【Double White Crows】Symbiosis

"White Crow...White Crow, wake up!"

"What are you arguing about..." Reluctantly being pulled up from the table by Tang, Bai Ya rubbed his eyes and found that everyone else in the classroom had left.

"The next period is physical education class..." Seeing this person slacking off all day long but slapping him on his grades, Tang felt helpless, "It will be very difficult for you to be absent from my sports committee."

"Then tell the teacher that my back hurts." I didn't move while playing games yesterday, and today I lay on my stomach for most of the morning, without any desire to move my body.

"Don't say such things with such an excessive expression on your face..." Tang rubbed his head, "Okay, okay, I'm going to play."

Just before Tang left the classroom, White Crow suddenly raised his head, "I almost forgot. Sister Qiukui asked you to go to her for tutoring after school."

"What ah, ah-" The heartbroken scream of the sound of the teaching building.

You shouldn't be wrong, right?He thought dazedly and fell down again.

When he woke up again, it was still 10 minutes before lunch time, but the white crow, who had slept all morning, didn't feel very hungry.He also didn't want to bump into the noon peak in the cafeteria, so he would go to the canteen to buy some snacks to fill his stomach later.I forgot to charge my half-disabled game console yesterday, and I overslept this morning and didn't bring it with me. With nothing to do at the moment, Bai Ya decided to go to the rooftop to blow the air.Although Shenchuan Middle School attaches great importance to academic performance, but in front of the white crow, it is just a passing cloud.Reviewing this kind of thing, let's talk about it before the exam.

Slowly moving, no one in the busy teaching building has time to pay attention to the fleeing child. Fortunately, I didn't bump into the principal and his wife who were free and had nothing to do, so it would be difficult.He had personally witnessed the spectacle that Qiu Kui and Jia Luo were talking and laughing in the corridor of the second year of high school, but the principal went down the stairs and fled together, but it was a pity that he couldn't take a picture of it and give it to the other party as a threat chip.When he reached the club activity room on the 5th floor, the white crow stopped in his footsteps.

the sound of music.

There should be no one at this point, is he skipping class like him?White Crow didn't intend to ignore him and continue walking up.

One step, two steps, three steps.

He turned his head to the music club, and his intuition told him that there was a yellow exclamation mark flashing there.

"...Don?"

When I opened the door, I was three-point surprised and seven-point clear.

That person had exactly the same face and temperament as Tang—the white crow recalled that Guang once complained that Tang was an identical fool, and it really was.

"It's the white crow." Tang—or the disc jockey, stopped what he was doing, and turned to look at him.

"You..." How do you know my name.Then this question was answered by himself, "It seems that you and him have a high synchronization rate."

"Less than 50%. Although there is only a small part of it, you appear very frequently in his memory, and it's hard not to remember." The other party's face was 100% perfectly replicated with a bright smile, "Don't go to class ?”

"Physical education class. Skip it."

"You are too thin, you should exercise more. When Don was playing basketball on the playground, even I could feel how happy he was from this distance." He looked at the playground outside the window, "Where is your mental form? I I didn't feel the fluctuation of the spiritual world near here."

"I don't know." He cursed viciously in his heart to play the missing Phantom Thief, "You have a good relationship with Tang?"

"It's his bodyguard, causing trouble everywhere and even causing me to have to fight with my sister's mental form." The relationship between the siblings who always hurt each other is sometimes unbelievable. She won't hurt the light if she stays on the school stage."

"Aren't you going home with him? Since you are a bodyguard, you should be by your side." Bai Ya remembered that after school, Tang either went to play with people from the basketball club or went home with the old lady who had finished rehearsing. How about the mind-form thing.

"Going home? Of course not. This music classroom can meet most of my needs. The last time I lost due to the battle, I played a few basketball games with him on the weekend and made up for it." The disc jockey looked puzzled. Looking at him, "Besides, won't it make yourself more noticeable outside? Your mental form should tell you the current situation."

This little movement can meet the energy demand, and the Phantom Thief probably didn't use the excuse of not having enough energy to live in his house unless he was playing the Liming O machine outside all day.

"But my mental form tells me that more contact will make him stronger and help him fight." Just wait and see, when the man comes back, he won't let go until he beats him to the point where he admits to plotting wrongdoing, "You don't want ?"

"That's right. Contact will increase the synchronization rate, which will naturally increase the efficiency of combat." The disc jockey nodded, "But I will never do it out of greed for power. If I get too close to him, my body will go out. question."

"What's the problem?" White Crow felt something was wrong.

"Actually, I was a little confused just now... Is the breath of the spiritual world on your body too strong?" the disc jockey said a little embarrassedly, "The normal synchronization rate is about 50%. Gradually assimilated by the reality form, the lower the threshold, the reality form will gradually lose control over the mental form. So my contact with Tang has been controlled within a limited range, even if I play basketball, I have to be careful .I don't know what you communicated with your mental form, but his current condition should not be very good..."

And the white crow could no longer hear what he said.

After reluctantly saying goodbye to the disc jockey, he returned to the class in a daze, and the white crow fell directly into his seat.The students are all going to have lunch, and no one will disturb him for a short time at this point.He lay down on the table with his head in his arms, lost in thought.

