Reasoning, and then being blasted by the neighboring idol

"How did we get into the painting?" The young lady leaned on Miura Gensuke's shoulder. "Also, how did Mr. Takagi pull millions of people into the painting?"

“How is it possible to have such a large canvas?”

Miura Gensuke also didn't figure this out.

Based on the experience of Xiaoyao's personality disintegration incident last time, they walked directly into the painting.

In other words, you must have a painting before you can enter.

But the way these one million people get to the Sumida River is completely different. Although most of them take the subway, some also drive or walk.

How is it possible to pass through the same frame?

"Could it be that Mr. Takagi drew a picture..." Asano Mio looked at the Tokyo Skytree in the distance. "If you draw a panoramic picture from a high place, you can include most of the scenery of the Sumida River in the picture."

"Genjie, you said that Takagi-sensei can talk to people in paintings, right? Like the Mona Lisa."

"Perhaps, we are not real people at all, but just people in Mr. Takagi's paintings."

"That's why she doesn't care."

Xiao Mio's conclusion sent chills down the spines of everyone present.

"You mean, the real us are still participating in the fireworks festival..." Saya hugged Miura Gensuke tightly in disbelief: "We are just copies..."

"But……"

"Everyone, don't worry." Miura Gensuke took out his phone: "For things like this, just check with Fufu."

"If we can contact Fufu, it means we were pulled into the painting and that Takagi-sensei's abilities have grown stronger."

"If we can't get in touch, it means we are really the people in the painting."

After all, Fu Fu is already from outside the area.

Not included in the painting.

[Miura Gensuke: Fufu, what are you doing? ]

After waiting for half a minute, there was still no reply...

"No, I was wrong just now. This doesn't mean we are replicas." Miura Gensuke walked straight towards the Tokyo Skytree.

"No matter what, the scope of the painting is limited. Since Fufu is outside the painting, of course we can't contact her."

"The most urgent thing now is to find Mr. Takagi."

"Mio is right, Takagi-sensei is definitely on top right now."

“That’s how you can find the best angle.”

"And she'll definitely be on the Skytree."

“It’s a landmark building, and it has the best view.”

"As for the issue of replicas, there's no need to worry about it."

"Teacher Takagi probably can't copy me. After all, I'm the only one here who hasn't faded, which means I'm still largely immune to her abilities."

"That is to say, we are all real."

Although Mizumiya Shizuku was still completely bewildered, she could vaguely understand some of the meaning: "That teacher, is he really going to use the lives of so many people to paint a picture? This is too crazy..."

"Lord Water God will definitely not be happy!"

"You're right... Mr. Takagi is already blaspheming..." Tsukimiya Sakurano looked at Hoshizaki Sayo: "Miss, can you help us find a car?"

"It would take too long to cross the bridge from here to the Tokyo Skytree. The flood might have already started by then."

"Car? But I can't contact the maid now..." Hoshizaki Sayo, in trouble, suddenly snapped her fingers: "Yacht! Oh, my yacht is parked in the river!"

After boarding Saya's yacht from the nearby small pier, everyone looked at each other in surprise.

The awkward silence made Miura Gensuke sweat on his forehead: "Doesn't everyone know how to drive?"

"Let me try..." Tsukimiya Sakurano, the only one with a driver's license, had to step forward: "It should be similar to driving..."

After struggling in the cockpit for half a minute, the yacht suddenly rushed to the other side.

"Ah--" The frightened Haruka Yukawa was held in the arms of Gensuke Miura.

"Sister, don't drive so fast. It's too dangerous..."

"I didn't want to...Ah! Gensuke! It's about to hit the other side!"

As everyone crouched and defended, Sayo's white yacht successfully landed on the lawn on the bank of the Sumida River.

It scared a couple who were still eating.

"Okay... let's go to the Tokyo Skytree..." After checking everyone's condition, Miura Gensuke started running.

No matter what, we must stop Mr. Takagi's crazy behavior.

If there were a real flood, the tourists crowded in the subway station would probably be drowned...

Chapter 244: The Witch's Dream

In the black and white world, the Tokyo Skytree stands there quietly like a sharp gray tombstone.

After Gensuke Miura ran as fast as he could to the foot of the Tokyo Skytree, he found that there were still many tourists gathered near the Tokyo Skytree.

But there's no point in reminding them to run to the tower now.

After all, it’s hard to explain it clearly in a short time, and others will just feel confused.

After entering the Tokyo Skytree, Gensuke Miura walked through the bustling shopping mall and took the high-speed elevator directly to the Tembo Corridor.

This is the highest point that tourists can reach, a sightseeing area 450 meters above the ground.

He had worked here before, and had also accompanied his young lady here a few times, so he was very familiar with the structure of the Tokyo Skytree.

"Ding."

After exiting the elevator, Miura Gensuke stepped onto the glass tubular sloping corridor.

From here you can overlook the entire Kanto Plain.

But it was night time, and all that could be seen were the black and white city lights.

Moreover, it is only a part of Tokyo.

After all, this world is in a painting, so of course it has a scope and is not a complete world.

There is no horizon in sight.

"Miura-san."

Just as Miura Gensuke was thinking and looking for Teacher Takagi, Teacher Takagi greeted him with a happy face.

The other person was sitting in the corridor, with a supported drawing board in front of him and a very eye-catching paintbrush in his hand.

In Miura Gensuke's eyes, only she and the paint have colors.

However, Mr. Takagi had no intention of avoiding him at all.

Are you very confident in yourself?

After all, this is the world in the painting, her home.

"Teacher Takagi..." Asano Mio and others also caught up.

"You don't really want to use so many people's lives to paint, do you..." Hoshizaki Sayo still found it a little unbelievable.

After all, Teacher Takagi was not a bad person before, and everyone's impression of her is still that of an art teacher.

Then again, based on history, people who study art are indeed dangerous...

Miura Gensuke didn't ask the reason first, but paused time and pounced on him.

As long as we can control Teacher Takagi first, everything will be easy.

But after the pause, Teacher Takagi was still able to move. He just blinked and let him hug him.

"Gensuke..."

"elder brother……"

The girls were staring at him with strange looks again.

"Hey, don't think so crookedly at this time." Miura Gensuke was in a dilemma.

By the way, Mr. Takagi has no intention of resisting at all...

Wouldn't it be rude to punch her?

"Teacher Takagi, we should..." Miura Gensuke was about to have a good talk with her when an object that was difficult to appear in the real world appeared in his sight.

It's a huge wave of more than ten meters...

Countless huge waves were born from the edge of the world, sweeping over the streets on both sides of the Sumida River.

They were several hundred meters in the air and could not hear any sound at all.

This silent flood turned the world into a vast ocean in an instant, and humans became like ants whose caves were flooded, becoming tiny black dots floating up and down in the water.

It seems the audience can only watch this sad black and white silent drama.

Mizumiya Shizuku waved her folding fan with a pale face and prayed to the water god.

But nothing happened.

Teacher Takagi simply disappeared.

"The real Mr. Takagi is still in the real world..."

Miura Gensuke figured it out.

The key is how to return to the real world.

In the painting, they are like two-dimensional creatures, and no matter what they do, they can't defeat three-dimensional creatures.

"I was wondering..." Miura Gensuke looked at the flood ravaging Tokyo, "Could it be that these are the only people who are replicas of the paintings?"

"We are the only ones who are truly human."

After all, a few months ago, Mr. Takagi's ability was far less than it is now.