In the weird second dimension of killing gods

"hehe!"

Keeping smiling, Qianhua began to look for fun everywhere, and first ran to Su Shi's side.

At this time, Su Shi maintained a decent smile, but felt very tired in his heart and wanted to end the party quickly.

"Xiao Sushi, do you want some cookies? Freshly baked ones?"

With her brown ponytail swaying, the gentle Yamabuki Saya asked softly. Although she was at home, she seemed more relaxed.

Su Shi's tone was a little twitchy, "Wow~ Thank you, I'll just have the biscuits."

Ushigome Satomi, who is a bit shy with her short hair, added: "If you like desserts, there are also pastries from Yamabuki Bakery. Each one is very delicious. I highly recommend it."

Su Shi: "Thank you. I'll choose the butter bread then."

The girls around are very curious about Su Shi. After all, she is the younger sister of Huo Xia who seems to be omnipotent, powerful, confident and full of leadership.

However, he is a completely different type from Huo Xia.

Asahi Rikka, the guitarist from the same band who was pulled over by Sato Masuki, was wearing glasses and looked a little weak. She asked, "Nagasaki-san is a high school student, right? Which school is he from?"

Hearing this, Su Shi quickly said, "It's okay if you don't use honorifics. After all, I'm only in the first year of high school."

"Really?" Rikka was very surprised.

After all, Su Shi has a good figure and a calm and gentle temperament, giving her the feeling of an older sister.

"The school is the same as Kurata-senpai's, Tsuki no Mori." Sushi said.

Kurata Mashiro, who had short white hair, asked curiously, "Sister Suyo knows me too?"

Su Shi nodded slightly, "Yes, I saw it at a music festival when I was in junior high school. Because the band was so rare, I remember it very clearly."

Another reason is because of the previous band.

Mashiro Kurata is the lead singer of the band Morfonica, which is Shoko Toyokawa's favorite band.

Noticing Sushi Tsuki no Mori's identity, the other members of Morfonica also came over.

The party gradually became several small circles, with curious girls gathering around Su Shi, people being led by Qianhua to play games, people taking the rare opportunity to exchange music experiences, people surrounding Huo Xia in the kitchen to make various delicacies, and people chatting and appreciating the scenery on the balcony.

The girls who have no idea of ​​sorrow are deep in the city’s high-rise buildings, enjoying their rare happiness and making new friends without any worries.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city.

As dusk fell on the tram, Xiangzi stood quietly by the door.

Although there were many seats available, she maintained her usual elegant young lady's posture of standing, looking somewhat nervous and defensive.

After a long time, we finally arrived at the station.

Xiangzi walked for a while and finally returned to his somewhat small "home" under the bridge.

"I am back."

Xiangzi said this indifferently.

With a bang, her foot kicked the empty wine bottle. In the living room less than ten steps away, a middle-aged man was lying there, drunk and unconscious.

Xiangzi gritted his teeth, squatted down and started to tidy up the messy house.

These things used to be done by servants at home, but now I have to do them myself.

After a while, the messy little house was cleaned up.

Xiangzi's father also woke up. He opened his eyes tiredly and looked at Xiangzi, who was writing something in the still relatively bright living room, leaning against a small lamp.

Xiangzi's father said nothing, but just looked at her, his eyes full of fatigue.

I wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

In the end, he just uttered a few words dryly.

"sorry to bother you."

Xiangzi frowned slightly and spoke sternly, "Then you should cheer up. With Dad's ability, you can start over at least one day!"

Xiangzi's father's eyes were dull: "Ability, that kind of thing is gone."

"Where's the music?"

"music…"

The tired middle-aged man was somewhat amused and somewhat angry, and just said, "Music can be used as a meal, but it is only a meal. The Toyokawa family has never lacked a musician."

Xiangzi was very angry about this. She couldn't understand how her father, who was once so talented, had become like this. Just one look at him revealed the temperament of a decadent uncle.

Xiangzi's father sighed, glanced at the plan Xiangzi was writing, guessed his current job, and finally mustered up a little strength.

"Xiangzi?"

"What are you doing!"

"stand up."

Xiangzi frowned, but still stood up as his father said. Then, the voice came into his ears.

"Stand on tiptoes and look up."

Xiangzi did as she was told, and she stood in her small home in a strange posture.

Then, there was only silence.

Xiangzi's father didn't say anything either.

After a minute, Xiangzi finally became a little unhappy, "How long do I have to keep this posture?"

Xiangzi's father asked back: "Are you tired?"

