[Comprehensive] collapse this little thing

Surrounding the gray-haired boy is a nightmare that has lasted for more than ten years.

Lingering, endless, as if solidified on the concept of the existence of the dead handle wooden hanging, as long as he is still alive, such a nightmare will definitely be by his side.

The blood dripped from all directions, spread across the four walls, soaked the entire space as far as the eye could see, and forced himself to the corner of the wall to retreat. Finally, the sticky feeling spread to the soles of the feet, and with the naked ankle Climb up and spread all over the body.

The cold blood didn't come from any living creature—even if you didn't look carefully, it was very clear that it came from the blood oozed from the dead corpses of your parents.There were no windows, no ventilation channels, no doors.The four corners of the ceiling hovered in the eyes until they were gradually stained with a heavy rust color.Sigangmuhang stood in the corner without any response, his whole body was covered with sticky blood. This dream was repeated too many times, so although he was still afraid, he knew what would happen next.

Red flowers bloomed from the ground, from the walls, from the distorted ceiling, and from the bloody traces that spread layer by layer, and the thorny branches bound themselves within it, making them unable to move.He felt that it was difficult to breathe, and it would become more and more difficult. His vision was gradually blocked, and only gradually blurred traces could be seen under the cover of plant branches.

When he was young, he also struggled and questioned.Is this the price one needs to pay for killing one's parents?Do you want to sink into an inescapable nightmare all your life?

This is obviously the result of his own personality. If he could choose, he would not want to acquire this [personality], but why should he bear such evil consequences?

"--this is not your fault."

It was clearly a closed room, but someone broke through the wall and came from the edge of the dream.The vines that stabbed the skin and the mottled and sticky blood all receded like a tide along with that voice, and that all-too-familiar figure came to him, whispering in his ear.

"--this is not your fault."

Thousands of words merged into one sentence, everything in the dream fell apart and turned into the hand on the forehead.The pale fingertips were lightly placed on his forehead, obviously only touching the skin on his forehead, but it gave people an illusion, as if the fingertips directly penetrated the hair tips and scalp, passing through the subcutaneous tissue and the skin. Layers upon layers of blood vessels penetrated the skull and nerve endings, directly pressing against the frontal lobe.

Sigang Muhang woke up from the dream, his back covered in cold sweat.

If the sports festival is a stage where Hero Science students attract attention, then Heroi's cultural festival is a time when all students gather together and receive attention.Whether it is support department, general department or management department, each has its own characteristics.The support equipment exhibitions held by support students and management students in the past have always attracted a large number of investors to stop and linger, and the works of many outstanding students, even professionals in the engineering field, are full of praise.

At the same time, Xiongying's major auditoriums will be applied for opening.Whether it is playing a drama or holding a presentation, whether it is a person in the school or an academic leader who wants to take the opportunity to publicize, they all have the opportunity to show their demeanor on such a rare occasion.

In short, every year at this time, all the teachers and students of the school will put down the pressure of their studies for a short time, and devote themselves to this activity wholeheartedly.

Sakura satsuma is no exception.

"So, Class C and Class D...want to engage in joint activities?"

Sakura Mikan spoke in the large classroom that was temporarily applied for: "Do you have any good ideas?"

Rather, Sakura Mikan, who is the chairman of the committee, is particularly busy at this moment.

“Grilled octopus shop!”

Someone said enthusiastically: "When you talk about the cultural festival, the first reaction must be to eat! All kinds of shops, fried noodles bread, grilled octopus balls, etc., are not all very good!"

"That doesn't reflect the characteristics at all!"

Someone immediately retorted: "Besides, I've heard that there is a class in the support department who wants to do catering, and it's all fully automated, even an automatic ice cream machine? What are we going to bring to the support department? Those top students in the school compete."

"Eh--"

The boy who first made the suggestion curled his lips and let out a long sigh of regret.

"And, after all, what are the characteristics of general subjects..."

Soon someone began to sigh.

"Don't, don't be discouraged!"

Toda Yu from Class D encouraged: "Everyone think hard together, and we will definitely be able to come up with suitable activities!"

"That's right!"

Sakura Mikan also took advantage of the situation and said: "There will definitely be activities that everyone can participate in!"

At the moment when everyone was devoting themselves to the lively preparations, Hotaru Imai frowned and fiddled with the parts in his hand in the basement of the support department.The infusion of her [invention] personality into the inventions and creations she makes will produce all kinds of wonderful chain reactions. Every time something that can be made, it is difficult to determine what kind of wonderful characteristics it will have before the finished product is produced.For a long time, Hotaru Imai has only regarded this kind of personality that is not very stable as the icing on the cake. After all, the key content is her steady knowledge reserve, and only this time, she hopes very much that she can use her full strength What special changes are produced by the poured personality.