It turned out that it wasn't that the strange thief wanted to devour him, but that he had been assimilating the strange thief unconsciously.Although the disc jockey didn't say so, he probably could have guessed the consequences.The synchronization rate between the two is too high, and now the phantom thief is tantamount to slow suicide if he approaches him again.

Therefore, the strange thief disappeared. In order to survive, it is reasonable and reasonable, and no one is willing to die.He thought that person would not come again, it was fine, it was quiet again, the expected ending.

They are connected back and forth, with perfect logic, and mutual benefit. It is a Happy End where everyone is happy. I don't know what he is hurting.

False words and gestures had blinded him before, but not now.That's just a bunch of data, don't dream of white crows, they have no feelings, all abnormal behaviors are your own sentimentality.The sound of gunfire in the dark, the glass windows in the setting sun, the sandy beach beaten by the tide, the steaming water in the bathroom.It is easy for people to have beautiful illusions when memories are filtered, but both of them are animals that obey their inner rationality, and losing in a game where life is a bet is by no means the correct ending.

So it's over.

The mock test in the afternoon was a mess.I knew in my heart that the end of this semester would probably be miserable, but no one cared about his grades anyway, and it didn't matter if it was good or bad.

When I opened the door, I left half hope for myself, but what I got was a bigger disappointment.The room was still the same as it was when I left in the morning, without any traces of movement.Forced to give up hope, he threw his schoolbag on the sofa and went back to the bedroom to charge the PSV that had been neglected for a long time.Not on the table, probably slept too late yesterday and put it somewhere.

Bai Ya squatted down and reached out to feel under the bed, but found something new instead of PSV.

...gift box?

Unlike the phantom thief's tricks, the phantom thief would probably inadvertently and suddenly deliver the accident in front of him.Hope it's not some bomb maniac.

Pick it up and shake it gently, but there is no sound.Is it an empty box?

Crow's hand stroked the edge of the lid.Even though I knew it was an important item for the mission, I felt a little uncomfortable for some reason.After hesitating again and again, he gently opened the gift box.

The huge gift box was empty, and the white crow picked it up and shook it vigorously, but nothing came out.Ten seconds later, he suddenly realized that someone had messed with him—he stretched out his hand and pulled the box cover on the bed, and there was a note stuck behind it.

"Let's borrow the PSV first, barter, I've already put the mission props in the box, I wish you good luck."

But there's nothing in the box—

When he looked at it again, the white crow was stunned.

A deck of cards lay in the box that had been empty just now.

Lying on the bed, he arranged the playing cards in one piece and studied them over and over for a long time. He couldn't think of anything strange except that the pattern of the strange thief on the back made the white crow think that this matter should not be a simple prank.

The hour hand gradually shifted, and the white crow plunged his head into the pile of cards in frustration.If he goes to school tomorrow in such a bad state of mind, he will probably be secretly reminded by the teacher, but he can't go to sleep, just like when he gets stuck in a checkpoint, he will be irritable, but he can't get the answer so close that the white crow can't get it. Very upset.

He is the White Crow, and he will not lose the game to this nameless opponent.

After all, what's the use of getting the Phantom Thief back?Suddenly remembering this, White Crow turned his back to face the ceiling.The familiar angle reminded him of the day when the Phantom Thief really appeared in front of him for the first time. The disguised sleeping face was just a ploy to gain power.Although acting with another self is a lot of fun, but if you really believe it, you will be the one who suffers.

He uses the strange thief's feelings for himself to seek safety, and the strange thief uses the white crow to obtain the power and information he deserves, fair trade, and no deception——

But what happened later, how much of it was his acting, and how much of it was real feelings?Unknowingly, the two have become so confused that they cannot be separated.If it is said that he came purely for strength, how can he explain that he was dragged to the beach where he only went with his parents, and when facing the threat of okra, he was warned to keep quiet even if he was in danger of serious injury, and he was going home. The sudden hostility in the car.The Phantom Thief, who should leave this boring reality and go home early, is afraid of disappearing, instead of annexing the reality and becoming the master, acting as an invisible person that no one can see except the white crow.

Just a little bit, a little bit more.The white crow suddenly turned over and searched desperately in the pile of cards. There was only one point that could not be explained by the theory of egoism.

The phantom thief, who is a spiritual body, must have felt his abnormality long ago, and still chooses to approach him recklessly, what is his intention?The strange thief is the spiritual form of the white crow, and the source of all his thoughts and will is the white crow after all, but this is the only place that even the white crow has never touched, so the conclusion he draws makes him unbelievable.

The answer was ready to come, but the crow didn't want to hear it.

Because he dared not hear it.That word was too far away from him, and he never expected anyone to give him this feeling.The only person who filled him with hope has abandoned him, and he will never have such a dream again.

It is best to end all the following stories before it begins, because the subsequent plot cannot be guessed.But stopping here is not the most perfect strategy, and it will never be the end of him and him.And the player White Crow will only play 100% perfect.

When all the playing cards returned to his hand, the white crow smiled.

53 cards, the one less is the red jack.