Hello!The high-risk profession of magical girl

Kashima Wakaba pressed the window sill weakly with her hands, she turned over very dexterously, then stepped on the edge of the window sill carefully, and took advantage of the momentum to jump onto the window sill on the first floor.

She squatted halfway, stabilized her figure, then quickly turned over again, and jumped off the window sill, rolling her body on the grass. The tiny grass blades and water droplets stained her clothes, but she didn't have time to take pictures. Going down, Kashima Wakaba has already ran towards the front quickly.

Water drops seeped into the clothes through the thin fabric, bringing a slight coolness.

Wakaba Kashima also saw the invitation letter that Mimic brought, and she instinctively imprinted the location in her mind, like a movie playback, and even remembered the surrounding details clearly.

The map seems to depict the mountainous area in the Yokohama area. Although few people come to it, it is not difficult to find it. If Kashima Wakaba remembers correctly, it is a private residence belonging to a certain nobleman.

I just don't know why, but now it can be occupied by mimic soldiers.

Although I know where it is, the journey is very far after all. When Kashima Wakaba found it, it was already dusk, and the sky showed a magnificent color like watercolor rendering.

In the field of vision, one can clearly see a luxurious bungalow sitting among the mountains. Probably due to disrepair, the snow-white wall skin is a little peeled off, but it is well covered by vines, adding a touch of simplicity.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the roof has that brand-new luster, as if it were glazed.

It is really conceivable that the identity of the owner here is either rich or noble.

But Kashima Wakaba's attention was not on the bungalow, she could feel the temperature of the setting sun diffused around her, but her fingertips became abnormally cold.

Kashima Wakaba exhaled lightly, and she tried her best to calm down her rapidly beating heart, because not only the bungalow in front of her eyes, but also the corpses of mimic soldiers lying on the floor.

There should have been a fierce battle here. Even though Oda Sakunosuke was single-handed, he possessed strength that cannot be underestimated. The blood of the dead soldiers dripped on the bushes like water, and the light of the setting sun Mixed together, the green leaves are dyed mottled.

Kashima Wakaba looked at them complicatedly, and there was a relieved smile on their faces, and they closed their eyes gently, as if sleeping peacefully, freezing the feeling of relief at the last moment of their lives.

Kashima Wakaba's mind timely remembered the mimic soldier who attacked the restaurant before.

He also seemed to have asked himself to help them out.

There must be some necessary reason, fighting to the end like a soldier.

So let's put it this way.

In a way, it was Oda Sakunosuke who redeemed them.

Within sight, dots of blood were flickering in the dim eyes, Kashima Wakaba gently closed her eyes, her fingers clenched slightly, and in the next second, it was as if she had made up her mind.

Kashima Wakaba opened his eyes again, no longer looking at the dead mimic soldiers, but began to run quickly towards the bungalow.

The carved door was just open, as if waiting for Kashima Wakaba, she ran in without hesitation, but couldn't help but stagger a little.

Although the aristocratic owner has left Yokohama, the decoration here still maintains the magnificence and magnificence of the past, but now, it has become a battlefield.

Because of the fierce battle just now, the surrounding area is almost a mess, the walls are full of chaotic bullet holes, and the blood of the mimic soldiers has already stained the carpet under their feet.

But without exception, all the dead soldiers smiled with relief, as if they saw the stairs leading to heaven for the last time.

Kashima Wakaba tried her best to let herself ignore everything that happened in front of her eyes, she gradually collected her confused thoughts.Then she ran upstairs even faster, the sound of her footsteps was swallowed by the soft carpet, and the stained glass windows behind her reflected an unusually brilliant luster on her body.

The heart that has been beating wildly cannot be calmed down.

But at this moment, Kashima Wakaba suddenly heard a piercing roar, as if the gunpowder exploded, and she even felt the floor under her feet tremble a little.

Kashima Wakaba felt that his ears were also roaring, and there seemed to be a small echo rippling in his ears.

This sound gave her an instant headache.

If the guess is correct, Oda Sakunosuke must be there.

Kashima Wakaba rubbed her ears, and rushed over in an instant. The source of the voice was behind the wooden door, which was blood-stained, but she didn't hesitate at all, but pushed the wooden door in front of her.

Following her movement, the door opened all of a sudden.

There was a "creaking" sound.

And the hell-like scene inside the door is also so cruel and frank, the bright red blood splatters and clings to the wall indiscriminately, like the capricious masterpiece of some weird artist.

All the mimic soldiers are out of breath.

Only the two people in front of me are left

She saw Oda Sakunosuke and the silver-haired man opposite each other pointing their guns at each other. When a person is in such a critical moment, the instinct of the body is even faster than the thinking speed of the brain.

She didn't hesitate at all, she didn't even think at all, she just rushed over directly.

The sudden change, Oda Sakunosuke and the leader of mimic never expected that Kashima Wakaba would appear at this time.

But it was too late to make other actions.

The trigger has been pulled.

The bullets from both sides bounced out along the pitch-black muzzle, like a shooting star, drawing a cold flame, and Kashima Wakaba had already pushed away Oda Sakunosuke.

next second...

She heard a strange sound, as if she felt something submerged into the flesh and blood, and the pain was a little dull, like the slow motion of a movie, slowing down the tempo.

