Ke Xue invades the three-dimensional

There is nothing to tell the story behind.

As the only man who can be called sober predicted, the whole world rots together, and the end is clear at a glance.

The BOSS who woke up completely lost his mind, and became even more crazy on the basis of his chaos. One day in the future, he will definitely not be able to escape the fate of death, but at that time, he will be buried with countless worlds.

—and gin.

Gin was destined to be buried for him.

Oh, and there is one more person, Jiang Gu Ling.

The BOSS forgot his full name, and probably forgot that this person has other special value besides [alive], so he only used "zero" to refer to him.

When Zero was caught, he was injured in the high-risk world outside the safehouse, and his mental state was not very good. When he saw the boss, he was too emotional, which actually made his health index drop.

BOSS left his body in reality, and put his consciousness into a deliberately woven dream world, where there are no regrets and no disasters, so as to ensure that Zero can live a happier life than everyone in the world.

He himself could have chosen this way of life, he would not feel pain in his dream, and he would not feel restless because of the continuous passing of life, but he didn't know what he thought—most likely because he forgot that he had been living from the beginning to the end. He didn't have this plan in the end, it seemed that feeling the pain all the time would make him realize the fact that he was still alive more deeply.

The huge safe house, the surface exposed on the ground, is like a large manor immersed in comfort forever. There are only two people in the manor, BOSS and Gin, and only Zero, who is lying in an empty shell in the room, does not count.

Even if the outside sky falls, a disaster suddenly strikes, floods cover the land, moats engulf the city, and hundreds of thousands or even tens of thousands of people die... This is not a big place, covered by warm but false sunshine, It will always be quiet and safe.

In the manor, the most common sound is the sound of a wheelchair being pushed.

Squeak, squeak.

The silver-haired man pushed his master, who had been stitched into a monster, out of the laboratory.

"Array, I want to go and see Zero."

"it is good."

"Zhen, stay with me all the time, will you be bored?"

"No. Cover the quilt well, you can't catch cold."

"Array..."

"I'm here."

The BOSS hooked Gin's silver hair with a bent finger. Gin always bowed his head when he pushed the wheelchair forward. At 1.9 meters, he needs to bend his waist low enough so that the BOSS does not need to exert effort to raise his hand. can catch him.

The BOSS didn't look much different from what it was a year ago, still weak, thin, covered in scars, hanging on his last breath, neither getting better nor getting worse—of course it's fake.

His real body was hidden at the bottom of the safehouse, and even Gin did not have the authority to open the closed door. Naturally, no one could see his true face as he lingered until now.

I usually use only a spare body for ground activities. When I first took it out of the training tank and used it, it was still as healthy and powerful as a normal person, but after taking over the consciousness of the boss, or the soul, it will not take long. The interior began to rot, and the surface of the body appeared irreparable ulcers.

This is also a matter of no choice. The only solution is to replace it frequently. Anyway, the supply is sufficient, and you can discard as much as you want.

However, frequent replacement of spare bodies also has sequelae, such as increased memory loss.

What the BOSS forgot was not only Zero's real name, but some people who died too early and his origins. After even the memory related to that woman faded away, he simply forgot what his name was, it didn't matter anyway.

From the time he started on this path, his past, which was considered bright, and the name "Yuan Qianmu" all disappeared with the death of those people.

The BOSS is the BOSS of the black organization, the heinous person who destroyed the world, and now he only has this identity...

"——The whole article is miserable, right? Don't rush to cry, there will be worse things to come."

"Well, it doesn't seem to be a problem, but he persisted for three years with his own method, and he couldn't hold on anymore. He finally thought of another way, severely offended the 'self' who played HE in the parallel world, and made the idiot over there who didn't die early die in the same period. Catch it here and give hospice care to the dying zero-in fact, do hospice care for yourself."

"There is no reason. It's time for this parallel world that has been messed up to be recycled and destroyed. The owner of the Internet cafe, who was owed two commendations by enthusiastic citizens by the police officer Jianggu, came here to play a real villain, and kill a person who arouses your strong sympathy. It’s not impossible for the poor man to go back home again, right?”

On the black background of the comic storyboard, the "narrator" chats with readers across the world.

Of course, it was he who anticipated the reader's reaction in advance and unilaterally left words in the comics.

【………】

The forum was completely silent, not even a punctuation mark appeared.

This……

Ah this...

It turns out that the landlord next door didn't talk nonsense, the black hand behind the Jierong phenomenon appeared, and it was the black-clothed organization BOSS himself, and the BOSS turned out to be...

