Fog Formula-Warning Book of Fog City Search Chief's Strange Talk

Meanwhile, the cool and quiet north side of St. Paul's Beach.

The red-haired girl was wearing a gorgeous flower and bird bathrobe, with delicate makeup, her long hair coiled up high, and she walked towards a secluded corner on the beach. Under the thick night, the young girl walked away from the crowd and walked through the woods until she reached a certain reef by the sea. Then she stopped and shouted softly to the girl in the beret sitting on the reef:

"sister."

As if she was worried about causing displeasure to the person in front of her, the red-haired girl appeared very cautious, and began to make tentative calls from a distance. This restraint was also reflected in her steps - after seeing the man clearly, she stopped and did not continue to approach, but chose to stay where she was and wait for an answer.

"Huh? It's a flower name."

However, the girl on the rock wearing a school uniform and a beret seemed to be in a trance silently. She came back to her senses after hearing the voice, turned her head to look at Hana Asahina, and then smiled at her.

"Why did you come here? Did you just come here?"

Today is the first day of the school trip, and most of the students have put on the yukatas they have prepared, ready to enjoy their vacation. Even Asahina Hana had carefully dressed up and put on the clothes that Tsubaki Yamauchi specially prepared for her. But the girl sitting on the reef didn't make any modifications, she was still wearing the school uniform she was most used to on weekdays, as if she didn't think there was anything special about this day at all, so there was no need for any special treatment.

Under the night, her whole body showed an ethereal and indifferent temperament. The moonlight turned into a veil and shrouded her body, naturally showing a mysterious and dreamy atmosphere.

"No." So Hana Asahina moved over and walked over carefully, and sat down next to the man carefully.

"I thought Sister Saori would like a quieter place like this, so I came here on purpose."

Izumi Saori, the girl who can't put down the book, the "Flower of Gaoling" of Sphinx Academy, is a very famous beautiful girl in Sfungus Academy, but few people know that she has the same name as Hana Asahina from the school next door. Also has a very good relationship.

"Well, indeed." Quan Shazhi nodded approvingly, "It's too noisy over there, and it will be disturbed for reading."

"..."

After these words were finished, there was silence between the two of them. Asahina Hana didn't know what to say for a while, and Izumi Saori who was approached didn't even ask the red-haired girl why she came to her. There was a moment of silence between the two, only the tide was left undulating at the feet of the two under the moonlight, making a "squeak" sound.

"Is my sister reading something when she comes out?"

So Hana Asahina was looking for a topic again, she tilted her head and carefully looked at Izumi Saori next to her, she seemed to feel that the girl next to her didn't look like she was reading a book in this kind of night, so she asked curiously .

"If you don't turn on the lights at night, it will be difficult to read the text clearly."

"So I'm just looking at the scenery now." Izumi Saori hummed lightly, turned her head and looked into the distance, as if she was showing the sea and sky to Hana Asahina.

"Truth is not isolated on the text of the book. In the end, you have to go back to the world to verify the knowledge. I am admiring this seascape, comparing it with the descriptions in the book, and feeling the author's emotion when watching this scene. state of mind."

"It's really beautiful." Hana Asohina also cast her gaze in the direction Izumi Saori was staring at, curled up slightly, hugged her calf,

"The seascape at night always makes people feel a little cold, mysterious and far away. It makes people feel hard to touch. They can only feel the wind blowing from the sea. It seems that they have owned this world, but in the end they have nothing. grasp."

"The truth is this."

After hearing the words, Izumi Saori turned her head and glanced at Hana Asahina, knowing that she was using this as a metaphor for herself, but she didn't make any reply, just casually twirled the few strands of her hair that were blown away by the wind,

"You can only find its shadow in a place far away from the world."

Then the mysterious girl shifted her gaze, and asked Hana Asahina:

"How is your haemorrhoid? Is it still the same as before?"

"Yeah." Asahina Hana nodded slightly.

"When I hear someone lying, I still have the hallucination of seeing flowers popping out of their mouths. Sometimes this thing may be useful, but most of the time it is terrible. When it is serious, my eyes are full of flowers. The feeling of suffocation is about to swallow me. Whenever I go back to the family, I can only force myself to calm down. Many times I know they are lying to me, but I can only pretend not to know. Sometimes I can’t help it Nausea, as if the nose has been filled with too strong floral fragrance, and I can't breathe."

"It's still the same."

Izumi Saori looked at her with pity. Most people could only see how glamorous this young jiudao leader looked like, but it was hard to imagine that she was actually in some kind of predicament from the beginning to the end. In their eyes, Asahina Hana likes high places and open places, probably just because of the arrogance of some kind of superior. Few people know that it is actually just a little breathing room for struggling in some kind of prison.

"Then stay here for a while."

So Izumi Saori said softly, shaking her head at the girl next to her.

"Stay a little longer, it's okay."

"Yeah." Asahina Hana nodded dully, hugging her legs and watching the scenery in front of her with Izumi Saori - only this person never lied, allowing her to get a little respite in the terrifying sea of ​​flowers. So it's beautiful even if you don't talk, and there is a sense of relief when you are around her.

So the silence between the two returned, only the sound of the tide under their feet was still ringing from time immemorial. The waves slapped on the reef and burst out crystal clear water, which refracted like silver under the moonlight. The tide echoes back and forth, appearing quiet and long.

As if in a predicament, he got a moment of stable breathing.

...

Maybe it's because of the holidays. The personnel of the two schools couldn't help but seem a little relaxed on the first night. They were all enjoying this rare moment of rest, and they didn't pay attention to the usual abnormalities around them.

So no one noticed that Jian Shenxiu, who was wearing a black bathrobe, was sitting on a chair on the sidewalk of the resort with Markshas at this moment, watching the night scene and the crowd in front of him. They blended in the crowd calmly, like two ordinary tourists, and there was nothing eye-catching at a glance. No one even realized that in an inconspicuous corner of the crowd, there were two people like eagle owls silently watching the crowd, observing the enthusiasm and hospitality shown by the resort to these students .

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that there is a kind of longing and twilight in this enthusiasm and hospitality. This resort has been silent for too long, and they are too eager for the arrival of guests, so they have such an extraordinary enthusiasm for these students. But everyone tacitly did not point out this matter in front of these young people, because these students are the future of Xue Jianze. Everyone is subconsciously protecting them, not wanting to convey to them the unwillingness and despair of the previous generation being destroyed by the eternal night.

Even the two of Jian Shenxiu abided by this unanimous tacit understanding, they just observed silently in the crowd, without any changes, and did not disturb the cheerful banquet. Do not expose your identity to affect the mood of others.

It's just that no matter how enthusiastic the banquet is, there is still a moment when it ends. Amidst the laughter of the crowd, the hands of the clock unstoppably pointed to half past eleven. The crowd gradually began to quiet down, and they dispersed like the tide tacitly. Only Jian Shenxiu and the other two remained in place silently, watching everything in front of them like rocks exposed when the tide ebbed.

After everyone had left, the two slowly got up from their chairs. He even raised his hand to feel the humidity in the air that seemed to increase the moment the pointer passed 12 o'clock, and his eyes showed a sharp edge.

It's going to be foggy.