The Super Power Traverser of the Peaceful World

"Yeah, the only friend you have is the Great Buddha, so I've always wanted to introduce you to a few friends, so if someone confesses to me, I will definitely let her have a good relationship with you, Mizi, before we can talk about other things!"

"Yes, that's right, Senior was thinking of me..."

Facing An Luo's sincere words, Mizi couldn't help lowering her head shyly, her legs rubbed against each other unconsciously, making her look awkward.

... An Luo habitually fooled Mizi, and Mizi was fooled by him as easily as in the past. This scene made the other people on the scene look like they couldn't bear to look directly at them. While feeling amused, they could only He kept shaking his head.

Hui Hui and Bai Yingui, who didn't have much contact with Yazi, couldn't figure out why An Luo said that, and they could fool the past.

After all, what An Luo said just now was that he was at a loss, but now he said that he was thinking about Miko. This is completely different from An Luo's feeling that he was at a loss before, right?

But even so, did he really use this method to fool him?Why?It's unreasonable and shouldn't be!

... No matter how unwilling they were to believe it, the reality before them forced them to believe that Yako Iino was really surprisingly easy to deal with, and she was completely devoured by An Luo.

In fact, Miko himself discovered this very early on. After all, it has been like this for more than half a year, so she should be somewhat resistant, but although her resistance to other people's sugar-coated shells has indeed improved significantly, it is only against An Luo. But still the same.

After being praised, she would forget why she was angry in a daze, and let An Luo rub her head or feed something like a child, but she herself did not reject such things, so even the big Buddha and small bowl who kept saying that she was not up to date would only Can choose to let it go.

In this way, under the focus of everyone's attention, An Luo, who wanted to feed Mizi, gave Mizi a box of condolence biscuits and gave it to Mizi for the time being. , so that he passed the visiting time safely.

As a matter of course, everyone left after the visiting time. Although many of the inexhaustible fruit gifts were taken away by Miko and the Baiyin family to help them digest, An Luo who stayed alone in the ward What he was facing was still an astonishing amount, but he could only smile wryly in the face of this amount of condolences.

On the second day, there were quite a few visitors, but those who wanted to stay were all driven away by him, and they went to school and work normally, and the third day was spent peacefully, but the integration of the extreme north will There, however, brought less-than-clear information about paranormal phenomena.

Chapter 36 An Alternative Kind of Love · Megumin Wants to Kill God

On the night of the third day after being admitted to the hospital, An Luo's condition was basically stable, and there was no inflammation in the wound. Since he himself didn't want to stay in the hospital, he was allowed to be discharged the next day. Go to the hospital for an examination and generally there will be no problem.

It was on the last day of the hospital that he had nothing to do, and he started to read. The notebook computer that Huihui helped him bring from home contained the various books that had just been written by the Extreme North Society that had gradually integrated the Yuanchi Group. Aggregation of intelligence.

Due to An Luo's request, all kinds of information can be said to be included in it.

The average person with a lot of information, let alone one night, might not be able to finish reading it in half a month if they read it carefully. After all, even small transfers within the organization and conflicts with the next-door organization are included.

But there is no way to do this, because he can't deliberately let them investigate supernatural phenomena for himself, but he has the ability to see ten lines at a glance, and he can handle these information relatively easily.

The most important thing is that he can skip most of the content that he is not interested in by simply glancing at the title, and find a very small number of content hidden in the massive data from the clues that he is interested in.

For example, in the past internal materials of the Yuanchi Group, which was established far longer than the Extreme North Society, there was an incident about the cadres on a business trip who encountered a ghost on an island in the Seto Inland Sea.

At first it seemed to be taken as a hostile organization, but then for some reason, it reappeared ten years later and returned to the Yuanchi group. The appearance and clothing were the same as ten years ago. According to the man himself, it was a butterfly that was illuminated Surrounded, brought to strange places led.

Although this kind of content is hard to believe, let the Yuanchi group record it for the time being, and the Yuanchi group also sent people to the island to investigate, but they only got very ambiguous information.

Of course, in the follow-up investigation, no glowing butterflies were found, but when we explored the island, we found that there were many legends about hidden spirits on the island in the past.

Although many of the normal ghosts just disappeared, but after being missing for many years and returning as they were, people couldn't help being a little concerned, and besides the ghosts, there was also a witch who could curse.

