[Comprehensive] Dimensional Summoning Catalog

In this way, Huiyue entered a life that was completely out of place with her previous life, and she had an extra cohabitant whom she still doesn't know the details of.

They have a very tacit understanding not to interfere with what the other is doing, and to explore and understand the world in their own way.

Time stayed forever on the day of NO.13 in May. Everyone around was like an NPC with a pre-programmed program. Everyone followed the time step by step and repeated the same thing.

After truly accepting that she was locked in this time-closed loop, Huiyue became less anxious, which may be the reason why she discovered that besides herself, there was another friend in distress in this strange space.

And with more contact, she also learned more about her mysterious cohabitant, and from his daily habits, she glimpsed a little outline of the world he once lived in.

It must have been a very chaotic place, where even the survival of children was not guaranteed.

Many of his habits have the shadow of that dark world, such as not wasting food, not picky about food, clothing, housing and transportation, as long as he is within three meters of him, he will immediately wake up without any sleepiness at all, and he is extremely aggressive.

But at the same time, there are many contradictions between him and the dark and cruel environment.

Although Huiyue has never actually seen people who came out of hell, various literary works never lack descriptions of these people.

These people are always full of distrust of the world, like a frightened bird, the slightest disturbance will make the spirit collapse tightly.The wounds brought to them by the world can never be healed spiritually, and they have more or less distorted personalities. The things left by those dark and cruel environments during their growth process make them always incompatible with normal society.

But very unexpectedly, Huiyue did not see these marks that should exist on Zhongyuan Zhongye.

If it wasn't for the smell of blood that didn't dissipate on her body occasionally when she came home, and she didn't have common sense in some unexpected places, she almost thought that this was the very powerful big brother who lived next door.

Serious work, polite behavior, calm and reliable, and unexpectedly sympathetic to the weak.

Therefore, thinking of the youthful version of Nakahara Chuya she saw in the background of a cataclysm, Huiyue was puzzled, why did such a person become a gangster later on?

While thinking about these questions, she was sitting in the reading room of the Tokyo Library, with a history book just checked out in front of her.

The conjecture about the "birdcage" that Nakahara Chuya put forward before is indeed very possible.But before that, Huiyue wanted to know, even if this space was artificially created, which one did it choose based on her original world or the parallel time and space.People in this space do not have "personality" because the energy required to simulate a variety of "personality" is too large, or the model it borrows does not have the ability of "personality".

Because of such doubts, she went to the library to borrow all the books on history and society and read them.Finally, she came to a conclusion.

Unless the maker of this space is a great writer who is ancient and brilliant, who has fabricated a set of detailed and logical modern history out of thin air, and is omnipotent enough to be able to independently create a variety of unpublished novels, animations, songs, movies, and TV shows. Wait for the entertainment works, otherwise, before they were imprisoned in this birdcage equivalent to subspace, she and Zhong Yuanzhong might have traveled through a world first.

The news is really not good at all.

Huiyue silently closed the book in front of her, and looked out of the window at this library with a huge collection of books.In fact, its very existence has provided evidence for her conclusion.

It was so big that Huiyue almost couldn't find the way when she first came in, and she was guided by a girl with braids to find the area where historical books were stored.

All the books here correspond to a society without "personality" and no one can make them up out of thin air.

Therefore, the society projected in these books is real.

She and Zhong Yuanzhong are also the ones who strayed into this world.

The way home suddenly took a long way, and Huiyue was in a bad mood.

She went to return the book wearily, and met the girl with ponytail and glasses when she went out.She gave her a friendly smile, and the other party was slightly taken aback, and then gave her a gentle smile.

"Have you found the book you want to read? If not, I can help."

"Ah, I found it, thank you."

Huiyue exchanged a few words with her and then left. Today she left the library earlier than usual.The morning sun shines brightly on the street, people are coming and going on the street, the traffic lights at the intersection rotate in sequence, and the whole world has a false sense of prosperity and tranquility.

She walked into the sun with the borrowed book in her arms, looked at the cloudless blue sky, and sighed softly.

Forget it, go back and think about these things.It's still early, let's go to the supermarket.

At the same time, there is a high-end club in the underground world that involves gangsters.

The crystal lamp under the ceiling casts soft light, and the black marble on the wall is shiny and bright.

The midnight show in the clubhouse didn't close until four o'clock in the morning. The foreman sent away the last batch of guests, and brought the waiters on the morning shift to clean the venue and supervise the inspection.Soothing blues music lingered in the hall, whether it was on duty early in the morning or the night shift, they were all drowsy from the music.

The foreman had been up for 24 hours, his eyelids were fighting, but he had to concentrate on his work and not be negligent. At this time, he was immersed in the hypnotic background music, and he wanted to scold his mother.

However, he hadn't yet spoken his greetings to the series of female relatives who played the music. The glass door of the clubhouse was knocked three times unhurriedly, and the crystal curtain at the door jingled loudly. came in.

The foreman didn't sleep all night, he just wanted to finish his work quickly and go back to sleep, when he saw this idiot who not only went to the wrong door but also came to find fault on purpose, his tone was a bit uncomfortable, "Guest, I'm very sorry that we haven't opened the door yet. "

Saying "I'm so sorry" in a tone like "Quickly die."

