[Comprehensive] Dimensional Summoning Catalog

"I went to find my father's responsible editor today."

Huiyue sat beside the tea table, picking up a piece of sushi with bamboo chopsticks.She was really tired of eating the greasy and greasy pork chop rice at the family downstairs, and when she was restocking, she shook her hand and took the one next to it.However, it turns out that the sushi in the convenience store is no better than fast food, and it is so dry and cold that I choke my throat.

"The contact information I found in the study room is not the same as the editor in charge of our world as expected. But when I went to find him, he didn't seem surprised, and he seemed to have heard of me."

After stuffing some food into her stomach in a tasteless manner, and barely appease her rebellious stomach, Huiyue lost the motivation to continue using sushi to abuse her sense of taste, and simply turned her head away without seeing it, and fell into memories.

Her father Sugawara Yongyuki's editor in the original world was his old friend, a cynical and handsome guy who could make his debut just because of his appearance.The man upholds a firm and unshakable bachelorism, which can be said to be a representative of the green bushes that do not touch their bodies.Although he has never married himself, he hates things like "everyone is having a lively family reunion and only he is alone" during the New Year's and holidays, so whenever he can't find a place to hang out with, he will come to Huiyue's house to hang out. meal.To Huiyue, her father, who has been a friend for many years, is basically like an elder in the family. His mobile phone number is also lying in her phone book, and it is one of the empty numbers that she has tried countless times but can't get through.

In this world, Sugawara Yongyuki's editorial design is not so brilliant. His surname is the same as that of Huiyue's friend, Takata, and he is even a kind-hearted middle-aged fat man. It is said that he has already married her father Sugawara Yongzhi. We have cooperated for many years.

"Never mentioned you to me."

The first sentence that editor Takada said was surprising.But he himself didn't seem to have this understanding. Looking at the black-haired girl who came to the door, his expression was very kind, as if he was entertaining a well-known junior who had never met before, and there was a little bit of scrutiny and surprise in his eyes. .

Hui Yue sat across from him holding a cup of tea, waiting for him to continue without saying a word.In fact, although she was the one who called the editor Takata first, it was the editor who offered to meet him.

They made an appointment at the coffee shop downstairs of the publishing house. The midday sun shines through the glass windows to brighten the room. The bitter aroma of coffee floats in the air. The background sound of the song loop.

From Huiyue's face, it could be seen at a glance that she and Sugawara Nagayuki were related by blood, so editor Takada didn't doubt her identity at all.There was emotion in his eyes, and after saying the greeting above, he lowered his head and looked through the briefcase he was carrying, took out a book and handed it to the person opposite.

"This, although you should have read it, I still give it to you. This is a collector's edition reprinted this year, so let's treat it as a gift."

Huiyue put down the teacup in a little confusion, and took the book with both hands. The moment she saw the cover, her wrists froze, and a turbulent wave arose in her heart.

Before finding editor Takata, she did not do nothing.She carefully searched the Internet, and found that this world was exactly the same as her original world except that she had no personality.Not only are the world maps completely overlapped, but even the names of the countries have not changed.So before that, she had acquiesced to the guess that this was a parallel space.The father of the two worlds is the same person, so it is not surprising that they can write the same works.

But the book "The Moon and the Princess" is different. This novel is written for her, and the opportunity to write it comes from her.Her father in this world is not married and has no daughter, where can she find a prototype to provide him with inspiration?

"Yong once told me that the novel "The Moon and the Princess" he won the Naoki Award has a prototype. It is the daughter of one of his relatives, and this book is also given to the little girl by him. A birthday present from him. I thought he was joking, but I didn’t expect it to be true.”

Editor Takada didn't notice the stiffness of the person opposite him. He looked at the girl sitting in the shadow opposite him, and his tone was unconsciously filled with amazement.Her long black hair hangs down from her shoulders softly, and her black eyelashes hang down. There is something noble and peaceful in her temperament, and the summer wind will become elegant when she walks by her side.As long as anyone who has read Sugawara Yongyuki's novel, no one can mistake her.This is the child loved by all the gods, the noble and kind Moon Princess who lives in a deep house.

However, Sugawara Teruzuki herself did not appreciate his literary and artistic surprise at all, and the question marks popping up in her mind had already overwhelmed her.

She is now almost certain that the prototype her father spoke of is herself.

