Writer saves the world

Regarding the changes in the war situation, the public didn’t notice anything at first. They just felt that there were more policemen on the street, and the army was stationed in important areas from time to time. Moreover, celebrities and politicians were suddenly quiet in the newspaper news. Many officials who would come out every now and then to promote their political achievements gave up their space, and the press circles all over the world aspired to be abnormally quiet.

Maybe something is going to happen.

The people felt the urgency of the storm coming from the experience of surviving in the war for more than ten years.

But everything is too far away from them, and they can't change anything after knowing it. The long war has numb their nerves. They just hoard supplies as usual, or try to move to a safer place.

Like worker ants in an ant nest, silent and forbearing no one cares.

This is especially true in the United States and Japan, which are far away from the main battlefields in Europe. The information about the war is always updated a little slower. People just flipped through the delayed war news in the newspaper, and immediately made a judgment.

"There must be a major event in the government. More than 20% of the president...is assassinated or has an accident that endangers his life, so he can't even show his face to stabilize public opinion." The young Fitz who uttered these words swears Mr. Gerrard, a [-]-year-old young man who has just earned his first pot of gold in his life, gave advice to a table full of newspapers.

Miss Zelda, who was listening to him, looked at him with tenderness and emotion.Zelda didn't take Fitzgerald's words very seriously. As a banker's daughter, she understood the operation mode of political games better than Fitzgerald, who was born in poverty. If it really involved the safety of the president Her father would not be in the mood to take his lover on a hunting trip.

But so what if Fitzgerald was talking nonsense, she was very fond of his lover's high-spirited and lovely appearance.

"Then if I hear any news from my father," Zelda stood up, stretched out his arms to wrap around Fitzgerald's neck, and sweetly pecked the corner of his lips lightly, "you have to pay me A good price."

Fitzgerald held his lover in his arms, and the fragrance of a girl, like a flower, blew away the business empire that he had built in his head ten years later, although he managed to save a small corner to think about the next international situation and Ninety-nine percent of gold digging activities, but the only thing in the head is the love that burns out the reason.

The young man nestled affectionately in a chair, whispering lingering words of love, but he did not know that Shuji, who had just passed his ninth birthday in Japan far away, also made the same judgment as Fitzgerald.

Even what Xiuzhi saw was further away.He just sat in the living room and listened to the adults talking, and combined with what he heard in the news during this period, he guessed that not only the United States, not just Japan, but the heads of the most important European countries that participated in the war may not have escaped. However, only in this way can the countries that usually want to pinch each other's weaknesses to kill them fall into the delicate stalemate.

No one knows which country or which organization has the courage to do such a big event, and has the ability to instigate the transcendence of their country, which should be the most loyal and least betrayal. Before the betrayal, no one discovered those few There was something wrong with the Transcendents, and even after turning up their residence office safe house upside down, they couldn't find a trace of their contact with each other.

As if the fact is that several transcendents decided to betray at the same time, and at the same time chose to kidnap the head of state to escape, and then kidnapped the heads of all major countries all over the place like a stamp collection?

This is so ridiculous, so ridiculous that they can't even think of a reason for the betrayal of the Transcendents.

What makes them more nervous is the transcendents who have not betrayed. They have to wonder if there are hidden hidden dangers that have not jumped out.

France suffered the most severe losses, and lost hundreds of elite troops and the artificial island built at a high price. Britain suffered the heaviest loss. It lost its prime minister and the best dad in the world, Wilde. Before leaving, Wilde The fire burned most of the manor, and most of the closely guarded paintings in the collection room have been proved to be useless.

British supernatural beings rely on Wilde's portrait as a cover, and dare to fight and fight on the battlefield without fear of death. The direct consequence is that the portrait has to be repaired almost once a year, giving Wilde ample opportunity to steal.

Wilde felt that the British government had to be grateful to him for letting the portrait become invalid in the current state of stalemate where no country dared to act rashly. Otherwise, without the portrait, the British people with supernatural powers who were restrained would not be able to beat them with full firepower. People with supernatural powers from other countries who have been shamed before.

At present, no country or organization has claimed responsibility for this incident. Several transcendents united to move at a frightening speed. It is by no means a plan that was decided on the spur of the moment. It is still unclear about the situation in each country and blockades itself. In just a few days after the leader was kidnapped, the largest and fattest fish in the pond were taken away.

That's great.

Xiu Zhi thought to himself, and couldn't help but wonder what kind of person could have such courage and courage—he couldn't understand exactly what kind of weight a head of state is at this age, but he thought it must be A big man much bigger than his father.

