Even though they have gradually become accustomed to this world during more than ten years of travel, Kitahara and Kaede sometimes feel an unnatural sense of trance when they raise their eyes.

——For example, now.

Fyodor was sipping coffee while typing on his laptop calmly; Sigma was yawning and reading a book about monster chronicles; Gogol was holding a plate of cake and standing on tiptoes with interest.

Animatingly teasing the fox hiding on the bookshelf.

The cold air of early spring lingered on the eyelashes, making the traveler blink his eyes slightly and laugh.

A sense of déjà vu in which three-fifths of the gods and humans in the original work have declined.

But although the people are still the same, their stories are completely different.

He glanced at the people in the room with soft eyes under the light, and then continued to kneel down by the coffee table. He bent over and rolled up the cuff of his kimono with one hand, lifted the purple clay teapot and refilled the tea cup in front of him, with a light flick of his wrist.

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There is a technique in tea art called Phoenix Three Nods, which is specially designed to entertain guests - the sound of water is high and low, the water flow is orderly, and the water line is high and low, just like bowing in greeting.

Kitahara and Kaede put down the teapot and looked up at the window in front. Two dots of silver fell into the orange-gold eyes, which clearly reflected the appearance of the bright moon, as if they were looking at their long-gone hometown through a similar moon.

Do you miss me? That's for sure.

But there seems to be nothing wrong with living in this world. In fact, I have already begun to feel reluctant to leave this world, the countries I have passed along the way, and the friends I have met on the road.

Kitahara Kaede is indeed a bit greedy, but he is also a person who is easily satisfied and easily content with the status quo.

The curtains painted with cherry blossoms have been rolled up, and the hanging Sunny Sky Doll is swaying in the slight evening breeze. The shadows of pear blossom branches outside the window are like falling snow that has not yet melted.

There is no heavy coldness anymore, only a touch of moist desolation remains. There is also the sound of a flute coming from the distance, ethereal and melancholy, like the flying snow in March.

In the room, Gogol finally found an opportunity. Without using his powers, he hugged the big white fox in his arms. He laughed and rubbed it for a long time. The fox was so scared that he screamed and suddenly turned into

It looked very big at first.

So the two guys were playing around in a childish way, and after a furious chase, a certain fox was tripped by Fyodor's computer cable and buried Sigma under his belly.

"Wow, I didn't mean it! Is my record of never killing anyone about to be broken? Sigma, Sigma?"

The big fox was so frightened that he patted the opponent's face with his paw, and even tried to lick Sigma a few times - animals always seem to have the habit of trying to wake up their companions through licking.

"Ahem, it's okay, it's very light, like a cloud."

In fact, Sigma, who was not harmed, was buried in the opponent's thick hair. He couldn't help but sneeze a few times. He tried his best to stick out his head and blocked the opponent's tongue with his hand.

Gogol looked at the side curiously, and then he rushed forward, his cheek buried in the big fluffy fox, and he hugged the fox in front of him with all his strength, accompanied by a light and cheerful sound like a bird.

:

"Nicolai also caught Mr. Fox! Let's play together-"

Fyodor's eyes moved slightly, and he reached out and pulled the computer cable that tripped the fox.

Then he pulled down his document and continued to carefully simplify the bloated code that looked as scary as a hippopotamus monster. At the same time, he corrected a few bugs that may have appeared. After changing a few lines, he took a sip of coffee that lacked the vodka element.

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"Where do Mr. Kitahara plan to go tomorrow?"

Amid the commotion in the background, Fyodor slowly typed a line of code, and his voice sounded unhurriedly: "If I'm here, at least the people monitoring and monitoring you don't need to worry. I will help handle it.

"

"There's nothing shameful about traveling... I don't even need to use the word deal with it."

Beiyuan and Feng were a little helpless and felt a little funny, so they couldn't help but press their foreheads and turned their faces to look at him. They didn't know what they thought of, but there was a gentle smile in their voices:

"How about going to Yokohama?"

"Yokohama?"

Fyodor's wine-red eyes did not show any violent mood swings, but just showed a calm smile as if he had expected it.

"The Ferris wheel there is very beautiful. But if you want to see your friends, it's best to contact them first. Leibo Street is still a bit messy."

"The Yokohama government does not have the power to overly participate in the concession affairs. Don't countries like Britain and France want to deal with it?"

Kitahara and Kaede took a look at Fyodor's coffee, and after confirming that there were no suspicious ingredients mixed in it, they asked each other curiously.

He knew that Fyodor and Goethe had applied to open a branch in Yokohama a long time ago. He had also been the technical director of this branch for a long time, so he must be very familiar with these things.

"Urban villages are originally almost unsolvable problems for various countries. What's more, the cause of the formation of Leibo Street, the topography, the ecological situation in Yokohama, and Yokohama's dominant situation... are all more complicated than ordinary urban villages.

.If nothing else, after Leibo Street disappears, the criminals there will become more difficult to control."