Take it easy!

Everyone is old Two-dimensional, and it’s not like I haven’t seen similar horror plots before, and I don’t—no, it’s impossible not to be afraid!

It doesn't matter who you are, what's important is the god, help me! The Dimensional Wall was smashed to pieces by a man with dark glasses, a scary riddle! ! !

In an instant, readers recalled the fear of being ruled by Boss Jiang's underworld filter.

No, the penetrating feeling is even better, because this Boss Jiang is not a beautiful and pitiful red cat at all, he, he, he, he, he——

Oh shit?

No, why? Boss?It's obviously a BOSS, but this parallel world version BOSS...why is it so fucking miserable? ? ! ! !

The amount of information flooded in. Before the readers were shocked for a few seconds, they were immediately overwhelmed by the tragic "special chapter" plot.

—— Yuan Qianmu (this world), is really a sinister man.

He didn't give the foolish readers time to react at all. The moment he fell off the horse, he immediately threw out the "plot" of the old pain and blood in the parallel world, blurring the story of the boss of the black organization in this world who directed and acted himself. Shame on black history.

The reader is powerless to resist, and the point is completely skewed.

Although they still didn't dare to bb on the forum where they were suspected to be seen by the black hands behind the scenes, their mental journey was completely hit.

Even knowing that the "BOSS" has destroyed the entire world, the destructive power is so strong that the blood in the other world has become a sea, which is enough to make any ordinary person fear from the bottom of his heart... But this "story" is really...

Of course, many people were frightened and turned black immediately, for fear that the madly begging BOSS would pull the real world over to cause trouble, but the first reaction of most people was sympathy, intolerance, and embarrassment...

After all, kindness and empathy are the excellent qualities shared by ordinary people. The so-called "story" is too shocking, and it is all a tragedy of fate. There is no doubt how severe the impact on everyone is.

"They are all kind and well-meaning people. I have always wanted to thank you, but I didn't have the chance. This time I just made up for it."

"Narrator" to praise.

After being praised, the big troops felt a chill on their necks, and the cold air rushed up: Don't exaggerate, don't exaggerate, I can't stand it, boss!Is there any brave man who can just go up and block a block of output——

Have!The witty and brave little friend suddenly thought of it!

The tragedy of the parallel world started with the jump on the Ferris wheel. Since then, I have made mistakes again and again to perfectly dodge the correct option to go straight to HE. The important difference in the birth of the parallel world lies in which jump or not?

Here comes the problem, the source Qianmu they saw in Conan's main line is really dead, so, in the plot...

"That being said, the 'I' in the parallel world should also thank you."

Narration, no, the ex-terrorist organization leader found the enthusiastic Mr. Yuan Yuan to cut off the beginning of his own death again without compromising.

He himself is a walking ghost story, and the information he reveals is scary even if he doesn't think about it, and even more terrifying when he thinks about it carefully.

"I was aware of the existence of the forum the first time I came here, and I very cooperatively provided my past... this one, the smart Mr. Boss."

"In the 'past' you presented, how much of it is fake?"

……

From the perspective of a bystander, Qian Mu seems to be talking to himself in the void.

There was a big hole in the glove from the palm, which is normal. It takes a lot of effort to "push the door" uninvited. He took off the glove that had become bloody inside and leaked red from the hole, and directly Throw it on the ground.

Because there are no trash cans in the field of vision, and the places farther away are broken walls paved with reinforced concrete, and there is either dust or mud under the feet, so it is no problem to treat the place as a garbage dump.

He took a leisurely look around with the mentality of a tourist, and walked a few hundred meters in a random direction.

Most of the shopping mall building collapsed, and the Tokyo Tower, which was visible in the past, was also broken in two. Under the huge and heavy concrete wall, the tail of the car whose roof was dented can be vaguely seen.

The frosty wind blows up the advertising leaflets in the corner, or the fragments of children's picture books, and blows through the streets that were asphalt roads at least a year ago, and even the dust is not allowed to be left behind. The empty and deserted spread, the ruins of the commercial street in the city center Suddenly more desolate.

Is there anyone alive in this city?

There should be.

Qianmu can sense the signs of life closest to him, and his activities are about ten kilometers away. Even in the face of disasters that cannot be resisted by manpower, weak humans are very tenacious.

There should be acquaintances, such as Edogawa Conan, no, here he is Kudo Shinichi, Mr. Kazami, the subordinate of Zero in the public security.

