mythical visionary

Chapter 13 Letter, Flight to London, Morning in Tokyo

June 12, seven o'clock in the morning.

The boss unlocked the cafe door with a key, pushed the door open, passed the empty cafe, walked up the stairs to the attic, and muttered:

"Hey, Mingwei, are you feeling better today? You didn't go to bed without taking your medicine last night, did you?"

He went up to the attic, turned his head, and saw the same emptiness.

There was no one on the sofa or on the bed, the beds and furniture in the attic were neatly arranged, and the floor and windows looked like they had just been cleaned, covered with a light layer of water mist.

The boss was stunned for a while, scratched his white hair, and sighed angrily.

"Hey, this brat..."

He adjusted his reading glasses and lowered his eyes to see that there was still the bag of antipyretics on the sofa, and none of the medicines in the bag were opened.

A pack of cigarettes was placed next to the antipyretics, and a book was pressed under the cigarette pack with a letter in it.

The boss sat down on the sofa, took a look at the pack of cigarettes, it was his favorite brand.

He was silent for a moment, then tore open the package with withered fingers, took out a cigarette from inside, lit it with the lighter he carried with a "click".

The boss picked up the cigarette, opened the letter, picked out the letter with his smoke-wrapped fingertips, and moved his eyes down with the words.

——Boss, I was accepted by a British university. The notice was stuffed in the envelope. It was a little sudden, but I will come back more often during the holidays. I know that the cafe is losing money recently, and you don’t need to pay for the tuition fees. And if you get a scholarship , I will call your account.

——This book is the hardcover version of "For Whom the Bell Tolls". Didn't you keep complaining that the previous one was ruined by a customer for two pages, so I found a new one for you at the bookstore.

——Also, here are the cigarettes you wanted. I wanted to buy you a pack of cigarettes before I was paid, but you kept saying it was too expensive.

After reading the letter, the boss found an admission notice in the envelope, read the admission notice verbatim, and put the cigarette case and the notice on the sofa.

The clock in the attic was still ticking.

"It's time to open the shop..." He lay back, leaned slowly on the back of the sofa, and took a deep breath of cigarettes, "Forget it, let's take a day off today."

Huanjing International Airport, an Airbus 330 aircraft, first-class cabin.

The configuration of the first-class cabin is very luxurious. There are a pile of hardcover books neatly arranged on the bookshelf, and bottles of free cocktails are stored in the cabinet next to it. The breakfast food is even richer. The dining car is filled with French toast and tempura shrimp. , smoked grilled chicken and other staple foods, as well as a variety of desserts and fruits.

It's just that the first-class cabin was empty, and only two figures could be seen. They were sitting on adjacent sofa chairs, talking softly.

"What did you tell him?" Anlens held his chin and flipped through a bestseller that he took off the shelf.

"It's nothing."

"Hehe, it doesn't really matter, as long as the boss doesn't post missing person notices all over the world looking for you."

"He's not coming for me."

"Your tone is really confident. It stands to reason that it sounds strange for an ordinary high school student to suddenly transfer to a British university."

"Compared to this," Xia Mingwei looked away from the TV screen, "I have a lot of questions to ask you."

"Of course," Anlens smiled. "The flight from Beijing to London takes about ten and a half hours. Unless we are intercepted by a mythical carrier halfway, you can ask yourself until you are happy."

"It's not funny, maybe we were really intercepted by the mythical carrier..."

Xia Mingwei's voice stopped abruptly, his pupils suddenly contracted slightly, his clone woke up, and an additional perspective suddenly appeared in his mind.

"What's the matter?" An Lance raised his eyebrows and closed the book with one hand.

"It's nothing, maybe I didn't get enough sleep." Xia Mingwei whispered while holding his forehead. He split his consciousness in his brain and divided it into two perspectives: the main body and the avatar.

Japan, Tokyo, interior room of a church.

Xia Mingwei's avatar opened his eyes from the bed, and what he saw was a strange ceiling. This was a rather classically furnished room, and he could smell the light tea fragrance.

His eyes stayed on the clock on the wall. Due to the one-hour time difference between Tokyo and Beijing, it was already eight o'clock in the morning here.

