The literary vest is wrong!

Ueno Chuanzhu was a little confused, but the system was much more flustered than him.

"Host!" The system ran out and cried, "Where is the vest, where is the vest, why is the vest gone?"

However, it was crying and crying, and the movements of its hands were still very fast. It quickly sent a message to the headquarters, asking them to quickly check what happened to the lost vest, "Uh, host, I have already reported it to the above. , the preliminary detection of the lost vest is no longer in this space, could it be that he stepped on some space crack and fell into another world?"

[What should I do, host? 】

The loss of the vest is a trivial matter, after all, it is just a mass-produced shell. The important thing is that Ueno Chuanzhu still has part of his consciousness inside!

It happened so fast that Ueno Chuanzhu didn't even have time to withdraw his consciousness. If he didn't get it back in time, although it wouldn't cause irreversible substantial damage to the soul, it would still be injured!

Ueno Chuanzhu looked at the condition of the vest on the system interface, pondered for a moment, and said, "Don't worry about it."

"How can you not care about this, host!" said the system, "This will hurt."

[It's okay... I guess I'll be back soon. 】

Ueno Chuanzhu waved his hand, "If I'm not mistaken, it should be that time."

The system is a little confused: "What time?"

Ueno Chuanzhu touched his chin: "Well, this..."

[System, do you really want to know? 】

The system huffed: "Of course! The host shouldn't be a riddler. I haven't upgraded the system to the level where I can decipher what the riddler said!"

【oh?So you are a fool? 】

【I'm not! 】

"Pfft——" Ueno Chuanzhu let out a snort, and said with a smile, "Okay, well, I'm going to be a partner in the future anyway, so let me tell you something."

[You know that other missionaries came to this world before and maliciously wiped out the world, right? 】

The system affirmed: "I know!"

It was because the world was safe without missions, so it chose this place for the host to play on vacation.

[The tasker is also a very powerful person. Just like the host, he solved the malice of the world by himself. It would be nice to meet him if there is a chance, but the other party must be a high-level person—]

While talking, the system's words suddenly got stuck. Ueno Chuanzhu couldn't see the data of the system, but he probably knew that the other party's operation must have exploded, and even the mechanical voice became confused: "Host master, what is that? And host master All kinds of taskers—"

Ueno Chuanzhu smiled: "It's not very stupid."

The panel of the system was short-circuited for a while before it was finally repaired, and the words were still a bit bumpy: "Host, you, didn't you say that these are your first missions?"

"That's right, but what I did before can't be called a task." Ueno Chuanzhu shamelessly argued, "I was not a regular tasker before, and my current file is a real newcomer from beginning to end."

System: "Then, what's that called?" After putting on a vest to solve the world's malice, why is it not considered a tasker?

"Hmm..." Chuanzhu Ueno thought for a while, "Should it be considered foreign aid before?"

"Foreign aid?" The system was a little confused by this never-heard statement. It thought about the scale of the current Two-dimensional traversal bureau. Do you need foreign aid?"

"That was several years ago, and I was even alive at that time." Ueno Chuanzhu yawned and said, "It's normal that you don't know about these new systems, after all, the crossing bureau is so embarrassing that you need to find a living person as a foreign aid to solve it." It's really embarrassing for the world to be malicious."

[After I died, I came here to play and work part-time. I wanted to use the vest I used before. Who knew you made a mistake. Forget it, you are having fun now anyway. 】

【Well, anyway, I was the one who solved the task here. I didn't know what happened before, but now I know, so it doesn't matter. Maybe I can come back today, and it won't cause any impact. 】

The system seems to understand: "Why can't it cause any impact?"

Ueno Chuanzhu: "Because the vest fell four years ago, there is another me there, and I can temporarily receive the shell, so I won't get hurt."

[Oh, it turned out to be four—four years ago! 】

……

"Central Plains Chuya" is quite at a loss. His current shell is just a ray of consciousness of the main body. Without the deliberate control of the main body, this ray of consciousness is at most a kind of kinetic energy, and the shell will act according to the character of the source of the vest .

Hmm... Then in this situation, what would Mr. Zhongyuan do?

If you don't understand, keep drinking.

The wine bottle that "Nakahara Chuya" brought with him was always by his side. He glanced at the familiar Yokohama around him, found a chair in the park and sat down with peace of mind. .