For the time being, he doesn't plan to take a look at the protagonist, the little detective, who won't die even if he dies in this world... Sorry, I didn't say it rigorously enough, he is "one of the protagonists", and there are many protagonists in this hodgepodge of broken worlds , Magic, but the Conan studio of other crews suffered a lot.

After only three years, the important supporting roles on their side have all died, and if the development continues, the appointed protagonist will also be in danger.

"It's really sad to see this scene. I'm a peace lover with a happy reunion with all the staff."

After the true reunion lovers were emotional, they walked forward for a while, and stopped 100 meters away from the former Metropolitan Police Department building. Suddenly, the corners of their lips curled up, and they said lightly: "So? You haven't answer my question."

"Ah, it's annoying to backstab people in front of an audience that's thinking about you, of course I know that, but we don't need to mind such small details, right?"

There was a very light laughter in front of him.

The laughter was a bit hoarse, but luckily it was downwind, otherwise it wouldn't have spread too far and would have dispersed.

"Probably...a little bit."

The owner of the laughter spoke, his voice remained strange, as if he needed proficiency to adjust his voice, the more words he said, the more normal his voice would be: "You know, there are some things I can't remember clearly, On the basis of reality, properly process a little detail, it should be understandable?"

"It's suspected of malicious guidance, but I'm not qualified to accuse you." Qianmu looked up, the smile on his lips seemed to deepen, but there was no warmth in his slightly narrowed eyes, "I'm not stupid, the reaction Isn't it smart to be so fast?"

"You don't need to try, I'll tell you straight, my cute and foolish folks are not on the same server as you, even if you lead them to have a desire to save you that can tear apart the chains, you can't use it."

"Well...you have to connect to it, forget it."

"Give up so quickly?"

"It's hopeless. I was pierced by you as soon as I had a thought... Then, will you let me go?"

After regretting for a second without emotion, he quickly got to the point.

Qian Mu didn't answer immediately, although the answer was confirmed when he came.

He spent a little time looking at his "self" in another world. It has to be said that it is one thing to know the existence of the other party, but another thing to actually see it. At this moment, his mood is quite strange.

It's like looking in the mirror—it doesn't mean that he is indistinguishably similar to "myself", in fact they are not alike at all, and even the appearance that should be the same is widened by the "terminal illness" that the other party has not gotten rid of so far.

What is reflected in the mirror is his "past".

The rich psychological activities can be roughly summarized as: Ha, is this the retribution of fabricating scripts to fool the audience?Anyway, I'm 29 years old, and I'm already past the age of wearing a sweater. In order to speed up the favor of the forum, I really use any means...

Enthusiastic citizen Mr. Yuan (special note: he is a very tasteful and decent person who hasn’t worn a sweater for decades) is shocked and amazed.

But I have to say that his method is very successful, except for the respectable centenarians who are speechless in the meeting to the parallel world, there are only advantages and no disadvantages.

For this crucial "meeting" in various senses, the BOSS exited the dream the moment he noticed the arrival of "self", and deliberately changed into a brand new spare body before coming to see him.

The body that has not been corrupted by the soul is using the data left by him when he was a consultant. This is the healthiest period in BOSS's 29 years of life. Although his height has always stagnated at 179cm, his physical strength and energy are at their peak.

Of course, this is the initial state just out of the cabin. The moment the soul does not enter, the corrosion has already begun.

The BOSS that Qianmu saw had red hair reaching shoulder length, and was a bit thinner than "Alfonso Ketor", with a paler complexion and an unhealthy bruise on his lips.

The cheekbones were protruding due to the reduction of the cheeks, and the two glass-like eyes were red and dripping. The slightly raised eye ends in the past had no muscle support, so they could only collapse and be embedded in the deep eye sockets, making the eyes look even more beautiful. round.

In this way, he looks younger than his physical age, and with a solid-color sweater with fleece lining and a thick jacket, it is no problem to treat him as a high school student who is mentally weak and bravely blows the wind.

Boss found a piece of steel bar at the top of the ruins of the Metropolitan Police Department building, and sat there alone with his legs dangling in the air, as if he would tilt and fall down at any time, giving people an extremely dangerous look.

The small-capacity hood was blown by the cold wind behind him, and fine frost fell gently on his hair, dyeing the dull red hair white for a moment, and it quickly melted away.

— how fragile, harmless, and concerning.

It seems that it has nothing to do with the villain who destroyed the world.

There is also a huge gap with the amnesiac boss that the idiots saw.

Perhaps this is the difference between pretending to be awake and being "awake" in the true sense.

"...you'd better put on your hat first."

