[Comprehensive] Surrounded by beautiful men

The phone on my lap rang again.

I reached for the phone, glanced down, and saw that the caller ID was Sawada.

At this time, half an hour had passed since the end of the drama club's program. After I changed my clothes, I found Lanbo directly and took him away.At this time, he and I were in the cubicle of the girls' bathroom.

I think Sawada and the others wanted to find Rambo and me, but they couldn't find anyone, so they called.

In fact, besides him, Akashi and the others also called me, probably asking where I was.

I reached out and pressed it, sent a text message to Sawada, and then turned off the phone screen.

I saw my face reflected in the dark screen - expressionless, pale, like a gloomy person who has not seen the sun all year round.

"Hey truth, what are you calling Master Lanbo to do?" Lanbo asked, he reached out and pinched his nose, "And you also called me to the bathroom, hey, you are so unhygienic."

I came back to my senses, looked down at Lanbo and asked him, "How many times can you use your bazooka?"

Lan Bo scratched his head, "Huh? Lord Lan Bo doesn't know." He reached into his hair and took out the bazooka, looking in.

"Well, there are still five ammunition, what, do you want to use it?" Lan Bo asked curiously.

I nodded, then reached for the bazooka.

Lan Bo suddenly hid the bazooka behind his back, stuck out his tongue at me and made a grimace, "Liu Wei, the truth must be given to Master Lan Bo first, and Master Lan Bo will lend you the bazooka, otherwise Mr. People don’t borrow it.”

Still the familiar blue wave, the familiar smell of bear.

If it was normal, I might tease Rambo, or just go and buy him something to eat.But now I don't have extra energy to coax him, and I haven't sorted out my emotions yet.

I stretched out my hand to hold the bazooka, then looked down at him, and said lightly, "Lanbo, let go."

Lan Bo, who was looking into my eyes, froze for a moment, then let go of his hand embarrassingly, with a somewhat astonished and depressed expression, like a child who has been suddenly scolded by an adult.

I paused, realizing that my tone might not be very good, I rubbed my forehead, and said in a low voice, "Sorry, Rambo."

Lan Bo sniffed his nose and squatted on the ground, "The truth is actually fierce to Master Lan Bo!"

I bent down and reached out to rub his afro head, comforting him: "I'll buy you a cake after I'm done?"

Lan Bo raised his head and looked at me, he stretched out his finger, "Lord Lan Bo wants two copies!"

"Okay, two copies."

After getting the Ten Years Later Bazooka, I hesitated a little.

Am I sure I want to go straight to ten years like this?

Although I saw those memories through Bai Lan, as Li Baoen told me before, the future is uncontrollable and has countless branches, and I cannot guarantee that what I go to is the parallel world I saw.

In other words, my five trips may have been useless.

Maybe I still haven't got the answer after going there five times and ten years later, maybe it will make me fall into deeper troubles

After thinking for a moment, I pointed the bazooka at myself.

Really, what do I think so much about.

Do whatever you want.that's it.

In the worst case, I will only know about the situation of a wave of parallel worlds, which is not a loss.

With the rising pink smoke, I came ten years later.

After my vision regained clarity, I observed the surrounding environment, and suddenly found that this place looked familiar.

This is an office, it should be where I used to be.

I walked to the desk in front of me, reached out and picked up a bag that the owner had placed on the desk, and probably guessed whose office it was.

After all, among the people I know, the one who can put it on the table is most likely Bai Lan.

And the reason why I feel familiar with this place is also because when I first came here ten years later, I was in Bailan's office.

It's just that at that time, I in the future and the parallel world hadn't died yet.

With a click, the door slammed.

I look back.

A silver-haired man in a black suit opened the door and walked in.

It's Prynne.

In my impression, I seem to rarely see Prynne wearing black clothes.

Maybe it's because he looks innocent and innocent with a smile all day long, or maybe it's because he is white and has silver hair, so people always feel that he should be as pure and white as a statue for no reason.

And Bai Lan also naturally goes well with white clothes.

Although he is a black mud boss in essence, from the appearance alone, if someone who doesn't know Bailan sees Bai Lan's smiling expression, he might be deceived by him.

Therefore, when I saw Bai Lan wearing such a formal and pure black dress, I always felt a little out of place and out of place.

When Bai Lan saw me appearing here, there was no trace of surprise in Bai Lan's expression, as if he showed up because he knew I was here.

With the same stomach-ache smile on the corner of his lips, he greeted me briskly, "Yo, Truth-chan, long time no see."

It seems that he is not the Bai Lan I saw in my memory.

