How can I broadcast live in Yokohama as a normal person

Green light - so dazzling.

No matter what position they stand on, at this moment, they are all burning for the future of people, and what they emit is a warm flame that is not scorching.

The young teacher finally had a smile on his face again, looking at the extremely soft eyes of the young man shrouded in green light, he murmured in a low voice.

"sorry."

Closing his eyes, Aihara Qing handed over control of his body to another soul.Consciousness seems to be sunk into an abyss.The Colorless King finally took control of this body completely, but at this moment, there was only one thought left in his collapsed self - to kill Xiang Yuanqing.

He found that the soul has been able to leave the body freely, but...

As long as the sword of Damocles fell, then—the owner of the body would have no chance of surviving.

Thinking of this, the colorless mouth grinned, and the expression on his face was extremely nasty.Even for the weakest of kings, the power of intervention can still buy him time to let the great sword fall.

He has no intention of escaping from this body.

It would be better to say that he was able to drag many people to be buried with him - this kind of knowledge actually made the soul tremble with excitement.

......

The members of Scepter 4 have gathered above the base of the Green Clan, trying to find a way to the underground.

"Master! The colorless king's Weitzman deviation is out of control!"

The gray giant sword has disappeared, leaving only green light spots flying all over the sky.

Raising his head, Munakata Reiji adjusted the position of his glasses with his hands, and asked the first king standing behind him.

"That person...is his real purpose to destroy the slate?"

"...It's too messy." Walking forward, Baiyin's sanctuary has already unfolded, "That child...has never considered getting himself out of this plan at all."

The youth regards himself as a pawn on the chessboard, and keeps walking along the established route.

Aihara Kiyoshi was not the real king, so he couldn't control the Weizmann deviation value of the giant sword at all, and could only use his body as a coordinate to let the sword fall on the stone slab.And the owner of that sword will not let him go.

However...

It was too late to stop, Wang Jian's fall was a foregone conclusion.

......

underground space

The moment the giant sword touched the stone slab, the colorless king put away the sanctuary.He stretched out his hands, made a gesture of hugging, and raised his chin slightly to look at the white-haired young man who was close at hand.

"Come on... through my heart - kill me."

He is welcoming the death of this body.

Without hesitation, the moment the barrier disappeared, a green dazzling light penetrated straight into the young man's chest.However, there was a strange smile on the young man's face, as if death was something he had been longing for for a long time, and it was finally his long-cherished wish at this moment.

As if in slow motion, his body slowly fell backwards, and his black hair was scattered and raised beside his ears.

He fell on his back in the middle of the stone slab, blood spreading from the wound.The young teacher's eyes lost focus, and his last gaze fell on the tip of the sword that was getting closer and closer to him.

The fox-shaped soul flew out of the body with a grin, and hovered over the young teacher's corpse, condescending in a mocking manner.Immediately, the soul was annihilated by the falling giant sword.

"...What?"

Watching the huge sword body fall and finally nailed into the center of the stone slab, the pupils of Bishui shrank suddenly, watching the scene in front of him in disbelief.

"why..."

Why did he kill the young man, but the sword of Damocles did not disappear?

"Because he didn't lie to you." Fyodor walked to Bishuiliu's side and looked down at the young man's body pierced by the giant sword. "He is just an ordinary person without supernatural powers, not a king."

"You killed him like water."

Accompanied by the almost whispering whispers of the foreign youth, cracks appeared at the place where the stone slab touched the giant sword.

"Crack-"

The sound was not crisp, but rather dull, as if it was a elegy for the slate's own destruction.

The huge stone slab was torn apart under the impact of the falling sword.

The next moment, the white beam of light shot straight into the sky, and the swords of Damocles of the kings disappeared forever in this grand light.So far, along with the destruction of the stone slab, the established destiny has also been broken.

The imagined outbreak of royal power did not happen, and he fell to the ground without breaking away from the water flow, supporting his body with his hands, and his eyes kept falling on the broken body in the ruins.

At this moment—he already understood the youth's true intentions.

Feng Shengwu went to Bi Shuiliu and squatted down, with a forced smile on his face, he stretched out his hand to comfort the white-haired young man's head.

"Hi, hi, ~ Liu has done a good job."

Standing silently by the side, Yushao Shenzi's eyes flashed with a strange light—how happy he was, to be able to witness the two grandest and most beautiful scenes at the moment just now.

"It's...beautiful..."

Whether it is the completely released light of his king Bishuiliu, or the young man who was killed by his king and dedicated his life to mankind.

All - absolutely dazzling.

He has witnessed the most beautiful scenery in this life, so... extremely satisfied.

......

The blond girl in his arms gradually lost her warmth, and returned to her lifeless pale appearance.It seemed that the warmth and softness just now was just his illusion.

Fitzgerald realized - he had been deceived.

The cunning devil weaves a gorgeous dream, but... a dream is a dream after all, and cannot become a reality.The slate has been destroyed, which means - not even dreams can be woven again.

"—Fyodor!!"

Roaring and roaring, the man was like a beast that had lost all reason, his eyes covered in blood red.

"Calculate all my assets!"

The power transformed from money filled his body. Although the stone slab was destroyed, the supernatural power would not disappear immediately—he wanted the devil to pay the price.

A hand was suddenly placed on his shoulder.

"Extraordinary ability - disqualification in the world."

The black-haired youth easily counteracted all the strength he gathered.Following behind the young man were members of the Supernatural Secret Service Division and Scepter4.

Osamu Dazai first looked at the corpse in the ruins, and then moved his gaze to the Majin standing calmly not far away.

