When the United States and the United States are miserably bound to the barrage system

The two eager lambs were finally chased away by their king of sheep. When the three-day time limit came, Zhongyuanzhong got stuck and let the white unknown creature off the drying rack.

"Hey." Nakahara also squatted down and looked at Chubby, "I know you are a person with supernatural powers, no matter what your purpose is, stay away from the 'sheep'."

He thought that Chubby was a person with supernatural powers who could turn into animals, which was also the habitual thinking of this supernatural society.

This Cupid turned around in a circle, and its big furry tail shook.

"It's not a person with supernatural powers, and it's not hello." It stared at Chuya Nakahara, "You can call me Chubby."

Zhongyuan Zhongya said, "Okay, Kewpie."

He was quite polite, after all, before Chubby had time to do anything to hurt the lambs, he was hung up for three days by the king of sheep who protected his shortcomings.

"You seem to have misunderstood me," Chubby said.

Zhong Yuan's raised eyebrows were reflected in those round pink eyes like buttons.

"I am not a creature of this world. Our race can travel through the universe in search of human civilization. I traveled through various civilizations for a long time, and then came to your world." Chubby said in a 'joyful' voice , "Your world is the most amazing world I've ever seen."

"Your world exists in a book, and one of its pages bears a world. It is easy to collapse, but it is tenaciously running until now." Chubby said, "But according to this process, this world will still be destroyed. "Because Kewpie will bring the Witch.

The world cannot bear the witch's power, and it is doomed to be destroyed when Cupid arrives. How long it will take is just a matter of time.

But Chubby won't say the reason, which makes it mean like 'this world is fragile, so this world will perish'.

This is what Keppy used to say.

"Huh?" Zhong Yuan was not so naive as to believe what others said, and if he said it, he would expand the problem to a world, which sounded very floating.It's just that it might be because he hanged up with Kewbi for three days for no reason, and Zhong Yuanzhong, who was a little guilty, still gave face: "Then what do you say?"

"You come to be a magical girl, Chuya Nakahara." Chubby said.

Zhong Yuanzhong also picked up the back of Chubby's neck and hung it on the clothes rack again.

He felt stupid for listening to this thing.

Chubby fluttered his limbs, and continued to say while the person was still pinching the back of his neck: "Chuya Zhongyuan, you are special, more special than all human beings."

"Humanity needs to go through many times to end the process of world destruction, but if it's you, it only takes one time."

The implication is that if humans become magical girls, the destruction of the world may take a while.But the words of Zhongya in the Central Plains can destroy the world in one go.

But if the words are not clear, it's like "Humans need to work hard to save the world, but Zhong Yuanzhong can do it easily".

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at the pair of button eyes that had been flat all the time, and put his hands back into his pockets after he hung Kewpie up again.

"What's so special about me?" he asked.

He was looking for his own life experience at this time, and Qiubi's words aroused his desire to find out.

"You are a god, Huang Ba spit." Qiubi said.

It is probably rare to see such an experimental product, and Chubby said a few more words: "You are not a human being, and there is no precedent for your existence. If it were you, you would definitely be able to do it." Contribute a lot of energy and destroy the world at once .

Zhong Yuanzhong also asked: "According to this, Chubby, aren't you a human too?" The questions that intuitive creatures sometimes ask are very sharp, "Why don't you become a magical girl yourself?"

"Our race doesn't have emotions." Chubby said, "The power of a magical girl needs to transform the emotions of intelligent life."

"Don't you have it?"

"Because I suffer from an extremely rare mental illness." Although it is not clear why it was discovered, Chubby still did not give up fooling Chuya Nakahara, "This disease cannot be popularized."

"That's possible." Nakahara Nakaya felt a little silly for being entangled in their settings by Chubby just after he finished speaking. He put his hands in his pockets and turned around, "Go and be a magical girl by yourself."

The white Kewpie dangled on the drying rack again like a doll, and it took less than five minutes for it to be released.

...

The scene changed, and Chubby, who appeared again, still relied on his cute appearance to capture the love of several lambs.

