Conan’s World Stand-in

"Banknotes, tunnels, heavenly kings, Zhang Yimou, roses."

Guan Dounan sat up from the bed, stretched out his hand and took off the post-it note stuck on top of his head. He was stunned for a while when he saw the words on it, and then tapped his forehead as if he had suddenly remembered something. It was in the collection of Lu Xun's novels by the pillow.

What is written on it is the ciphertext that he made by himself and encrypted by Lenovo. After all, there is a top student from Dongda University in the family. It is estimated that he can’t hide it by writing Chinese and pinyin. If he wants to remind himself without exposing himself, he can only use this stupid method.

"Banknotes" can be associated with cash, the present, and today; "tunnels" can be associated with traveling from one place to another; Tianwang is the Four Heavenly Kings, which means that today is from crossing. The fourth day; Zhang Yimou can think of a "House of Flying Daggers" that has not yet been released, representing October, and roses are sent from "14th", "February 14th", "Valentine's Day" and "Valentine's Day". "Think of it.

The meaning of this ciphertext is basically, "Today is the fourth day of your journey, stay on October 14th". Writing such a note before going to bed can not only remind yourself of the number of days in this world, but also remind him to pay attention to yesterday's date. Except that the ciphertext can basically only be guessed by oneself, and if one day forgets the association logic, it is all good.

"I don't know what date it is today... According to the experience of the previous three days, it is basically impossible to be October 15." Guan Dounan pulled the short-sleeved neckline that he wore as pajamas to let the heat escape. " Judging from the temperature, it could be summer.”

Yesterday, he was reminded of the date mentioned by the clerk at the barber shop, and then he realized the problem of the date jumping. How did he jump, but he actually forgot about it himself, if he hadn't accidentally mentioned the date issue, I'm afraid he wouldn't remember it in a day today.

However, he also confirmed once again that the disorderly jump of time was not his illusion, but something that actually happened. For example, the weather forecast for "tomorrow" in the newspaper published on November 17 is cloudy with showers, while the real "tomorrow" will be sunny on October 14.

Is it a stand-in ability that makes people unconsciously ignore the chaotic timeline? Or, this is just a side effect, and there really is a powerful stand-in that can "disturb" time? Or this is the inherent mode of Conan's world. In this world, this is actually "normal". As a traveler, I am a little uncomfortable.

Since there are time-based stand-ins like the Platinum Star World Killer Queen Scarlet King, which can be called bugs, it seems that stand-in messengers with the ability to "time jump" are not so unacceptable.

Is he targeting me? Or, I'm just a passerby who is additionally affected, and I just have a little resistance because of having a stand-in. After being reminded, I can think of the chaos of the timeline... What about other stand-in messengers? 30% of the people? Will he also realize that time is not right?

Yesterday...well, let's just use yesterday. I performed a play in front of Ryota Sakagami and Masato Sansei, and I don't know if they believed it.

"After losing his memory, he thought that he planned his revenge against Ryota Sakagami, and his personality changed, and he became complacent and spoke harshly to the two of them." Guan Dounan, a character with a super long modifier, felt that he acted well. It's alright, at least he is quite satisfied with smugness and harsh words. The character reference came from an nt classmate he met in college, and he explained these two words almost perfectly.

If Sancheng Zhengren really believed that "Guan Dounan thought it was a suicide revenge action designed by himself", either the series of grudges and hatreds would continue to pursue and kill them, or they would put down their vigilance and continue to use their abilities.

"It can delay the result of the action", no matter how you think about it, it is a trap ability that is very suitable for assassination. In the context of the presumption of innocence in modern society, as long as you find out the target's trajectory, set up a catalyst in advance, and stay in any other place, you will never be punished with an alibi at the same time.

So, where will he use his powers...

…

He pulled out the summer uniform from the cabinet and put it on. Guan Dounan came to the school and learned the exact date of today: July 9th from the shop window on the side of the road.

Judging from the situation of the classmates around me and the development of the society, at least it was still in the same year, that is, 1997... except that the first day of crossing was 1998, but according to the lunar calendar, it was also within one year.

In this era, mobile phones and computers are rare, and public phone booths can be seen everywhere on the streets. People get instant information mainly through television broadcasts, or the information needs to be published in the evening newspapers.

When he came to the classroom and sat down, Guan Dounan clearly felt that the surrounding atmosphere was a little weird - in simple terms, the boys seemed to have an inexplicable restlessness and anticipation, while the girls expressed disgust at the state of other boys, and at the same time kept turning their attention to themselves. here.

It is about 23.67% higher than the frequency of casting eyes a few days ago.

But this number was just nonsense, and his brain was not a computer that could calculate a number accurate to two decimal places all at once.

"What's the matter..." Guan Dounan's doubts were quickly resolved, because he saw today's lessons written on the side of the blackboard. Except for mathematics, ancient Japanese and modern Japanese, there was a section that he had never lived for so long. Haven't been there, but have heard of it.

Swimming lessons.

It really exists, that kind of swimming class where high school girls wear school swimsuits with boys... After a little sigh, he quickly realized a very serious problem.