"Kind of."

"So tired, so tired, it's too tiring to keep this position." The man murmured, "Standing on tiptoe like this is tiring, bending over like that is also tiring, we are all tired."

The spiritual bird will eventually be pulled down by the gravity of reality.

These words, which sounded like a song (poem), suddenly appeared in Xiangzi's mind.

"Do you look down on it so much?" Xiangzi muttered to himself when he was left alone at home, "Our scream (music)?"

Her dad is out at work.

He found himself a night job.

During the day, Xiangzi went to school while his father rested at home.

When night came, Xiangzi returned home and his father went out to work.

The two of them lived like this.

Xiangzi's father originally planned to go out and wander around and become a wandering musician. When one winter came, he felt that there were no regrets in his life and disappeared in a corner.

But there is no way.

He has a stubborn daughter.

I can only continue to struggle in Tokyo while enduring other people's contempt.

Xiangzi gently picked up the doll he brought from home, and his mood became increasingly gloomy.

Huo Xia described her as "strong-willed, proud as the sun, and full of leadership qualities."

That's right.

Toyokawa Shoko has always been trained as the heir of the Toyokawa family. She possesses excellent organizational skills, outstanding musical talent, and outstanding social etiquette. Even in the Tsuki Forest where there are many young ladies, she is very eye-catching.

Such a person is destined to be proud.

She met a girl by chance last spring and saw the cry of her heart. She hoped to shout it out loud with her music to move others.

This is the music that Xiangzi is proud of.

There are two things that make her proud. One is her surname - Fengchuan, which represents the glory of the family.

The other is one’s own music, which represents the cry of one’s soul.

Perhaps the latter is more important.

That is a pride that belongs only to oneself.

However, Xiangzi's pride was torn to pieces by "Fengchuan".

"The Toyokawa family doesn't need a musician."

Today, Xiangzi knows that these are just her mother's angry words, but she still feels angry.

"I will definitely take it all back with music!"

Xiangzi looked at the plan on the table and made up his mind again.

"What a naive idea." A sudden voice sounded in the small room.

Xiangzi looked up suddenly: "Who?"

As she shouted, several cold lights flashed in the air, and tiny silk threads shot out from Xiangzi's fingers, as if they wanted to cut the entire dusk in half.

drop--

A drop of blood fell to the ground.

At the entrance of the small room, a middle-aged white man in a tattered coat suddenly appeared, surrounded by smoke.

Thin invisible puppet strings covered him, and a silk thread was tied around his neck, leaving a shallow wound.

Reggie took his time and pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

"Can I smoke?"

Xiangzi frowned slightly and pulled the thin thread on his fingertips, and the thin thread around Reggie instantly shrank.

"You've broken into my house. I can kill you right now." Xiangzi's voice was cold.

Reggie just said calmly: "For a player like you who has never killed anyone, I can smell from a long distance that you have no intention of killing anyone."

"You!" Xiangzi was a little unhappy and said in a heavier tone, "Who are you?"

Reggie just raised the cigarette case in his hand.

"…No smoking allowed here."

Reggie then put down his cigarette case in a huff. "You have investigated a lot of things about the Inquisition before. I am a non-staff member of the Inquisition."

"Extra staff member?"

"Yes, you can also say it's a temporary worker."

Reggie was very calm, his tone was full of indifference, "The main responsibility of the detectives hired by them is to investigate the specific circumstances of those who violated the taboos. If they confirm that there is an incident related to the gods, they will report it."

Xiangzi's eyes suddenly became solemn.

Sure enough, he still came.

Although Xiangzi only has a vague understanding of supernatural powers, changing the past is a major event of supernatural powers no matter from which angle you look at it.

For example, isn’t there a Time Patrol in Doraemon?

In various literary and artistic works involving supernatural powers, changing the past is a topic that can be written about extensively.

Although he had expected this day, Xiangzi was a little disappointed when he actually met the people from the Inquisition.

In her mind, the members of this organization that judges most of the world's psychics should be sacred and powerful as soon as they appear.

The result turned out to be a decadent middle-aged man just like his asshole father.

It felt like something was broken.

Xiangzi asked coldly, "What do you want to do?"

"Don't be so hostile." Reggie said calmly, "Your situation is a little special. There have been people in history who claimed to have the power of God, but most of them were only half-baked."

"Sacred tools, divine blood, divine power..."

"There are all kinds of strange things, and there are saints like Hong Tianwang who can summon gods to possess their bodies and perform Christian miracles."