Zhongyuan Zhong also glanced at Chubby who was being hugged by Yuxing, and walked out the door with his hands in his pockets as usual.

"Cuby, come here," he said.

He was really worried about letting this unknown supernatural being with the lambs.If he hurt the 'sheep', he can pay back a hundredfold, but Chubby didn't do anything bad except for asking him that inexplicable question these days.

In the next second, the white creature jumped over in a few steps and stood on his shoulder.The big tail swept, and the furry brushed his neck.

Amid Yuxing's dissatisfied voice, Chubby asked again: "Chuya, are you willing to become a magical girl?"

"I don't want to." Zhong Yuanzhong was also used to the questions that Qiubi kept on his lips, so he quickly denied it.

Wearing a hood, he broke into the territory of a small organization.Gravity crushes the ground and makes enemies cry.

"King of sheep!" shouted his enemies.

The Central Plains also put pressure on their "sheep" hostile organizations like strolling in the courtyard. This petite body contains huge power.

And the strange creature on his shoulder seemed to be smiling, watching it all.

"It's very inefficient," Chubby said. "You've demonstrated three times this week."

"If you don't stop those human beings but instead tire repeatedly like this, what can this bring you?" Chubby was puzzled.

"This is my responsibility." Nakahara Nakaya said, "I have a good deck of cards, so I have to bear the responsibility that I should have."

"It's just a way humans tame other humans," Chubby said. "In fact, if you don't listen to them like that, they will calm down a little."

This time Zhongyuanzhong did not answer immediately.

He paused before saying, "Maybe you are right, but I don't want the lambs to be hurt."

"How about making a wish?" Chubby tried to promote the magic girl business, "make a wish, let a miracle fulfill your wish, and then you will see the lambs become obedient."

"Then become a magical girl?" Chuya Nakahara continued consciously.

Cupid nodded.

"If that wish can really come true, I might as well wish that the world will not be destroyed." Nakahara said and shook his head again, feeling that he was really brainwashed by Chubby's 'world destruction theory'.

"It's different, Kewpie," he said. "The feeling of being-interfered with isn't real."

Chubby, who didn't understand this, tilted his head.

"You are not human, Chuya." Chubby felt extremely puzzled, "Why do you care about 'feelings'?"

"You will live better if you lose the burden of 'feeling' and 'sheep'."

This is Chubby's own question, not his persuasive words.

It's really incomprehensible.

"Because I live as Chuya Nakahara." Chuya Nakahara said.

The gravitational red light spread upwards, enveloping Chubby in it. Chubby turned his head, his pomegranate-like pupils stared at Chuya Nakahara's side face, as if evaluating.

If it was for the safety of the 'Little Lamb', would Zhong Yuanzhong be willing to allow it to become a magical girl?

...

Chubby sat on the table like a sculpture.

On the opposite side of it, Nakahara also opened his chopsticks, holding a bowl of hot ramen.

"You...do you want to eat?" Zhong Yuanzhong also said uncomfortably.

Chubby's upturned lips couldn't see what kind of emotion it was, and then Zhong Yuanzhong also bought a copy for it.

"I don't need to eat these," Cupid said.

It only needs energy, and it has wasted so much thought in the Central Plains, but it still didn't get anything.

No, maybe it got a bowl of ramen.

"Although you may not care about this, but..." Zhongyuan Zhong also paused, "Thank you just now."

"If you hadn't reminded me, I might not be able to rescue those lambs in time. I owe you a favor." He said seriously.

Chubby, who planned to create a predicament purposefully, said in the usual tone: "This is what I should do, after all, I like you very much." He also wagged his tail to be cute.

"Oh, is that so?" Zhong Yuanzhong didn't expect Chubby to say that, and he was a little flattered, but before he had any shy reaction, he heard Chubi continue to say: "If you feel grateful, do you want to be Magical girl?"

Brightly expressing gratitude.

"You should eat noodles." Nakahara Chuya raised his forehead, he shouldn't really have expectations.