He can't swim.

Although he was born in a coastal city before crossing, he was limited to stepping on the beach and playing in the water. After that, he had no interest or time to learn to swim. After the crossing, the original body is supposed to have taken swimming lessons and can swim, but unfortunately did not inherit the second half of the memory.

Moreover, the swimming class in Didan High School seems to require their own swimming suits and swimming trunks. It is reasonable to say that the third-year students already know what to bring on a certain day, but Guan Dounan is an exception, he has no such "maybe to bring swimming trunks." ”, thinking that it’s enough to just prepare the textbook.

There is a problem with the acting, but there is nothing I can do. The objective conditions are limited, and I can't remember the class schedule... Let's pretend to be sick...

Girls in swimsuits... that's actually the case.

…

After all the tormented waiting of the boys, they finally came to this swimming lesson. The girls brought their swimsuits to the girls-only locker room, while the boys could only use the classroom as a temporary locker room.

"Classmate Guan, don't you change your clothes?"

Among the ** boys, only Guan Dounan seemed out of place, and Toru Nishikai, who was the squad leader, asked a question for the time being.

"Ah... I have a cold today, and my brain is not very clear in the morning, so I didn't bring swimming trunks." Guan Dounan rubbed his nose, making his voice sound a little awkward, "I'm probably going to take a sick leave with the teacher today."

"That's it, there's nothing I can do. I think the teacher will understand."

"Hmph, I think this guy is worried about being seen with his fat body, and the image of a handsome man he painstakingly created is over." Ryota Sakagami said coldly, the former gangster's figure is still good, at least Neither dry chicken nor fatty duck.

"Okay Sakagami..." Masato Sancheng was still playing the role of persuading him, and stretched out his hand to pull Sakagami's arm.

"Don't touch me! ... I don't like to have physical contact with others." Ryota Sakagami's expression changed, and she shook off Masato Sancheng's hand as if it was stained with something dirty. Explain two sentences.

"Well, what you said is true, the current physical condition is indeed not very healthy, it is all edema and vain." Guan Dounan didn't seem to care about Sakagami's words, "This is all because I didn't eat well at noon and starve out. Ah, but, where did all my lunch money go?"

"You... hum." Ryota Sakagami didn't expect that his sarcastic words would be turned around by Guan Dounan as a weapon to attack him. In addition, he was indeed wrong, and he was choked to the point of being speechless.

On the other hand, 30% of Zhengren stood silently on the side.

…

"Ready! Jump."

With the sound of plopping water, the girls in the first group jumped into the water and began to swim towards the other end of the pool.

"Yeah~ I still like summer the most. Swimming lessons are only held a few times in the hottest summer. It's a treasure that I rarely see several times in my life."

"Oh, oh, as expected of the most mature Minami among the students, really..."

"That's it, do you think I've developed her for nothing? Hey, don't stare at her like that! Don't call her by her name!"

"Well, Sakagami, Minami, no, Fujimoto-san doesn't seem to pay much attention to you..."

"Um?"

"Ah, no, nothing, nothing..."

Although it was designed by Guan Dounan's words, it caused social death. But Sakagami still has a certain amount of prestige among the boys... should I say prestige?

In short, his original small group still had the appearance of four or five people, and Sakagami, who was surrounded by them, was still the high-spirited... gangster.

As gangsters, they naturally want to talk about some gangster "unsound" topics~www.readwn.com~ In addition, they also complain about why there is only one swimming pool in Didan High School, not only boys and girls should be separated, but even boys and girls should be divided into several groups. Group.

"Okay, when it's time for Lao Tzu, you can look at Lao Tzu's heroic swimming!"

Perhaps his behavior is handsome in Sakagami Ryota's own eyes, indicating that he has stepped out of the shadows and wants to regain his own glory. But in the eyes of most people... well, they know.

Being assigned to the second group, Sancheng Zhengren, who had been squatting in the resting place with no energy, suddenly raised their hands and made a movement of pulling things down.

Because he was squatting and was blocked by the boys who were standing in front of him trying to show his "strong body", no one noticed his actions at all...except one person.

Because of the "cold", he could only sit in the classroom and watch others take swimming lessons. He deliberately acted to make Sakagami and Sancheng relax their vigilance. Wearing sunglasses that they didn't know where they came from, they appeared in the teaching building where they could see the swimming pool. In the corner, Guan Dounan, who has been paying attention to the actions of these two people.

"I see!"

When Sancheng Zhengren made that action, a layer of phantom appeared on his body. Although the distance was relatively far, he could barely see the phantom:

The black and white stripes alternate vertically, and the top of the "head" looks like a cylinder, but it has no eyes. That position is replaced by two cylinders, one concave and one convex. The phantom's hands seemed to be glued with many coil springs, and they looked like the tentacles of an octopus.

After Sancheng Zhengren put down his hand, the phantom "replayed" his movements once, and then slowly disappeared into the air.

This is a substitute for Sancheng Zhengren, and the ability is a substitute for "delaying the result of an action".

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