Dice has to give me spoilers for the plot of Ke Xue

Although he believed in the ability of the system panel, facing the high-energy bomb that would destroy everything in an instant once detonated, Riya also unconsciously held his breath when he cut the wire short.

Fortunately, the bomb and people are still intact.

Breathing out in relief, Riya stood up straight, and her first reaction was to look at her curly-haired colleague: This person's luck must be too bad.

With half the chance, he could actually pick the worst outcome.Fortunately, she chose to stay... Sure enough, good intentions are rewarded.

However, before the teasing words came out, several windows popped up in succession as the task panel swiped the screen——

[The investigation of "Timed Detonation of Skyscrapers" is completed.

The next plot diary has been unlocked for you, please check it later. 】

[Under the influence of the "Turn misfortune into blessing" trait, you permanently lose 1 point of upper limit of will, the current upper limit is 51, and the remaining value is 50 points. 】

[82/50]

[Will check failed, remaining value -2.The current will remaining value is 48, which has fallen below the set lower limit, triggering the protection mechanism. 】

【You are about to fall into a coma. 】

Before losing consciousness, Liya saw the bright red [World Alienation Value] progress bar jump slightly, but before she could see clearly, her vision was completely submerged in darkness.

the other side.

When the danger of explosion was lifted, Matsuda Zhenping couldn't help but smile.

Although it is not the first time to complete a bomb disposal mission, every time he escapes from such a dangerous situation, it is a very interesting and unique experience for him, just like the thrill of overlooking from a high place, he fully enjoys this .

It was someone who just said that he was very nervous, but maintained a high degree of stability and focus throughout the bomb disposal process.If it weren't for the fact that she only acted when prompted by herself, Matsuda Jinping would really doubt the authenticity of her words.

Speaking of this, he looked sideways at his partner who was standing still, and took a step closer with some doubts: "It's over, you—"

The voice stopped abruptly.

Because the female police officer, who was still in high spirits just now, looked up at him blankly, her lips seemed to squirm, but before she could say anything, she suddenly closed her eyes and fell down.

"Hey, Asai!"

"Miss, it's easy to catch a cold if you fall asleep here?"

In the gradually clear line of sight, the first thing Liya noticed was the dazzling sunlight, and he couldn't help squinting his eyes a little uncomfortable.

Soon, the scene in front of him gradually became clear.

The first thing that catches the eye is the gentle smile of the fair-haired waiter with slightly darker complexion and a deep and handsome face.

Judging from the movement of his half-raised hand, the careful but not neglected pat on the shoulder before should have come from this.

Seeing the dark-haired young woman's expression still slightly dazed, even when she saw the interior of Poirot Cafe, it was the first time she saw a novel and slightly guarded look, Toru Amuro frowned slightly.

His eyes flickered, and he took a step back calmly.

But as a waiter, Toru Amuro's voice was still soft and patient, with natural and sincere care: "Guest, if you feel any discomfort in your body, please allow me to help you?"

"No, it doesn't matter."

Riya had already reacted from the shock of the unfamiliar scene, became calm again, and nodded towards him with a normal face, "I probably fell asleep just now, but I'm much better now."

At the same time, she also recognized the bartender who had met several times.

The strange thing is, under the quiet observation, she noticed that the other party didn't seem to recognize her at all?

Toru Amuro smiled slightly, and did not answer whether he believed it or not. He just reminded him gently again: "It is already 12:23 noon, and it is time for meals. Maybe you would like to have lunch first?"

"Then let's have a signature set meal in the store, thank you." Feeling the hunger in his stomach, Riya ordered the order graciously.

Watching the blond waiter return to the back kitchen, it seems that he has started to prepare meals, and there is only one strange female clerk left at the front desk.

So first of all, it's reassuring that the mission panel is still-

Looking at the unchanging brass-colored dice, Riya breathed a sigh of relief, collected himself, lowered his head and quickly began to check himself.

The clothes are her daily style, there are no obvious wounds all over her body, and there is no discomfort in her body, as if she just woke up from sleep normally.

Of course, ordinary sleep will not make a person disappear from the dilapidated explosion scene in the blink of an eye and appear in a strange cafe with clean windows.

He successfully took out the phone from his coat, and before unlocking it, Riya paused in relief and bewilderment at the palm-sized screen.

The relief is seeing the reflection I see from the pitch-black screen, which still belongs to Asai Riya's face; the confusion is because of this full-touch smooth screen and the novel design without a keyboard.

... With such a thorough replacement, could it be that she came ten years later?

