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

The police investigation inevitably stalled, but they remained silent about the disappearance of that seemingly vital notebook for no apparent reason.

"During the investigation, the police found that the deceased had something in common. All of them had been injected with some kind of medicine, and the time was not long." Komaeda Nagito spread the notebook on the table in front of the gray-haired junior, and pointed to one of them. Chu said, "Except for Aso Kusanagi, who cannot be detected, Kazusuke Matsui and Rina Katori both had needle holes in their arms. The injection technique is very professional, and they should be people with medical knowledge."

"The two have no evidence of going out, and they did not show any obvious problems before the incident—except for Aso Caojian. According to his classmates, Caojian had an obvious problem after returning from a visit to the health room. The change, we can suspect that he has also received some kind of drug injection."

"Blood tests ruled out drugs and neurological drugs, so the police ruled out injections as a clue," he turned a page and saw a cross in the notebook where 'needle holes' were, "but I think Not necessarily, psychiatrists often supplement with drugs when treating patients, and injections may become some kind of hypnotic or psychological suggestion aid.”

"Besides, people with medical knowledge, there are two people in the school who have non-emergency medical knowledge, Mr. Mingshan in the health room, the 'super high school health committee member' Sinki Mikan from the second class of high school B in the headquarters, and the 'super high school grade health committee member' in the third A class of the headquarters The high school pharmacist, Shizuko Jimura, is the only one who can make people receive injections voluntarily and without suspicion, and register the dosage of medicines in the clinic and laboratory, which may be some clues.”

The white-haired senior who finally finished speaking breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that the expression of the person in front of him was a bit strange, and he raised his eyebrows as if feeling something: "Did I miss something?"

Yong felt that the unreasonable panic in his heart was a little inexplicable, some thoughts emerged uncontrollably, and the guesses that went against his cognition made him suddenly break out in cold sweat, but when he heard Komaeda Nagito's question, He shook his head calmly with a smile: "Nothing."

But there was a voice in his heart that whispered, no.

He did miss one person.

In other words, a person who has the power of a giant that is unimaginable to humans.

It was natural for her to lose her train of thought. The beautiful and shy health care committee member looked terrified, completely unaware of why she was involved in this series of incidents. The pharmacist also said indifferently that she was only good at pharmacy, and her understanding of actual operations was far superior to that of pharmacy. Under the mechanism and structure, she has not even seen a syringe since a very early time—this pharmacist is completely capable of preparing medicines suitable for all diseases, not to mention Teacher Mingshan, although she does not approve of students participating In these matters, I also tried my best to help them, but the names of Kazusuke Matsui and Katori Lina did not appear in the records of the health room.

It was really not reconciled to give up at this point, but the sudden interruption of this line of thinking seemed to surprise Komaeda Nagito, but he still spread his hands and smiled with a good attitude, saying that there is really no way.

"...I received a letter." Yong hesitated and said, "From Katorina."

Komaeda Nagito looked sideways at his direction, the corner of his mouth was still smiling as usual, and he raised his eyebrows as if surprised.

"The letter also uses the analogy of the rabbit and the magician, and firmly believes that everyone is dead. This is the same as seeing Cheng Jun's transcript in the notebook. Kusanagi Aso once said the same thing."

"Jostan Judd's work, he constructed a world where the author is the god, the protagonist in the book doesn't know that she is living in someone else's pen, after experiencing some seemingly incredible things, she realizes the god's Existence, trying to break free from the shackles." He shrugged, "In fact, Judd is the introductory teacher of philosophy for most people, just like I once imagined that the world we live in may be just someone else's writing..."

Komaeda Nagito's voice stopped abruptly.

After about a long time, but it seemed like only a few moments, he asked himself as if muttering to himself: "What is the world... like?"

Why... He suddenly couldn't remember...

-

No. 16 calls are still unreachable.

Yong took a deep breath, trying to relieve his unreasonable anxiety.

He thought of the child standing in the rainy night with rolling thunder, looking at him sadly, but showing a smile as if he had been redeemed.

It seems that the dead branches give birth to new green, and it is full of swaying.

He has never escaped, whether it is the coming end of each world, or his own death.

But this time, he told himself in a bit of embarrassment that maybe he was thinking too much.

The repeated self-suggestion allowed him to look away almost logically, but the words of the dead girl lingered like a nightmare.

