I who can connect dimensions want to be a hero

Could it be the unfortunate fate manipulated by Chubby to be wiped out?

"...I'm very curious about this..." Jon said calmly with his palm open in front of him.

From time to time, the people on the vehicles roaring past seemed not to notice him, a strange guy who was hitchhiking on the roof, and walked away directly.

The purpose of going to Kazamino City is not to meet the red hair, but if it goes according to Jon's plan, he is likely to conflict with the red hair.

Compared with Mitakihara City, which is in charge of Asami, it is easier to find witches in Kazamino City.

After all, the current red hair is still an egoist. In order to maximize the benefits, he can let go of the familiar who has not yet evolved into a witch. Faster.

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ps: Thanks for the 2 blades of 'want to be friends with the sun'.

Chapter 22

Kazamino City.

This is a much more lively city than Mitakihara, but when Jon first stepped into the city, he instinctively noticed a hint of unpleasantness in the air.

It's not something that disgusts him, it's just 'unpleasant'!

"It's really uncomfortable..." Jon stretched out his hand and waved it in front of him, as if trying to blow away the breath surrounding his body, but obviously this weird breath is not the kind that seems to repel mosquitoes The action can drive away.

Although this kind of breath will not directly cause any physical harm to people, after a long time, it will feel oppressed all over the body.

"However, the entertainment facilities are quite developed... Is this a weird balance?" Jon said after looking around.

It's night time now, and the neon lights flashing around the streets and the crowds coming and going prove that the nightlife here should be very lively.

Of course, the purpose of his coming here is not to see how the environment here is.

"I remember that most of the people affected by the witch's curse are traffic accidents and personal injuries, so the main road and entertainment areas that are prone to quarrels have the highest probability of appearing, and there are also unmanned places suitable for suicide."

The cobra bottle was spinning rapidly in his hand like a lighter, and Jon kept looking around.

After entering the night, many office workers seem to want to have a good time here to eliminate the fatigue caused by work.

Because he doesn't have soul gems like magical girls, it is not so easy for Jon to find the existence of the witch, unless he gets close to a certain distance, or comes into contact with humans controlled by the witch's kiss.

but...

"It seems like it hasn't started yet..."

If it is a person who is in a sober state and has no abnormal mental state, it is not so easy for the witch to absorb the vitality, so generally the controlled person is in a state of drunkenness or other confusion, and he is desperate for life people.

And once such emotions are accumulated to the extreme, it is easy for people to have the idea of ​​committing suicide. Of course, this is also related to the strength of the witch.

"If it's just a familiar... it should only be able to induce it, so it should be too early now."

After looking around, Jon didn't find anything unusual, and he didn't know if it was because there was no familiar in this area, or it wasn't time for it to make a move.

But just as Jon was about to look elsewhere, he was tapped lightly on the shoulder, and at the same time, there was a strong smell of alcohol.

"Does this little brother seem lost? Would you like to come and have a few drinks with me?"

The one who spoke was a middle-aged man with a hint of drunkenness on his face.

The suit jacket was held loosely in his hands, and he was holding a briefcase, so he was a little unsteady even when he walked.

Obviously, he had already drank a lot before this, otherwise he would not have invited a stranger, Jon, to drink so strangely.

Jon frowned, thinking that the other party was just a drunken alcoholic, and there was no witch's breath coming from him.

Slapping off the opponent's palm, he turned and prepared to leave, but...

"Sure enough, I still caused trouble to others...I'm really sorry..." The drunkard who stopped Jon staggered and prepared to leave, and then apologized to Jon with a drunken face: "I'm really sorry, brother, I have some It's too abrupt...I don't know why, but I always think you are very pleasing to the eye...I can't help but think that you must be a very good person to talk to..."

This sentence stunned Jon.

If the other party was stalking like a normal alcoholic, he wouldn't be surprised, but Jon was very surprised by how organized he was despite being so drunk.

Is he really drunk?

Under the face of dealing with drunkenness, Jon seemed to see a trace of his numbness and despair in life.

So, is this person in front of you an excellent object of observation?If it was really because of the ability of the familiar, then the increase in temperament that the Book of Dimensions brought to him would be too weird, right?It's fine to attract a little loli, but can even an uncle with a beard like this be able to attract it?

What a hassle.

Jon thought so, and then dismissed the idea of ​​leaving, but stopped the middle-aged man who was about to leave with a numb face, and pointed his thumb at the small shop not far away.

"So, how about going over there?"

The middle-aged uncle's eyes lit up when he heard this, and after seeing clearly what Jon was pointing at, he even showed a happy smile like a child.

"Brother, you really chose a good place! I remember the craftsmanship of the owner of this shop is very good."

...

After a while.

"So that's the case. Did you encounter too much pressure at work?" Jon put down the chopsticks in his hand and asked.

"Yeah... hiccup—" the middle-aged uncle put down the wine glass in his hand, "that guy... is just a little guy who doesn't understand anything, and he keeps pointing fingers because he is a high-level relative. I will pass it on to others!"

"That's really bad..." Jon nodded, "Have you considered switching companies?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged uncle was taken aback for a moment, and then he showed a hearty smile.

"Aren't you from this country, brother?"

Jon nodded and said, "Strictly speaking, not really."

"That's normal..." The middle-aged uncle's expression suddenly became melancholy, and with his drunken appearance, he looked as if he might fall asleep at any time.

After a long time, he rubbed the wine glass in his hand and spoke again.

"If only...if I had thought about it when I was young..."

When he said these words, his spirit seemed to become sober.

"Thank you, little brother, I feel a lot better after saying these words... If you open a talking clinic in the future, little brother, maybe I will visit it often."

Picking up the clothes that were put aside, the middle-aged man who didn't say his name until the end started to check out.

"Are you ready to go back?" Jon asked.