"You're awake, Wall-E." A cold female voice came from the side.

Xia Mingwei turned his head and looked at Qing Zhulin beside him.

She was wearing a white dress, and she was sitting on the bed with her bare toes reading a book. Books piled up beside the bed were as high as mountains. Even though the morning light from the window was mostly covered by the piled books, it still passed through the gaps between the books. Silky strands sprinkled on the girl's fair cheeks.

"Wali?" Xia Mingwei asked puzzledly, "Why do you call me Wali?"

"You said your name is Robert. Robert sounds like a robot. A robot is a robot. When you think of a robot, isn't it the movie "Wall-E"?" Qing Zhulin turned the pages of the book.

Xia Mingwei was speechless.

"... Isn't it funny?" Qing Zhulin asked.

"Uh……"

Qing Zhulin pressed the cap of the pencil to his chin, and said expressionlessly: "It seems that my ability to make jokes needs to be improved."

"I think so..."

"Robert, whenever you want to criticize anyone," Qing Zhulin interrupted him, "you have to remember that not all people in this world have the advantages you have. "

Xia Mingwei shrugged his shoulders and said angrily: "This famous quote comes from "The Great Gatsby", right?"

"You actually know, it seems to be a robot with good factory settings."

"I want to say that this sentence does not apply to the status quo, and I have a very poor sense of humor myself, so it is impossible to criticize you for not telling a good joke."

"It doesn't matter, I admit that I have no talent for joking." Qing Zhulin paused, "Also, I want to thank you, you scared those guys quite a bit."

"You mean," Xia Mingwei came to his senses, "Poseidon, the god of the sea, and Aphrodite, the god of beauty?"

"Yes."

"I thought you respected them."

"No, you can't look at the appearance of anything," Qing Zhulin brushed the strands of hair from her forehead behind her ears, and lightly snorted happily, "Oh...it's really interesting to see them being scared like that. "

Xia Mingwei held his forehead and lied slowly:

"At that time, Aphrodite didn't know what she wanted to do to me, so I resisted her in a daze."

"You probably released the ability of the 'Black Wukong' sequence," Qingzhu Rin thought for two seconds, "From the performance point of view, it is similar to the 'Tight Curse'?"

"……perhaps?"

"Compared to this," Qing Zhulin put down the book, "You should have a lot to ask me."

"First of all, people in the church call us 'sons of God' and 'goddesses', what exactly does that mean?"

Qing Zhulin picked up a picture book and began to paint with a pencil: "Simply put, the people in the church hope that we will combine to give birth to a more powerful myth carrier, so they call us that."

"Knot..." Xia Mingwei frowned, "Combined?"

"It means mating and giving birth. As expected of Robert, he actually asked a lady to say such a thing clearly." Qing Zhulin graffitied with a pencil expressionlessly.

Xia Mingwei took a breath and said in disbelief: "People in the church want us to mate and give birth to a more powerful myth carrier?"

"Yes," Qing Zhulin finished drawing, and turned the drawing book towards Xia Mingwei with one hand, "But... probably only such things will be born."

Xia Mingwei moved his eyes and looked at her drawing book. There was a very scary graffiti on it:
A deformed baby with eight heads. His eight heads are covered with thick hair, with sharp mouths and shrunken cheeks, like eight monkey heads.

Babies with eight monkey heads? The mating product of "Baqi Orochi" and "Black Goku"?Just imagining it makes people creepy... Xia Mingwei can't accept it at all.

"We are monsters, and the offspring born will also be monsters." Qing Zhulin said softly.

"I know."

"Even if this is not the case, he was born in this world with a normal posture," Qing Zhulin put down the drawing book and continued to read, "but his father is a monkey, and his mother is a snake with eight heads...Robert , do you think he will be happy this way?"

Her voice was indifferent, without a trace of emotion, like the cold wind blowing through Siberia.

"Compared to thinking about these things," Xia Mingwei said blankly after a moment of silence, "It's already a bit too advanced for me to marry a strange woman."

"It seems that you have normal three views, so I can rest assured." Qing Zhulin slightly raised the corner of his mouth, "Then, what other questions do you have?"

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(End of this chapter)