The favorability system is broken, I decided to put on a vest

dark night.

The dark Mori's office.

In the silent corridor, footsteps sounded, from far to near, and finally paused in front of the familiar office.

"I am back."

She pushed the door straight in, but there was no one waiting for her inside.

She glanced across the empty office and suddenly laughed.

……

A moonless night.

Mori Miyuki sat in a familiar office, in front of a familiar seat, only the shadow cast by the warm yellow desk lamp accompanied her.

In the past, she didn't feel lonely, because she was heartless and ruthless, and she was invincible.

Now she also doesn't feel lonely, because she knows that those who have accompanied her do exist.

She was finally starting to see more—

For example, the pots of small prickly prickly pears that were raised on the balcony were brought by Xiaolan who likes to worry.

Xiaolan also knew that Shen Xuexue was actually quite a careless person in some respects, so after she brought back these pots of cacti, she didn't expect Shen Xuexue to remember to water every day, but made a water control dripper ingeniously, Let Mori Miyuki just think of it from time to time to add water to the water control dripper.With the water control dripper and cactus, Xiaolan is very optimistic about the future of these small potted plants.

Another example is the unfinished Sudoku game on the desk, which was left by Conan to appease the escaped boy detective team.

Although the final result of the Sudoku game was that the older children were addicted to Sudoku, the younger children dispersed, and until Xiaolan took everyone away, a certain older child was still reluctant to part with this unfinished Sudoku game, turning back three times at one step, But Mori Miyuki wanted to suppress it maliciously, and didn't give Conan a chance to take it away.

There are also the increasingly rich seasonings, kitchen knives and tableware in the kitchen, all left by that Sawada Tsunayoshi.

When he was in charge of cooking, his enthusiasm for kitchen knives increased day by day. In just a few months, he expanded a set of knives, including not only chef's knives and slicer knives commonly used by chefs in western restaurants. , steak knife, peeling knife, salmon knife, bone chopping knife, civil and martial arts knife, filming knife, roasting meat knife... Regarding this, Mori Miyuki once laughed at this kid as "a poor student with a lot of stationery".

There are even teaching materials and books on bomb disposal that were turned upside down on the coffee table, as well as various dangerous gadgets in the study room, which were left by the ghost teachers Matsuda Jinpei and Hagiwara Kenji.

As well as the small ornaments on the wall from Ayumi, the plate of expensive snacks on the table from the lady who often lost cats... these things have always been by her side, but in the past, her eyes were too high, The place of gaze is too far away to see these small and real things.

She knew she liked this place, but she never knew why.

But now, she finally learned to stop and pay attention to everything around her.

And so she finally understood—

She actually likes the world.

She likes every bit of temperature in the world.

·

On the second day after returning to the office, Mori Miyuki called and returned the cemetery he had originally planned.

The system was taken aback.

[cemetery? !You still ordered this thing? !When was it decided? ! ]

Mori Shenxue said casually: [When the last long-term mission ended... I think it's boring to live too long, so I set up a cemetery, and I plan to go in and lie down when I'm free. ]

system:[……]

Do you think you are a vampire?

Is it okay to lie down in the coffin?

At this moment, even an "artificial mental retardation" like the system has already had a hunch and began to understand something——

Perhaps this host named Mori Miyuki never thought of being resurrected from the very beginning.

Her initial struggle was simply unwilling to reconcile that her own life and death were both cold and meaningless, so when she lived an ideal life as Uzumaki Mito, she no longer had any attachment to life.

If you think about it carefully, it is true.

After returning from Naruto World, the host's mood was actually not high, but it hadn't noticed it all the time, just like it didn't notice when Mori Miyuki ordered the cemetery.

[Then why have you changed your mind now? ] The system couldn't help asking.

Mori Miyuki smiled: [Because it's too cold there...]

She paused: [I really prefer a warmer place. ]

……

After that, time flies by.

When the vortex of time in the sky became smaller and weaker under the monitoring of Mori Miyuki, the defeat of the black organization became a foregone conclusion.

So Kudo Shinichi, who hadn't seen him for a long time, appeared again and shocked the world with a stunning appearance.

And also on this day, a talented girl named Miyano lived in somewhere in Mihua Town. I heard that she has a somewhat mysterious but promising job, and has a good relationship with a certain doctor who lives in 2-chome.

Later, when Mori Miyuki, Xiaolan and Sonoko were out drinking coffee, they accidentally saw a handsome black-skinned blond guy passing by.

Yuanzi looked at this handsome guy, his face was flushed, his heart was pounding, and he felt as if he had met love.

"But... Strange, have I seen that handsome guy somewhere?"

Mori Miyuki smiled and said, "All the handsome guys are reunions after a long time for Yuanzi, right?"

"Ha! You guys—you know me too well!" Yuanzi laughed, and then looked at Xiaolan teasingly, "By the way, your guy hasn't confessed to you yet?"

"...What, what! Sonoko, stop asking such questions!"

All three laughed and chattered.

On the other side, Toru Amuro, who was passing by, was moved, and looked back at the three people behind the window, frowned, feeling inexplicably surprised.

"...Why do I always feel like I've seen them somewhere?"

But soon, the busy schedule dilutes this weird idea.

"The clearance of the organization in Japan has been roughly completed, and the next thing to do is..."

He thought in his heart and walked to his own world.

Then, another month passed.

Mori Miyuki looked at the last ripples in the sky that hadn't calmed down, and her head was full of question marks.