The witch's rather insignificant curse seemed to be fulfilled at the time, but because the content of the curse was too insignificant, it was regarded as a coincidence...

"Glowing butterflies, people who travel through time and space, and cursed witches... I always feel that the credibility is really not high, but there is still a need for investigation. If it is not made up, it will help Huihui go home and help Huihui go home." Would it help if I got rid of the full memory side effect?"

Looking up from the information, looking at the street view outside the glass window, An Luo habitually whispered to himself in a voice that only he could hear, thinking about his two current goals.

Of course... In fact, he still has the idea of ​​looking for super powerful hackers. After all, if he can hack the few cameras, then he can act more recklessly

But it's not easy to find hackers of that level, so we can't keep too much hope, we can only let the organization find them as much as possible.

After reading the information and issuing further instructions on integrating the Yuanchi group, An Luo took the experimental electric wheelchair presented by Bauer and went alone to the uninhabited rooftop that was forbidden to go at night.

He had already receded from the fever, and he regained the ability to control his telekinetic power in the past, so he got out of the wheelchair with the help of telekinetic power, sat on the roof railing and looked at the street view below with the oncoming evening wind blowing.

While thinking about ways to solve the current problems, he also seemed a little annoyed by the contrast between the work of the Extreme North Society and the campus life.

At this time... a girl's cold voice suddenly came from behind.

"...As expected, here it is."

Looking back, the silver-haired girl was walking towards him unhurriedly, and looked up at him on the high wall in confusion, wondering: "How did you get up there?"

"Of course it's for help."

"It's dangerous to sit there, come down quickly."

"It's okay, I do things in my own way. By the way... are you looking for me?" An Luo looked at the little girl with a little surprise: "Your father should have said, don't come to me casually." Something like that?"

"Yes...no, no."

Zhao, who was obviously not good at lying, nodded subconsciously, but immediately shook his head in denial.

"I'm really worried, what if a child like you is cheated after leaving the hospital."

"Will not."

"I hope, but speaking of it, you should be ready to be discharged from the hospital. If you guess correctly, it will be tomorrow?"

"??" Zuo opened his eyes slightly in surprise: "Dad told you?"

"No, but it's not difficult to guess. Except for me looking for you, you haven't taken the initiative to look for me these days, so there must be something to look for me, and you who have been in this hospital all the time can have something, Nothing more than a temporary hospital discharge and critical illness."

In addition to expressing his own speculation at will, An Luo is not at all like the wounded who used telekinetic power to turn around on the guardrail, and jumped directly from the 1.3-meter-high guardrail, landing with his uninjured leg At the same time, use telekinetic force to relieve the momentum.

Li Huazuo couldn't help frowning at the scene where the wounded man with a broken leg jumped from a height, but she opened her mouth to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything.

In other words... She is clumsy and doesn't know how to say An Luo. Past experience also tells her that if she talks about An Luo, the possibility of being preached back is higher, so she just feels unhappy eyes fixed on him.

But An Luo, who was used to making this girl unhappy, sat back in the wheelchair naturally, and looked back at it: "Speaking of which, I will almost be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, and I have to stay at home from now on."

"An Luo is also tomorrow?" Thinking of the two being discharged from the hospital on the same day, Li Huazuo couldn't help but think of the opportunity that might have caused such a coincidence: "Because of... the final exam?"

"Yeah, although it's okay to skip it under special circumstances, and you have to make up the exam later, it's better to forget it than to take it, but you should be planning to go to school to take the exam because your health has improved, right?"

"Well, Mom will pick me up tomorrow morning."

"That's it, let's work hard on the exam."

Although from a normal point of view, An Luo felt that it was unnecessary for her to take the exam or not, or that it was unnecessary to go to school. From a rational point of view, it was not only a waste of time but also a waste of tuition fees, but it was impossible for him to agree with himself. Say.

And... what is the meaning of life?This is a philosophical question. Everyone's answer is different or there is no answer at all. It cannot be judged purely from the so-called rational point of view.

"So is An Luo."

"I don't have anything to cheer for. The exams are probably the same, but are your grades really okay?"

"It's okay, because... I have been reading books, and the only advantage should be better grades."

Zuo described the facts in a flat manner, with no change in tone as usual, as if he had taken these things very lightly, or...he has been like this since he was a child, if he still cares about it now, these days I guess it won't work.

