"So there are so many people to tutor, can you really finish it in one afternoon?"

"Hmm...probably not?"

"..."

Kitahara Kaede, who was a teacher in his previous life, was silent for a while, then took out his mobile phone and dialed an empty number skillfully: "Hello? Is this Tolstoy? Let me tell you an interesting story. I have something to do with Mr. Turgenev.

The kind of relationship."

"Kitahara and Kaede! Wait, no, no, no, no! I'll go now, don't tell Tolstoy!"

"Here's the thing, Turgenev picked it up before... wow, he ran so fast."

Beitahara and Kaede looked at the figure in front of them that disappeared faster than a rabbit, blinked their eyes, and let out a sincere sigh.

"Speaking of which, it's really not easy to get rid of this guy. Well, I should really thank Tolstoy."

The traveler touched his chin thoughtfully, then put away his painting tools and looked towards the distance of this street.

At the end of the field of vision that humans can reach, there is a crimson glow that dyes almost half of the sky the color of sunset.

It was an extremely vast battlefield that was almost comparable to Tolstoy's when his powers were fully activated.

Kitahara Kaede smiled helplessly: He knew that whenever he opened this perspective, no matter how many times, he would always encounter some trouble...

"That should be the place that Fyodor and Turgenev were talking about. Tsk, I feel like that guy would be very angry if he knew that I deliberately pushed him away and ran in."

But there is no way. In such a large area, the number of people involved must not be very small. If you just watch...

The traveler from another world closed his eyes slightly, smiled and said to himself:

"And it's just better not to go, isn't it?"

It should be said that they are worthy of being the script team of the future. They are really very calculating in this regard.

Kitahara and Kaede thought about what Fyodor said casually on the sofa, and couldn't help but shook their heads in amusement;

"Isn't it just asking if you have coffee mixed with vodka? Even this kind of diversionary method is used...wait a minute."

So you really mixed your coffee with vodka last night?

The belated traveler's eyes twitched, he pressed his fingers on his temples, and thought about a question seriously:

Does this guy not know what healthy eating is as long as he is not sent to prison?

Sure enough, it would be better to send it to Meursault as soon as possible jpg

After writing down something in his little notebook expressionlessly, Kitahara and Kaede finally arrived at their destination:

The ruins and scars left by the war on this bustling city, the last resting place for the homeless, the broken crown that fell from the clouds... Of course, it has a name that is easier to understand.

ghetto.

Beiyuan and Feng walked into the streets that still had a bit of a stench, and then looked at the old bungalows and crooked and dangerous buildings around them, and frowned slightly.

It's not because of the bad smell, but it's just that it's too quiet here, too quiet.

Not to mention the noisy human voices, there was not even a trace of anyone on this street, only a pile of worn-out garbage placed haphazardly, which was rare and was not looted by anyone.

"This is troublesome." Beihara and Feng knelt down, took a look at the things in the garbage, and sighed softly.

There are metal products here... In other words, these things have definitely not been looted by people in the slums. Compared with "the people who live here suddenly changed their gender", it is obviously still "no one can touch these things." The guess is relatively reliable.

If there is anything that is more comforting, it is probably that there are no traces of fresh blood here.

But the vague smell of blood still seeped out from the bones of this silent building complex like tarsal maggots. Mixed with the pungent smell of garbage, it penetrated bit by bit into the limbs and bones of those who came in.

It is a smell that makes all "civilized people" feel disgusted. It represents the dark sides that have been carefully hidden during the evolution of human beings: barbarism, violence, survival of the fittest, and the law of the jungle.

The traveler's eyes paused for a moment on the splattered dark brown and various random graffiti on the old walls, and then continued walking forward.

Although he doesn't have a good impression of this place, if it's just this level, it's not intolerable.

After all, the scariest thing about this kind of place is the people. In this situation where no one can even be seen, the feeling is just a little depressing and boring.

With the help of his special vision, he could clearly see that this area was shrouded in supernatural powers.

Although these red rays of light cover a huge area, their own brilliance is diluted into a light pink, which looks like they are powerless. Only in certain places, these rays of light appear particularly rich and bright. The color is like dripping blood.

“Are most of the rich colors in the house?”

Beihara and Feng looked at the distribution position of the light, and tapped their foreheads with some distress: "Hmm... this ability shouldn't be aimed at people. The concentration is higher where there are people, and it only spreads a little bit where there are no people. afterglow?"

But if it's against people, why is nothing wrong with me?

The traveler frowned in confusion, a little regretful that he didn't bring a mirror with him, otherwise he should have been able to know what the red concentration around him looked like.

