People in Tokyo: Time Stopped

"..."

"Huh...huh...huh..."

Listening to Chiaki's gentle breathing in the dark, Yaki opened her eyes. She looked at Chiaki's face close at hand, and at his beautiful eyelashes that flickered from time to time. She closed her eyes gently.

Just as she pretended to be asleep before, she now also brought her face up to her and kissed Qianqiu in her sleep gently... and then left gently.

After all, Yaki is not Ji Gong Wuming... She is not a shy and awkward little girl, a kiss is a kiss, and she will not panic when she comes back to her senses.

Realizing what he had done, Yaki glanced at Himemiya Wuming who was sleeping with some guilt, and then returned to the shadows while saying something that would never be heard by others.

"Have a good rest, Lord Qianqiu..."

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===Chapter 13 is half weird===

"tick-tick-tick-tick..."

In the distant eternity, drop by drop of water drops slowly... From this, the concept called [time] was born. Is this a constant, or is it a human setting and concept of the world?

This question has troubled all human beings for a long time...

Qianqiu is like a bystander, looking at the primitive people and mammoths running on the ground from a high angle, like a god... There is no doubt that the current era is the beginning of the primitive.

"Yeah (what to do)?"

"Ahhh (stand still)..."

"Gaggara (what is this doing)?..."

"Wow Ga (Celebration)"

"..."

Qianqiu calmly looked at the savages with long hair, watching them tie a knot with their hair in the coldest winter... Every time this time, all the surviving savages would knot their hair.

This proves the passage of time... This is the first [year].

It's very counter-intuitive, if you don't tie this knot, then the time of the savages will not have passed a year... Their age is also a year younger, the time experienced by the body will not be remembered by the part outside the body, then the time never passed.

"Only Ya Ya (Witch)~"

"Only Ya Ya (Witch)~"

In the entire tribe, the only ones who don't need to tie hair are the witches in the tribe, the shaggy and old witches, time has left a strong trace on him, as if eternity and as if only a moment passed.

He is an existence outside of time...

……

The calm Qianqiu raised his head and looked at the sun that belonged to the primitive era... The sun appeared to be dimmer than modern times, but it was still a flame that was difficult to see.

When he bowed his head again, the era in front of him was no longer ancient, and he watched the wise man who first removed human beings from the definition of time and redefines... burnt to death at the stake.

The sun does not revolve around human beings... human beings are not the masters of time.

The world is turning, and what is re-presented in front of Qianqiu is the world's first "watch", which is an ordinary branch inserted on the ground... The dazzling sun stretches the reflection of the branch very long.

Then, it was a piece of falling gravel; it was a drop of water drop by drop... The scene in front of me was constantly changing, and then it stayed on a sloppy scientist for a moment.

The scientist and his friend were arguing about a topic, and then suddenly seemed to feel something, looked up in the direction of Qianqiu, stuck out his tongue playfully, then turned his head and said, "Thank you, Besso."

"..."

Unmoved Qianqiu blinked slightly, and the scene in front of him unknowingly came to the modern day he was familiar with... Day and night alternated, and the separation between day and night became more and more obvious at this moment.

Humans use twelve hours, and then it's the weird twelve hours...

The world was first defined by human beings in seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, and years, and then separated by weirdness... There are only twelve hours left in a day, and no matter how much you want to go out, you can only use twelve hours.

Not just human, but weird too...

However, time should be free, and whether time should be defined by an interval is another matter, but time itself is absolutely free, and the people who use it...should also be free.

"..."

Qianqiu watched the humans who went out at night being killed by the monsters, and watched the monsters who went out in the daytime being eliminated by the slayers... Isn't the world supposed to be like this?Perhaps, there is a better ending?

"The world, isn't it supposed to be like this?"

Listening to Ji Gong Wuming's voice that appeared in his ears, Qian Qiu's flat face, for the first time, a trace of waves appeared, he nodded lightly, and made a sound for the first time in the dream: "Well."

"I'm starting to understand your persistence..."

Qianqiu said so, if his attitude has always been [Oh!Humans and weirdos have to coexist peacefully! ], the reason is [This is Himemiya Wuming's dream, and it's also my dream].

So now...

His attitude became [humans and weirdos need to use time and the world to coexist peacefully], and the reason was [Isn't it supposed to be? ]'s frank questioning to the world.

Reverse the cycle, if this dream does not come true, then do it again... No matter how many times, it will not be long until the dream is perfectly realized.

Because...[past] and [future] are things that have no connection; on this basis, there is no difference between [past] and [future], and this is the meaning of [time].

"Thank you."