And after she stood the phone up for a few seconds, the pitch-black screen lit up on its own.

Ignoring the wonder of technology, Riya saw the date on the screen at a glance, and almost didn't cry out.

Because that date was clearly three years after she lost consciousness!

In the face of such an unscientific reality, Riya suddenly calmed down, opened the address book immediately, and began to look for the number he knew by heart.

Brother, it should be in...

"Your signature set meal is ready, please use it slowly."

The brisk figure that suddenly approached at some point made her fingers on the screen tremble in shock.

The "beep" call sounded.

Riya: "..."

Looking at the dial interface with "Matsuda-kun" on the screen, she leaned back slightly, reaching out her hand as if nothing had happened and was about to hang up.

"The number you dialed is empty..." But before she touched the screen, a sweet mechanical female voice gently informed the result.

The blond-haired waiter didn't leave in a hurry, and just stood aside and looked at her quietly, with a curious look on his expression at the moment.

Riya paused, and quickly pressed the call interface: "I dialed the wrong number."

Since the person in front of her was a stranger now, she didn't bother to avoid it, so she quickly found Narumi Asai's number and dialed it again.

Three seconds later, an electronic female voice came from the microphone again: "The number you dialed is empty..."

Ignoring the question of the waiters and bartenders at all, Riya froze for a moment, staring at the screen in disbelief.

After recovering from the dial interface that he had just glimpsed, his eyes darkened for a moment, Toru Amuro didn't look any further, and quietly turned and returned to the front desk.

But the next few times between the seat and the front desk, his eyes always wandered to the window seat intentionally or unintentionally, so obvious that his colleague Azusa Enomoto, who was also immersed in busy work, noticed this.

She took time out of her busy schedule to ask about this: "Mr. Amuro, do you know that strange lady?"

"No."

Realizing that his attention was too obvious, Toru Amuro maintained a gentle smile and calmly disregarded the relationship, "I just feel that the guest seems to be in a bad mood, and I'm a little worried."

"So that's how it is." Knowing the cheerful and kind personality of the new colleague very well, Azusa Enomoto didn't have any doubts about this, but sighed with admiration, "Is this the secret of Mr. Amuro's popularity? It’s been amazing in every way.”

Toru Amuro responded with a mysterious smile.

But before turning around, he couldn't help but cast another glance at the back of the black-haired woman by the window, and what rose in his heart was a sentimentality that was completely different from the calmness on the surface.

It is now confirmed that it is really her...

If he hadn't recognized it at the beginning, after seeing the number, he had clearly recalled the identity of the woman.At the same time, what was awakened was also the memory of a familiar figure with black curly hair who was used to wearing a black suit.

Lowering his eyes, some uncontrollable sourness surged up in his throat, he couldn't help but raised his hand and gently pressed his forehead.

However, it was undeniable that he was actually secretly happy about it.

At least, there are people who still remember you like me.

Curly jerk.

Watching the elevator go up slowly, Riya absently checked the emails on his phone.

After dialing two empty numbers in a row, she almost finished her lunch without knowing what to eat, and then hurriedly left the coffee shop.

After checking the items behind, I only found some small change. Other than that, there was only a familiar key. It didn't look like he was about to go out at all. Presumably the owner of the item just came out for a meal.

Then, the address must not be too far away.

Considering the urgent need to obtain more information at the moment, after simply flipping through the mail, but did not get any information except the deduction notice, with a fluke mentality, Riya decided to go home first.

...I can only hope that her address has not changed at this point in time, otherwise, wouldn't she be sleeping on the street?

With a sound of "beep", the elevator door slowly opened, and Riya immediately restrained his thoughts, and walked quickly to the familiar house number with a little nervous expectation.

The key successfully opened the door lock.

Feeling relieved, she unconsciously smiled, and opened the door casually.

But before he had time to breathe a sigh of relief at the familiar decoration and furniture, Riya's heart stopped again amidst the sudden sound of the dice falling to the ground.

[33/75]

[Successful detection check.Although the interior of the room looks familiar, you already noticed it, didn't you?The strange smell of perfume in the air is just behind the door, whose breathing is that? 】

Almost at the moment when she reacted and her muscles tensed, the woman's white and clean arms stretched out from one side, stopping her attack just right: "It's me, why, I was scared?"

While speaking, she raised her hand by the way, closed the door for Liya very naturally with a "click", and locked it from the inside.

The movement of putting on the shoulders was lazy and careless, and the strange woman's voice was low and smiling, like cello music played elegantly:

"Well, you've been to see Bourbon?"