Fyodor took a sip of coffee and said in a calm tone: "No government will thanklessly try to solve this problem at a high cost without actual benefits or even harm. As for individual businesses,

…Not to mention whether the initial working capital of several hundred million can be used, capital is more profit-seeking than the government.*”

Kitahara and Kaede, who had also seen and heard a lot of related content like Fitzgerald, also nodded, and then sighed:

Although he has money, most of it consists of shares and other things that cannot be easily sold. They are not funds that can be withdrawn at will, so there is not much that can be done about this situation.

If he could, he still wanted to help. But even if he was willing to give money, the concession government agreed in the name of his transcendent friend, and the Japanese government probably wouldn't be too happy either - no

Does that make them look particularly useless?

On the other side, the big fox had already been grabbed by the tail by Gogol, and he didn't dare to run away. He could only bark in an aggrieved and flattering manner. In the end, Sigma couldn't stand it any longer, and treated this fox that hadn't even learned how to hurt people.

The fox grabbed it in his arms.

"Don't you foxes know magic? Why don't you use it? It's not hurtful."

Sigma looked at Gogol warily, and educated the big fox who was lying limply on the floor like a piece of melted candle.

"My mother has taught me since Chi You's generation not to use illusions on perverts, it will be very scary!"

The big white fox trembled, probably thinking of some terrible memories, and suddenly buried his head in Sigma's arms, and shouted aggrievedly:

"And his superpower is so scary! As long as you are within thirty meters of him, this superpower can be used as an instant death!"

Sigma, whose own abilities were not scary at all, and could even be said to have no offensive power, fell into silence. His eyes met the smiling silver-haired clown, and finally he raised his head forcefully.

Although he was a little scared, his light gray eyes still had an unconvincing and determined light. But this only made Gogol tilt his head curiously, looking even more interested.

"Nikolai." Fyodor glanced at his coffee, which had rarely been replaced with another drink today, and called his best friend's name, "Stop making trouble."

As if knowing that this sentence was not enough to make the other party stop his "catching cats and teasing dogs" behavior, he added: "If you can let this room go down, I don't mind agreeing to Mr. Kitahara to tell you a secret."

"Eh? Well—that's annoying, Fei Jia."

Gogol puffed up his face, narrowed his golden eyes slightly, and said in a long voice.

His expression suddenly became depressed, as if his good mood had been disturbed, but in the end he waved his hand and returned to his playful look: "Then I will take them out to play! I won't disturb you anyway.

You and Beiyuan!"

White Fox: "..."

The domineering white fox among the monsters let out a cry and was buried in Sigma's arms.

it appears

I really want monsters to help me attract firepower, such as the tengu that always likes to slander it for not having a big tail, or the very annoying kappa.

Goodbye Japan, today it will return to its hometown on a whale!

But obviously, its resistance was of little use. After Sigma rubbed the opponent's ears vigorously a few times, he took the initiative to pull the large group of foxes out of the door.

Rather than being thrown out with supernatural powers, he really preferred walking out on his own.

Before going out, he looked back at Beihara and Feng with some worry: he really wasn't worried about Beihara and Feng being with such dangerous people.

The traveler smiled helplessly at him, saying that he was fine, and then his eyes fell on Fyodor.

The door has been closed by Gogol, who was the last to leave.

"I investigated him before." Feodor simply explained the conclusion he was about to say, and then looked at Kitahara and Kaede with burgundy eyes, "He comes from the book?"

"I have never been exposed to books." Kitahara and Feng said seriously without falling for the trick.

Feodor thought for a few seconds, then took out a page from his arms and showed it to Beihara and Feng, with a smile appearing in his eyes:

"I have been contacted by Mr. Kitahara now, can you answer me?"

Beihara and Feng opened their eyes in surprise, and their eyes stayed on that page.

Wait, is Japan's protection of books so useless? He clearly remembered that Fyodor had not yet come into contact with "books" at this time, and was still targeting Atsushi Nakajima as a guide.

Or should I say...

"You used the power of monsters?"

He asked subconsciously, then tapped his forehead helplessly with his fingers, and couldn't help but laugh: "Okay, it makes sense. After all, it's you."

"Thank you for the compliment." Fyodor said politely, but with a clear smile on his face, "Sigma is indeed the product of books, right?"

"I have had this suspicion." Kitahara and Feng still did not respond directly, and their eyes did not stay on the legendary "wishing machine" for a long time, and they quickly moved away.

"You don't seem interested in it," Fyodor said with a smile.

"Because I have heard all kinds of stories, often the things that come true require people to pay a greater price."

The traveler exhaled and looked at him helplessly, not paying attention to the other party's temptation: "If your ideal is not so lofty, you will definitely not be interested in it."

The two people looked at each other and reached a strange tacit understanding on this issue, so the page was buried under the laptop without any attention.

Kitahara and Kaede continued to look up at the moon, while Fyodor looked back and continued typing his own code.

While knocking, he spoke to Kitahara and Kaede about the current situation in Yokohama in a relaxed, even cheerful tone:

"Speaking of which, isn't Mr. Kitahara interested in the current situation of his French friend?"

"Verlaine is living a good life." The traveler said that he was somewhat familiar with his friend's current situation. "He and Rimbaud are probably living in Leibo Street now. There is nothing in Japan that can threaten their existence."
To be continued...