How to beat a white flower

There are so many worlds, how do I return to the one that belongs to me?

Sierra had thought about this question when she set off.

Some of the rivers of fate are like brooks, and some are like vast oceans. Different golden threads are intertwined, making people dazzled, but among so many golden threads, only one is always facing her straight.

That is the thread of her destiny.

Unexpectedly, the golden thread belonging to Serra is not radiant or extraordinarily thick, but thin and wobbly, as soft as a spider's silk.But it was exceptionally strong and crossed one piece after another of the river.

Is this the only two golden threads in the six trillion worlds? Sera thought, walking back along her own destiny, holding a green gemstone in her hand, but not the one she hung on her chest. pieces.

[Dark Emerald]: A gem protected by demons, when the holder is in danger, it can be transferred to others.

It was the card Prynne picked out when leaving Greedisland, and Sela took it out of the treasure bag pocket before leaving.

The Hundred Treasure Bag has become a golden jingle, staying beside Zhongya Zhongye, and Spana feeds candies from time to time, and it is living a very nourishing life now.

The point is not the function of the dark emerald itself, but the demon that protects it—the vampire count.

Prynne seems to have left a vampire's body in Greedisland, Sierra thought, stepping into the river she had come by.

"Googling..."

In the next second, Sera suddenly appeared... in the middle of a river!

Seeing the man in bandages waving blindly at him, Sera nodded calmly at him, and then sank down together.

"Googling?"

Osamu Dazai was also very happy to see that his greeting was answered, and he opened his mouth and drank two more mouthfuls of river water when he was happy.

Sera sank blankly at the bottom of the lake like a stone, with the blue river above her head. It seems that the Tsurumi River was managed very well during her absence, and Osamu Dazai should be able to achieve "refreshing water".

A few strands of greasy waterweed tangled and danced at the feet, and Sera tried to jump, but immediately slipped and hit a piece of iron sheet, which was knocked out of a depression.

This is because of the power of the Silver King, and also the reason why Sera is still alive - Sera, of course, is completely insulated from the sport of swimming!

Or summon the mermaid to fish him up... Thinking of this, a hairy head suddenly appeared in front of Sera's eyes.

"Gulu Guru, Seguru..." Dazai rolled the whites of his eyes, but still smiled happily, and pointed upwards, "Kunikida Gudu Gudu."

Although she couldn't understand what he said, Sera thought that Osamu Dazai didn't want to take her ashore together, but meant that someone came to fish for the two of them.

At this time, Osamu Dazai had already taken in more water and less air out, and he was about to die. He blindfolded, folded his hands, and assumed the posture commonly used by dead people in coffins.

"No... Gudu, sorry... Gudu Gudu!"

There was a muffled sound of entering the water from above, and then a blond man in a vest and shirt swam over vigorously!

He had a serious expression on his face, as if he was on the verge of breaking out, and he had already grabbed Osamu Dazai's collar with one hand.

But when he turned his head and saw Sera with a calm expression, he couldn't help but spit out two strings of bubbles.

The woman's blond hair was scattered, and she was like a statue made of white jade at the bottom of the water. Except for the hem of the clothes and the hair floating along the water, the pair of green eyes just looked at the person without blinking.

For a moment, Kunikida Doppo thought it was a siren banshee born from the bottom of the Tsurumi River, and suddenly remembered the statue of the Madonna in the Middle Ages.

But on second thought, he wanted to beat up the weird bandage man behind him again. Could it be that this beautiful lady was the one he coaxed into dying for love!

It wasn't until Sera tapped his shoulder that Kunikida woke up in the icy cold water of the Tsurumi River. Anyway, save people now and hold on tight!

With the help of Kunikida's strength, Sierra floated up to the surface of the water, and was finally able to take a breath. Her blond hair and clothes were wet and stuck to her body, and she couldn't help shivering when the wind blew past.

A beige coat fell over Sierra's shoulders.

"Sorry, please let this lady use it for a while."

Kunikida pushed his glasses, and looked away in a gentlemanly manner.

"Kunikida...I want to too—" Dazai coughed twice and spit out a mouthful of water, "Ah! It's so cold, I'm going to catch a cold."

"If the commission is completed halfway, the person who came to throw himself into the river will disappear..." Kunikida clenched his fists, and veins popped out on his forehead, "You must be sick!"

"Huh? But it's still the fault of "that person"..." Osamu Dazai shook his head and began to reason, "It's all because of the plan given by "that person". Isn't it a pity? "

He smacked the remaining taste in his mouth, "If it wasn't for accidentally biting a fish, the water would still be a little sweet."

Osamu Dazai perfectly explained what it means: three sentences, let Kunikida Doppo beat me up.

Serra wrapped Kunikida's coat, and a red flame ignited in her hand, quickly warming her stiff body.

Osamu Dazai saw it on the way of being violently beaten, and came over shamelessly, "What a magical ability, this lady doesn't mind if I come to rub it too!"

That being said, Kunikida could only try his best to suppress his anger when others were approaching.

