[Comprehensive] Miss Xizhi

After being forcibly poured down a whole ton of All Might's special Chicken Soup for the Soul, Chuya felt like he was about to pass out. When the show was over, he felt light when he stepped on the steps, as if he was stepping on a big lump of cotton, and there was no walking at all. real feeling.

As he walked, he even yawned a few times. Fortunately, his eyelids didn't sink to the point where he couldn't help but close them.

Wang Xizhi next to him was extremely excited, walking and bouncing, and occasionally chanting a few golden sentences that All Might just said in a good mood.Zhong Ye only felt a pain in the head when he heard it.

"Really... All Might is so handsome." Wang Xizhi said very seriously, "I feel that he is different from others. Hmm... What is the difference..."

"Painting style." Zhong Ye replied stiffly, "That guy's painting style is different from others."

"Oh……?"

This answer doesn't feel right.

Walking out of Xiongying all the way, Wang Xizhi's excitement has not yet been polished, and he is still talking about All Might happily.

In the middle of speaking, she stopped suddenly, patted Chuya on the shoulder, and said with some uncertainty: "I seem to hear someone shouting 'help'?"

The direction of the sound seemed to be still above the head.

"what?"

Zhong also stopped, closed his eyes, and stood there for more than ten seconds as if feeling the fate of heaven and earth, then shook his head firmly.

"did not hear."

Seriously speaking, All Might's magical laughter is still ringing in his ears. I really can't hear what is helping or not.

Wang Xizhi had doubts in his heart, but after he heard Zhong and said "no" decisively, he felt that there was really no value in continuing to doubt, so he nodded and didn't care about it anymore.

Cross a street.A huge man passed in front of them. One of his hands seemed to be pieced together from rocks, with countless sharp edges and corners.Wang Xizhi stared at that hand for a long time, almost being swept away by the flow of people.

Zhong also grasped her arm: "That should be his personality."

"I think so." She grinned. "Personality Age, it's amazing. The first time I sneaked out, I was really surprised."

There are so many completely different people walking on the road. Under the influence of personality, they are more or less different from the usual definition of "normal people" in appearance.And people aren't surprised by that, either way.

When she walked on the street in the past, she was really timid.Fear of being found out, fear of being seen through—there are so many things to be afraid of.

But now, it seems that there is nothing to be afraid of anymore.

"When I just woke up, I said that this is not the best time. Maybe I was wrong." She laughed at herself, "It's much better than before."

Walking under such a comfortable sky, do you still have the right to expect anything more?

"Well... I think it can get better." Chuya muttered, his eyes swept over the tram stop sign beside the road, "We're almost there."

"Ah... I'm going back now? It feels like it's just begun!"

Looking around, Wang Xizhi always felt that there were still too many interesting places, so he was really reluctant to go back.

Zhong also shrugged, but this time he didn't say any sarcasm or dissatisfaction, he just comforted and said: "If there is a chance in the future, come again."

"Ah."

She only hoped that this "later" could come sooner.

While speaking, the street lights at the intersection turned red, forcing them to stop.Nakaya supported the railing with one hand, and beat his right foot casually, looking very impatient.

The air behind him suddenly froze.A bad premonition rushed into Chuya's brain.He put away all his small movements and quickly turned around to look behind him.

Originally, there was nothing behind them, but now a few more figures appeared silently, standing upright, with unnaturally straight spines.

It was a boy and a girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, the most presumptuous age, standing next to each other.The boy held a small knife in his hand, and the girl's long pink hair was blown up again and again by the wind.

Beside them, separated by a little half a meter, there was another man, wearing a dark gray robe, leaning on a black wooden cane in his hand, his slightly long hair was combed back meticulously, and the corners of his mouth drooped in an extremely heavy arc.

Wang Xizhi knew that a man never used crutches because of leg problems or walking disabilities, it was just a tool for him to show off his authority.Zhong also knew how glaring the knife in the boy's hand would reflect in the sunlight by the sea.

Those standing in front of them were all dead people, who might have already been turned into ashes.But they appeared again, and met them again with the attitude of their lives.

For a moment, they were stunned.Can't believe what happened and don't know why it happened like this.

"Xizhi." The man in the dark gray robe hit the black wooden crutch to the ground, there was an unexpectedly heavy sound, and he stretched out his hand with a completely condescending posture, "Come on. You know what you have to do."

--That is……

Broken words sounded in my heart again.

——That is, a necessary sacrifice.

"start running!"

Zhong also took her hand, dragged her through the roaring traffic, and ran across the street.The wound on the side of the waist is aching, although it has already healed.

It's not the wound that hurts.Zhong also understands that it is the memories of the past that are throbbing.

The boy and the girl chased after him, and they kept calling the name of the king of sheep, but their tone of voice seemed to be sneering, just like what they used to do most often.

Their speed was surprisingly fast, and their outstretched hands almost touched Wang Xizhi's back.The fingertips were blue and white, without any warmth.

"I can't stop at all..."

"What did you say?" Chuya asked her.

"I can't stop their time, and I can't control it at all." Wang Xizhi panted hard. Under the action of adrenaline, he didn't feel too much fatigue, he just walked mechanically, that's all, "I Guess, they may be the product of some kind of supernatural ability."

Otherwise, how could it not work, and the dead can reappear?

"I see." Nakaya glanced back, speechless in displeasure, "Tsk... there's another one."

"who is it?"

Wang Xizhi also looked back.She couldn't see the surroundings clearly due to the constant shaking of her sight due to running, but the back figure was in the center of her sight, and she would never admit it wrong anyway.

She stopped and was forced to continue running the next second.

"Second brother..."

