In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 142 Ryan lost his kidneys and lost his heart; Tokyo, a glimpse of Huangquan

Row upon row of high-rise buildings, daylight back and forth between the mirror-like curtain wall glass, the daylight dyed into dazzling colors somewhat stings people's eyes.

Street clowns try to put on ridiculous looks to entertain the public, and along with street artists, let their talents go.

Ryan turned his head and rubbed his eyes hard, not to look at the performance artist in front of him in naked clothes. When someone asked him what happened, he would only say that the sun was too big.

In the park, the saxophone and electric guitar harmonize, bringing a strange flavor, just like the soundtrack composed by Hans Zimmer for "Blade Runner", which is fascinating.

"Drowning in this big city of tens of thousands of people, I will feel the real [freedom]: a freedom to be alone and ignored."

Lane couldn't remember where he'd heard that phrase.

"Some people have weird visions of Manhattan."

New York in the movie is charming and romantic.

New York in Ryan's eyes: Dirty and messy!
"Trash be with you, friend."

Minister Emilia grabbed Ryan's arm, and she felt that since he walked out of the academic department, the kid had sighed a little.

The gray braid tickles the back of Ryan's hands, and the hair accessories at the end are extremely delicate, but the shape is like a simple rabbit, simple and eye-catching.

"It looked like they were living in a normal world."

Ryan looked up again, no matter how glaring the sun was, it couldn't burn his eyes, because something else stimulated his pupils.

"Ever heard of mood regulators?"

Emilia squinted her eyes, looked at someone's jaw, and thought the curve was surprisingly good.

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Ryan could hear Emilia's heartbeat, and he lowered his head, his blue eyes shining brightly.

"A word for a good cyberpunk flavor."

He added: "Numbering reality in a way that regulates emotions?"

"That's understandable."

The back of Emilia's snow-white hand glowed with pearls under the sun, and with a light tap of her fingertips, almost everything was included in her strokes.

"In this world, everything you can see has the technology of the Holy Church involved."

"It has been related to every aspect of human life."

"News in the morning, opera in the evening."

"The radio that plays from time to time, the radio in the car."

"And, cell phone."

"They're not really mood regulators."

"It is a simple and effective hypnosis that can reawaken the love of life in human beings."

Emilia is reserved.

The virtual projection on the side of the road began to flicker, which looked like the release of the technology of the temple. Ryan looked a little rough, but for ordinary people, it was a new technology that dazzled them.

Someone gathered in front of the projection and whistled.

Because the projected image is a "big" beauty in all aspects.

Ryan looked away from a treacherous young man who wanted to climb under the skirt of the virtual projection.

"Sounds scary."

"It's like a certain evil organization has taken over the whole world."

"It's really scary."

Emilia hooked her lips and said, "Whether evil is evil or not is debatable, and it is very difficult to control the whole world."

"It doesn't matter if the means are evil or dirty."

"Have you heard a saying that only about one-third of the people who die every day in the world die from demons or supernatural events?"

"The remaining two-thirds are suicides."

"No." Ryan shrugged.

"That's right, I hadn't entered the medical department at that time, and I had just entered the academic department from the preparatory high school. Let alone you"

Emilia gritted her teeth, her tone sounded like she was being stung.

Ryan was cautious, allowing her to exert brute force with the hand holding his arm, not daring to make a sound.

Time is really a poison.

Ryan thought of Rebecca.

In another ten years, she won't still look like this, will she?
She doesn't look like someone who would be entangled in this kind of thing, wait a minute, it's better not to think about it, this is too unfair to Minister Emilia.

It would be impolite to think about it.

"Is Hypnosis for Suicide Rates?"

Ryan hurried to speak.

"In the past ten years, the technology of the Holy Church has exploded."

"At this time ten years ago, the operators of the temple were working with machines that added thoughts and emotions. The machines fought for them and blocked knives. Every day, countless special machines were dismantled to pieces. The operators Very depressing."

"Until the successful development of human-led individual tactical suits, operators finally don't have to watch their mechanical counterparts be scrapped."

"It's the demon refining weapon you are familiar with. Humans have replaced machines to hunt demons. Can't you think of it?"

"Because humans are stronger than machines and have high plasticity." Ryan thought for a while.

"Emotion regulators were first applied to demon hunters."

"Help them get out of their bt7274-like emotional black hole—afterwards, no one will ever need it."

Emilia expressed her admiration to the operators.

"The church blocked the abuse of thinking and emotion, and the professor who led the development died of depression."

"Violet?"

"You know?" Emilia smiled.

Ryan took a breath.

"At that time, although the battlefield was not like it is now, the scale was terrifying."

