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The two ceremonies lightly raised their heroic eyebrows and turned around to look.

"Fujino, do you have any impression?"

If it was normal, with the indifferent temperament of the two ceremonies, I would definitely not pursue this kind of thing, but today I don't know why, the two ceremonies actually have the meaning of breaking the casserole and asking to the end.

"I'm not too sure...I knew Chengzi later than Miss Liangyi, and she has been teaching me how to use the magic eye..."

Asakami Fujino tilted her head, a gentle smile blooming on her face.

"and many more."

Aozaki Orange's expression became more and more strange.

"Speaking of which, why should I instruct you to use the magic eye, Fujino? I should have nothing to do with you."

"Huh?...Of course it's Shiro—"

Asakami Fujino was stunned for a moment, but the words that had already reached his mouth could not be spit out.

"Fujino? What's wrong with you?"

The two rituals looked at Asakami Fujino in surprise.

For some reason, Asakami Fujino laughed and cried.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I don't know either. I always feel that when I think about this matter, there is a sense of sadness that is hard to suppress."

The girl laughed and cried.

She couldn't give any reason, so she could only cry like this.

Asakami Fujino did not stop the tears from falling.

I wanted to die this summer.However, I met that person, the person I like the most, so I should continue to live first.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

sorry Sorry sorry.

The two ceremonies shook with Aozaki Orange, and they wanted to say something, but in the heart-breaking 'sorry' call from the girl, she still chose to remain silent.

......

Small bridges and flowing water, ancient Buddhas are leisurely.

In this Chiba hot spring tourist area, there is a particularly hot small hot spring.

Famous for its deep and quaint scenery, it has a fascinating biographical history of monsters.

So there is an endless stream of tourists coming and going.

And the author of the horror novel, Shen Jian Xia Yan, is one of them.

"This is a charming and magnificent world, a world of desire and greed—"

"Do you—have the courage to peek at it?"

"I--"

Seeing that Xia Yan was about to answer, the next moment, Lianhua disappeared in front of him at an unknown time.

"You let ordinary mortals enter the Wanhua Mirror again?"

The silver-haired girl in an elegant dress narrowed her eyes and looked at the lotus flower beside her.

"This is my duty as the guardian of Wanhua Mirror."

Lianhua didn't get angry for the other party to stop him, but answered with a flat face.

"Humph."

The fog branch of the camp snorted coldly.

"Wanhua mirror is more than just yours."

"Hehe-indeed, Wanhua Mirror is not mine alone."

A strange sadness flashed in Lianhua's eyes, but she still forced her way.

"But I am responsible."

"What bullshit responsibility!"

Bonmist Branch stood up and announced loudly and firmly.

"I once promised a person that I would take good care of you for him. Even if I am a creation of Wanhua Mirror, I will stop you."

"I don't know who that person is. I don't know if he is male or female, tall or short, but I will never break my promise to do things I promise."

Facing such a firm confrontation, Lianhua sighed leisurely.

"Ugh--"

She held the Wanhua Mirror in her hand and sang in a quiet tone.

"Cause and effect is the spinning wheel, the many-faceted mirror of brilliance."

Her voice rose suddenly.

"The floating world is vast, but a fleeting dream."

Her voice line flattened.

"Good and evil, love and deceit, all have certain numbers."

She is sometimes soft as persuading people to fall into a dream.

"In the wheel of fortune."

Sometimes she is as calm as a deep pool of water.

"Devouring the darkness of Huangquan."

Lotus lamented.

"Wow! I am the guardian of dreams."

Lotus is sad.

"The viewer of illusions, only in the Wanhua Mirror, will last forever."

Wanhua mirror can record ancient and modern.

But why, can't record the figure of that person?

......

In a rental apartment in Chiba, a girl with brown-red hair answered the phone and nodded.

"Yes, I understand, ok, I will go back to China soon. I didn't expect that such a national-level project would invite me. Yes, I am very honored."

click-

The phone hung up, and the girl in a pale pink T-shirt as pajamas let out a heavy sigh.

Her slender eyebrows were raised, and she looked at everything in the room, as if from a lifetime.

The phone call just now was from the university research institute. It is said that there are large-scale projects issued by investors and even the country. It seems to be about a time machine.

"A time machine—"

Makase Kurisu sat on the soft bed with a clatter, and a stream of light flashed across her deep purple constellation pupils.

She always felt that this word sounded a little familiar, but if she was asked to say something, she could hardly say anything.

"I haven't taken on any projects about time machines before."

Makase Kurisu was a little unsure.

But she had a vague feeling.

I came to Japan by myself...it seems to be because of the time machine.

"A time machine? ... Is human power really possible?"

The girl hugged her slender legs.

time...

Time machine...

Well...

There was a noise ringing in my ears.

"I'm... too tired from work?"

Makase Kurisu rubbed her temples.

"Time Machine...Japan..."

Her eyes moved slightly to the ticket to the side.

do not go--

Click! ! ! !

"????"

Makase Kurisu suddenly raised her head.

The sound of the sound in her ears surprised her.

"That's definitely not an auditory hallucination. Don't go—what is this...?"

Makase Kurisu's heart was beating violently.

"Although I don't know whose voice it was..."

But he always felt that he had always been firmly guarding himself.

"Thank you."

Makase Kurisu smiled faintly.

The white palm lifted.

Makase Kurisu gritted her teeth and tore the ticket in half!