She almost subconsciously wanted to reverse the direction of her progress and go towards her second brother, but reason forced her to stop.

The second brother didn't chase them like the others.He just stood, as he remembered, with his hands behind his back, smiling at her.

Then, he used his body to block the three people who were trying to chase them.

Wang Xizhi saw the dark gray robe raised his black wooden crutches, and the boy showed his knife.The second brother's gold-rimmed glasses fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

She retracted her gaze, but her vision was even more hazy.

"Mr. Chuya, let me make sure, we should have reached a consensus by now, right?"

"what are you thinking?"

"Directly find out who is behind the scenes who created these 'characters'. You don't need to deal with those guys. There is no point in dealing with them." She took a deep breath, her voice hoarse, "because they are already dead."

On this issue, she didn't have any entanglement, and there was almost no nostalgia-this emotion had disappeared since she dug up the bodies of all the royal family members from the ruins.

But sharp emotions are unavoidable.Under the strong wind, the tears welling up in the eyes will soon become cold.

They were still chasing, but kept a subtle distance.Chuya pulled her through the narrow alley, ran across the chain bridge, and walked around to the sidewalk.

This section of the road made Wang Xizhi feel somewhat familiar, as if he had been here before.

When they got here, those people who had "resurrected from the dead" suddenly stopped in their tracks.Stopped in place, looked over their heads, and stopped at a very strange position.Before they could react, they turned into dust and disappeared into the air, leaving nothing behind.

Pedestrians around never saw them, and still walked forward along the established road.Zhong also stopped in disbelief, not quite believing what he saw.

Just... just gone?

Did the black hands behind the scenes escape, or did they want to organize a second unexpected attack.

Staring at the location where they disappeared, Zhong also always felt that according to the normal plot direction, it should be the latter, for example, it would appear again after a few seconds.

However, a full minute passed and nothing happened.

Wang Xizhi kept looking around, it seemed that she didn't care about those guys at all.

"Mr. Chuya..."

She patted Chuuya on the shoulder and said in a low voice.

"We were here just now. Just when... I was thinking about... um... Ah, yes, just when I said I heard someone..."

"Help—!"

Someone was shouting at the top of their heads.After shouting this sentence, there was a violent cough like a storm.

He raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound.Among the branches, they saw a person.Looking up, the man grinned.

"Good afternoon, both of you."

He speaks with a smooth London accent, has a monocle clipped to the front of his clothes, and has two curly moustache.The top hat on his head was hanging crookedly on the top of his head. Maybe if his head drooped a little more, the top hat would fall off.

"Sorry, my ability was chasing the two just now. My name is Arthur Conan Doyle, a paraglider enthusiast, and an ordinary British gentleman. Can you help me?"

He was still smiling, but there seemed to be more misery and grievance in the smile.

"I'm stuck in a tree."

The author has something to say: The detective story team can finally sit down and play mahjong together w

Throwing a Mid-Autumn Festival episode, I wish you a happy holiday~

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Standing in the middle of the almost ruined kitchen, Wang Xizhi looked solemn.Raising her eyes, she looked at Chuya.

Slowly, she spoke: "You know, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"... What does the Mid-Autumn Festival have to do with you blowing up our kitchen!"

Zhong also yelled at her.

Wang Xizhi suddenly lost all seriousness, lowered his head timidly, but continued stubbornly: "There is... something to do with it! Don't you know if you listen to me?"

"What do you say."

"Did you know that you must eat mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival. I think, Zhongye, you must have never eaten mooncakes, so I want to bake a Soviet-style mooncake for you to taste-well, it is the kind of crispy skin Yes, the kind with meat stuffing inside."

"You just want to eat it yourself."

In the phrase.

Wang Xizhi looked extremely embarrassed, and laughed awkwardly: "Ha...hahaha...well, there is indeed a reason...but only a little—just a little!"

She emphasized it aloud, trying to create a sense of being reasonable.

"Then?"

"Then, I bought a pretty big oven."

"You actually bought an oven, it's quite big?!"

You can also hear his credit card roaring.

"Yes." Wang Xizhi obviously didn't notice his painful thoughts at the moment, so he continued obediently, "I also bought a bunch of ingredients according to the recipes on the Internet, and spent a lot of effort, which can be regarded as messing with the raw embryos of mooncakes." Out."

"And then?"

"And then... um... maybe I didn't adjust the temperature very well, and I smelled burnt while baking." She laughed awkwardly, "But I didn't take it to heart, I thought It might be too late to look at it later... but the oven exploded after a while."

She pointed to the fragments on the ground, and the round dough that was so dark that the shape of a mooncake could no longer be seen, and she suddenly became confident.

"Look, that's what happened!"

Alas... my head hurts...

Zhong Ye propped his hands on the desk, pursed his mouth.

"If you want to eat mooncakes, just say so." He said in a helpless tone, "I bought them back, the ones filled with meat, just put them on the table, go eat them."

It was not easy to buy it after queuing for two hours.Now it is even more difficult to clean the kitchen for Wang Xizhi.

He is so difficult.

"Huh, mooncakes? Really?" Wang Xizhi's eyes lit up, cheering, he hugged Zhongye from behind, "That's great! I like Zhongye so much today! No, I like it every day Zhongye!"

It's good to hear something that will make him happy.

"However, I still want to eat mooncakes with Zhongye." Wang Xizhi rubbed his shoulder, "So let me help clean up the kitchen too!"

"Why don't you help me? It's your own fault." Zhongya scolded her in a low voice, but the corner of his mouth curled up into a smile, "Hurry up and clean up the mooncakes before they get cold. It's a rare festival."

"it is good!"