"Oh, we're talking about ourselves." Father's guest suddenly noticed Xiu Zhi sitting in the corner, "Xiu Zhi is bored, it's all old men's boring topics."

The guest laughed while talking, Xiu Zhi had no choice but to pull the corners of his mouth to show a flattering smile, and responded in as lively a tone as possible: "Brother Yingzhi read the newspaper to me, I know who those people are!"

The guest laughed harder as if he was amused, "Then I will test you."

He asked some questions like coaxing a child, so simple that Xiuzhi curled up his toes while his legs were numb while answering... He saw his father showing a satisfied smile, and humbly said something about the compliments of the guests, saying that he was just a naughty kid...

——The guest's praise is false, and the father's modesty is also false.

Like a math problem where one plus one equals two, everyone’s hypocrisy/naked/naked was written in front of Xiu Zhi’s eyes, so empty and boring that his whole world was dyed gray and white. He couldn’t hear the sound for a moment, as if he was watching a A funny and absurd black and white mime.

He suddenly wanted to scream, to jump up and run out of the living room, tearing up his cumbersome and heavy kimono.

These emotions fell into his heart like sludge, making him sad, as if he was sick somewhere.

With a smile on Xiu Zhi's face, he lowered his head to look at the wrinkled hem of his clothes, and caressed it with his hands trying to hide it.He tried to make himself think about what was going on in other parts of the world—things that were more interesting than the boring and hypocritical socializing in front of him, things that made his heart jump.

Recently, the guy named Ryunosuke Akutagawa who is a brat wrote a letter again. I don’t know what made him write to himself so persistently. Obviously, his reply was very rude, and he was called by the brat’s brother. I wrote a letter and scolded him.

It's not like he doesn't have a brother...

Xiu Zhi bit his lower lip, knowing that even if his brothers knew about it, they wouldn't write letters and scold them back, let alone write them in a rhythmic and hearty way like that "Central Plains Central City", as if they wrote a song specially written for him. scold his long poem.

Of course, Xiu Zhi was not the kind of child who would be scolded obediently. He imitated and wrote the counterattack letter without hesitation, but he hesitated when he was about to send it. The letter is still pressed at the bottom of his cabinet.

In case, in case he scolds too much, Akutagawa Ryunosuke will not send him a letter...

Akutagawa Ryunosuke's latest letter said that their family went to England and spent several days in London.The weather in London is bad and it's raining all the time, but the fish and chips are delicious. At night, I saw a big wild fox taking a little fox across the road. The brightly lit night scene is like the stars in the sky reflected on the water.

When they went back, their family took a very beautiful British uncle to the airport with him. He has blond hair and blue eyes, just like the archangel on the church murals.That uncle gave Uncle Ming a large bouquet of beautiful roses, and drew a sketch of their house on the way. Akutagawa Ryunosuke copied the sketch of the whole family together and put it in the letter, so that Shuji would know what he looked like .

——There is an uncle, two brothers and a sister, standing in the middle with a serious and childish face, who hates the appearance of little ghosts.

Shuji refused to admit that he was a little jealous, so he unilaterally decided to hate Ryunosuke Akutagawa, and in the living room full of smoke and tea, he couldn't help imagining what fish and chips would taste like.

Will it be delicious...

What does the night look like when the lights are brightly lit like falling stars? After nightfall, the dark Aomori countryside is only full of stars, and the rustling insects are even more silent.

And the archangel in the church mural...

Xiu Zhi had never been to a church. He knew that there was a small church nearby, so he sneaked in expectantly, but he didn't see any beautiful murals.

The colorful light reflected by the stained glass windows shrouded him inside, and Xiu Zhi suddenly felt that the place was too small, too cramped for him to breathe, and the outside world was so big that it seemed to be able to accommodate the existence of a strange child like him .

Want to go outside, want to go further afield.

Yokohama, Tokyo, London...

And Paris, New York, and even the world twenty thousand miles under the sea that he read about in "Contending"...

Xiuzhi looked up at the statue of the Virgin in the church, as if seeing vivid and beautiful crimson on the Virgin's peeling copper cheeks.

When he goes to many, many places and sees more and more beautiful scenery than Akutagawa Ryunosuke, he will also write many letters to that annoying person, telling him to taste his current mood.

……

……wrong.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke can roll around and act like a baby and ask his family to take him there. The family spoils the child so much that they have no manners at all. If they act like a baby, they will definitely agree to him.

Gee.

Xiu Zhi snorted, and was picked up by the maid who came to him in a hurry and took him home forcibly.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke is indeed a nuisance.

Xiu Zhi thought gloomyly.

No, he wasn't jealous of him.

Not at all.