Clow is perfect

When Jing woke up, he couldn't understand the current situation for a long time, or he didn't explore those things, but was blocked by one thing——

Why is he here?

This is a place that is incompatible with the bustling streets and cities. The houses made of simple wooden boards, the plastic roofs of discarded containers, and the scattered piles of waste wood, tires and garbage bags make it dilapidated and poor at a glance.The paper floating on the ground and some rusty metal objects clearly indicated that this place was not technologically backward, but simply a place of poverty and hardship.

The alley where the mirror is located seems to be in a low-lying place, and when you look up, you can see other houses scattered from high to low and tall dilapidated steeples in the distance.If you can look down from a higher place, you can find that these buildings are actually built around a huge round pit.The shape of this circular crater is almost as if something powerful has exploded in the center.

But these are not the focus of the mirror.

Even if he huddled in the dark alley, heard the fighting, swearing, screaming and roaring from outside, and saw many people in pale and worn clothes walking through with wine bottles or garbage bags, he had no intention of doing it at all. The idea of ​​something, to be curious, remained motionless in place.

Because of the current situation, it's really weird, isn't it?

"I" actually appeared here.

He could hear voices, feel a slight wind passing by, smell the bloody smell in the air, and even the growling stomach reminded him of hunger...

This is really weird.Mirror ignored the discomfort in his body, and clutched his little mirror tightly in a daze.

It was almost as if he had turned into a human.

But this is impossible, he is not a human being, he should be a magical creation, created by 【】, the embodiment of the image of "mirror", and has had many masters, the last master is named Kinomoto Sakura.

... who created him?

Jing regained consciousness from her only memories, but fell into even greater confusion.

That is obviously a very important person, how could he forget?Why can't I remember?

And... Jing closed his eyes, felt the magic power in the air and the magic circle that might exist, and confirmed one thing again - there is no one who summoned him here, and the magic power is very scarce. came here?

There are too many things I don't understand, but not much information I can know, which makes the originally inhuman mirror confused for a while, whether to ignore everything as before, or to get some possible answers.

During the long time as a magical creation, he never had to think so much, after all, at that time, he was just a tool to complete the master's task.

But speaking of it, why is the world black and white?

Seeing a passing cat, Jing tilted his head slightly. Such doubts flashed in his heart for a moment, but he didn't delve into it, and immediately fell into the philosophical question of "Who am I? Why am I here? What happened?" middle.

But the cat seemed to be a little interested in the mirror with a calm face and a black cloak. It stared at him for a while, as if confirming that he was not a dangerous person, it walked slowly and approached, lightly and silently jumping. He arrived on the trash can beside him, sat down quietly, and looked at him as if someone was watching him.

The mirror being looked at is unresponsive, seemingly oblivious to it.

"Meow." The cat made a sound, wagging its tail slightly, and slapped the garbage cover under its feet slightly, as if to attract attention.

Mirror continued to ignore it, protecting the small mirror in his arms a little more safely.

This is not an ordinary mirror, but a mirror as important as his half body. Even if he doesn't understand the situation now, it still needs to be protected.

The cat was not angry when he saw that he was going to ignore the situation to the end, but just stared at him again, then turned and left slowly.Jumping off the trash can is as agile as jumping up.

Mirror, who didn't care about the cat, continued to think.He had been in this corner for a day or two, and almost no one would come. The cat was the first creature that approached here actively.Maybe it has something to do with the battles that happen here all the time, people seem to seldom go to such dark and dangerous places.

Jing felt that he had finally returned to his familiar environment, and when he could stay alone quietly, he heard gradually clear footsteps and the following young voice.

The voice was a bit soft, but it was pleasant to hear, complaining unhappily: "Why did you come to this kind of place? Mr. Sen is really good at torturing people." Contrary to this tone, his footsteps kept coming, no? It feels very rhythmic, weak for a while and strong for a while, like walking around.

There seemed to be another person behind that person, following steadily without making a sound.The person in the lead didn't seem to care too much about whether anyone would answer, or walked intermittently.

I don't know what that person was thinking, but he intruded in a place where others rarely set foot, and soon walked into the alley where the mirror was, showing his figure carelessly.

Jing didn't look up, just stared at the corner of his robe quietly, and was about to carry the ignorance to the end.

The guy who came in didn't seem to be interested in him either. He glanced at him casually and left after making sure that he didn't have any clues he wanted. He didn't care about the situation of that sneaky man in a black robe.

Ah, gone.Jing returned to his own world on his own, maintaining a posture of bowing his head in contemplation, a few strands of light green hair leaking from the cloak slipped down, and the eyes of the same color hidden in the shadows were empty and lifeless, with an inhuman expression. Sophistication.

