Flights from Japan to Russia.

Kitahara and Kaede looked out the window at the black-purple sky, which was like a bowl of abundant water, filled with big, plump stars.

Looking at the sky from an airplane seems to give people the illusion that the sky is within reach, but sometimes, in a blink of an eye, they feel that the sky is terrifyingly far away, carefully hidden higher than the stars.

"In those days of youth, I looked down upon the world

Purple grapes, like night, drifting from the west

Hanging on the noisy street, a star in every drop of juice."

At this time, I really miss the literature of my previous life.

He thought about this poem from his previous life, smiled, exhaled, watched the fog condense into fine water droplets on the window, took down the book used to block the light in the cabin from above his head, and read safely again

Got up.

Although it is said that there are many writers who should be shining brightly and have been abducted by this damn worldview and become supernatural beings, the literary world in this world is not without readable works.

After all, there is a certain inevitability in the development of history, and many unique and talented works have appeared.

Some of them are equally amazing to read - even if Kitahara and Kaede's tastes have long been cultivated by those masterpieces on Earth, they have to admit that their level is not comparable to that of the literary giants on Earth.

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For example, the book he is reading now can almost be said to be the "Khazar Dictionary" from another world.

Through the combination of countless entries, people can see the rise and fall of one of the civilizations. Under the confusing interweaving of time and space, the "witch" that runs through the entire dictionary entry serves as the only witness to the entire dead civilization.

An almost sad and heavy weight of civilization weighs heavily on the hearts of all readers, making people breathless and almost suffocating.

"Having said that, I should actually be able to write a book with a similar theme." Kitahara and Kaede read a few pages, with a somewhat thoughtful expression on their faces, "Where's civilization..."

After all, behind him, there really is a magnificent, splendid, equally beautiful and real civilization.

If more people in this world can get to know her... No, it's better not to think about this.

He does not have the writing power or courage to describe the civilization of an entire planet. After all, not everyone can do the business of spreading the culture of the three-dimensional earth.

To put it in a slightly sarcastic tone, it means, "No one can succeed unless he has great perseverance and determination."

What's more, if there are any fallacies in the dissemination process due to my own reasons... Thank you, I have begun to feel that I am completely to blame.

"Speaking of which, I feel that my memory has improved a lot recently." Kitahara and Kaede touched their chins, feeling a little subtle, "To be precise, is it because I am too sharp when it comes to words?"

In other fields, he is quite normal. Only when it comes to words, he can basically be regarded as having a photographic memory at the level of hyperamnesia.

What is this, Wenye’s limited time travel benefit? But there are many benefits, at least learning a foreign language doesn’t have to be so painful...

Beihara and Feng thought about it for a while, then filed the messy words in his memory into a book and sorted them out a little bit - these words were only encountered after he came to this world, and there were no books he had read before.

This welfare package has to be said to be a big pity.

Since it is a text-related field, let’s make the filing area look like a library. The invalid information that we usually come into contact with can just be used as wallpaper...

Although it was the first time for him to perform such a high-level (maybe a bit metaphysical) operation in his own mind, perhaps because the "travel benefit" was too powerful, Kitahara and Kaede felt that they were quite skilled, and they quickly found a

location, the prototype of the library was designed.

Specifically, it looks like the Tower of Babel, a cylindrical building - or a bookshelf? You can get books along the spiral stairs. Then, these stairs and the building are covered with messy invalid information as wallpaper.

...Forget it, this wallpaper feels a bit gaudy when applied, so it’s better to pull it out and use it as a peripheral aperture special effect.

Although there are no operations that can only be played in the mind like the Penrose Ladder, it looks okay.

Beihara and Feng nodded with satisfaction in their hearts, and their consciousness skillfully returned to reality.

The sound of subtle footsteps in the dimly lit cabin reached his ears clearly in the silence. He looked over curiously - he actually didn't expect to see anything. Maybe someone was going to the bathroom?

Then he was caught off guard by a bright light flashing across his face.

If you want to compare the feeling, it is almost equivalent to waking up at three o'clock in the morning and trying to turn on your phone. As a result, you accidentally turn on the flashlight that comes with the phone in front of your face. The brightness is still at the maximum...

Well, this is a human tragedy, a terrible tragedy.

Kitahara and Feng were stunned by the sudden strong light for a few seconds, and their first reaction was: Which superpower is openly using the light effects of superpowers at night? Do you have martial ethics?

You can be a dick this night!

Kitahara and Feng pressed their swollen eyes with a headache, silently threw away the speechlessness and complaints in their minds, and turned to think about another question:

Having said that, the real version of superpowers shouldn’t be bulingbuling and glowing like in the anime, right?

Especially the light effect that I just saw seemed to be composed of Japanese characters. No matter how you look at it, it shouldn't be something that belongs to Fumino·Real Edition Studio.

Kitahara and Kaede looked at the cabin that had gone dark again, and looked thoughtfully at the place where the light of the large self-propelled white light group disappeared just now.

If I remember correctly, it should be the door of the first class cabin.

So this person is in first class? Then what was he doing in economy class before? But it is also possible that he was an economy class member trying to sneak into first class.

