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

As if the last candle was suddenly extinguished, there were strange light spots in the sight, and some strange and treacherous force flowed upstream from the blood, suddenly attacking the brain.

Silence spread in the not-so-small conference room, and then someone suddenly hugged his head and let out a sharp and hasty cry.

The invisible signal was sent out through this meaningless syllable, and all the faces of all the people suddenly showed panic and extremely tragic distortions. They were like butterflies trapped in a spider's web, peeking out in the shadow of no light. into the abyss.

The cold killing intent gradually floated up.

"Enoshima... Dunko..." Under such a situation, the president suddenly fell into a kind of sudden enlightenment, and then the darkness seeped into his eyes unstoppably, "Do you think... ...will you still succeed?"

The fear of death flooded into his mind along with huge strange memories. He suddenly remembered the severe pain when he cut off the head of his former good friend and the joy of being finally freed from despair. The long-dead souls did not get Rest in peace, but a cage was cast with the soul, and the beast bred in the name of hope was imprisoned.

The air suddenly trembled slightly, like the soft chirping of some unknown musical instrument, which was extremely pleasant to the ear.

The brilliant speeches that had been used to encourage people to believe in hope suddenly became the ubiquitous whispers, and they came like a tsunami under this melodious syllable.

The last ray of light faded.

Desperate with a beautiful face raised the corner of her skirt, and saluted the bloody massacre without warning with a smile.

"of course."

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It took only one afternoon for the appalling student union incident to spread throughout Hope Peak. When it was discovered, almost none of the corpses were intact, with mutilated limbs scattered all over the floor. The entire meeting room seemed to have been washed with blood.

But the strange thing is that judging from the wounds and murder weapons, the wounds of these thirteen people all came from companions who had also died.

—they died of cannibalism.

A suitcase was found at the scene without fingerprints. Thirteen bottles used to store injections were scattered on the ground. They were completely empty without any trace left. There was no way to test the residual ingredients of the medicines. The only clue was interrupted here.

At that time, Enoshima Junko was sitting in the classroom sorting out the books. Teacher Ermin, who was in charge of the next class, seemed to have asked for leave due to physical reasons, so the substitute teacher was the principal who was known for being strict. The classmates of the gentle head teacher felt a little discouraged.

Walking in from outside the classroom, Asahina's face was pale, and her good friend Sakura patted the little girl's shoulder comfortingly, and she showed a somewhat forced smile: "Have you heard that all thirteen members of the student union died..."

The movements of the detective sitting in the front row froze.

"That's really scary." The super high school hot girl said with the same smile as usual.

The incident this time is different from any previous ones. If it can be attributed to the murderer’s mental problems before, then this time the thirteen super-high-school-level talents who belonged to the headquarters suddenly broke out without any warning. This kind of turmoil, killing former partners to death with extremely cruel means is completely beyond the scope of common sense.

The panic that was finally appeased and suppressed surged up again, even more ferocious than the last time.The students desperately want to know the truth and fear that they will be the next victims.

But the stagnation of the investigation made it impossible for the school to even make a guarantee, because even they themselves don't know how long this matter will last.

The silence accelerated the spread of panic, and everyone became irritable uncontrollably.

"Is there still no way to get in touch with Ermin?" Huang Ying frowned tightly, and tapped her fingers on the table, as if forcing herself to calm down, "He disappeared again during a critical period of time. Is it another coincidence?"

Yukino Chisa put the phone on the table in a slump, holding her head in a broken state, and said, "It still can't be connected."

Huang Ying looked sideways at the silent principal and said, "No matter what the truth is, there must be something wrong with Ermin."

The man in the suit and leather shoes propped his chin and thought for a while before making a decision: "Report the crime."

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Nagito Komaeda received a letter.

Super high school-level lucky put his hands above his browbones, blocking out the sun that seemed too warm compared to the gentle spring, squinted his eyes and watched the strange flying bird that brought this letter until it disappeared into the distance, and then lowered his eyes He unfolded the clean white paper in his hand.

When you read this letter, you are about to go to Bad Ending again.

But it doesn't matter, you still have one last chance, as long as she is not dead, everything will turn around.

This may be the last letter, because the world will crumble when the next dead man appears.

May you find hope.

The white-haired boy pursed his lips and smiled, put the letter back in his pocket, thought for a while, turned and walked towards the principal's office.

After seeing the letter, the school principal Kirijin looked at him with some surprise. Although his expression was not good, it was definitely not an accident. Komaeda Nagito, who originally just wanted to use the other party's power to find the previous information, suddenly changed. After thinking about it, he lowered his eyes and thought for a while, "I have a guess, but I need more information."

He took out the black leather notebook from his pocket and pushed it towards the other party: "Beyond this."

What is the world?

This question has been debated by philosophers since the day philosophy was born.

Thales thought it was "water", Heraclitus thought it was "fire", Plato thought it was "idea", Aristotle thought it was "substance", and Christians thought it was God.

People uphold their own point of view and argue endlessly. On this basis, an extremely grand and vague perceptual cognition about the world has been rooted in the depths of people's consciousness inexplicably since then. Limited by the cognitive worldview, atheism has gradually become the mainstream of cognition.

So even if the world is presented directly in front of people with its unbelievable, people who are accustomed to submitting to the mainstream will still subconsciously seek explanations from known theories. When there is no explanation, most people will choose to turn a blind eye.

Komaeda Nagito picked up the letter, and moved the letter paper very close to the principal's face in a very disrespectful gesture, almost forcing the other party to look at the fact directly in a forceful gesture, but he His expression was still full of smiles.

"What came to mind?" he asked with a smile.

Wu Qieren frowned, the black and white writing in front of him was so sharply contrasted that it almost hurt his eyes.

But what made him even more displeased was the attitude of the student in front of him, but the next sentence from the other party made the principal stunned——

"Does this look like a game?"

The white-haired boy was smiling all over his face. There was a kind of extreme contradiction in him, which made him look a little weird.

"Someone created a world and became an all-knowing and all-powerful god."

"He put everyone's memory into it. The players are divided into two camps. One side creates panic, and the other side solves the puzzle. They have to stop each other and fight against each other."

"And the final victory depends on the 'her' in the last letter."

"If 'she' dies, we lose, and the outcome of the loser is unlikely to be death, because the letter mentions 'again'."

"Maybe we failed once, and then the game went back and started again."

"The managers may want us to win, so they gave hints in various bizarre ways that humans cannot achieve, but they failed to stop everything that happened, so we got the final information."

"'she'."

Komaeda Nagito withdrew his hand, because the discomfort caused by being forced to focus on an extremely narrow place suddenly disappeared, and the astonishment in Kirijin's eyes had not disappeared completely, and fell on another pair of gray eyes full of smiles. pupil.

The super high school-level luck who doesn't seem to care much about the whole life curled his lips, "It seems that Mr. Principal seems to have a purpose..."

The sound stopped at the door that was suddenly pushed open. The brown-haired preparatory student seemed to be running in a hurry, his breath was still unstable, but he raised his eyes and looked straight at the white-haired boy who was looking sideways at him. The sun is shining and dazzling.

"You are wrong!"

The visitor interrupted him with a frown.

At that moment, a strange and unfamiliar sense of familiarity suddenly overwhelmed consciousness.

Komaeda Nagito felt in a daze that he had seen this person before.

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At the same time, a person came to Class B of the second year of high school in the headquarters.

The pink-haired junior showed a sweet smile to the super high school chef Teruki Hanamura who came to open the door——

"Can...can you help me find Senior Qihai?"

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