This silence didn't last long, and when he recovered from his thoughts, he saw a huge purple light group appearing in the central area and bursting towards the surroundings.Even in the farther border area, the strong wind swept away the rubble and other debris.

Unfortunately, the place where the mirror was located was a little closer to the center of the explosion. The frightening force violently tore down the fragile walls and lifted the weak roof, and the huge sound seemed to explode in my ears.

"Crack", the shattering sound of some glass almost made him instinctively run out of the collapsed alley with his small mirror in his arms, heading towards a safer place.

His little mirror must not be broken!

After running for a while, the mirror nestled in a remote place waited for a while before everything subsided.He didn't really care about what happened, he just raised his head and noticed that at some point, those people around him who had never seen him looked at him strangely, and some even had weapons in their hands.

He has never carefully studied human emotions, and he doesn't understand anything other than being puzzled by such obvious malice and greed.

What does it mean?

The cloak was blown off by the wind, revealing a delicate appearance, and the mirror was a little dazed.

As the first mission to join Port Mafia, Osamu Dazai took Hirotsu Ryuunami to investigate whether the former leader of PortMafia was really resurrected on Leibo Street. Unexpectedly, he found the "former leader" and met the famous The leader of the organization sheep - Central Plains Chuya.

The matter so far is not too difficult to solve, the only accident is that the hurricane created by the previous leader blows all three of them out.

Osamu Dazai, who was kicked by Chuya Nakahara before being blown away, was not in a hurry, he sat on the spot and waited for the other PortMafia members he arranged around to deal with the follow-up tasks.On the other hand, the movement of the wound on his body is really painful. Even if he is keen on suicide, he hates pain.

Ah, the "predecessor" appeared so soon, just when he was conducting his investigation and reaching his conclusion.It was as if to prove that this matter did exist, and that the previous generation was indeed resurrected. It directly conveyed this point. It would be far-fetched to say it was a coincidence...

To be able to find his whereabouts so accurately, is he monitoring their every move, or has the news leaked out?

In order to distract his attention from the pain on his body, the black-haired boy with one eye covered by a bandage began to think quickly in his head, and his kite eyes, which were a little lifeless, casually looked at the surrounding objects.

The same as when he was exploring before, messy trash cans, messy wood... huh?

His eyes were fixed on a wooden box, and he heard some disorderly footsteps and vague voices in the distance, and he immediately came to the conclusion: what, it's just "cats and dogs" hiding here .As long as he doesn't come out to disturb, then it doesn't matter if he hides there.

The black-haired boy who was only interested for a while and then looked away continued to wait boredly.

But there was a sound in the originally quiet box, "creaking and creaking", as if something was moving.

"You'd better not act rashly." Aware of the thoughts of the people in the box, Osamu Dazai touched the corner of his clothes casually, while threatening in a voice that sounded weak, "I have no intention of confessing you now. , doesn’t mean you won’t change your mind. If you settle down, you’ll have a better chance of surviving.”

Obviously he was the one who suffered serious injuries, but he didn't seem to care at all, thinking that he was the one who controlled life and death.

The movement in the box suddenly stopped and calm was restored.

Pretty obedient.

Osamu Dazai, who was not surprised, looked outside, he had already heard the footsteps of familiar PortMafia members.

The mirror hiding in the box was motionless, very well-behaved.Originally, he was thinking that if someone found out, he would just go out, but he didn't expect that the person said to let him go temporarily, so he quietly prepared to wait for the person to leave.

There seemed to be a lot of people coming outside, the voices were a bit messy, and someone said respectfully: "Mr. Dazai, I'm sorry we are a bit late, please go this way."

The voice I heard before replied softly and weakly: "After all, with your strength, you will only come at this time. Let's go, go back and see Mr. Mori." Then the footsteps began to move outside, feeling like Gradually moved away from here.

have you left?

Seeing the mirror whose shadow disappeared through the gap of a little box, he thought and relaxed.

The next second, he felt his eyes light up, and when he looked up, he met the gloomy iris-colored eyes of a black-haired boy.

The person standing outside the box looked at him, the corners of his mouth raised, and a smile slowly appeared:

"What did I think it was? It turned out to be a little green bug."

The big man in black who was helping to hold the wooden box lid at the side glanced at it so that his hands trembled for a moment, but the smile didn't reach his eyes at all, Mr. Dazai.

The author has something to say: the weather is sunny and sunny, suitable for starting a new article.

This is a story about a non-human creature becoming a human being. In the early stage, the small mirror will appear ignorant, because it imitates people so it has some common sense, but it does not understand the world.

Anyway, please take care of me.