Kitahara and Kaede looked at Fyodor who started writing the test paper calmly, and tried their best to calm down their excessively fluctuating mood.

Well, actually there is no need to be so surprised? After all, the other party is only thirteen years old, so it is normal for him to go to school.

Although the Russian hamster ball in front of me is incompatible with the word "normal", although it is impossible to imagine him going to school, and although there are not many people in "Bungou ○ Dog" who look like they are studying hard...

Fuck, the more you think about it, the more outrageous it becomes, don’t you think?

The traveler looked across at Fyodor, who quickly solved one paper and then skillfully picked up the next one. He felt that his heart was full of sincere doubts called "Is this world the legendary academy PA?"

And the question the other party is doing now: How should I put it? Although the Russian above seems a bit bald, the various complex algebra and geometric reasoning involved in it - even if he does not know the content of Russian education, he still understands this thing

It's definitely not something a thirteen-year-old should learn.

"Well, this? In fact, I plan to finish self-study before graduation, and then apply for a leave of absence for a few years." Fyodor, who was writing papers, seemed to notice the surprised expressions of Kitahara and Kaede, raised his head, and spoke with a smile.

road.

"Suspension of school?" Kitahara Hefeng tilted his head slightly and frowned slightly. Although he knew it was not appropriate, his status as a half-educator in his previous life still made him unable to help but ask, "Why did you suddenly make this decision?"

Wait, if it is this time, it is actually not sudden... After Kitahara and Feng asked this question, they were suddenly stunned, and soon understood the reason behind it.

According to the original plot, in the Dragon Head War five years later, the Rats of the Dead House should have begun to take shape, and their tentacles have even extended abroad, and even related news about Nakajima Atsushi has been touched. In this way, now

It’s probably time for the Rat in the Dead House project to be launched.

As an intelligence organization, the most important thing is reliable intelligence sources and intelligence networks. In an era when the Internet has not yet been fully developed, if you want to start an intelligence organization from scratch, you can even get involved with other large organizations and take the initiative.

It is also necessary to travel to various places to develop core personnel.

As for which big organization will be on the line with the Rat of the Dead House...

Kitahara and Kaede silently recalled the Bell Tower Attendant who appeared with the Rat of the Dead House in the comics, and then thought about the dog suspected of being the British superpower Woolf, feeling that they had vaguely understood something.

So, have I witnessed the causes and processes that I shouldn’t have witnessed...

Kitahara and Feng's eyes drifted slightly, and they pushed the idea away with some guilt, and continued to review the expansion process of the Rat in the Dead House in their minds.

In terms of general information, there is no problem with the Clock Tower as a matchmaker. But Mr. Tuo is definitely not satisfied with relying on the Clock Tower's intelligence network, and if this continues, the relationship between the two will only be a dependency relationship, and

It's not a mutual cooperation like in the original work.

So Mr. Tuo himself must have traveled to many places and arranged a lot of manpower.

Even considering that the important members of the House of Death who appear in the original work are basically from Russia, it may be that they first personally developed a group of personnel in the country, and then used these personnel to spread and establish an intelligence network.

Well, it's reasonable to think that this kind of snowballing method can make such rapid progress.

In a few years, when network technology develops, it will be easier for Mr. Tuo to establish an intelligence network.

After reviewing the overall development of Rats in the Dead House, Kitahara and Kaede couldn't help but stretched out their hands to rub their brows, and suddenly felt a little sad:

It's probably similar to the feeling of seeing a good student who doesn't study hard and insists on using his IQ to start an illegal business.

However, this involves other people's ideological issues, and he has no position to criticize the other party.

"Because I want to see various places. It just so happens that studying is not that difficult. In fact, if I hadn't planned to leave early, I would have applied for the graduation exam first. I am also a person who travels everywhere.

Mr. Kitahara should also understand this feeling."

Sure enough, just after he asked the question, the pale and slender Russian boy opposite smiled softly and answered seriously. The aura of academic master in his tone made the traveler silently say:

I ate a pound of lemons.

No, I don't understand what you guys who can apply for early graduation are thinking.jpg

Kitahara and Kaede took a deep breath calmly, silently ignoring each other's Versailles question whether it was intentional or not, looking thoughtful, and nodded.

After all, although I was very envious, considering that the other person was Fyodor, it felt very normal.

If you insist on saying something is wrong... Mr. Tuo actually wanted to graduate early instead of dropping out of school halfway. This is so touching - it can definitely be included in the top ten events that touched Russia.

"Then I won't bother you with your homework." After Kitahara and Kaede nodded, they glanced at a certain winter vacation test paper with the title "Ninth Grade" written on it, then lowered their heads as if nothing had happened and continued to copy.

career.

Although even if you are self-study, there is no need to write the winter vacation homework for the senior year, but when I think of a certain free bird that is exactly fifteen years old now... I'm sorry to bother you, I really didn't see anything. (Forcing the truth.

)

Having said that, according to the current eleven-year compulsory education in this country, Mr. Tuo, did you come to Yokohama to cause trouble after the compulsory education period ended?!

Thinking of this, the traveler's writing pen couldn't help but tremble, and then he silently ordered a cup of hot coffee from the waiter to calm down his shock.