Chubby tilted his head, stretched out his white claws and put them on the chopsticks.

The little paws without finger gaps couldn't hold the chopsticks at all, and with the sound of slapping, the two chopsticks fell to the table.Chubby raised his head and stared at Nakahara Chuya again, like a doll with no emotion on his face.

The chopsticks that were still rolling on the table made it look pitiful.

"...Do you want me to feed you?" Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that he was careless, and he felt that this was indeed the case, and then honestly helped Chubby pick out a noodle and handed it over, "Speaking of it I haven't seen you eat either."

Chubby poked his head out, opened his mouth and bit one end of the ramen, and sucked it up.

"Our race doesn't need to eat. If we insist on what to eat, we will recycle the dead of our race." Chubby muttered while sucking noodles.

Zhongyuan was also stunned for a moment, he stared at Chubby for a while, and only remembered to pick out the second noodle after Chubby finished sucking this noodle.

"You..." He also felt unable to understand at this moment, "Can you eat your own family?"

He brought in a human being, and suddenly felt unacceptable.What's even more unacceptable to him is that the Chubby he knows also regards this as normal common sense that does not need to be refuted.

"Do you know about a drop of water?" Chubby's ears trembled, signaling Zhongyuan Zhongya to continue picking noodles for it.

"I know." Nakahara Chuya honestly picked noodles while listening.

His bowl was moved aside. At this moment, he held the chopsticks in one hand and put the other on the table, looking sideways at Chubby who was sloppy with noodles.

"Our individual is like a drop of water, which condenses to form our civilization. The huge water flow leads our civilization to continue to develop, and a few drops are just substitutes, which can be filled by other water drops at any time. "

"However, we don't advocate waste for no reason." Chubby's mouth moved, although it still looked like the Arabic numeral three rotated ninety degrees, "Your world can also be counted as water flow, which requires a lot of water. Only one water droplet can change the general flow direction, but if it's you, you only need one. So Chuya, do you want to become a magical girl?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also selectively ignored Qiubi's last words, and he said what he cared about: "What about you? Would you be willing to be eaten by your own people?"

"..."

"I suffer from mental illness." It answered the question obliquely, "Although I don't understand why I have that kind of thinking, it is not correct and not conducive to our entire civilization."

"But the macro cannot represent the individual." Zhong Yuanzhong also put down his chopsticks, turned around and faced Qiubi with a serious look, "This is not incorrect."

Those blue eyes seemed to hold the whole sky.

"It's just like you, Chubby. I met me, and the only one I communicate with is you in front of me, not the same people you mentioned."

"You are not a substitute."

The orange-haired boy looked sincerely at the alien creature that did not belong to this world, at the creature that claimed to be emotionless.

"You want to use my illness to convince me?" Chubby said, it couldn't understand, "You want to prove to me that human emotions are higher than Chubby's civilization as an inhuman?"

However, I don't know what it was for, maybe it was the reason it said, or the rare disease, it said: "Okay, Chuya. This is a very interesting experiment."

"I'm waiting for your results."

...

The King of Sheep has an extra white friend, who likes to lie on his shoulders, or on his warm orange hair.

That friend used his unique thinking to make up for the wisdom of the king of sheep, and entered PortMafia after taking the initiative, seeking a good way out for the lambs.

...

The strong wind was howling, and Verlaine turned into a mad beast, approaching the urban area.

There are two choices before them, kill Verlaine, or abandon Yokohama alone.

"You are my experiment. In human terms, it is a sunk cost. Before I get back the cost I paid, you can't die, Chuya."

In the wind, the white creature raised its head and said, the wind blew its drooping ears like wings, "This is a meaningless struggle, step forward and you will lose your past, your attachment itself, and even lives could be lost."

It tilted its head: "Or do you think it's out of your 'feelings'? Driven by your personal humanity?"

"Yes." Zhong Yuanzhong also replied.

"In human terms, you are a good old man who will be exploited," Chubby said.

