Ke Xue invades the three-dimensional

Chapter 209

As expected of the police officer Matsuda, who moved the good boy of the island country and restored his status as a related household, he was the first to make an effort, and buried his best friend and bamboo horse in the grave together.

His unlucky boy made Tian Wumen anxious, broke the ground and burst out of pieces of paper, hurriedly picked up people and stuffed them into the Porsche, and sent the BOSS who was assassinated by a certain police officer to the hospital.

This Porsche was forced to endure the depths of stress an antique car shouldn't.

The text message was not read back, and the car stuck with a BOSS drove wherever it went under heavy rain, and it didn't take long to cause traffic jams along the way. They were able to reach the hospital safely, thanks to the police officer Hagiwara who used his superb driving skills to forcefully break through a " way of life".

The wheels of the Porsche rubbed against each other and caught fire, and when they drove to the hospital, they exaggerated to the point where they fell apart. Kenji Hagiwara had no time to worry about the wheels rolling far away, so he yelled at the top of his voice when his feet landed: "Doctor! Help!"

Probably because Ling Ling woke up in the sky, and there were people in the hospital that was still empty enough to shoot ghost movies in the middle of the night, a group of doctors and nurses rushed over, and under the watchful eyes of Hagiwara police officer, they rushed the boss into the emergency room——

"Although, this world is indeed very real..."

Refers to the unremovable dark circles on the faces of medical staff.

Kenji Hagiwara was not sure how negative the effect of a coma in a living person would be, and it was hard to say whether the rescue by the doctors would be of any help. After walking around the emergency room twice in a hurry, he suddenly remembered something and walked quickly to the hospital. I could see the window outside the hospital, and after watching it, I felt another heart attack.

The torrential rain composed of three thousand text messages was still pouring down. At this time, the stairs on the first floor of the hospital had already been flooded. The hospital was completely flooded at night.

Feng Shui took turns, Hagiwara Kenji deeply felt the feeling of soaring blood pressure.

The mobile phone fell into the pit with him, and when he carried the BOSS and ran away, he left it inside and forgot to take it away. He borrowed a mobile phone from a kind person, and made a video call to the young boy who was still meditating on the content of the text message. Taming, the background is the overwhelming white flowers outside the window: "Master Matsuda, I beg you, please accept your supernatural powers first!"

"Where did I get my supernatural powers?"

Matsuda Jinpei was baffled at first, and then he saw the back of the smoldering young boy, and was stunned: "?"

"Xiao Qianmu entered the hospital sideways, and is still being rescued!"

Wen Xun crowded the other people: "???"

There was bad news early in the morning, and the four of them, Mr. Katowara, had no time to inquire about the situation on the phone, so they hurried to the hospital.

There are three people who are active police officers in name, but they are in a different world, and they never thought of going to the Metropolitan Police Department to work on time. Only Zero paused when he stepped out of the gate with one foot, and the serious face of his hard-working subordinate flashed in front of his eyes. While running downstairs, he took out his cell phone and made a call.

Kazami Yu also received a call from his superior at [-]:[-]. At this moment, there is still a long time before the slack work time of the zero team members. Even the most diligent team leader suddenly has something to do, and he has never called him so early. over the phone.

Even though the subordinate was quite surprised, he showed his excellent quality of hard work and actively responded to the emergency assigned by the boss temporarily: "Good morning, Mr. Jianggu, what do you have..."

The voice on the other side was quite hasty, and it seemed that some rumors were poured in: "Feng Jian, I have some personal matters to deal with today... Please ask me for a leave, please trouble."

Kazami Yuya: "?"

That man, Mr. Jiang Gu, who wished to do a whole year's work alone, took the initiative to ask for leave and not come to work-it's going to rain red?

Fortunately, he was shocked, and still used his prudent professionalism to suppress the shocking three views. He hung up the phone last, and then drifted to the bathroom in a daze, and took cold water with his hands to wash his face.

All in all, the team's affairs are quiet, and there is no difficulty in asking for leave. It is a good thing that Mr. Jianggu is willing to relax his nerves and take a rest... But, is it really raining red on a sunny day outside?

Kazami Yu also checked the weather forecast subconsciously, and it was indeed sunny, but the TV channel he opened jumped into the morning news, and the solemn hostess just broadcasted in a correct way: "From early morning to daytime today , It was cloudy and sunny in Tokyo, and there was a special heavy rain in Mihua Town. The general public must close the doors and windows and travel carefully. If you find scattered message cards, please return them to the designated place. If it is inconvenient to return, you can also send them by mail. The recipient should write to Mr. Mingyuan Qianmu receive……"

The content of the broadcast was very different from the past, and it sounded very weird, but from the TV station staff to the audience, no one could realize that something was wrong.