The position of the heart seems to be burning with a cluster of fire.

Beating alone in the chest.

Kashima Wakaba lowered her head instinctively, but she saw blood continuously oozing from the position of her heart. Why did she wear white clothes today?

She clearly saw a large swath of blood smudged down from her heart, as if a fiery red lotus flower was blooming in full bloom on the white snow.

Unable to control it at all, her limp body was the same as that of the mimic leader opposite, and she fell towards the floor in the same posture.

It's just that her body was not in close contact with the cold floor, because Oda Sakunosuke supported her vigorously, his pupils constricted because of the shock, but the panicked voice rang so clearly in Kashima Wakaba's ears , it was the first time I saw this calm port mafia look so at a loss: "Miss Kashima, why did you rush up?"

A girl who travels from the future, her actions are unpredictable even with supernatural abilities.

She didn't belong in this timeline in the first place.

Kashima Wakaba instinctively put her hands on her chest, her mind went blank, and the severe pain finally swept over like a tsunami, and she was completely suffocated like a drowning person.

The blood in the palm was obviously very hot, but the body temperature actually cooled down little by little, as if he had really fallen into an ice cave.

"Ruo Ye!" She seemed to hear someone calling her name heartbreakingly again, and that voice turned out to be despair on the verge of collapse.

Kashima Wakaba exhaled in small mouths, as if she wanted to slow down the flow of her life, she tried her best to connect her eyes, and after seeing the person, a small smile finally bloomed on her lips: "You come here Now, it seems that I did the right thing."

As she thought, when Osamu Dazai came, everything was over.

So if he didn't show up in advance, Oda Sakunosuke would really die.

But luckily for her... she changed history.

What kind of butterfly effect will there be in the future? I no longer have the energy to think about it.

Osamu Dazai almost hugged her tightly into his arms, his face was paler than ever before, like a thin piece of gold paper, terribly pale, a certain emotion was suppressed to the extreme, and finally completely revealed: "Ruo Ye..." His voice stopped abruptly, and his tears flowed down his kite-colored pupils.

Hot tears dripped on Kashima Wakaba's face like flames, but they couldn't warm her body temperature.

——I don't want to die, I really don't want to die.

Although she wants to be a good person, Kashima Wakaba also wants to live a good life.

Because this world is so beautiful, she can do many things well.

Enjoy the flowers in spring, walk on the waves in summer, smell the fruit fragrance in autumn, enjoy the snow in winter, all the year round, life has infinite possibilities.

She just hasn't confessed to the person she likes, hasn't said goodbye to her parents and friends yet.

It would be a shame if he died like this.

However, she didn't regret being able to save Oda Sakunosuke at all.

Kashima Wakaba's voice was very weak, but it was enough for Dazai Osamu to hear, her lips were a little chapped, but she had a soft smile: "Dazai-kun is amazing, he knows that I am a reckless person, so he sent someone to guard me I...but I really can't be indifferent, Odasaku-san is Dazai's important friend, so I'm very happy, I was able to save him."

"No...you won't die...you can't die!" Osamu Dazai's face became paler every time she said a word, his heart seemed to be torn apart, feeling suffocated It crushed him fiercely, and at this moment everything suddenly became powerless.

"Do you remember... In fact, death is not terrible. We have seen the ghosts in the world of corpses and souls... we have seen the ghosts attacking the mountain... Death is not the end." Kashima Wakaba felt that life was really beginning to pass away, but she But still wanting to comfort Dazai, she tried her best to stretch out a hand, and put her fingers on Dazai's cold face.

His tears fell on her slender fingers, and also on her heart.

Kashima Wakaba pursed her lips, she really didn't have much strength, and even her heart didn't hurt so much: "Dazai... don't... think about committing suicide in the future... the fortune teller said before that I can live When I'm a hundred years old...since I can't live anymore, then...for the remaining 80 years...you have to live well for me."

"Since the fortune teller said it, then you will definitely not die... I will live with you to the age of one hundred." Osamu Dazai's voice trembled completely. The young man who has always ignored life and death has such a gaffe side.

He is too smart, but there are many things in this world that cannot be predicted by wisdom.

He didn't expect Kashima Wakaba to lie in his arms like this.

The shadow enveloped him, as if for a moment all emotions returned to the darkness of nothingness.

Kashima Wakaba tried to open his eyes wide, trying to see his face clearly, trying to engrave his face in his heart, but his strength was really gone: "Dazai... don't cry for me, you still have a lot of things to do, I like Dazai who can really laugh..."

Kashima Wakaba's eyes could no longer see his face clearly, his voice had become increasingly blurred, she could not hear Osamu Dazai's despair.

She exhausted her last strength and said a word to Oda Sakunosuke: "Mr. Oda Sakuno, can't friends change the existence of loneliness? Please, stop watching..."

It's a very important friend!

That's why he was able to truly understand Osamu Dazai's loneliness, but he didn't get involved in that loneliness.

If it was Oda Sakunosuke who died, then he would definitely regret it at the last moment of his life.

That child...needs redemption.

Kashima Wakaba completely closed her eyes, so tired.

I really want to sleep.

The air was so still that nothing could be heard.