"Maybe, but I'm just happy to be 'exploited' by you." Nakahara Chuya lowered his eyes and drew the corners of his mouth, "Kubi, the results of the experiment are already in."

The boy's eyes were shining, he turned his back to the giant beast, and said with a smile to his inhuman friend.

"When you want to stop me, when you are willing to help me, or earlier when you want to live without being abandoned, you are no longer a substitute without feelings, but—— irreplaceable the only one."

"And this kind of you is obviously more alive than before, isn't it?"

The red light of gravity is particularly conspicuous in the chaos, and the orange hair is like a flame burning in a flame.

The pink, inorganic eyes of the white unknown creature reflected the cluster of flames.

That fiery flame that can reverse 'entropy'.

Very beautiful and warm and charming.Like a beacon to guide the lost.

Can I do it too?he thinks.

...

"Can my desire shake 'entropy'?"

"If I could, I'd like to..."

"Live as a unique being like him."

The Soul Gem needs a soul, and the emotionless Kewpies can't extract it.

But he did.

The spatial ability that Chubby already possessed, as well as—the copying ability obtained by learning from others.

When the silver-haired magical girl raised the wooden bin, a mirror emerged behind him that would duplicate every bullet he fired after pulling the trigger, until everything was covered in flames.

...

Four years ago, torrential rains fell on the seaside city of Yokohama.

Osamu Dazai, aware of the calculations of the "Alliance", braved the rain and came to the final place he chose.

That's Kaisai, a beautiful building blooming on Radium Street.

"I miscalculated your desire." Osamu Dazai leaned against the wall, looking at the back of the magical girl in front of him, "Your purpose is not to maintain this world of possibilities, but to make it even crazier."

"You want to merge this world." He sighed softly.

He walked forward, the hem of his clothes fluttering in the strong wind.

"What is your desire? What is your despair?" He approached the figure holding the 'page', "Tell me, what is it for you who have no feelings to do this."

The raindrops of the torrential rain were blown in along the wind, and the transparent raindrops were colored by the rose-red light in the next second.

He put down the pen, and there seemed to be ripples in the depths of the rose-red eyes under the long silver hair.

"Desire..." He drew the corners of his mouth.

"I also want to burn once."

Like a flame.

...

Beyond the mirror, a white Mazda sped by in the rainstorm, splashing water on both sides of the road.

Amuro turned the steering wheel, and the car swished and slid on the road as it turned the corner.

The signal has been disconnected, and he has not received the latest instructions from Gin.

The dark face was hidden in the shadow at this time, and his eyes were sharply looking out of the car window, where the strange typhoon spread.

That's why the signal disappeared, and why I came here.He brought an existence that could compete with the witch, and brought a hole card that Gin thought he could use, which did not belong to the prophet.

He couldn't see the mirror that covered the sky, and he couldn't see the witch's glass-like face without facial features in the mirror.

{Whoam I? }

The witch's voice exploded inside the crowded car, and the only person in the back seat who heard it slightly clenched his hand.

The lightning was followed by thunder, and the flash of light illuminated the flame-like orange hair of the man in the back seat, and his blue eyes looking towards the witch.

He turned his face and looked through the window.

Inside the constantly changing mirror, the witch raised her head.

In the triangular shards of the mirror, there seemed to be countless witches sitting there, with their long hair hanging down and their mirror-like faces raised.

It's like stars, and it's like layers of petals that fall to the ground after blooming.

It's like a drop of water falling in the ocean, and you can't find where the first drop is.

"According to what I said before." The person in the back seat said.

"Wait--"

He opened the car door and jumped out in the wind and rain.

The red light of gravity spread over his body, he took off the pair of black gloves, and the black hat lifted in the wind to reveal the hair of the same color as the flame.

Unshackled by the acceleration of gravity, he stayed in the air, his tiny body facing the witch far away.

And the mirror-like face of the witch seemed to reflect the flame that was still burning in the rainstorm.A bright, seemingly never-ending light.

{Whoam I? }

the witch asked.

Flame replied.