But this is wrong, everyone is not in the same space, how did you know about her existence, Father?

Could it be that, dear father, you have awakened the ability to spy on parallel worlds like Bai Lan, and you have already taken the first step towards Kamisama in the new world?

But dear father, wake up, your daughter's personality is a hero!

Do you want her to shoulder the mission of the savior all the way to overthrow the level mobs and walk up to the final boss, when the final decisive battle, the other party suddenly took off the mask and said to her, "I'm your father."

She doesn't accept this kind of plot!

Teruzuki Sugawara's mind was full of whimsical ideas and quickly became a serial drama. Looking at the book in his hand, his eyes flickered, and he felt that his life was really wonderful.

At this time, the person opposite her suddenly let out a long sigh.I don't know if it's because of his profession, but editor Takada is a fat man of literature and art, and he sighs in twists and turns. In the cafe with bright and clean windows in the afternoon, he sighed a bit heavy.

"Although I don't know why you are only returning to China now, the things that have been kept with me forever can finally be given to you."

Huiyue was startled suddenly, and raised her head.

The person opposite took out a thick stack of documents from the briefcase, and pushed a sealed envelope in front of her together.

"This is Yong's inheritance transfer letter. After receiving your call, I have already made an appointment with a lawyer. He should be here soon. You..."

Seeing the girl's hand holding the book trembling violently, and paleness creeping up from the fingertips to his cheeks, he paused a little unbearably, and finally slowly spit out the words of consolation, which was late for more than half a year, "In short... Miss Sugawara, sorry for you..."

The noon sun was so bright that Huiyue's vision began to blur.

That's right, she remembered in a daze, how could she forget...

Sugawara Nagayuki, a great writer in this world, suffered a car accident half a year ago and died at the age of 38.

The atmosphere in the living room suddenly fell silent.

Sugawara Teruzuki sat on the sofa holding her chopsticks in a daze for a long time, until the clock in the living room rang the hour, and she suddenly recovered from the fugue.

When she looked up, the boy on the opposite side had stopped at some point, and was sitting in her original position, looking at her calmly.

"...Sorry, I was distracted just now."

The black-haired girl paused for a moment, then smiled at him as if nothing had happened.Then, as if nothing had happened, she glanced at the table and looked at the pieces of collapsed sushi. She felt that she had no appetite, so she simply dropped the chopsticks.

"That's all I know, what about you, Mr. Zhongyuan? Have you found any other clues?"

Chu Fa's youth glanced at her inexplicably, and then looked away lightly.The fast food box in front of him is already empty, and the boy’s dining etiquette is very good. Even after eating this kind of cheap bento, he tidied up the lunch box after eating, and even wiped the wooden chopsticks with paper towels clean.

Huiyue's eyes fell on his right hand unconsciously, the wooden chopsticks fluttered between his slender and powerful fingers, the way of interlacing and separating was like turning a pistol habitually.

"I have a guess." Zhong Yuan leaned back on the sofa, resting his hand behind his head, his eyelashes drooping as if he was thinking about something, so his voice seemed a little careless, "Have you seen similar abilities? Open up a subspace and lock people in it."

"Subspace?"

"No matter how you say it, it's unbelievable to turn back time, and let the whole world fall into the time loop, which has violated the realm of gods. Although I don't believe that there are gods in this world at all, if there is one so powerful It’s not an exaggeration to call it a god. But such a big man doesn’t need to spend effort to deal with such a small character like us, right?”

Huiyue blinked, "So what do you mean?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also slowly raised his eyes, and his sharp eyes shot out from the ice blue eyes, looking straight up, as if he saw a certain figure high above the clouds through the ceiling above his head, "It would make sense if the space we were in was just a birdcage someone made."

"Whether it's possible to turn back the time in the birdcage, or the basis of the space is created by intercepting the time of this day, everything is controlled by someone behind the scenes, and that's enough to know."

There are still many questions behind this guess, such as why the two of them were locked up here, and what happened to Sugawara Yongyuki.If you really look into it carefully, if you want to find a person who can weave and control this world, the great writer who died in a car accident half a year ago, the suspicion is simply the highest.

But the person who had been acting sharp and calm before seemed to have neglected this point carelessly. He casually broke the spinning chopsticks and threw them into the trash can, then calmly stood up and glanced at the girl next to him.

"Rest first and talk about it tomorrow."