[Comprehensive] It's the end of the world again

"...Chengjun is missing?"

"Counting the time after class yesterday, it has been more than sixteen hours." Kyoko Kirikiri frowned slightly, "Because he mentioned that he wanted to come to you before, so let me take a look." Will there be any clues left?"

Jing Haoyong: "Does Mr. Huang Ying know?"

"Well," the detective responded briefly, then raised his eyes and looked over, "Did Jing Haojun really not see anyone the night before yesterday?"

He didn't speak, the detective wasn't surprised, and his voice was still cold, "The murderer probably followed us there that night, and that's one of the reasons why I came here."

As she spoke, she took out the envelope containing the needles from her pocket and handed it over, "If I'm missing too, give this to the police."

The detective's expression didn't change a bit, but there was a tiny spark in her eyes, which made her look less cold.

"If I disappear, it means that the murderer must have a reason to take it back even if he doesn't hesitate to expose himself. It will become a clue."

Yong felt that this idea was really terrible: "But it's very dangerous."

The detective smiled very shallowly, shook his head, and did not speak.

She is... very curious...

The so-called impossible crime.

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When Naegi regained consciousness, he found that his eyes were blindfolded, his hands were tied behind the chair, but his feet were free. Although it was a bit difficult, it seemed not impossible to stand up and walk around.

Of course, he knew he couldn't do that.

There seemed to be the sound of hot and humid breathing in the place very close to his eyes, mixed with an insignificant stench.

Someone must be watching him, he thought.

Then the man spoke, his voice was very soft and trembling mixed with unknown meaning: "Are you 'Super High School Level Lucky' Sapling-kun?"

"...Well," Miaomu replied in a low voice, his voice seemed to be a little fearful and cautious, in a state that would not easily irritate others, "...can you tell me what time it is now?"

The voice that was close at hand let out a sharp laugh, like a leaky bellows, his voice was raised, but still visibly trembling, "Undergraduate students are no more than that."

Naegi pursed her lips, trying to avoid irritating this classmate who seemed to be mentally abnormal.

The man laughed for a while, and then replied with a cheerful voice as if he had just remembered Naegi's question: "It's already night, and Naegi-kun just slept for a while."

He nodded without retorting.

However, the assailant seemed dissatisfied with his reaction: "Why did Mr. Sapling get involved in this matter? Isn't it good to stay out of it, just like all the people who pretend not to see it."

The amount of information in this sentence is indeed a bit large, but one thing can be confirmed, the person in front of him is probably the murderer of Matsui Kazusuke.

After thinking for a while, he still asked, "Did you kill Matsui-kun?"

But unexpectedly, the person denied it: "It's not me."

The person in front of him seemed to have taken a step back, and was no longer close. The peculiar smell from the tip of his nose was a little lighter because the other person hadn't washed for a long time, which made Miaogi quietly relieved, but the person didn't notice, his voice was strange Calm down, revealing a kind of indifference, "I didn't kill anyone."

"Because they're not human at all!"

He rudely took off the cloth covering the young man's eyes. Seedling tried to open his eyes, and a large piece of light that was completely inconsistent with the night he said before suddenly poured into his eyes. He subconsciously narrowed his eyes again, but was caught The man pulled his eyelids.

"Look at me, 'Lucky'."

The eyes that could not be closed slowly adapted to the light, and his vision was blurred by the soothing tears secreted from the eye sockets, but even so, he still clearly saw the hideous face in front of him that was almost indescribable.

This student of the preparatory subject was in worse condition than when he saw it before. His face was almost bloodless, but his eyes were densely covered with scarlet bloodshot eyes. His eyes were dark blue and pale. Her lips were already dry and cracked, only the blood red oozing when they were torn added some color to this face.

But his expression was a strange ecstasy.

He held up Miao Mu's face, squinted his eyes and looked at him, and whispered softly as if he was intoxicated——

"You are already dead."

He's crazy.

Naegi bit the tip of her tongue, forcing herself to calm down and think about the status quo.

This is a classroom with good lighting and a high floor, but there is no sound of people passing by in the corridor, so it is not a commonly used teaching area.

He couldn't walk to the window to see the scene outside, so there was no way to judge whether he was currently in an undergraduate or a preparatory subject.

It was around noon, which meant that he had been unconscious for nearly a day.

No matter from which point of view the situation is considered extremely unfavorable.

The man let go of him suddenly, took out a metal baseball bat from the side, and tapped it lightly on the palm of his hand twice.

After noticing his gaze, he turned his head and smiled at him, his dry lips couldn't stand the pulling and cracked more tiny bloodstains, making him look weird and terrifying.

Seedling held his breath and watched him walking towards him. At this moment, countless thoughts and questions flashed through his brain, but he didn't leave enough time for him to figure out the reason.

The man stopped beside him and showed him a somewhat innocent expression.

"Don't be afraid, it will be soon," he murmured, "just like Kazusuke Matsui."