' They told me there was no hope at all on Hope's Peak. '

'I almost believed it. '

'But I met you, Yongjun. '

'You will be hope. '

'I've always believed it. '

The former soldier stared blankly for a while, and dialed No.17 times.

This time, it was finally connected.

"Brother Yong." The other party's voice was full of smiles, and he could almost think of the corners of the other party's crooked eyes.

Yong: "Is that syringe yours?"

The person on the other end of the phone didn't seem to have expected the other party to ask such a direct question, and was stunned for a while. Yong Ke, who was waiting for the expected rejection from the other party, felt something unusual and became inexplicably nervous. I heard the child's voice with a gentle smile as usual: "It's me."

The person who got the answer fell into silence instead. He seemed to suddenly not know what to say: "...Why?"

"I will never lie to you." The voice on the phone finally couldn't hold back the disguise and became weaker, but the voice was still the same gentle, he seemed to be very weak, and he took a long time to let himself go His breath calmed down, "...just kidding, but I can't tell you yet."

Yong suddenly realized the state of the other party, and suddenly stood up, but found that he didn't know where the child was at all: "What are you doing, A Ming!"

The person at the other end obviously misunderstood, he chuckled slightly: "When you doubt a person, don't give him a chance to defend himself, because if the other party is well versed in the art of language and the power of suggestion, he can It's so easy to invent the perfect excuse for yourself, and unfortunately, it's become almost instinctive for me over the past few years."

"I hate to deceive you, but I cannot control my instincts of justification and self-preservation."

"I'll be away for a while from now, please don't trust anyone."

Then it seemed that they had finished speaking, and the two fell into a long silence, but neither of them chose to hang up the phone.

In the end, because Yong's cell phone was out of battery, he vaguely heard a sentence before it was turned off, which seemed to be "There is no time."

The word time touched a nerve that was tense all the time, and the memory seemed to be pulled back to a corner that I was not familiar with at this moment.

It was a sentence that a gentle voice casually mentioned when telling the story of the past.

'The vitality of human beings who inherit the Wisdom Giant will be enhanced and overdrawn to the greatest extent. In the known history, the longest lifespan of the successor is about 13 years. '

At this time, he suddenly remembered like being struck by lightning, that child was already 25 years old.

-

The murder occurred at the Cherry Blossom Festival sponsored by the Student Union, and the deceased who followed was obviously also related to Katori, so the depressing atmosphere became increasingly oppressive.

The president smiled bitterly: "This is not everyone's responsibility, and no one would have thought that such a thing would happen."

"But..." Someone suddenly said, but suddenly didn't know what to say, and finally had to rub his hair irritably, "Obviously so many things have happened in school recently, we should think about the possibility of this, if we plan again Maybe it wouldn't have happened if the patrol work had been highlighted..."

The logic of this statement is a little unreasonable, but everyone can understand this frustration. The secretary-general sitting next to him also patted him on the shoulder silently, but didn't say anything.

They are also students, and even because of the work of the student union, they have more frequent contact with preparatory subjects, so they are naturally affected by the unreasonable depressive atmosphere.

After a long silence, someone spoke up again: "... I heard something about the student files that the school has withheld."

The president had a bad intuition, but he didn't have time to stop it.

"Those who drop out of school are all dead." The voice of the speaker trembled, as if he was enduring fear, "Car accidents, drowning, kidnapping, and being pierced by steel bars that suddenly fell from the sky, accidental or man-made, but without exception All of them died."

The meeting room became audible.

After a while, the girl with curly hair turned pale, covered her mouth and bent down, and began to retch.

"What is this..." He continued as if he hadn't found anything, with a very ugly smile distorted by panic, "We... can't escape..."

'Knock, knock, knock'

There was a knock on the door, but no one responded or opened the door, but the person who came didn't seem to mind and pushed the door open.

That is a very beautiful girl who is also very familiar. Any well-known fashion magazine in the world has ever featured her on the cover.

The president frowned, and said to the junior as politely as possible: "We are in a meeting, so..."

"I know."

The cheerful and friendly gentleness faded away, and the super high school-level graphic model showed an almost exaggerated smile. The special soldier behind him put the suitcase on the conference table and opened the combination lock.

"So, it's up to me to tell you the truth."

A row of injections lay quietly in the box.

The author has something to say:

I took a look at the update date, too slack, too slack =w=