It was probably because of the space shuttle just now that he cleared his mind a bit. He still remembered that he couldn't really get drunk in this situation, so he put down the bottle after a few sips.

"Hey..." "Nakahara Chuya" scratched his hair in annoyance, "Why are they falling out every day, why don't you drop them back to the library for me, why not just drink at ease in your own place, now Not cheery at all."

"Mr. Secretary—Mr. Secretary—Hurry up and take me back! I really want to drink freely!"

"Nakahara Chuya" covered his face with his hat, raised his head and yelled a few times, and the people around him cast strange glances at him, and quickly took them back indifferently.

"Want to drink freely?" A familiar voice came from above, "How about going to my place for a while?"

"Huh?" "Chuya Zhongyuan" took off the hat on his face, squinted his eyes and looked at the familiar person in front of him, how strange it looked, "You are Zhongyuan?"

The person who didn't wear a choker and whose face was a little tender smiled and nodded: "It's me, Nakahara Chuya."

"What?" The other party stretched out his hand towards "Nakahara Chuya", "Is there a problem?"

"Um……"

"Nakahara Chuya" took a look, reached out and grabbed the opponent's hand, his originally confused eyes suddenly became clear, "Of course it's no problem."

……

Zhongyuan Zhong was also very confused.

Didn't he walk into the building at Port Mafia with his counterpart?Where is he now?

The 22-year-old young man suddenly couldn't understand the world. There was no drunk "Chuya Nakahara" beside him. He was left alone. Chuya Nakahara squinted his eyes and took off his hat. Pressing down, covering half of his face, he observed the surrounding environment.

The street is still the familiar Yokohama street, and many things are still the same. After a cursory glance, he suddenly felt that this location looked familiar.

Isn't this... the place where the children adopted by Odasaku died?

It is the place where those children who sometimes called "Brother Chuya" obediently and sometimes mischievously died.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared blankly at the seemingly normal street, and he didn't know what time he fell. In short, everything is normal now, but he doesn't know if the scene he has seen will reappear in the future.

Like the blond-haired counterpart, he also knew Oda Sakunosuke and Sakaguchi Ango. After the Longtou War, Dazai Osamu may have a twitch, and suddenly came to him and said that he would introduce him to friends, but he didn't know. Why did the brain twitch agree.

As a result, there were only three people in Lupine, and now and then there will be four people.

At that time, he didn't think there was any problem. When he was 18 years old, he met his peers from the parallel world, and learned about the existence of maliciousness in the world. Only then did he know what happened to his actions from time to time.

But... so what if you know?Perhaps his acquaintance with them was a calculation, but the friendship between them is also real.

Besides--

His birth, his 15 years old, his 16 years old, everything about him was maliciously placed in front of him by the world, almost slapping his face for him to see.

In his year, all the heaviness suppressed by the maliciousness of the world broke out because of the death of Oda Saku.

At that time, why did he defect?

Zhongyuan Zhongye stared at the street with blank eyes, a car wobbled and slowly drove over from a distance, and the picture that could almost be said to be engraved into the soul reappeared in front of his eyes, he knew that there would be a scene later. An explosion, an explosion he couldn't stop.

Then why can't he stop it?

For the malice of the world stumbled his steps.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the car, and slowly raised his hand. He couldn't stop it in the past, so what about him now?can he

——"How do you know that your past has not been changed?"

The admonition from the peer suddenly rang in his ears, and Nakahara Chuya paused as he was about to rush out. The next second, the flames of a huge explosion lit up in his eyes, and Nakahara Chuya's hand stopped in mid-air, slowly Turning his head, he looked at the person standing not far away.

In his eyes, he in the past is still immature, he sees himself standing there motionless, black energy invisible to others wraps around his body, those cobalt blue pupils are stained with haze, usually flamboyant The extremely proud expression is now unsightly.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at him before, finally put down his raised hand, ran towards the opponent quickly, hugged the immobile person, and covered the opponent's eyes with his palm.

The past has actually been changed, by himself.

The memory of time and space disorder that was originally covered by the world consciousness came to mind, and Nakahara also remembered that someone hugged him tightly, blocked his sight with his hand, and whispered in his ear.

"Don't look at it," he said to himself.