In the dream, Ji Gong Wuming said so, and then hugged him without hesitation, hugging Qianqiu's head like a face bug... I can't breathe!I can't breathe!

Qianqiu struggles in the dreamland...

"..."

"Hooah!"

Qianqiu took a deep breath and pulled his head out of Jigiyasaki's arms... He panted, glanced at Jigiyazaki's arms with some fear, and almost suffocated him here.

But think about it, if it was Ji Gong Wuming who caught him, no matter what, there would be enough space for him. After all, Ji Gong Wuming was still too young (referring to the age of appearance).

"call……"

"call……"

"call……"

Hypoxia... Now he is very hypoxic.

He was panting softly. It was six o'clock in the morning. He had a perfect sleep. He probably wouldn't feel sleepy today... However, his lung capacity seems to be much worse than before, and he needs to keep breathing. , to calm the breath.

The recovery of the wound is getting slower and slower, and the time of holding your breath is getting shorter and shorter. Recently, I feel less and less hungry... Now, is it really about to become weird?Although the sun hasn't made him feel sick yet...

However, the few weirdos around him are the type that can easily ignore the damage caused by sunlight... If I want to describe it, they will only receive a higher amount of light attribute damage, not continuous deduction under the sun. Blood.

Qianqiu couldn't help feeling a little melancholy when he thought about it like this... Although he didn't care much before, but now he cares a little bit, so he doesn't even want to look at his property page.

"..."

However, let's take a look...

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Name: Chiaki Ringo

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Race (128%): Human (66%), Weird (34%), God (28%)

Special Attribute: Divinity (35%)

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What the fuck? !I'm halfway to being weird?Also... Recently, the deity has been declining faster and faster, but the fragments of the godhead have been unable to keep up!

Qianqiu fell into shock like this.

===Chapter 14 Pure White Cemetery===

"Ah, Lord Qianqiu... welcome."

The weird boy said that, he took back all the authority of Gunma and became the king of weirdness in the true sense... But he didn't seem to be very happy.

Even, Qianqiu was brought to this cemetery by his subordinates... Moreover, as the weird Zhengta of his subordinates, he also asked Qianqiu to persuade his king to come; it seems that the situation is indeed a bit bad.

"Listen to your subordinates, you haven't eaten for several days, and you haven't left here..."

"..."

Listening to Qianqiu's words, the weird boy looked at the stone monuments that were standing in the forest. He shook his head gently and said, "Lord Qianqiu, you know... Weird can not eat."

"That's true."

"..."

Afterwards, there was a long silence between the two. The weird boy took the lead and couldn't help looking in Qianqiu's direction, noticing that he was staring at a tombstone with many flowers.

"That's Kazuichiro's tomb. It's the flowers that were sent by humans and weird hands in his territory. There are more or less other tombstones... If one day, Mr. Qianqiu, you die, the number of flowers... no , still don't say it."

Realizing that some unlucky weird boy said this, he changed the subject and said, "When Kazuichiro was a human being, he was a well-known homeless man (street slipper), but after he became the leader of the area... he was loved and respected. ."

"What should I say, his own personality makes him a very friendly leader. Even if he can't taste the taste, he will go to the convenience store to buy soda, and then brag that he is the local king of weirdness..."

"Over time, people stopped being in awe of him and started finding him funny...even if he was weird."

The weird boy said this, he looked at Qianqiu, who was listening quietly, and said, "I erected a monument for them, because I think I need to do this... It's ridiculous, they may have died when they died as human beings. There are tombstones, and they died twice."

"But...for some weird...like Kazuichiro."

The weird boy who said so, his voice sounded flat, but Chiaki always felt that his state was unstable, and he continued: "For Kazuichiro, the moment he became weird... His life really began. Bar?"

"But I don't understand...why does the weird die?"

The weird boy who started talking nonsense covered his face with one hand, and blood-red tears came out from his fingers. After all, he was just a boy crying: "Everyone is obviously a very good person."

"..."

If it goes on like this, he will lose his mind sooner or later... This is where the weirdness and troubles lie. It is easy to go to extremes because of some emotions, and then lose his mind and become a monster.

Just like Shimizu Fenghua almost became, just like the subordinate of the girl in the raincoat...

However, Qianqiu couldn't do anything this time. If the subordinates of Fenghua Shimizu and the girl in the raincoat belonged to [Drilling the horns], then this time...it was different.

The weird boy is facing the most invincible, most autistic and unlikely problem... parting, and parting from life and death, Qianqiu can't solve his emotions.

Because his friend died... that's for sure.

"..."

"Sorry, Master Qianqiu...cough..."