Kazami Yuya walked to the balcony, and when he looked out with his probe, he happened to see a dark cloud floating in the sky directly in front of him.

The wind blew a piece of "rainwater" to his window sill, and Kazami Yuya quickly grabbed it, unfolded it, and found that there was only a paragraph written on the wet piece of paper, the handwriting was slightly blurred by the water, but it was still legible:

[Recently, there have been a lot of strange things, aliens in science fiction movies?A monster from a fantasy novel?Tsk, God knows what it is, the whole world is in chaos, and I don't know when I will die, but don't worry, as long as I am still alive, I will continue to harass you. If you are worried about me, just reply casually. 】

This is what was written in the strange letter. Only the two parties involved will know whether the recipient has replied or not.

Passers-by only care about whether the rain will stop.

"The road is flooded like this. You might be late for work today. Why don't you go out early?"

Kazami Yu was also worried about this when the dark clouds in the distance suddenly dispersed and the rainstorm stopped.

The four-member group anxiously visited the hospital in another car kindly provided by Mr. Fujiwara, and finally arrived at the hospital.

When Ling, who was in charge of driving, saw the teacher's yellow Lamborghini, his eyes flickered for no reason.

The fuzzy memory showed signs of thawing, and he vaguely felt that he had seen this car somewhere before.

It should be said that he had been in this car before, but it was not him who sat in the driver's seat back then, but another person...a person he was not familiar with, but he was also not unfamiliar with.

At that time, his mood seemed to be quite strange, mainly vigilance, precaution, and suspicion, and the unexpected surprise happened later, and the root cause of the birth was that this person asked him a question that had no idea.

Zero doesn't remember how he answered it, and the content of the question is naturally emptied, and the remaining vague impression is probably only the last moment, when the man's red lips curled up, and he broke into a self-deprecating laugh, saying that he was really crazy She would only come to ask him when she was young, and the answer she got from him didn't matter at all, she—she was so weak that she needed to convince herself that she was right from others before she could make up her mind.

What is this person going to do?What is right or wrong to look for?

These are all things that I don’t understand, and I have no way of knowing the follow-up. The general context of this matter has been forcibly forgotten.

At this time, he took the car keys handed over by "Mr. Fujiwara", stopped unreasonably in the tense moment of racing against time, kept the posture of opening the car door, frowned and looked at the parked car, not planning to follow into the car Teacher: "Teacher, won't you go to the hospital with us?"

"no need."

"Teacher Fujiwara" rejected him gently but firmly: "Just go and see him."

"Why?" Zero chased after him, and the other three cast their eyes in confusion.

"He doesn't want to see me," Hallucination replied, "I can't let him see me."

This is really weird, didn't they just meet yesterday?And everyone has seen the interaction between "Mr. Fujiwara" and Yuan Qianmu. They are closer than they came from the parallel world, and even a little closer than the "local" silly zero.

In other words, the meaning of "Mr. Fujiwara" to "Qianmu" is quite different, which leads to a very abrupt distance, as if...something happened somewhere no one knows?

"Teacher Fujiwara" didn't let them get entangled, and urged them to go to the hospital as soon as possible with the excuse of "Qian Mu"'s safety. It was destined to stop abruptly without any follow-up doubts.

The four of them didn't communicate with each other along the way. At most, when they discovered that the "rainstorm" falling from the sky caused traffic jams and the "rainwater" flooded the hospital, the culprit hesitated to speak, and his fair skin blushed completely.

"I didn't..." Police Officer Matsuda struggled like a dead fish for a while, then covered his face with one hand, unable to continue.

The group of people who were blocked got out of the car, looked up at the mountain of paper made of extraordinary power, and were conquered by the true feelings of friends sending text messages from the bottom of their hearts.

"Niuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu shroudu"

"I'm sorry, Zhen Ping, I flipped through the souvenir newsletter that Qian Mu gave me and put it away. It's really not respectful enough. Don't worry, I will study it carefully when I go back..."

"...Forget it! The recipient of this kind of thing can just look at it himself, why don't you look at the crying photos of Zero!"

"Huh? Mine?"

"It's okay, it's a rare commemorative photo left by you in another world. If you can transform it with your mind, you can show it to you... Ouch, it's really transformed?!"

The curly-haired police officer who didn't want to face the black history (but the black history has flooded the world) twitched his face, closed his eyes suddenly, left behind the distorted topic, and rushed into the ocean of paper with the momentum of going up the knife mountain and down the sea of ​​fire, bravely overcoming thorns and thorns Forward.