He slowly raised the baseball bat, and the metal body of the bat was pulled out by the light coming in through the window behind him to a dazzling light.

However, at this moment, there was a loud noise from the window behind him, and the next moment, the flat and beautiful glass turned into countless shards of light, and even a few pieces scratched the assailant standing by the window.

Both of them were stunned for a moment.

"Hello!" Someone shouted from a distance outside the window. The man with the baseball bat frowned, walked to the window, and saw a man in a baseball uniform waving at him below. The other party didn't seem to expect The ball would fall into the classroom, but fortunately it was an empty classroom that had been abandoned for a long time, but the fact that there were people inside still surprised him a little, "I'm very sorry! Can you please throw the ball back for us?"

He turned his head to look at the ball that fell at his feet. Red blood flowed from the wound on his face, but he seemed to feel no pain at all, and suddenly opened the corners of his mouth and smiled.

It was an extremely distorted smile. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that a human's mouth could open such an arc. His eyes were amazingly bright. He turned around suddenly and looked at the man tied to the chair with scorching eyes. The brown-haired boy stared at him warily.

Suddenly he had a brilliant idea.

An idea that would free everyone from this twisted, imaginary world.

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Of course Yong will not really be like what Wuqie said, and only use her disappearance to prove that the needle that was not found at the crime scene has clue value before handing it over to the police.

In fact, he directly followed the detective back to the headquarters. On the one hand, he wanted to ensure that she would not encounter any accidents. On the other hand, he found the child Huang Ying who had repeatedly warned him to stay away.

——A former super high school-level investigator.

"You mean... this is very likely to be decisive evidence for the murderer?" The teacher behind the desk looked at the transparent envelope, his expression still a little careless, "There is no evidence, no logic, not even a motive. Qing, I can't believe you if it's just a feeling, classmate Jing Hao."

"But Cheng-jun is missing." The grey-haired special recruit didn't look like the family of the missing person at all, his eyes were calm and gentle, "If the other party is a murderer, then judging from the time Cheng-jun disappeared, he can be judged as a murderer." It’s not surprising that there are too few, I just hope to use your strength to gamble one last time.”

The investigator who was also investigating the disappearance of the student raised his eyelids, "What bet?"

"'Lucky'" he said calmly.

After all, the abductee is Makoto Sapling who has the talent of 'Super High School Level Luck', then everything is possible.

Twenty minutes later, a broadcast suddenly sounded in the two departments, and it could be heard clearly in any corner.

"The following is an urgent announcement! Jing Haoyong, Class B, Class [-], Preparatory School, is missing with the important evidence 'syringe'! Students who see it, please report it as soon as possible! Repeat..."

The broadcast was announced three times in a row, and the entire Hope's Peak Academy suddenly exploded after being silent for a while.

Among them, Okita Shimazaki, who had suspected him for a long time, was the leader: "I have already said that he is the murderer!"

But this time, no one stood up to refute or appease.

"If this case can't be solved in the end, you won't be cleared." Mr. Huang Ying raised the corner of his mouth, "You will become a 'murderer'."

Yong touched his nose and said helplessly, "That's really unlucky."

The scout suddenly fell silent. Looking at the student in front of him, he couldn't remember why he suspected this person in the first place.

Fortunately, Yong's luck was not as tragic as he thought, or maybe the guessing of Kirikiri and Naegi hit the murderer's deepest concern at once, and the needle was not even mentioned. Deviant people are driven into utter madness.

The situation was a bit different from what he expected. Not long after, there was an ominous explosion sound from the direction of the almost unused teaching building near the back of the baseball field in the preparatory department. I rushed out patiently.

The teaching building where the broadcasting room was located was not very far from the explosion site, and they could even see a faintly swaying black shadow behind a piece of orange red.

Yong felt that his heartbeat stopped for a moment, leaving a word "Call the police" before jumping out of the window.

Some people gathered in front of the building seemed to be discussing something, someone recognized him and pointed at him with a changed face and shouted: "Murderer."

What was originally an excuse to lure out the real murderer turned into a disaster. The surrounding students stretched out their hands in a hurry, as if they wanted to catch him.

He looked up at the swaying flames above, and sweat dripped from his forehead.

"In this case, no matter how you look at it, Jing Haojun doesn't look like a murderer." Someone behind the crowd said with a smile.

His voice is clear but penetrating, and can easily penetrate into the ears amidst the noise.

"I'm in a hurry, Jinghao-kun." The owner of the voice came to his side, it was a young man with white hair, "Then go and bring back Miaomu-kun."

"After all, despair cannot overcome hope anyway."

"Right?"

The author has something to say:

emm...The next chapter will close the case. If you don't like to read this kind of part, you can look forward to the yukata, festivals, etc. =w=

Oh, I drive late every day

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谢谢小天使落花无情弦亦无意扔了1个地雷投掷时间:2017-09-2302:29:16

读者“落花无情弦亦无意”,灌溉营养液+302017-09-2302:28:07