It's just... talking about campus life, Zuo suddenly thought of the scene he saw when he went to An Luo's ward to say goodbye to him, and couldn't help asking: "In An Luo's ward, those condolences were given by friends. Is it?"

"Ah, you're reminding me that I'm having a headache as to how to deal with those things. Come with me." Saying this, An Luo drove the wheelchair back to his ward with the girl who followed him subconsciously.

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The number of condolences in the ward has decreased a little after a few days, but it is still quite amazing in terms of the total amount. Even nurses and doctors who have seen a lot of things will still be surprised every time they see such a scene. surprised.

"Most of these were given by people from the school, but there are too many to deal with, and it's not good to throw them away. If you like anything, just take it."

Because there are too many condolence items, An Luo, who suspected to some extent that he might be able to make a fortune from his injuries, picked up a box and just delivered it today. The packaging is too beautiful, and normal people should not buy it. People feel that the pastry is quite expensive.

"Are they all from friends?" For some reason, Zuo repeated the previous question again.

"How should I put it, I don't know the names of some of them, but there are quite a few who are indeed friends...it should be." An Luo was not very sure, but even so, Li Huazuo couldn't help but feel worried about it. Sheng yearning: "An Luo has so many friends. If you go to school normally, there will be so many people visiting? Will you receive so many things?"

"I don't think so."

"No? Why?"

"Because my school is quite special, I am also a little special."

"Is that so..."

He didn't doubt An Luo's words, so he was somewhat disappointed, but more than disappointed, he was still yearning for campus life.

She looked at the pastry that An Luo handed her, and rubbed her thumb against the light blue ribbon unconsciously. She obviously didn't have any expression on weekdays, but at this moment, her envy was almost beyond words.

An Luo, who caught this scene in his eyes, thought for a while and said, "Tell me next time you are admitted to the hospital, as long as it is not too exaggerated, I can send it to you."

"...Why did it become this topic?" Kanade unconsciously stopped the movement of her hands and looked at him dumbly.

"Why? Because I know you are envious, and a friend is admitted to the hospital to send condolences, so as your friend, I am naturally helping you realize your dream."

"Thank you, but forget it anyway, what I hope is a little different from this..."

Even though An Luo said seriously that he would send her something when she was hospitalized, Zou seemed a little troubled, and it seemed that he didn't really want to receive his condolences.

But it's true, An Luo's words are to some extent the same as wishing her to be hospitalized, so it's strange to be happy.

Of course, An Luo actually knew what Li Huazuo was thinking about, and he just wanted to realize it in the simplest way...to put it simply, it was to omit the process and get the result directly.

It's just that compared to the result of sending condolences, what I really want is the normal process of attending classes in school and enjoying normal campus life.For Zou, the result can be omitted or even unnecessary, but the process is what is most needed.

But the most difficult thing is actually that process, so An Luo chose to omit it, but judging from the current situation, he also clearly understood the idea of ​​playing.

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An Luo in the wheelchair and the always silent girl stared at each other for a while in this quiet ward, then...

"Forget it." An Luo sighed as if giving up, and took the initiative to break the silence in the room: "Give me your email address and phone number."

"Email and phone?"

"If I have time, I will find you to play. It will be more troublesome if there is no contact information?"

"Yes, yes, but..." After handing over his contact information, Zao seemed a little embarrassed, and lowered his head apologetically: "I'm sorry, I may... have no way to play with you .”

"Ah, do you hate me?"

"No! An Luo is my first friend, how could I hate An Luo! It's just my body..."

The girl put her hand on her chest and made a much louder voice than usual. She tried her best to deny his statement before she could finish, but An Luo suddenly interrupted: "Chatting can also be a game, but Speaking of which...if you don't hate it, you really like it, right?"

"Like it? Well, I like An Luo." The girl was stunned for a moment, but then she agreed with him very naturally, and such a natural attitude surprised An Luo himself who asked this question and... ...quickly took out the phone and turned on the recording: "Please say it again."

"Huh? Why?"

"I want to leave a memory between us!"

"Reminiscences...?" Because of An Luo's pretentious rhetoric, the girl didn't know what she thought of while tilting her head habitually, her fair cheeks gradually turned slightly red: "I always feel... ... a little embarrassed."

"It's okay, it's really just a memory, I will never use the recording to tease you a year later! I don't have such thoughts at all!"