line of Yokohama is slowly returning to the original track.

Zhong Yuanzhong also clenched the photo album in his hands, and this photo album that recorded everything in their past was slowly disappearing, just like the memories that were gradually being sealed in his head.

——【"Damn it! Then I don't want to call you 'Central Plains-san' anymore! After all, I'm obviously so much older than you now!"]

——【"Chuya-chan, let's take a bath together!"】

——["It's alright, Chuya-chan."]

——["Now, I met Zhongye-chan! Zhongye-chan is also my important family member!"]

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——["Good afternoon, Nakahara-san, I'm God Shuri, your future--best friend."]

Memories of the past were like flowing water, flashing through Zhongyuan Zhongye's mind one by one, and being blurred one by one.

Before those memories disappeared, the ochre-haired boy clenched the only photo left in his hand——

It was his last year in middle school, with Kamami Shuri under the cherry blossom tree.

Zhong Yuanzhong also widened his eyes, watching it gradually shrink until it disappeared completely.

It doesn't matter.

In the end, Zhongyuan Zhong also closed his eyes, and what the boy said came to his mind——

——"The fate that has been formed will not disappear just like this. One day, we will meet again."

That's right, the bond formed will not disappear.

At that time, I will definitely not——

Wow, the transparent cleaning ripples exploded like fireworks over Yokohama. Under the silent and huge momentum, the city stopped for a moment, and in the next moment, time resumed

Two seconds later, when Chuya Nakahara, a new member of the port mafia, opened his eyes, he found himself standing in an old shrine

Strange, what is he doing here?

The Mafia looked around alertly and suspiciously.

Forget it, it shouldn't matter.

The ocher-haired mafia who couldn't think of a clue shook his head. He stood under the torii gate, took a last look at the dilapidated building in front of him, turned and left

In Yokohama, a remote curry restaurant

Oda Sakunosuke, who had just received the amulet, raised his head in surprise, and looked at Osamu Dazai, who had a serious face the last second, and now he came over curiously, and naturally asked about the wooden box in his hand.

Oda Sakunosuke suppressed the surprise in his heart, and calmly repeated the words that Osamu Dazai told him,

"It was the amulet given by the witch when I went to a shrine before. It should be quite effective."

——Oda Saku, this amulet is an important thing left to you and your future family by Kamami Shuri, so be sure to carry it with you.

——Also, I may have forgotten [God Shuri] at some point, maybe now, maybe the next second.

——In short, when you find out, never mention his name to the second person until you see him again.

[Volume [-]: End of the Priestess Who Spits Out]

The author has something to say:

Cough, that’s right, it’s me [Time and Space Cleansing] in the end!Surprised or not, unexpected!

The time and space that the god boy returned to was indeed Yokohama 16 years ago eight years ago in this world line

It's just that the traces left behind were all cleaned up by time and space as bugs

The memory is also completely sealed, and the gaps are filled with other causes and effects

That's why, Chuya-chan, is no longer on Rabo Street

Will become the king of sheep, and finally join the port mafia by mistake

Then the 22-year-old Chuya didn’t know Juri who just came to Yokohama

Also, to make a small addition

After his memory was sealed, Chuya, in his impression, was the one who was picked up by sheep after the original work was born.

Then became king of sheep, betrayed

The only difference is...the knife didn't go in ==

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Known clues:

end of world line

Others temporarily seal the memory of the god boy

Odasaku

Because there is a dimensional witch

Amulet provided by Yuko Ichihara

escaped the purge of time and space

Successfully kicked over the bento in the mimic period

感谢在2020-08-3001:30:37~2020-08-3019:49:16期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 rosemary focaccia;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of white rabbit and non-rabbit;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!