Deep down in his heart, he really didn't want to look around more, but he rushed into the hospital gate from a few blocks away, waving his arms in the difficult process, and it was inevitable that he would rub some small pieces of paper that he was reluctant to part with.

Matsuda Jinping wanted to throw away it, but halfway through the throw, he was inexplicably frustrated, thinking that this is already the case, so be it, and resolutely glanced at it.

Unexpectedly, this look revealed the problem.

These piled up messages are not all what he wrote.

He can't remember the detailed content of more than 3000 text messages, but it is very simple to directly read the text and confirm which ones he wrote and which ones he did not write.

First of all, because I have no impression at all, and secondly, it is easy to distinguish from the content alone - the place where he came from has the most special terrorists, men in black, but there are no weird things emerging to disturb public order. Of course, this part may also be Made it up as a joke.

Anyway, he didn't write it himself.

... was written by "he"?

Matsuda Jinpei recalled the dream rules that Kenji had explained to them on the phone, and when he thought of a certain possibility, his heart palpitations came suddenly.

The dream world changed quietly, and the first thing they saw was the obvious traces they brought, and the very small part of the other world that they could not know came from, and the answer was easy to guess.

He was the first to run to the door of the emergency room, and met the impatient You Xunran, and then found that the emergency room was quiet and quiet for a long time, as if no one was staying there.

Others who were a step behind soon arrived.

"How long has it been since you came out?!"

"This is a dream... This is just a dream, right? Will dying in a dream affect reality? No—why is life suddenly dying?"

"It's all my fault, if I didn't write those three thousand 260 four..."

"Don't blame all your faults on you. I'm also to blame. I chose to mention the dream at that time. Who knows that the two sides coincided..."

"It's not your fault, just be quiet, I'm thinking—are you sure there are still people in there?"

"..."

They panic because they are not sure. They can't just smash the door of the emergency room on the spot just to make sure that someone is there.

"Wait for a while." Itahang said first, "After a while, we still haven't heard the sound, so let's go in and find out."

They waited anxiously outside the door, but they didn't know that they had guessed right, and the emergency room was indeed empty at the moment.

The BOSS suddenly realized on the eve of passing out that he had made a third mistake that was irreversible.

No matter how lazily he thought that the method didn't matter, as long as he sent the tool man away, he agreed too quickly, as if he hadn't thought about it at all, and instinctively followed the wishes of the insignificant person.

The retribution came very quickly, not just three thousand text messages from the sky.

After he fell into a coma, the spectacle of the torrential rain subsided, but the price was that the willpower of the outsiders was highly concentrated on him, and those people no longer had any scruples about their overly bright "colors", and they went desperately without any hesitation. Crowded in his empty dark mind.

One after another, various rich memories flooded in. Before his weak consciousness could resist, he was suddenly involved in it, forced to be substituted into the perspective of others who were definitely not his own, and the one that impressed the owner of the memory most deeply. The experience went through in a mess.

The first... should be the first?

A red wire hit the eye first, and then the field of vision moved up hesitantly, and the red eyes with drooping lids and bright red hair emerged one after another.

Click.

The thread was cut, and the red-haired and red-eyed man looked slightly pale, but smiled at "him" as if nothing had happened.

He should have recognized it at a glance, but the boss who was forcibly pressed into "his" body failed to recognize that the man was himself.

Then, the things that flashed before my eyes changed in a myriad of ways. Among the things that could be distinguished were explosive sparks, flashing obituaries, tombstones and flowers scattered by the rain...

Some "things" that are invisible but real, may be some feelings that are suppressed like a rainy day, and at the same time, they are squeezing into the empty heart of the BOSS, as if they want to infect him with the same sadness.

He was indifferent.

Because those feelings are also familiar to him, and if they are forgotten, they will leave traces, and it is impossible to cover the black with black. When he is in it, his feelings are not as good as those of a cold-eyed bystander.

until……

Hagiwara... Qianmu.

Suddenly, a "Hagiwara Chimu" appeared.

From this moment on, the style of painting changes suddenly.

Attracting the attention of the target with the name to be beaten, "he" drove straight to the cemetery cheerfully, waited for two hours, and had a surprise reunion with the red-haired man in front of the grave.

I was knocked out by a punch, my head hurts, I hit the corner of the table in agitation, my toes hurt so much, I jumped around in the mansion with a plaster cast on, the next second I sat down and talked with my friends, and after the talk, I changed to Heartache...