The person at the door was wearing a black long-sleeved top and jeans. The hood of the hoodie covered the upper half of his face, and a little bit of crimson hair protruded from the side of his neck.He didn't seem to understand his warning, even the corners of his lips under the brim of his hat twitched slightly after hearing his words, "Oh?"

The writing waiters in the hall, who read as thugs, were sharper than stray dogs. They stopped their movements after sniffing the sound that seemed to be looking for trouble, and looked at the door with unfriendly eyes.As the leader of these people, the foreman has spent the longest time in the underground world. He stared at the person who simply stood at the door with his hands in his pockets, and for some reason sensed a hint of danger.

He took a step back slightly, hesitantly said, "This guest..."

In the next second, the figure at the door flashed and disappeared.Everyone in the hall was startled, and subconsciously turned around to look for someone.

"What about people?"

"Where?!"

"Wait, look at the top of your head, it's up there!!"

The sound of strong wind slammed down from the ceiling, and the scene was suddenly in chaos.

10 minute later.

The last rebel shook his head, knelt on his knees, and his body hit the ground with a "slap".

The bright red blood flowed out from under his body and stained the carpet red, joining together with the bloodstains overflowing from other directions.

All the people in the clubhouse have arrived in the hall, the only difference is whether they are dead or alive for the time being.

The foreman who was the first to "know the current affairs is a hero" knelt in the room full of broken limbs and saved his life. On his left was the wreckage of a marble table that had been kicked to pieces, and on his right was a half-breathed man hanging colleagues.The blood on the carpet overflowed like a shallow stream and soaked his knees. After the body temperature dissipated, there was a weird feeling of cold and sticky.The foreman lowered his head trembling all over, not daring to take a breath, trying his best to appear more obedient.Because the people who are not very obedient are dead.

The white sneakers stepped on the blood-stained carpet, and they walked around the foreman slowly and stopped in front of the wine cabinet.Nakahara Chuya glanced up and down among the densely packed wine bottles, raised his hand and took out a bottle of red wine.

The hall, which was tidy and clean just now, was in a mess at this time, but he was not even stained with blood on the corner of his clothes. When he stood in front of the wine cabinet, he was tall and straight, and the jeans made the calf line straight and slender, almost deceivingly. It is filled with a kind of youthful vigor unique to young people.

"I don't seem to have drunk this wine."

He muttered something softly, then turned around and walked to the bar, as if he was going to look for a wine glass.

The foreman heard a soft "bang", which was the sound of opening a bottle of red wine.

The aroma of red wine spread out, soaking in the blood in the room, blending with the unique taste of cruelty in the dark world.

"Hey, that one over there."

The foreman trembled subconsciously, and then realized that the person called him, and immediately responded nervously and terrified, "Yes..."

"I found this place after picking several places. It is said that you are the stronghold of the largest underground organization in Tokyo... Tsk, that old man is not lying to me, right? There is obviously no one who can fight."

The foreman trembled his lips and didn't dare to speak out. He didn't know whether he should admit it or deny it, but he already knew in his heart that he and others should have been misled.But at the same time, it cannot be said that what the person said is completely wrong, because the organization they belong to is indeed the largest underground force in Tokyo.

"Well, forget it." Zhong Yuanzhong also thought about the organization whose headquarters was smashed by him, and felt that they should not dare to lie to him, "I'm here to ask you a few questions, and you can answer whatever I ask , I am too lazy to go to your headquarters again, I hope we can save each other's time."

When he spoke, there was a kind of carelessness and laziness, as if smashing one or two underground organization headquarters was not much different from smashing a glass. The foreman was trembling and did not dare to say more, "You, you ask..."

"Have you ever seen supernatural power?"

The foreman was taken aback by this unexpected question, and a guess suddenly floated in his mind. He raised his head carefully, "What do you mean by supernatural power?"

"That's it." Zhong Yuan put one hand in his pocket and kicked an ashtray by his feet.The ashtray loaded with huge weight and momentum shot straight out and hit a member's wrist hard.The member had only one breath left, just as he reluctantly touched the gun that fell on the ground, he snapped his wrist and let out a scream, his body was knocked off the ground, knocked down the tables and chairs along the road, and finally smashed hard on the wall .

"Pa-ta." The body that lost its voice fell to the ground, leaving spiderweb-like cracks on the wall behind it.

There was a dead silence in the hall.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, the crystal ashtray that was kicked out did not fall to the ground according to inertia, but suspended in mid-air against common sense, turned left and right twice, and then fell suddenly.

It fell down at a speed like a mortar fired from its chamber, and with a loud "bang", it smashed the marble wine table below into pieces.

In the silence of the room, the foreman raised his hand stiffly and wiped the wound on his face that was splashed by debris.

Then he raised his head, and the person who single-handedly overturned their entire stronghold just happened to look down at him, with a little impatience in his eyes.

His brain was blank, his thoughts seemed to be floating in the air without his body, and he looked at his body like a marionette, and he just nodded stiffly.

"Yes, yes... We have seen such power before."