I don't understand, but I'm shockedjpg

What followed was a rare and peaceful period of time, with the two people doing their own work, and at least on the outside, the atmosphere seemed very harmonious.

Kitahara and Kaede finally got a new cup of hot coffee that he had been longing for. With a gradually recovering mood, he copied the contents of the next few chapters, and then planned to take the remaining fifth chapter back to write.

As for the little Mr. Fyodor next to him... he has finished writing all the test papers he brought. After soliciting the traveler's suggestions, he is studying the last few chapters of the newly released "Resurrection" with great interest.

"Chapter 4 is also finished, do you need to take a look?" Kitahara and Kaede pushed the manuscript paper with the end of Chapter 4 over, then leaned lazily on the cushions of the chair, yawned lazily, and forced themselves to

He asked tiredly.

"Well, thank you Mr. Kitahara." Fyodor raised his head and thanked politely, then picked up the manuscript, slowly read it while holding the coffee cup, and then asked curiously, "By the way,

Is Nekhludoff also the main character of this book?"

"Well, he is the protagonist." Beihara and Feng nodded, while silently complaining in their hearts:

Speaking of which, this style of painting looks so much like an editor reviewing a manuscript.

"Is that so..." Fyodor nodded thoughtfully, then inserted the page at the end of the pile of manuscript paper in order, and then asked curiously, "By the way, will this book be published in the future?

I'm very curious about the ending of this story."

"Well, when it comes to publishing, it mainly depends on what my friends think... huh?"

Fyodor blinked and saw that the words of the person in front of him suddenly stopped. He was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on so hard that he almost jumped up from his seat.

The whole person instantly returned from the lazy and casual state at the beginning to sitting upright. At the same time, he quickly turned his head and looked out the window, as if something big happened there.

The Russian boy also glanced out the window. Compared with the previous second, the streets outside the window did not undergo any significant unexpected changes. It can only be said that it is like every monotonous and repetitive day in Moscow - ordinary.

, vulgar and trivial.

Nothing unusual at all.

Feodor quickly came to this conclusion. A thoughtful look flashed across his wine-red eyes, and then he heard the other party speak hastily: "Well, I suddenly remembered a date I agreed to go to.

The time is coming soon, so I’ll take the first step. As for the publishing issue, I will ask my friends then.”

The still young leader of the Rats of the Dead House raised his eyebrows slightly.

No matter from any angle, this is a very poor reason. But since the other party is in such a hurry to leave, he will naturally not point this out.

"Then I wish you a safe journey." The young man nodded slightly, handed the manuscript to the other party, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and reminded him kindly, "It will be very troublesome if you miss the date with someone else."

"That's why you're in such a hurry." Kitahara and Kaede sighed, then stuffed the manuscript paper into their bag, drank the rest of the coffee in one breath, hurriedly paid the bill, and quickly left this ordinary-looking restaurant.

Unusual coffee shop.

This time it becomes more interesting.

Fyodor smiled and watched the other person's leaving figure, then ordered another cup of English black tea from the waiter and placed it again on the seat opposite.

——But if the other party doesn't plan to leave, he has to take the first step. After all, he still has a guest today.

Mr. Fyodor, a future member of the script team, a future famous criminal, and now just a "obedient" good student, put away the test papers on the table again and seemed to be in a happy mood.

When you took the manuscript, did you originally want to avoid physical contact with him?

He might be a little too cautious. In a place like Moscow, he would not use "Crime and Punishment" casually.

Fyodor narrowed his eyes slightly, and connected all the intermittent clues in his mind, and vaguely pieced together a rough outline.

That reaction just now was like this...

"Is 'War and Peace' finally on?"

"Why did 'War and Peace' suddenly turn on... Okay, I know this is nonsense, but it's too sudden." Kitahara and Kaede, who ran smoothly to the street, looked at the situation around them and muttered with a headache.

One sentence.

Although he was indeed ignorant of Tolstoy's supernatural powers before this, but now...

Kitahara and Kaede were silent for a few seconds, deciding to ignore for the time being the whole city that suddenly lit up, a pure white halo with the words from "War and Peace" flashing on it from time to time.

Facts have proved that a boss in the third dimension is still a god-level boss in the second dimension. This brilliance of supernatural powers has almost enveloped the entire Moscow, right?

Although like Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, supernatural powers can cover a city, the problem is that Moscow is more than 57 times larger than Yokohama...

Beihara and Feng stretched out their hands and looked at the pure white light that fell on him in the palm of their hands. Only he could see it. Feeling the obvious meaning of protection in it, they rubbed each other with complicated emotions.

No matter who is on the street, everyone's body is wrapped in a white light, like flowers blooming all over the mountains and plains.

I don’t know its name, but it is full of vitality.

The grass is bearing their seeds, the wind is shaking their leaves, all without making a sound, like a field full of flowers and breeze, blooming suddenly in this world made of steel and concrete, and the hustle and bustle of the world.

above the city.

The only witness to this wilderness, the traveler from a foreign land silently looked at such a scene and uttered a whisper that seemed helpless and yet pleased at the same time:
To be continued...