"Didn't you, have you already given yourself a name—"

Gravity engulfed the wind, and his fist slammed into the mirror that trapped the witch.

Cracks spread from where the red light touched, and shattered in front of the witch's face.Flame's bright blue eyes and himself in his eyes were reflected on the mirror-like face.

Click.

The mirror is disintegrating, shattering into pieces.

Connecting and trapping witches, using countless small mirrors to create this cage of thousands of witches.

There seemed to be a voice sighing, responding to the warm firelight.

The witch stretched out her hands.

Ripples emerged from the ice-blue palms covered with cracks, like golden brilliance.In the next second, the emotional power from another world turned into a gushing black spring, gushing out from the palm of his hand towards the sky.

The huge power seems to break through the strong wind and rain, as if to accumulate power and overthrow the so-called 'entropy'.

Up to the inverse 'entropy'.

This force surged towards the surroundings, melting the darkness of the sky like a fountain.In an instant, the dark clouds detoured, and the rain stopped.This power transformed from the most extreme emotions of human beings seems to be able to break through all obstacles, allowing the covered sky to reveal its original appearance——

Blue, like those eyes.

In the strong wind, the familiar was blown up and flew to the sky.The singing is hoarse and even disappears, together with the shady scenes of the sky.The rich black retreated steadily under the power of emotion, fell into a disadvantage in this confrontation, and gradually sank into the horizon.

Only the gradually shattered body of the Mirror Witch was exposed in the air.

From bottom to top, it winds up along with the cracks in the witch's body.The fallen debris seems to be shining in the sunlight, and the beautiful colors are shining in the rainbow on the sunny day after the rain.

There seemed to be traces of eyebrows and eyes on that faceless face, which slowly stretched out.

As if smiling.

{'I found myself.'}

...

The clouds suddenly faded and the sky cleared.

Everything is like a dreamy fairy tale, with all the dark and bad colors peeled off to reveal a clear ending.

Zhu Fu Jingguang reached out to wipe the rain from his forehead, and looked up at the suddenly clear weather.

Doomsday, is it over?

The beating heart that was still active seemed to indicate that he had survived.

Together with this world, survived.

"This is, it's over?" Vodka said hesitantly, he glanced at his green cuffs that were accidentally exposed, and consciously swallowed a word that the prophet blessed him.

Accompanied by the sound of zi la, Belmode's voice appeared in the connection.

"A good news, a bad news, Gin, which one do you want to hear?"

And Gin used the binoculars to look at the Mazda that stopped in the distance, and the blond young man who got out of the car.

Bourbon found CQ according to his instructions and brought them here, but their organization still found nothing after this trip.

"Well, the good news is that we can retreat, the gentleman gave the order." Belmode continued without receiving a response, "The bad news is that we are moving too much this time, and we have to hide for a while For a while."

"Where's RIO?" Gin asked.

"Prophet." Belmode chuckled, "Who knows."

"Maybe we've all been tricked by him."

...

Conan, who was stranded in the wasteland, found his skateboard. Fortunately, the skateboard was still usable under the firepower of the organization.

He lowered his head, looked at the dial page on the phone, and listened to the busy tone that never responded, his eyes were filled with sadness.

"Hiragi, she left." He turned his head to look at the sky, "Qiu Ting didn't answer the phone either."

He put his phone back in his pocket and stepped on his skateboard.After stepping on the button, the skateboard took him out.

"These two boring gourds, when will they be able to talk to people properly." Feng Zhong said to himself, and then changed his words, "There is no chance."

This is the end of the "witch" event, which was considered a typhoon, and it was buried deep in the confidential files together with the relevant parties.

...

"Oh? Why did it suddenly clear up?" Atsushi Nakajima looked out of the window, but before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw Ranpo Edogawa, who had nothing to do, jumped out of his seat and trot to the window.

"Really!" He opened his emerald green pupils and raised his tone.

As if speaking to an invisible friend, he said to the blue sky outside the window: "The sky is fine."