"However, the devil began to appear in front of people on a large scale and frequently, and it is difficult to use the so-called mental illness to prevaricate it."

"When everything is announced openly, how many people do you think will choose to commit suicide because they cannot accept the reality."

"Emotional regulator, timely use on the public."

Emilia is not an ordinary [healer]. She is disgusted by the retro dogma. Under her, the way of respecting life is to try to keep people alive.

As for whether you want to die or not, you are talking about it after I revive you.

It is up to you to choose to die.

Therefore, she didn't have anything to say about the church's emotional adjustment plan, and she didn't feel that the church didn't respect human rights.

"Only in life can we have the power to choose."

"Even if everyone is an optimistic family, it is better than the uninhabited ruins before the end of the natural disaster."

jingle--

Emilia pulled Ryan and pushed open the door of a coffee shop.

She ordered a lot of desserts, and under the surprised and ambiguous eyes of the lady at the front desk, she dragged Ryan to a seat by the window and sat down.

The environment of the cafe is very quiet.

In this territory, a coffee shop with a very quiet environment can already indicate something.

Ryan saw the menu just now, the kind that can make the middle class completely crazy.

Ryan never cared about how much money was in his card, money was something outside of him, he didn't like money.

The rich woman was holding her chin in a cute way, and her legs under the table were well-behaved. She looked at Ryan with wide eyes and a refreshing smile.

"I feel like the clerk is watching me."

Ryan said to Emilia.

"Maybe it's because you're good-looking." Emilia blinked.

"But, it's more likely because I actually brought a boy here."

Ryan's paws on the table seemed to be shaking, and he narrowed his eyes, looking at Emilia in front of him.

"Will she think you want to keep me?"

"With her personality, yes." Emilia's head was gank, she touched her head, and turned her head resentfully.

The clerk put a blank expression on his face and put the tray in front of Ryan.

"I wouldn't say she's an old maid who's been single for more than twenty years, but that's the truth." The clerk said to Ryan:

"I've always wondered why she didn't find a boyfriend, and spent money to open a cafe in this place that no ghost would come to."

"now I know."

The clerk looked at Ryan.

"So you like this one." After looking at it for a while, the clerk nodded to Emilia and said, "You have a good eye."

"Is there a possibility that he is better than me?"

Emilia stretched out her finger, and the crystal of her fingertips pointed at Ryan. The kid lightly raised his coffee cup and took a sip.

"You know how hard it is." The clerk tapped Emilia's head with the tray.

"But it's not impossible."

Lane said.

The clerk squinted his eyes and walked away with the tray.

Emilia brushed her fingers over her ears, hooked her drooping hair behind her ears, and put on a smiling face.

"My friends are the few outsiders who know about my work and I am willing to keep in touch."

The description of Emilia, an outsider, made Ryan cough.

It's a weird description, but it's just right.

"It must be a good relationship."

Ryan frowned and said.

No sugar added, how can this coffee be so sweet?

"Of course, I lived in her house since I was a child, and her parents took care of me like their own daughter."

Emilia stirred her cup of coffee with sugar, took a sip, and...
She stared wide-eyed, furious, and turned her head to stare fiercely at her own hair.

The shop assistant raised her eyebrows behind the counter and gave her a middle finger.

Emilia returned the middle finger.

This is their friendly way of interacting.

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Lane wouldn't ask where her parents were.

One. God-wrenching topic.

The scenery outside the window is surprisingly good. Behind the cafe is a park, fresh and clean, with gurgling water and bright flowers swaying on the grass.

The window was open, and one could smell a clear fragrance. Perhaps the sun was blocked by clouds, and the breeze carried a coolness.

The rustling sound of the leaves waving and dancing came into my ears.

Ryan accompanied Emilia through dessert.

"Ding--"

The clerk watched the two of them leave the cafe.

"Drip-drip-"

Tapping her fingers on the virtual keyboard, the vibration of the motor made it easy to type characters. She turned on the playback of the surveillance video on the computer.

"What's so special about him?"

The clerk counted curiously.

It was the number of times Emilia peeked at Ryan while he turned his head to look out the window.

"It doesn't look like a joke."

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Ryan accompanied Emilia to the shopping mall, and the rich woman packed a lot of clothes arrogantly, and these clothes will be sent to a fixed [company].

Then the company will send a special car to transport it to the academic department.

Sunset, dusk.

Downstairs in the dormitory, the young and beautiful big sister showed her iconic smiling face to Ryan in the sunset. She was shrouded in an orange-red brilliance, and her dreamlike smiling face was the color of the starry sky in Van Gogh's eyes. It was so perfect that it could radiate fragrance. The supreme masterpiece of the century.