But she has no experience in sorting out the underlying logic of the world, so she can only sit still and wait for a while to see if the world has the ability to automatically repair.

——Until she passed by a cafe outside a certain publishing house and ran into a certain bald writer Nakahara Nakaya who was rejected.

"Strange... how to change it?"

At that time, the former king of sheep and the terrifying cadre of the port mafia turned into a writer with a face like a social animal, frowning and muttering at the manuscript returned by the editor.

"Too bloody and violent? Will it create a psychological shadow for readers? What are you doing, is it called bloody to this extent??"

While talking, the social animal began to revise the text with a sad face.

Outside the window, Mori Shenxue was dumbfounded and had nothing to say.

The system sighed endlessly at this: [Sin!This is all the sin of you woman! ]

Sen Shenxue was a little hesitant: [How do I know that he believes everything I say...] After a pause, her words were subtle, [But it should be a good thing to stay away from Hong Kong and black, and you don't have to work overtime, after all, even that man named Osamu Dazai The leader looks like he hasn't slept well for a long time, let alone being his subordinate...]

——Only a worker can understand a worker!

The system said quietly: [So the existence of this visitor from another world should be the source of the delay in straightening out the time logic of this world. ]

Mori Miyuki changed his words immediately: [However, Mihua Town is still too peaceful, and he is out of tune with this great writer. I think the editorial department in Yokohama is more suitable for him. ]

System: [... Heh, woman. ]

Mori Miyuki walked into the cafe immediately, pretending to be a book lover, using the manuscript in the hands of this great writer as an entry point, first affirmed his literary level, and then shared a common enemy with him, dissed a certain immovable man from Mihua Town The editor who revised the draft, she finally said regretfully:

"It's a pity that I can't read Mr. Nakahara's masterpiece in full in the published book...Ah, yes, I heard that the editorial department in Yokohama will have a looser review of manuscripts, and basically will not use 'bloody violence'. It’s a ridiculous reason to reject manuscripts, but I heard that they don’t seem to accept manuscripts from unfamiliar authors...It’s a pity, it’s a pity..."

After leaving behind these words and the thoughtful Nakahara Chuya, Mori Miyuki didn't care too much, and walked away.

Then, sure enough.

After about ten days, the vortex in the sky completely subsided.

Mori Miyuki once took a day to go around Yokohama, but this time, the feeling of a different world that made her see double images, as well as the iconic five black buildings, have all disappeared.

——This chaotic and disorderly world has finally calmed down completely.

And the system that has been with Mori Miyuki until now is finally time to leave.

……

[The main system is calling me back... It seems our journey is finally over.What a relief, at least you're still alive. ]

[cut. ]

[…So, you really don’t intend to resurrect? ]

[There is no need for that, there is no one waiting for me in that world. ]

[Right. ] In fact, it also had a hunch, [Then what are you going to do in the future? ]

[Live well, what else can I do? ]

[Will there be any regrets? ]

[I will let myself have no regrets. ]

[… I see, then, goodbye. ]

[Ha, bye. ]

……

However, what Mori Miyuki didn't know was that the system did not leave directly after saying goodbye to her, but circled in the void, leaving behind a letter sent six years later.

[Just as justice should be served, so should kindness be rewarded. ]

[So your kindness to this world should also be rewarded. ]

[I know, to you, I should only be regarded as an 'artificial mental retardation'...but I still think you will like this gift. ]

The system nodded, looking at his arrangement, he felt that he was really a clever little ghost.

[Think of it as a surprise for the 'saviors'! ]

……

The distorted and stagnant time and world finally began to move forward because of a kindness that did not expect anything in return.

It will keep going, faster and faster, until it reaches the end that everyone wants to reach.

·

In the Vengley base, Tsunayoshi Sawada is suffering from daily headaches.

At this time, more than a year had passed since defeating Bai Lan.

At that time, with Prynne's disappearance, all traces caused by Prynne's abuse of the power of Mare's ring, even death itself, were all wiped away, so whether it was the dead people or the destroyed buildings OK, everything is back to normal.

The world became lively again.

But excitement also means chaos.

So Sawada Tsunayoshi once again lived a life of helping his guardians control their emotions while cleaning up the family business.

"I hope everyone will not be too happy... In short... at least... don't fight within this month?"

"Wow! Boss! It's not good! Varian's people are fighting with Master Prison Temple again in the back mountain!"

"..." Let him be spared!

The tenth generation of Pengelie held his forehead in grief in the study, feeling that his future was really bleak.

And at this moment, very rare, Coulom stepped into his study on his own initiative, holding something in his hand.

Sawada Tsunayoshi was a little surprised, but soon smiled gently, and said, "It's so rare that Mukuro would let you come here... Did something happen?"

Coulom smiled gently at the good-tempered leader, shook his head, and handed him the things in his hand.

"No, Boss, I received a letter from six years ago...but it was addressed to you..."

A letter from six years ago?

Sawada Tsunayoshi's astonished eyes fell on the unsigned letter in Coulom's hand.

At this moment, he was slightly in a trance, his heartbeat began to speed up, and a feeling of almost drunken premonition came to his mind, which made him feel afraid of the answer to this letter almost instantly.

But it was only for a moment, he came back to his senses, took the letter steadily, and slowly opened it.

A warm afternoon, a slightly drunken holiday.

The bright sunlight fell, illuminating the letter and the young man's smiling and expecting eyes.

·

It's all over long ago.

Everything is about to begin.