Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"Is that right?"

"Is that what I lost?"

“No, you haven’t lost…”

"I lost!!" George was enraged. He pulled out a table knife from somewhere and stabbed it into his palm.

Nothing happened.

It doesn't hurt, my palms feel like they are filled with cotton.

"I don't have those things you said!! You are deceiving me - you also think I am crazy, you are coaxing me like a child from an orphanage, right?!"

However, Carol was no longer able to appease his angry master.

It was spraying everywhere, and he had to see a doctor immediately.

"Carol, where are you going?!"

The butler rushed out of the house, leaving George Romey's roar behind him.

"Where are you going?!"

“Nothing happened!!”

"answer me!!"

Quiet.

A mess? No.

It just happens every day, over and over again.

George drew out the knife cruelly and put it in front of his eyes.

The bright silver light reflected his thin face.

There is nothing on it.

There was no 'red liquid' as Carol had mentioned, nor was there any 'red or pink solid' as the other servants had mentioned before, nor was there anything soft or warm.

Nothing at all.

Even when he ordered his servants to cut themselves, there was still nothing.

——They themselves don’t have it!!

——But still pretending to be in pain!!

——Everyone is deceiving themselves!

Hypothesis!

Assuming that they are different, their bodies should always show what they are sure of, right?

But they didn't.

fraud.

It's not that I'm crazy.

It was the man in the sunglasses, it was him, he set the trap.

Haha! You want him to question himself and go crazy?!

How can it be!

The doctors and servants who came hurriedly cleared away the papers, fallen chairs and decorations on the ground and picked up George's hand.

"There's nothing there."

The nonchalant words finally angered Carol.

"What on earth do you want to do? Sir? I do serve you, but that doesn't mean I have to play this suicide game with you every day!!"

The housekeeper said seriously and angrily: "If you are really ill, you should treat it instead of hurting yourself! Didn't you also say that the deceased Miss Mary once brought you hope of life - you felt the fragrance of hope in her. Isn't it? I also hope that you will not give up."

In the end, the words softened.

However, this reminded George of something.

Mary…

Some of the things he lost might be "treated" by another method that has not been tried yet, but can be considered tried.

The man looked up.

"I want to host a cocktail party."

The housekeeper said sternly: “You don’t do this every weekend.”

"No, no, no, this time," George Romey showed his scarlet gums, "this time, we have to do something different."

To cure my disease.

And awaken…

Things I lost.

Chapter 55 Lucky Day

The dark green bridge and the light green swaying woods.

The white dress and black hair in the sunlight are bright and dazzling, catching people's sight.

The ballad she sang lingered in her ears. The lively and beautiful girl made people feel that "the world is so beautiful" -

Looking down, I saw dust stuck to the tips of my old leather shoes; my greasy scalp and the collar of my shirt that hadn't been washed for several days emitted an unpleasant odor; my computer bag was wrinkled and full of scratches, and inside it was an endless amount of work.

The middle-aged office worker smiled and sighed as he passed the girl.

Humans walk on the same land, but lead completely different lives. For some people, sunlight is warm and lazy, while for others, it is just an alarm clock to go home and a short respite.

'Would you like a cup of mint tea?'

"Hualala..."

The little rabbit chain swung back and forth, infecting the passing creatures. The morning pigeons landed in a row on the telephone poles, their wings tightly wrapped, looking down, their eyes as big as black beans blinking, curious that there were creatures happier than them;

The high-top canvas shoes climbed over the stone railing, and the left foot landed on the grass slope first, with the pink laces tied in a bow; the right foot landed shortly after, with a beige and milky-striped lace crookedly intertwined, with two small wisps sticking out.

Pink and yellow alternated, sliding down the slope. The sound of the stream under the bridge bypassed the girl's exclamation and laughter.

"Da La Da La..."

The stone pier that crashed into the river was covered with moss, and a long-handled black umbrella left by someone was leaning against the green. There were no goldfish in the river, and the rotten broad leaves rolled up and down as they left.

Mori Yuesha's face appeared in the water.

'Who is this beautiful girl?'

The reflection in the stream did not answer, but blinked in the direction of the voice.

'Is it me?'

"You have good taste."

The innocent little hands scooped up a handful, the water rippled, and the reflection disappeared.

"where?"

The sound came out of the receiver with a little distortion.

"Looking at Meimei."

"…What?"

"A very beautiful girl."

"I think the same thing when I look in the mirror. Mori Tsukisa, tell me where you are. Didn't we make an appointment?"

The girl dug her index finger into the sand and said, "Oh, I'm at the place with the black umbrella."

Pull your hands out of the sand.

Pointing at the black umbrella.

"It's right here, you know?"

"..."

"I'll wait for you, senpai."

"I'll give you one more chance to organize your words."

"that."

"It seems that Sa-chan doesn't want to eat at the restaurant I made a reservation at."

"Under the arch bridge near your house."

Feeding and asking for directions is very effective.

"Don't leave. Wait for me."

Mori Yuesha nodded and hung up the phone.

I stood up, calculated the distance, lifted my legs, and stepped on palm-sized stones to cross the narrow stream.

Came to the black umbrella.

'Who landed here?'

The girl wiped her index finger on the umbrella cloth and jumped up the low river bank.

"Where should I wait for Senior?"

The lovely girl always attracts attention, especially in places with few people. Seeing her wandering around, several women passing by came up to her and asked if she needed help.

The young boy wearing loose vintage cloth came up to chat with her, but ended up getting a pure gaze from the disabled lady.

"Are you waiting for someone?"

The boy was wearing a knitted hat, with a few strands of dyed brown curly hair showing in front of his forehead.

The girl looked up curiously.

'Aba Aba?'

No sound could be made, only gestures could be made.

The boy’s face turned red instantly, full of apology: ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry…you, you, you here…’ He pointed to his neck and the girl nodded.

'Ah.'

"I'm so sorry..." The boy in the knitted hat even bowed to her: "I didn't know you were inconvenienced... Do you need help?"

The girl shook her head.

"Sorry to bother you..."

run away.

Then the lady who was rubbing her waist and watering the flowers looked at her more and more strangely.

She was clearly listening to the girl humming a song to herself just now.

The sunlight entered the streets very quickly.

The smooth road surface began to heat up.

The long cane tapped the ground with a clattering sound.

The girl found another fun target.

"need any help?"

She took a few steps back and walked side by side with the old man who was groping forward.

The old man was about 60 years old, with messy white hair curling in all directions. With his eyes closed, he flexibly moved the black cane in his hand forward.

This is a blind man.