The desperate witches have been purified, and they can see the blue sky from the continuous rain.

"Have you left with your prayers?" Yosano Akiko stretched her waist, "It's not bad."

But Edogawa Ranpo suddenly turned his head, and he asked, "Did I say anything to you last time in May?"

Oda Sakunosuke who was questioned was stunned, he recalled for a while, and said slowly: "An extra thing... She suggested that we go to Tokyo to see."

"President! Did you hear that!" Edogawa Ranpo ran into the president's office, "Going to Tokyo for two days—"

After looking at this fusion, the complete world belongs to them.

...

The sun is westward, and the sunlight is gradually dyed with the warm color of the setting sun, shining on the earth.

On the flat open land that had experienced two fierce battles, the scars caused by the shells and gunpowder still existed, and the pain caused by the witch had faded away with the disappearance of the witch.

And far ahead, on the road towards Yokohama, an orange-haired young man with a hat on his back was walking in the warm orange sunset with a silver-haired young man on his back.

"Are you happy?" Nakahara asked.

Same as long ago.

"Very happy." Tsukawa Haruka's voice was muffled and a little weak, "I had a lot of fun."

"You're right, it's cumbersome and inefficient to do things because of my own ideas, but it's really, really cool."

The voice weakened, like a murmur.

Nakahara Nakaya walked very steadily. He looked at the endless road in front of him: "If you want to play, you can continue. The Armed Detective Agency in Yokohama has a social doctor..."

"Yao." After a pause, he said.

"Huh?" There was a nasal voice in my ear.

"Hold on, can you?" Nakahara Chuya said.

The setting sun elongated the shadows of the two of them, gradually gilding them with gold.

The young man behind said softly: "...Thank you, Chuya."

The words are almost inaudible until the sound disappears completely.

Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his head, his forehead hair covered his expression, hiding his face in the shadow of the setting sun.

He still carried his long-lost friend behind his back, smiled, and said helplessly, "At the end, I still want to change the subject, so it's really hard for you to give me a correct answer."

The silver hair was blown by the wind and swept across his neck. When he closed his eyes, it was like that familiar cat-like creature was lightly lying on his shoulders, wagging its tail and sweeping around. his cheeks.

"Next time, go back to Yokohama, didn't you agree... that's right, you didn't agree directly," he said.

"You've always been like this, whenever—"

Then, his pace stopped.

"Wait, you're giving me Tai Chi again??!" Zhong Yuanzhong finally came to his senses.

Accompanied by these words, Jin Chuanyao, who was pretending to be dead, raised his head, his always indifferent face remained unchanged: "Oh, I was discovered."

He was fine at first, and the energy collected in the live broadcast room can just make up for the energy he released when he became a witch. After fusing with another self, apart from having a lot of memory and making his brain uncomfortable, he is in good shape and can't find any injuries on his whole body. .

After all, the organization that beat the witch was Chuya Nakahara, and he didn't do anything other than make phone calls in the rear and fuse in the mirror witch's body.

No, he even moved his fingers to release the energy collected in the live broadcast room.

All in all, he gave full play to the characteristics of 'the injured is someone else' and got out of it unscathed.

Speaking of which, it seems that there needs to be an ending in the live broadcast room... Tsugawa Haruka thought about it for a while, and quickly made a decision.

Then use the shell of Qiu Ting's last string to make up time to go back to the original scene. Fate, I will never get out of that vicious circle.

The energy collected by BE is definitely much more than that of HE!

As for whether the audience will cry?

Haruka Tsugawa said that the louder the crying, the better. The more he cries, the more energy he collects. He doesn't mind earning some extra money.

It didn't take long to think, and Tsugawa Haruka's chin rested on Nakahara Chuya's shoulder, and it took a while to realize that his vehicle was silent.

When Tsukawa Haruka was a little apprehensive and was considering whether to apologize, Nakahara also sighed.

The orange-haired youth looked relaxed and smiled unconsciously.

"Asshole, it's fine."

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yes, it's over, it's over

Finish the flower arrangement! ! !