"May I ask, why is this...Miss Sera here?"

He already knew Sera's name, but he didn't know why there was a familiar feeling when the name was uttered from his lips.

"It's really nothing..." Sera should have just followed the river of fate.

But when passing through the river of this world, her golden thread has a strong obsession that pulls her into this world, "I just found that someone... misses me?"

She chose a more apt wording.

Judging from the happy appearance of Dazai Osamu at the bottom of the river just now, he should be quite satisfied with the result of his wish being fulfilled.So it shouldn't be him who pulled Sera back.

The Central Plains has also stayed in the world of Qisan ten years later, so there is only...

"I know, it's Atsu-kun!" Osamu Dazai twirled a trace of seaweed hidden in his hair smartly, and a light bulb lit up on his forehead, "It's like a witch traveling in different worlds. It’s like being summoned by the power of longing.”

Although it is far from reality, Osamu Dazai accidentally hit the essence of this matter.

Everyone in the detective agency knows the existence of "that person".

Otherwise, Atsushi Nakajima suddenly appeared in the detective agency, Tsurumigawa's governance plan, the unknown explosion of the Mafia Building at the port... all have no answers.

But no matter how they think about it, they can't remember whether "that person" is male or female, tall or short, fat or thin, and there are only Atsushi Nakajima's blank stares from time to time.

He will suddenly remember something, but quickly forget it under the superficial light. This kind of memory will make people unable to resist exploring, following, and imagining... Who on earth has he forgotten.

Atsushi Nakajima imagined many times what that person would be like.But when Sierra appeared in front of him, those ever-changing figures in his imagination disappeared, and only the blonde woman became clearer.

She was the one who picked herself up, sent herself to the Armed Detective Agency, and gave herself a new life. Atsushi Nakajima confirmed this with just one glance.

"Long time no see, Miss Serra..." Atsushi Nakajima's voice trembled slightly, and he was finally able to say the sentence that had been buried in his heart for a long time.

"Thank you very, very much for your help!"

He gave Sierra a 180-degree bow.

Thanks for this long overdue.

Is that all?Sera blinked suspiciously. Just this kind of gratitude is enough to form the obsession to pull her from the river of fate to this world?

"It's nothing..." She said to the little tiger seriously, "I just did what I wanted to do."

And in essence, the treasure bag swallowed the little tiger first.

"But it is very important to me." The stubborn little tiger was still unyielding, "I... I missed it for a while, and I must not continue to bear the kindness of Miss Serra without expressing it..."

"That's not how it is!"

Osamu Dazai appeared suddenly, holding a bank card in his hand, "Atsushi-kun will treat you today... Does Miss Sera like kaiseki cuisine? Why don't you try it!"

"That's...my bank card!" Shocked, Atsushi Nakajima fumbled for his wallet, only to find that the bank card inside had disappeared long ago.

"Huh? Don't you want to, don't you?"

"Nothing!" The little tiger blushed, "Miss Serra, please don't be polite!"

"Alright!" Osamu Dazai rushed away after hearing the words, "Everyone—today, Dun-kun is treating you to dinner! Do you want to come together!"

Looking at the unreliable adults standing up one by one, the little tiger couldn't help but tremble and silently count how much money was left in his wallet...

The meaning of kaiseki cuisine is that it is light, light, and still light.

Maybe there is still not enough to eat, but judging by the atmosphere of everyone in the detective agency ordering tofu out of the barbecue stand, there is obviously no such problem.

Only the little tiger clutched his wallet and wept silently.

Jinghua quietly handed her wallet to Atsushi Nakajima as a gesture.

"If you go bankrupt today..." She nodded seriously, "I can support you."

"Thank you so much..." Nakajima Atsushi shed lasagna tears.

"Actually, I have another question..." Dazai Osamu held a small glass of sake, "How did Miss Serra make so many of us forget your existence at the same time?"

Sera was sipping the store's signature soup tofu, and her eyes moved when she heard this.

Yosano and Yosano had a lot of drinks, and they were pulling a few members to talk, Edogawa Ranpo was sticking to the tempura, Kunikida Doppo was the only one seriously immersed in the atmosphere of kaiseki cuisine, At this moment, like a monk, he was silently chanting something to the white tofu in front of him.

"Whatever is in this world is naturally what is used."

"Then who did it for you?"

When Osamu Dazai asked the question, his tone was pure and kind, but his eyes seemed to be immersed in deep ink.

"Mori Ogai..."

Sera didn't hide anything, drank the only glass of sake in front of her, and spit out the name with the heat on her cheeks.

"Sure enough."

Osamu Dazai filled another glass for himself, "Is there any extra?"

"Just enough for one more sentence."

"That's good……"

The banquet was over, and Sera could also feel the obsession pulling her weaken along with Atsushi Nakajima's wallet.

"Goodbye, White Tiger."

This time, she bid farewell to the boy.

The author has something to say:

Serra: This kind of thing that was suddenly pulled into the world because of too much obsession should only happen once.

Later Sierra: Fuck.