Then those words entwined with the light ribbon... Kitahara and Kaede sank their consciousness back into the library constructed by memory, and reached out to take out the latest fragment of the book inside.

Because the light was so bright, even Kitahara and Kaede couldn't read all the words clearly. They only read a small part of the huge flow of information, which caused the text on it to be intermittent. But at least they were able to read it despite stumbling.

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"Through the long tunnel across the county line, you can see... stars scattered at the foot of the mountain, giving people a feeling of loneliness. The white snow over there has long been swallowed up by..."

"... Most people's roofs are covered with thin wooden boards and paved with stones. Those round ones..., only the side illuminated by the sun shows a dark surface in the snow. It is not the color of moisture, but...,

Black as ink."

This sense of familiarity should be due to the Japanese works he has read - so the problem is, excluding those few whose original works will definitely not appear here, there are only three Japanese writers whose works he has read in his previous life.

Yukio Shima, Yasunari Kawabata, Murasaki Shikibu, Haruki Murakami, Keigo Higashino, and Shinichi Hoshi.

If we exclude Murasaki Shikibu, Higashino Keigo and Hoshi Shinichi whose language style and these paragraphs are not the same, well, it can be regarded as a standard choice of three?

Thinking this, Kitahara and Kaede reached out and opened the book to the last paragraph, which was a rare complete sentence in the whole text:

"When Shimamura stood firm and looked up, the Milky Way seemed to pour into his heart with a crash."

"'Snow Country'?" Mr. Traveler was stunned for a moment, and quickly recognized the name of the story based on the ending that had left a deep impression on him.

So the person who just walked over was Kawabata Yasunari... Kitahara and Kaede closed their books, feeling a little complicated.

How can I put it, who would have thought that he would be able to see the "literary man" in his previous life so soon? This is the first time in his life that he has flown on a plane!

It’s just as outrageous as if you randomly drew a single draw in the poison pool, and the new limited SSR of your destiny suddenly appeared jpg

And what are you, a Japanese superhuman, going to do when you take a flight to Moscow? Are you going to see what the real "Snow Country" is?

Kitahara and Kaede's thoughts wandered several times between "going on a business trip" and "going abroad on a private matter", and then decided to give up thinking.

Anyway, the other party's affairs must have nothing to do with his travel, so he wouldn't directly start a supernatural battle on it, and then hit the plane until it crashes, right?

Thinking of this, he looked at the watch on his wrist again.

It's 11 o'clock Tokyo time. There are still six hours before the plane lands.

Three hours have passed and nothing has happened. It is estimated that nothing will happen on the plane later. Instead of worrying about this, it is better to think about how to face people with powers in the future.

He had just carefully scanned the economy class cabin he was in, and found that there were several luminous objects that seemed to represent people with supernatural powers mixed in there.

However, it may be that the ability is too weak, or even the person with superpowers does not know that he has superpowers, so the light appears very weak, and it can only be vaguely seen when the light is relatively lacking.

Not to mention clearly what words are written on it.

Of course, this also further illustrates a problem: no matter whether the other party uses superpowers or not, he should be able to see the light on them - in other words, in his eyes, superpowers are probably a normal mark...

Then the question is, how do you live like this jpg

You can't just dodge once when you see a relatively strong superpower user, and twice when you see two relatively strong superpower users, and then one day walk into the Armed Detective Agency and be temporarily blinded by the dodge, right?

But if I insist on thinking on the bright side, if I am really poor in the future, maybe I can apply for an official job as a "humanoid power detector that can identify powerful people with powerful powers at a glance in a huge sea of ​​people"?

"Think of the Good Things"

Kitahara and Feng silently wiped away the terrible social animal route that suddenly popped up in their minds, sighed helplessly, and sincerely hoped that it was just an accident that they could see the light effects of other people's powers.

At least don't use the permanent passive skill! Eyes, eyes are really going to die!

——But then again, does this count as a superpower?

"But if you ask me, this should be something more like a miracle than a miraculous power."

If Edogawa Ranpo's wisdom, which is comparable to supernatural powers, is an inheritance from his parents' extraordinary wisdom,

Then the only place where his keen senses for supernatural powers and words can come from is there.

...is this a parting gift?

Beiyuan Hefeng sighed imperceptibly. The words that had been lingering in his heart for a long time finally sank, as if they had never surfaced before.

There was no need to say anything anymore. He thought as he moved his eyes back to the window of the cabin and stared quietly at the vast land below.

At this time, the plane had already flown over Japan's territory and was flying over the vast Siberian plains of Russia. There were lights underneath that seemed dim from the plane. On the dark land, there was a quiet and deep beauty.

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Moscow, St. Petersburg, Yekaterinburg...

Like counting the stars, he silently recited the names of cities that had stayed in his memory for a long time but had never been seen before.

So beautiful.

The traveler who embarked on the journey for the first time blinked his orange-gold eyes, dispelling the temporary sadness before, and laughed softly like a child.

"Good night, Russia."

He tightened the travel blanket wrapped around him and closed his eyes.
Chapter completed!