"No matter what, keep walking. There should be some traces on the street. If everyone disappeared, St. Petersburg would take this matter more seriously, and I wouldn't be able to sneak in so easily."

Kitahara and Kaede took a deep breath, looked at this dilapidated and withered neighborhood, like a dead city, and continued to search for possible human beings.

"So most people should be fine, is it just a troublesome 'abnormality'? But putting it that way, it feels like something is not quite right."

But with other explanations, it seems impossible to justify it, unless...

Beihara and Feng paused slightly, and another possibility suddenly came to mind.

The traveler took a deep breath, and then turned off his perspective from a higher dimension.

The desolation surrounded by light red light gradually disappeared, replaced by a lively and warm scene.

Although dilapidated, the old building is decorated with green plants and various kinds of fine wild flowers; the girl selling flowers rides a bicycle and drives slowly past the street; the traces of cross-flowing sewage have disappeared, replaced by clean streets; the originally casual

The shacks turned into small shops that were dilapidated but still had a sense of life...

Human voices resounded in this land, and even the faint smell of blood turned into the fragrance of flowers.

"Is it an illusion?" Kitahara Kaede murmured in a low voice, with a subtle look in his eyes, "No wonder St. Petersburg hasn't paid much attention to this matter until now. But the content of this illusion..."

Doesn’t it look too loving?

If he just looked at this illusion, he would even think that the mastermind behind the scenes is still a little girl who has not grown up - her mind is full of flowers and plants and the sun is shining brightly, and the people in her eyes are all kind-hearted and worthy of love.

Look.

But if you look at the deserted streets behind the illusion...

Beihara and Feng pursed their lips, opened their eyes again, and then continued to walk forward.

Although these rich red areas are distributed extremely unevenly, generally speaking, there are more of them toward the front.

When there was really no other way, he could only continue walking there and try his luck - of course, his luck was usually not that bad.

Well, meeting a person with superpowers is actually not bad luck. After all, there is only one g difference between lucky e and lucky ex.

Kitahara and Kaede, who were joking to themselves, turned back and counted the number of people with powers they had met, and then suddenly had the urge to download a card drawing game.

He always felt that if he continued like this, even ten pieces of hardware might not be a dream - he had met very few transcendents in the world, and he felt that he could still rely on luck to become a glorious gambling dog.

While thinking about this, the traveler followed the guidance of these crimson lights and turned into a small alley that looked quite inconspicuous.

As soon as I turned the corner, my face was almost covered in these intense bright reds.

"hiss."

The traveler subconsciously squinted his eyes. Even though he had gradually become accustomed to seeing everything with a reddish perspective, it was the first time he faced such a strong blood-red face, and he still felt somewhat uncomfortable.

"It's like having blood splashed all over your face."

After making this comment and wiping their faces, Kitahara and Kaede bent down and carefully looked at the dozen red objects lying on the ground in front of them.

Or to be more precise, a cocoon, just the right size to fit inside a human cocoon.

Countless translucent red threads are entangled with each other to form huge cocoons one after another, tightly wrapping the people on the ground in them, emitting a rich bright red light.

The traveler squinted his eyes and looked through the translucent red threads that made up the cocoon at the figure he had never been able to find before.

There were no missing arms or legs, and no one died unfortunately, they were just all unconscious.

Kitahara and Kaede, who were very experienced, judged their current status almost instantly. While they breathed a sigh of relief, they couldn't help showing a headache expression.

"Hopefully it's just a slumber, not a loss of consciousness."

To be honest, being a vegetative person for the rest of your life may not be any better than death.

The traveler stretched out his hand tentatively and found that his fingers passed through the translucent cocoon without any hindrance, only causing slight fluctuations on the surface of the red cocoon.

Sure enough, just like the supernatural light group we saw before, there is no way to touch it from the real level.

Kitahara and Kaede, who found that their idea was feasible, touched the wrist of the person in the cocoon and quietly felt the beating of the other person's pulse:

"Well... it's very slow and can barely maintain a normal metabolism. It doesn't seem to be a big problem, but it's better to get out of the current situation quickly."

He looked at the people sleeping in the cocoons: there was no pain or sadness on their faces, just an eerie peace and tranquility.

It was as if I was dreaming a most beautiful dream in a cocoon.

"Cocoon... If this is a superpower, then what is the illusion outside? It can't be that two superpowers are involved together. Or, this is actually an effect that can be achieved by a superpower.

?”

Beiyuan and Feng touched their chins, with doubtful looks in their eyes: "If it's a cocoon...the cocoon room, the person in the trap...could it be him? But that person shouldn't be able to do such a thing, or should I say

In this world, even this is reversed?”
To be continued...