Mr. Yuan, who couldn't stand it anymore, made a tactful suggestion.

Boss looked down at him intently, and obediently pulled up his hood to block the light snow that was carried by the wind.

He misjudged the role of the forum, which made temporary preparations useless. He didn't seem to be too disappointed, and he wasn't ashamed to be exposed. It was just a means of survival. He had already abandoned those useless emotions.

The boss who lost his disguise was quite frank: "So what? You haven't answered my question yet."

"will not."

"..."

"Yes, it's about something very important to me, so I will never let you go."

Qian Mu——no, it is Mr. Yuan, the cross-world part-time villain now—said in a brisk tone.

The boss was silent for a few seconds.

It was indeed beyond his expectation that "I" didn't do it right away, although he didn't bring too many chances that the other party would be soft-hearted... But, to borrow the words that someone said to him vaguely: as long as you If you have a glimmer of hope, you can't give up trying.

Now that the attempt fails, no surprise, skip the time-wasting talk and switch strategies.

"You can't kill me." The boss smiled, "I have caught a lot of chips that you will never lose."

"Then you just keep them, as long as you don't die, don't return them to me until I reach retirement age."

Boss: "..."

The boss smiled again: "Okay."

Of course he wouldn't believe it. If "I" was really so generous, the eyes that looked at him at that time wouldn't be filled with murderous intent.

He still insisted on killing him, but the man who really appeared in front of him didn't have a trace of cold and murderous look in his eyes...

Strange, but the reason is not important.

The BOSS will not let go of everything that can be used as a bargaining chip for his own survival. He keeps thinking, cheers up, and is ready to deal with "himself" for a long time.

"Believe it or not, if I can sign a fair and mutually beneficial hourly lease contract, I don't mind throwing them to you at all."

Just to be polite, Qian Mu's heart was only moved for a second - it's impossible to not be moved at all, right?

Being threatened by "myself", he should be angry, but his mentality is unexpectedly very stable.

Qianmu took a step forward, and at the second step, his figure had already appeared in the air. In the third step, the front end of the spotless leather shoes stepped firmly on the steel bar on which the BOSS was sitting, and then he walked towards the boss without any haste. A figure who did not intend to hide approached.

In the end it took only three steps.

He stopped in front of the "self" who turned his head to look at him, bent down, and before reaching down, he took off the sunglasses with a little water on the bridge of his nose, folded them up and put them in his pocket.

The melted snow also wet his neatly braided hair, and the snow-white hem of the windbreaker swung widely, and the howling of the cold wind could be heard more clearly from high places.

The two sides looking down and being looked down switched, and looked at "self" again, Qianmu's face was calm, omitting the nonsense such as "The four orangutans are fine, why do you have the nerve to threaten me with your array and zero".

"I" knows myself best, and "he" knows that he is quite disappointing in nature, and he can't even stand the death of his relatives and friends in the parallel world. He also knows that "he" can do anything to live another day, and he has really become the person he hates the most. look.

Kind of like my 17-and-a-half-year-old self, almost there, but not less.

Mr. Yuan couldn't help sighing, today is really witnessing black history, constantly revisiting black history, if you can't destroy the witnesses and material evidence on the spot, then you can only use the old method.

The BOSS also looked at him quietly, the sleet wet his face, and after such a short period of time, his originally pale facial skin seemed to have been cursed with accelerated rot, and the blood sores bit by bit It emerged in a row, and under the gaze of Qianmu's scarlet eyes, it spread mercilessly to the intact place.

Qianmu's bare left hand strangled his upturned neck. Before he could use any force, the cracks all over the palm made rough touch on the most fragile piece of skin of the BOSS. He also took away his own body temperature.

The BOSS shivered a little, because it was really cold outside, and the only heat source was in danger of death.

"Although you will be free in the end."

"I won't, you can't."

"But I'll give you a second option that isn't among the options already."

"what?"

The dying man spoke intermittently, and the vibration in his throat was also transmitted to Qianmu's palm. His expression did not change, and he continued: "Just the two of us, let's make a deal."

"I can do my best to help you live a longer and easier life, but only if—"

"I'll just stay here, let me pay you a little deposit, you have to go to my world to stay for a while, do my work for me, of course, I will give you a body that is more convenient for you to move around. Apart from not being able to do things that I don't allow, the movement is very free."

The BOSS was puzzled: "What's the purpose?"

Mr. Yuan said calmly, "You have no better choice."

There is no one who is more enthusiastic than him in dealing with integrity, caring for the mentally handicapped and unlucky juniors.