Immersive Script Experience Master

The night breeze gently caressed the hair, and the soft hair was gently rippling.

"Master Zhongyuan? Why did you fall asleep in this kind of place?"

He slowly opened his eyes, staring blankly at the brightly lit city.

"Master Zhongyuan?"

"Ah." Zhong Yuanzhong also responded casually.

He seemed to have had a long dream.After flexing and stretching the fingers a few times, the feeling of [what] still exists in the palm.

The mafia watched their cadres stand on the roof for a while, then suddenly turned and walked downstairs.

I just felt a gust of wind pass by.

The mafia looked at each other wondering what happened to the always reliable cadres, could it be the belated period of rebellion?

Zhong Yuanzhong also ignored his subordinates who were waiting for him to get on the car, and rode on the huge red motorcycle. There was a roar, and the subordinates looked at the disappearing cadre, and asked everyone's doubts again.

"What happened to Lord Zhongyuan?"

Nakahara Chuya rode all the way back to his residence, and started searching around as soon as he got home.

The closet was wide open, and the neatly folded clothes were thrown out one by one, all the drawers were opened, and things were piled up on the floor in a mess.

Where is it?

I searched the house but couldn't find it, Nakahara Chuya's mood is getting worse and worse.

Until the moonlight refracted a tiny spot of light, the handsome mafia cadre crawled on the ground regardless of his image, and finally found a small silver ring in the small shadow at the corner of the table.

The gemstones on it were surprisingly large, but not large enough to attract the attention of Mafia cadres.

So what makes him so urgent is not the value of this ring.

Zhongyuan Zhong also carefully wiped off the dust on it, and accidentally pushed a hidden button on the side of the gemstone.

Pat, a photo appeared in front of Chuya Nakahara.

It was a photo of two people, and even though there was only one person in his field of vision, he insisted on it.

Who would the other be?

He didn't know when this ring appeared in his house. After this dream, his brain, which had been blinded all along, suddenly cleared the fog and woke up from the chaotic state.

Then he realized that he had lost something very important.

I will remember it someday.

He didn't realize how tenderly he looked at the ring.

He put the ring on his ring finger with great care, and it was unexpectedly suitable.

At that moment, an invisible boundary that only existed in the void was broken, and the supreme being watching everything showed a satisfied smile.

[If you regard emotion and memory as the most important cornerstones of human beings, they are the only characteristics of human concepts.

So when these traits are stripped, can people separate themselves from the category of human beings?

Is it... the concept of blessing gods can be artificially blessed for oneself?

Elevated into a god with a human body——

For...false gods.

Gods can only descend on human bodies, but cannot descend on the bodies of gods.

However, people cannot lose their emotions and memories, which will make the soul fall into the abyss of despair, and no one can bear such pain.

......

A long, long time ago, a weak human being who was not even qualified to be watched by God had the idea that it shouldn't exist.

He did not want to be a sacrifice to God.

Such an outrageous idea.

In order to regain his body from the gods, he forced himself to maintain the state of a false god, thereby prolonging his life, but also made the gods more interested in taking his body away.

Restoring memories, restoring emotions, either of these can bring false gods down from the altar. 】

When a person wants to accomplish something, even the will of the world is helping him, then there is nothing he cannot accomplish.

Conversely, if the will of the world wants you to do something, then you have no right to refuse.

Languages ​​beyond human comprehension are all conveying the unique will of God.

[When you fall from the altar and learn to love people, humans, and the world again, then...]

"You will be mine."

The black-haired boy curled up in a small chair in a room covered with spells.

"Yugu Yuta, special-grade curse spirit Kimoto Rika, sentenced to death."

The boy curled himself up even tighter, closing himself in his own small world.

That's fine, don't worry about anything, just hold Lixiang's curse like this, let's end it.

Suddenly there was a different sound in the silent space.

He is a high-level person in the magic world, and Yi Gu Youtai doesn't need to look up to know.

Ah, I'm going to talk about that again anyway.

"Student Yi Gu?" An unfamiliar, soft voice like a spring breeze sounded.

Yi Gu Youtai raised his head slowly, and a black-haired man in a white coat came out from among the elderly people.

"I am your psychological counselor."

The man said and showed him a gentle smile,

"Kamiya, Kamiya Mingichi, please give me more advice from now on."

......

Shen Guming rubbed his head and got up, picked up the phone to check, this time nearly a month has passed.

Fortunately, before he wrote the new script, he had already told people he knew that he would go out to collect music for more than two months, otherwise he would not be lying at home now, but would be sent to the hospital.

I'm so hungry, the first thing I do when I wake up is to find something to eat.

As for the script that has just been completed, there is no time to worry about it.

After filling his stomach, Shen Guming turned on his phone to check the messages he had received this month.

At the front is Wujo Wu's, there is no content, I just want to try a newly opened dessert shop with him.

Then Toru Amuro and Conan Edogawa sent him text messages asking when he would come back. There was something important and they wanted to see him.