Although there was a moment of disappointment, I still greeted him and asked about the situation as usual, "Have we met before?"

Bai Lan closed the door casually, walked to the desk, reached out to pick up the one on the table, then took out one with her fingertips, and put it to her lips, "It's too much, I've met Zhenjiang before, and it's so soon Was it forgotten?"

Hearing him say that, I remembered, "Ah"

He should be talking about the time I met him ten years later when I first came here. At that time, he deliberately touched me and said that we were a fiancé couple.

But when I came, my future self seemed to be alive, so now

As if seeing my doubts, Bai Lan slightly bent her eyes, and her voice slowed down, "The current truth sauce is dead."

He spoke very slowly, without a trace of excitement, and his tone was as calm as that of an old man.

I don't know how many times I heard this news, I no longer have any emotions of surprise and doubt.

I pulled the chair and sat down, then nodded calmly.

"Don't you want to ask something?" Bai Lan looked at me and asked.

I thought for a while, and then asked him, "I heard that your ability is to communicate with yourself in the parallel world?"

Bai Lan sat down opposite me and clasped her hands, "Yes, does Truth want to know about me in a parallel world?"

Well, guessed it so quickly.

I nodded, "Can you help me?"

Bai Lan stretched out her fingertips and tapped her chin, the smile on her lips remained unchanged, "Although I can help you fulfill any request from Truth-chan, but—"

He opened his eyes slightly, and looked at me with lavender eyes, "Sure enough, even if I am in a parallel world, I would still be jealous if Truth sauce cares so much about me."

I:

???

What are you doing, I'm jealous of myself?

I was a little speechless at that moment, and my originally gloomy mood was disturbed.

And I don't care about it, I just want to know the specific information.

But fortunately, even though Bai Lan said so, he still asked, "So, what is my situation that Truth-chan wants to know?"

I was silent for a while, covering my lower lip with one hand.

"You who are about to die."

Bai Lan paused slightly, and put away the smile on her lips.

He sat there, opened his eyes and stared at me calmly.

"Blanc?"

After a while, Bai Lan reached out and picked up a piece and kneaded it with her fingertips, "I think I might know the Bai Lan that Truth Jiang mentioned." He said.

Before I could say anything, he continued, "But unfortunately, I can't help Zhenjiang."

I frowned slightly, "Why?"

"Because—" Bai Lan held it in his hand, "he seems to have lost the ability to communicate with us in the parallel world, so he is no longer in our space."

"Have you lost your ability?" I repeated in a low voice.

"Yes." Bai Lan replied casually.

I asked, "Do you know why?"

Bai Lan's fingertips paused, he stood up, threw the crushed hand on the table, knocked off the powdered sugar in the palm of his hand, and a slightly cool smile hung on the corner of his lips, "Because——and what shouldn't be opposed 'People' are right."

Someone who shouldn't be right?

I suddenly thought of my death in these worlds.

Could it be that the source of everything is because of the enemy?

One, human?

I couldn't help asking him, "Is my death related to that person?"

Bai Lan paused for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just brought up a frivolous smile again, "I don't know either."

I was a little irritable in my heart, "Bai Lan!"

Bai Lan should know the truth, but he chose to take it with a frivolous attitude.

Just like the people I met before, they knew the truth, but they kept silent because of a certain originality.

And there are other mes I meet in the illusion.

None of them seemed to want me, who was still alive, to pursue the truth.

Although I know they may be doing it for my own good, but, but—

Bai Lan turned to look at me, "Truth sauce, is the truth or life more important to you?"

He walked up to me and looked down at me, and I saw myself in his lavender eyes.

Once the eyes with the color of light violets withdraw from the smile, they look extraordinarily cold and frightening.

"If you know the truth, you will enter the wrong path of death, and at the same time, the people around you may also die with you. Even so, truth sauce, do you still pursue the truth?"

I looked up to meet him.

The expression on Bai Lan's face was calm, and his eyes were slightly cold.

"You ask me this way, is it that I in this world—or in other parallel worlds, died because of chasing the truth?" I"

I paused, "Did I implicate you to death?"

Bai Lan didn't answer my question directly, but instead asked, "What if I say yes?"

I stayed silent.

Bai Lan looked down at me, her long eyelashes covered the expression in her eyes, her lips were slightly pursed.

It's almost 5 minutes soon.

Finally, I let out a sigh of relief and rubbed my forehead with my hand, "If this truth is important to me, then the answer is—yes."

I looked up to meet him.

There was no expression on Bai Lan's face, and his expression was indifferent.

"Both answers, both, yes."