The BOSS was so exhausted that it hurt all over, and it took a sharp turn... The screen on the screen occasionally had a dim frame, but the overall brightness was dazzling.

He was extremely at a loss in the substituting experience that he could not escape for the time being. Apart from being a little stunned by a ray of sky light, he was really incomprehensible. Most of the time "he" was obviously immersed in the grief caused by excessive brain compensation. How can you be so happy with what you do.

That's right... Next, everyone's memories of the second half of the process were extremely [happy], and the brightness was layered on top of each other, almost making the sluggish BOSS unable to open his eyes.

The second person opened the scene with a man standing in the hot spring and shooting at himself. His vision was shaken, which proved that his mood was ups and downs. The gloomy scene lasted for a long time, and it turned to the face of the man who was tied up in the warehouse covered in oil. He and "He" met his eyes from a few meters away as if in a dream, and he hadn't turned on the lamp at this time.

Then it changed again.

The BOSS was suddenly dizzy, and was almost thrown off the roof of the car, and was hit on the head by the heavy gun butt.

The deep impression of this person at this time is somehow broken. The boss only saw the rocket launcher, the sandwich maker, the sniper rifle, the rocket launcher, and a grinning face with a mosaic, and a valuable sapphire floating from time to time. However, there is a strange label with countless zeros written on the top of the gem... Finally, it seems that a blond man with a name tag "Incurable" floated past?

As fragmentary as the picture is "his" mood, which is changeable and irregular at all, without summarizing and sorting out, and forcing it to the BOSS unreasonably.

The BOSS is already suffering so much, what kind of heartache, guilty heart, numbness, sadness, reason evaporates, the dignity of a sniper and a hundred million rely on me to protect, oh, I change my surname?Emotions that didn't belong to him swelled violently from the inside out, as if they wanted to fill him up, and at the same time, they wanted to dispel the long-silent darkness inside—that's what they were aiming at.

Of course he would not allow it, struggling to raise his finger to extinguish the unknown sparks.

But the memory of the third person also came, the beginning was dark and dull as usual, an exploding Ferris wheel was released, and the second exploding Ferris wheel...

plate!

BOSS had a splitting headache. He didn't know why a plate appeared at this time, but it just appeared so suddenly.

This antique plate with exquisite patterns and many zeros written on it shines from the ground, blocking the dilapidated Ferris wheel. The light that blooms is so dazzling that people have to wear sunglasses to look at the sky...

……sunglasses?

Why is there still a pair of broken sunglasses that were broken in half?

The red-haired man put the broken pieces of the sunglasses together, as if he had done something extra, and the sunglasses were glued together again, but when he smiled and kindly put the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, what was the crack in the center of the frame? conspicuous.

The person who was grabbed and beaten up by the red-haired man was obviously "he", but the boss was choked up speechless by the strange emotions rushing in his heart again.

He stared at the man in the picture who was covering up his pain with a sneer, as if he hadn't recognized the man's identity until now—even more absurd, so what if it was "myself"?

He has no interest in "his own" experience, he doesn't care about the extension of the differences between them, those bright or dark pictures have nothing to do with him...

Nothing to do with him...

—Irrelevant?

A voice chuckled as if from another world.

——If it’s really irrelevant, why are you jealous, and why do you think that you have caught me to put aside my dignity and enjoy myself here.

The boss was enraged immediately, and when he couldn't help but want to refute, he was dragged into the memory of the fourth person.

There is not much haze here.

Almost all warm and light.

The red-haired man wept in the field of vision filled with soft light, and when encountering unexpected miracles, it turned out that he would also be stunned.

The BOSS couldn't move, he could only stay in the memory master's body, being driven by the master to raise his arms, he hugged the red-haired man forcefully.

……why?

What "he" is hugging is "self", which has nothing to do with him, but he seems to be hugging "self" stiffly, the same person from different worlds has to cuddle closely, the sound of the beating heart overlaps— ——It was like "he" stretched out his arms to embrace him at the same time, and together with the woman beside him and a little life that had not yet been born, poured the melted snow water into his empty heart, which had heated up to scalding hot.

The picture that flashed after that was also so absurd.

beautiful wedding.

The blond man was surrounded by red eyes. Everyone, including the groom, was secretly having fun. Naturally, "myself" was indispensable...

……

... So what if it is "myself"?

BOSS repeated again.

The eyes he opened in the darkness were unprecedentedly clear, and at the same time, also unprecedentedly indifferent.

Unfortunately, these so-called warmth had no effect on him.

He just had to remember...

How I lost everything.