Uncle Ming asked him what he was going to do with the latest batch of goods. The brackets were not for the boss.

There are also guests 12345... Ming Guming replied to them one by one.

"We can go to eat together, how is the recent teacher job?"

"I'm back today, what time and where are you going to meet?"

"The matter of the goods has not been dealt with, and I will go and have a look at it in two days."

"Health is fine, and we can meet with guests again"

In the evening, he received his guests again after a month.

Since receiving a pension at the Future Company's trial meeting last time, the recent guests are particularly fond of throwing money at him.

Kamiya Ming is also full of energy when he receives people.

In the middle of the night, after seeing off today's guests, another unexpected visitor arrived.

Fu Heisher: "What did you do to Hui? He reacts violently when he hears you now."

Kamiya Mingichi: "It's a long story, but it has nothing to do with you."

Fuheshier just asked casually, and this is not the main purpose of his visit this time.

"It's not the right time for you to come back. I advise you to go back wherever you came from."

A lot of things happened in this month. Some people were looking for Mingichi Kamiya. Everyone knew that he was out collecting folk songs, but they searched all over the country, but they couldn't find anyone.

It's like he just disappeared out of thin air.

Fu Heisher didn't care where he went, but he just occasionally showed a little kindness to someone who was also the sky and the man with no magic power, who could be said to be his cousin after calculation.

This made Shen Gu Mingyi in trouble, "I can't go back."

"Tsk, it's up to you, or you can call that kid from the Wutiao family to watch over you, and just don't leave for 24 hours."

This is unrealistic, let alone protecting him 24 hours a day, Gojo Satoru himself has no time to sleep, and is carrying this decaying ship of the magic world with his own strength so as not to sink.

Kamiya Mingichi didn't worry for long.

Isn't there an idler in front of you?

"Fu Hei Lord..."

"I can protect you," Fu Heisher said calmly before Shen Guming finished speaking, "but I have to charge you, I'm very expensive."

"How many?"

Fuheshier held out a hand.

"Five, 500?"

"5000 million, for the sake of you, I'll give you a 24% discount," Fu Heisher scratched his hair, "Don't be so unhappy, this is [-] hours, I'm in Niu Lang's shop is calculated by the hour, and the other party is quite tricky, and it is very likely that I will be hunted down in the future, and this price is considered a conscience price in the industry."

In Fuheshier's mouth, 5000 million seemed like a small amount, and what he said was about the same as five yuan.

The corner of Shen Guming's mouth twitched, "It's not worth so much money if you sell me."

Is he missing the 250 million?

In the end, Fu Heisher really thought about it seriously: "It's not necessarily true, it might be enough to sell you."

Not only that, his little cousin should be worth [-] million in the black market, um, let's talk about the price.If he sells it, he can still make a difference in the middle.

Many things can be hidden from people who follow the rules, but not from people who deviate from the rules.

The value of the little cousin is not only in the sky and the curse. It seems that after the death of his parents, he also had a very exciting experience. Now the whole person is like being formatted. There is nothing wrong with it. None of them will believe it.

The mainstream guess is that the so-called accident that the little cousin said is most likely related to that organization, a mysterious but terrifying organization with hands and eyes, and the person behind that organization—the strange doctor in urban legend.

It is said that it will always lead people willingly to hell and be swallowed by the abyss.

He is the sum of all the evils in the world.

Fu Heisher didn't believe it all, but he wouldn't let his guard down either.

From this point of view, his little cousin... is also quite remarkable, a person who bears a secret that attracts all forces, maybe once the truth is revealed, the whole world will change because of him, I He can still live in one place leisurely and run a small shop.

The nerves are also rough to a certain extent.

Shen Guming waved his hands again and again, "Go slowly, don't send me off."

He couldn't make up the money with all his wealth, not to mention selling him to Fu Heisher to protect him from loneliness, and he didn't think he was worth that much money.

Fu Heisher didn't mind, "Anyway, I brought it."

"I'll find a way."

Procrastination is just this bad thing, Kamiya Mingichi really can't get nervous.

At noon the next day, on the way home after Mingyi finished his meal, a Maybach stopped in front of him.

The car window moved down slowly, revealing the old man sitting in the car.

"Kamitani Naruichi." The inherently slow tone of the old man confirmed his name.

Kamiya Mingichi replied: "Yes?"

The old man nodded slightly, and a few big men got out of the car and directly supported him.

Running at such a time might irritate the other party. Maybe he wasn't prepared to kill him. If he got angry, his life might be in danger, and he couldn't run on Maybach with two legs.

Naruto Kamiya was brought to... Tokyo High School of Magic?

Blindfolded all the way up the elevator, stood still, and when he took off the blindfold, Kamiya Naruichi was already in a completely dark space. He could feel that there were many people around him, and the only bright one was the one where he was. Location.

He looked like a monkey being watched.

Here is the courtroom.

This realization is somewhat unpleasant.