"Fyodor."

Smiling and looking at Dazai, Majin consciously raised his hands, not intending to resist.Surrounded by the Ability Secret Service Division, he was escorted to the police car on the ground.

Watching the back of the demon until it disappeared, feeling the struggle of the man under him, Osamu Dazai withdrew his gaze, turned his head to the leader of the group and said, "If you don't want to be imprisoned for investigation like Fyodor, it's best not to do anything. "

And... Lowering his eyes, the black-haired young man looked at the little girl lying on the ground as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.

"Those of us who are still living in the world have long since lost the right to meet them again."

"You at least met her once, don't be too greedy...Fitzgerald."

......

ten days later

Scepter4

Seri Awashima stood at his desk, holding a terminal in his hand.

"...The above is the resettlement results of the people who were most affected by the Gajudu incident. As well as the people who were endowed with supernatural powers on the day of the destruction of the stone, it has been determined that those supernatural powers have completely disappeared."

"However, the clan members of the royal family and the outsiders in Yokohama, their supernatural powers are showing an overall decline in power, and it is expected that they will completely disappear within ten years."

Putting down the jigsaw puzzle, Munakata Reiji nodded slightly to his deputy with his hands on his chin.

"Understood, thanks for your hard work, Awashima."

"Yes!"

After the report was over, Seri Awashima left the room.

Looking away, Munakata picked up the last piece of the puzzle again and placed it in the correct position.The original appearance of the puzzle is fully displayed.

He pursed his lips in satisfaction.

"Nice picture."

......

Armed Detective Agency

The destroyed office site was renovated again, and the members moved back to this familiar place.

In front of the computer, Kunikida Doppo is printing out the report he just finished.The door opened, and Dazai walked in.He was wet all over, and there were some fine weeds in his black hair.

"Yo~ Kunikida-kun, good morning!"

Taking a deep breath, putting the printed report aside, the veins on Kunikida's forehead bulged, "It's almost noon, you bastard! Don't leave all the work to me!"

Completely filtering the youth's roar out of his ears, Dazai hummed an out-of-tune tune, and opened the "Complete Suicide Manual".His eyes sparkled, as if he saw an interesting method of suicide.

"Oh—this one is good!"

"This guy..."

Kunikida walked up behind Dazai, took him by the collar and walked back, put him on the office seat, folded his hands in front of his chest, condescending.

"Give me an honest job today!"

Immediately, the report on the screen attracted his attention—it was a death report, and the photo in the upper right corner belonged to a black-haired youth.

Aihara Kiyoshi - that young psychology teacher.

Kunikida Doppo frowned, passed Dazai and put his hands on the table, leaning forward.

"Dazai, is this person... really dead?"

The casual expression on the black-haired young man's face disappeared, and his eyes moved to the lower right corner of the screen——the word 'dead' came into view.

"Who knows..."

Along with the news of this person's death, there was also a report of the disappearance of the cursed spirit.

If that person is really dead, then the curse spirit named Bai will definitely get out of control and kill everyone who killed his teacher.

However—to this day, ten days after the incident, the curse spirit still hasn't taken any action, and even people in the magic world can't find out about him.

So... is that person really dead?

Even though this fact has been written in black and white in the report, the DNA test has confirmed that the corpse is undoubtedly Aihara.

But—he didn't believe it.

All the clues point to the fact that that person is still alive, somewhere they don't know.

......

Combined stronghold

A long-haired young man wearing a mask pays a surprise visit.Strangely, he didn't say anything, just left a broken stone with strange patterns on it and disappeared.

Sitting on the sofa, Fitzgerald held the fragment in his hand and observed it carefully - the pattern on it was very familiar to him, from the destroyed stone slab.

That strange man... why did you give him the fragments of the slate?

However, at the next moment, the shards of the slate turned into a stream of light, falling on the sleeping blond girl.

The miraculous scene made Fitzgerald's eyes widen.

......

Turning her head, the reawakened girl smiled at the funny-looking adult.

"dad."

......

In the system space, the main system looked at the scene in front of it and asked the young man who had just returned.

"The remaining power of the slate is only enough for the supernatural ability to last for ten years. After ten years, the child will still die."

"Why give him extra hope?"

Taking off the mask, Aihara Kiyoshi turned his head and looked at the main system with a smile.

"Ten years is long enough for a human being." The man and his wife had plenty of time to say goodbye to their daughter.

......

in an unknown park

Arriving at the agreed place, the curse spirit named Bai sat on a bench in the park bored, staring blankly at the white dove of peace not far away.

"Teacher...if you don't come, you will be late."

The sound fell gently in the air, and was finally diluted and dissipated.Bai unconsciously recalled that scene in his mind - the power of the white-haired king penetrated the teacher's chest.The young teacher fell on the slate, and the red blood stained the grain of the slate.

Then... the huge sword pierced the youth's body.

And he, as the teacher's student, can't do anything except keep the field open.

Although every inch of his body clamored to rush to the young man's side and wipe out all those who hurt him.But—the teacher's words were like a noose that tightly strangled his neck, forcing him to stay where he was, unable to move.

"Trust me... Bai." In the memory, the young teacher stood in front of him with a smile, "Trust me that I won't leave you behind."

And he has always believed in his teacher.

and so--

'Don't lie to me, teacher. '

He couldn't bear any more deception.

Manu Ling held the terminal tightly with his hand, anxiously waiting for the final answer.

Familiar footsteps sounded from behind.

"Bai, I'm here to pick you up."