The smile and the subtle emotions hidden in her eyes are like a sea of ​​blooming flowers. Among the colorful colors, there is always one flower, which may not be so beautiful, but it can catch the hearts of travelers.

"Crack!"

Ryan turned the dormitory doorknob.

"Suck it-"

On the sofa, Raphael was holding a carton of milk, posing in a seductive posture and watching TV, somewhat bored.

"You can come back intact?"

Raphael turned his surprised eyes to Ryan, sipped the milk, and said vaguely.

"What is integrity?"

Raphael changed direction and gave up a seat, Ryan sat on the sofa and watched TV programs with her.

"I thought you would at least change your clothes."

Raphael smiled strangely.

"In your eyes, is a human being a creature that not only mates but also mates?"

Ryan narrowed his eyes unkindly.

"Your thoughts are dangerous."

He stretched out his hand so quickly that even Raphael didn't react, and he heard a "pop!"!
"Cough, cough, cough!"

"Cough cough!"

The black cat stared angrily and had to stick out its tongue to clean the milk from its face.

Facing Raphael's glaring glare, Ryan accepted it frankly.

Her claws can't break through the defense, what are you afraid of.

"Humph!"

The black cat had nothing to do with Ryan, it could only grunt and chirp twice, and threw the milk carton into the trash can resentfully.

"I think your situation is very dangerous."

Raphael rolled his big eyes, trying to save face.

"I feel like I'm going to be manipulated before I go to Japan."

"It doesn't exist." Ryan shook his head, he likes to distinguish clearly from his final destination.

Life is not a youth love comedy, there are fighting and madness.

It's just that it's good to change the taste and adjust the mood once in a while.
"Do you want to lose your kidneys or not your heart?"

Raphael pondered for a moment, and said words from his mouth that made Ryan stunned on the spot.

"I don't know how you came to this conclusion. Do I look like a scumbag?"

Ryan pointed to his face with a strange tone.

"picture!"

heard.

Ryan rubbed the cat's head angrily.

"Ask a question, if many women fall in love with you, and you can only choose one, what should you do?"

Raphael fled quickly, hid on the refrigerator, and questioned.

"So, do I like them?"

He withdrew his hand without hesitation, and asked back.

"Assuming that you like it."

"Can you only choose one?"

"Correct."

"I have difficulty choosing." Ryan sneered.

"Which one would you choose?" The black cat licked the tip of its nose, unwilling to let go.

"I choose." Ryan stood up, turned into a phantom, pulled the black cat off the refrigerator, lowered his head, stared at Raphael's big innocent eyes, and said:
"If that's the case."

"I will kill whoever sets the rules for me."

Raphael threw himself on all fours, expressing his surrender.

"It turns out that your kidneys have lost your mind."

she muttered.

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Japan, Tokyo.

The drizzle that lasted for several days wiped away all the dust accumulated in the air, the sky showed a deep blue, and the slender clouds were shaped into ethereal shapes.The breath of March swayed the green grass from side to side.

Tokyo, Bunkyo Ward, private Ichinose High School.

The girl stands under the tree, and the setting sun peeking through the treetops shines brightly on her shoulders.

Her jet-black hair fell over her shoulders and fell on a white knitted sweater.

The two strands of black hair hanging from the temples were hooked behind her ears, and the crystal white earlobes shone like pearls wearing earrings.

Eyebrows were dark and dark, and the downcast eyes were shining with tiredness, and there was an unspeakable lazy expression on the fair and flawless delicate face.

She took out the blue-purple earphones from her backpack, ready to plug in the earphone jack, and prepared to start today's work following the rhythm of the singing.

"Wow wow-"

On the shoulder, a cute little beast jumped up, and beat the beat with its short and cute arms.

"Serial jumping case."

"Girls from fifty high schools jumped off buildings one after another. Surveillance before their deaths showed that behind these girls, there seemed to be something terrifying chasing them."

Sakuraba Qiye patted the little beast on the head, and put away the phone.

She put on the earphones and lazily said: "Work, let's start."

The next moment, the time flows to 18:00 local time.

Sakuraba Qiye slowly closed her eyes.

Then, open your eyes.

Everywhere you look is scarlet.Standing in it, it seems as if you can hear the sound of blood turbulent and boiling in the surging sea of ​​blood.

There are many dark buildings and broken railway tracks dotted around.Everything here is a mirror projection of the city [Tokyo].The reflected [Tokyo] is showing a sense of horror wrapped in the cemetery.

Upstairs, girls in uniform skirts are stretching.

Then, towards the abyss below him, he jumped down.

(End of this chapter)