The Dimensional Pursuit

After a serious meal, Sai Lei Jia and Meteora found the clock again.

"Something?" While sitting on the sofa watching TV and digesting food, it is okay to check the status on the Internet through Yaoyao, and continue to use animation, games, novels, comics and even newly developed fan books and ghost videos to earn attention and gain Zhong Tu, who admitted his power, asked casually.

Lacus, Mario and Bucky Lulu are exercising to keep in shape.

After all, they are different from shipmates, but there is no situation of eating and not getting fat.

This is what they admire Kaohsiung very much.

"We want to ask you to help us find our creator." Serega and Meteora looked at each other, and then Meteora spoke on his behalf.

"Look for the creator? Yes. You wait, I will call the next person." Then, without hiding it, directly contacted the person in charge of the previous dimension factory in front of them-the pseudonym Fujita Reiko's high simulation Type combat robot, let her come over to pick up Sai Lei Jia and Meteora.

Compared with the original Shui Xiaosatai's method that can only be confirmed through the Internet and finally try to make an appointment, it is still easier to make an appointment directly through a company in the circle.

At least there is a solid foundation, those authors or companies will not be turned away just because you have no identity.

Sai Lei Jia and Meteora, who got the letter, did not bother anymore, and waited in the apartment with a little nervousness.

Fortunately, this time did not allow them to wait too long. In just twenty minutes, Reiko Fujita, transformed into a high-fidelity combat robot, arrived at the apartment and completed the handover with the clock diagram. The robot Fujita Reiko took to the two creators-Takashi Matsubara and Titan Game Company, to get in touch with their creators.

"Where are Sai Leijia and Meteora going?" Lacus, dressed in hot pants, small clothes, and dressed up for home exercise, walked into the living room, looking at the two leaving figures wondering.

"Go to find their father." Zhong Tu said casually without looking back.

Of course, this is not wrong. For the author, the work is their children, and the protagonist is their eldest son and eldest daughter. Therefore, it is not a problem to say that the author is the father of the character.

It's just that the words fell into Lax's ears, who knew the situation, but she was shocked and uttered with a look of shock.

"what?"

"Haha, leave them alone. What about you, are you done?" Zhong Tu smiled and asked, turning his head to look at Lux who was sweating on his forehead.

"Well, what?" Lacus tilted her head in doubt.

"Then come and sit with me." Zhong Tu patted the empty seat beside him.

"Waiting for me to finish the shower."

Then Lux smiled and walked towards the bathroom.

...

in the afternoon.

"En? Come in since you're here." Just as Zhong Tu was studying the materials related to Babute, a strange message suddenly came into his mind. He paused and opened his eyes to the room. Looking at the position of the tempered glass door on the side, he said.

Suddenly, a blue light flashed in front of the tempered glass door, and Altaïr's figure suddenly appeared in front of the door.

Stepped forward to open the door of the room and walked in.

"I'm here." Altaïr looked at the clock on the sofa and said quietly.

The use of words returned to the half-ancient and half-white state full of middle and second aura, making Zhong Tu very speechless.

"I said, we can't speak well, do we have to use this half-white and half-historic way?" Zhong Tu said helplessly.

"I have been invited here, you should tell me the way to resurrect the moment." Altaïr ignored Zhong Tu's words, or had no idea of ​​changing the way of speaking at all, and responded with a cold face.

Go straight to the subject, very simply.

"Okay, let's just do it. Come and sit down." Zhong Tu shook his head helplessly, pointing to the sofa next to him.

Altaïr did not refuse to return, looked at him, and walked over.

"Would you like tea or a drink?" Zhong Tu stood up and said.

"I just want a way to resurrect the moment." Altaïr replied.

"Don't worry, since I said I would tell you, I would definitely not break my promise. Or, you don't even have this confidence?" Zhong Tu carried Altaïr on his back and walked towards the kitchen connected to the living room with only half partitions , Asked rhetorically, half sarcasm and half joke.

"You don't need to use words to agitate, my mind will not be shaken by this degree of agitation." Altaïr said calmly.

"That's not enough. Let's talk, you want tea or drink." Zhong Tu smiled.

"black tea."

"Okay, wait a minute." Zhong Tu nodded, found the tea set and tea leaves, brewed two cups of black tea, then brought them back to the living room and put them in Altaïr and his own hands.

"How does it taste?" Zhong Tu casually sipped the black tea in his cup and smiled lightly.

"Poor. Not only the technique of making tea is amateurish, but the tea used is also terrible, and it can only be said to be barely imported." Altaïr replied.

"Well, after all, this is the first time I help someone make Japanese black tea." Zhong Tu smiled.

"Okay, let me tell you what you want. This kind of tactics of fighting for the right to speak like an old fox is really not suitable for you, it's too deliberate." Altaïr returned to his calm mood, staring at Zhong Tu and said quietly.

"Really... forget it." Zhong Tu smiled bitterly and put the black tea in his hands back on the coffee table.

Yes, the previous seemingly nonsense performance is not useless, but is trying to suppress Altaïr's arrogance and detect her mood, so as to gain the initiative for the next conversation.

It was just that the result was not beautiful, not only was it unsuccessful, but also happened to calm Altaïr, who was a little anxious, completely.

Sure enough, as the other party said, this kind of play like old foxes is really not suitable for him as a young man who is still in the good stage of life.

Shaking his head, regaining his feelings, and said sternly, "Then let's get to the point. I know your plan, and I know your plan, and I know the reason for your doing all this. I won't stop you, even when possible. Under circumstances, I will assist you, but there is a premise!"

"What?" Altaïr frowned.

"Can't exceed a certain degree. This world cannot be destroyed." Zhong Tu whispered.

"Why?" Altaïr asked in a deep voice.

"Because I like this world very much, I hope it will continue." Zhong Tu said seriously.

"As long as you can fulfill your promise and help me resurrect the moment, I can promise you this condition." Altaïr and Zhong Tu looked at each other for a moment, pondering for a moment, and said solemnly.

"Then deal." Zhong Tu stretched out his right hand. Altaïr stretched out his palm to hold the clock together after a moment of pause.

"Very good, the premise is reached, now let's explain the specific method of resurrecting the moment." Zhong Tu closed his hand and smiled at Altaïr.

Suddenly, Altaïr's expression changed, and his whole body became serious.