"That person makes me feel very similar to Zhiqi."

Eri's description seemed to be heard, and Hotaru Imai had to frown.This kind of description definitely does not refer to a normal hero science student, not to mention, if it is a hero science student, why can't we make an appointment to meet at school before the trip?And why is Mingming Mikan described as a 'reliable senior', but that senior has never appeared inside Xiongying?

Imai Hotaru had some vague guesses, but the contents of these guesses were too bad and scary, so she didn't even dare to report directly to the teacher for a while.That 'senior' might have figured out some details about Mikan, after all, she is a fool, maybe she even told her her home address in the countryside... Imai Hotaru took a sip of espresso a little annoyed, forcing herself to Concentrate on the part in your hand and the rest of the drawing in your computer's modeling software.

"Ikeda-san, I have a question I want to ask you."

After thinking about it, she decided to call Nobuo Ikeda who was apparently also secretly investigating something in Class F next door.There was a lot of noise in the background of answering the phone. The boy obviously apologized to the surrounding students, and then ran to a quiet place to answer the call.

"What's the matter Imai? Ah, our class is a little busy discussing the cultural festival... What's your question?"

Hotaru Imai took a deep breath and said calmly, "Student Ikeda, I would like to ask about the current situation of the organization where the enemy who fought against All Might in Kanno's time."

The other party fell into a brief silence, and then the other party quickly responded: "Imai, this is not something that can be told to others casually... Although I was involved in part of it before, I have already promised the police that I will not share these things. Randomly tell people who are not related.”

"Related."

Imai Hotaru frowned and emphasized: "At least for now, I suspect...my friend is related to these things."

The senior who happened to appear in Hosu City, the first time he appeared in the mouth of Sakura Satsuma was actually when the school's hero barrier was breached by reporters at the beginning of the school year.Since then, Xiongying has been harassed by an organization called the Enemy Alliance several times. Whether it is the time or the situation, it is too coincidental.And she inquired about the internship records of the Hero Department of the second year of high school during this period, and no student chose the Hero Firm in Hosu City during the internship period—to be honest, there is no firm worth mentioning in this city. Well, if most people want to choose an internship unit, it is difficult to choose this kind of place, unless it is a policeman like Yu Feitian who knows that there are tigers in the mountains and prefers to go to the tigers and wants to train himself.

If you think about it carefully, there is something wrong with everything.

"Suspicion? What's going on? If you feel something is wrong, why didn't you inform the teacher directly? All Might obviously knows much more information than me, right? Why is your first reaction to contact the relevant students?"

On the phone, Nobuo Ikeda asked with some doubts.

"The 'that person' who came into contact with Mikan, at least so far, has not been exposed to danger. Besides, it is difficult to conclude that the other party is a dangerous person based on Eri's personal opinion. Taking a step back and thinking about it, the individual Sakura Mikan cannot reveal What can interest the enemy..."

Imai Hotaru hesitated and gave her own answer: "If the other party's body is unknown, his purpose is unknown, and he has not yet shown any malicious intentions, it may cause irreversible results."

Nobuo Ikeda affirmed this guess: "After school, meet in the B-02 laboratory of the Support Section. I will tell you the part I know."

The waiting time for school has become extraordinarily long.

A few hours later, the boy in Class F pushed open the door of the laboratory: "Hey, uh... what are you doing?"

His expression was a little surprised. If it was to deal with the enemy, the thing in Imai Hotaru's hand really didn't look like offensive support equipment.

It looked more like a camera—one of those childishly decorated children's cameras for kids to take pictures of.

Hotaru Imai fiddled with the semi-finished product in his hand without raising his head: "As you can see, it is a camera with a fast printing function. The printing limit is currently designed to be about [-] photos. After printing all the photos, the camera will be scrapped directly. , cannot be repaired."

"What are you doing this kind of thing for?"

Ikeda Shinobu said in astonishment.In his impression, Imai has the demeanor of the support department and rarely makes any outrageous decisions, but the very cartoon-looking and young camera in front of him really makes him a little confused.

"Anyway, it's useful... Then first, tell me the names of everyone in the enemy alliance that you know, one by one."

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Today, an author of the article I followed was plagiarized, changed the name of a character, and copied the original text to LOFTER.

After being discovered, that person even pretended to be the original author but also had a trumpet in LOFTER. Apart from the article, he even wanted to steal his identity.

The second time it was discovered, she deleted all the accusatory comments under the article, biting back at the original author for not writing well, the OOC was serious, so she changed roles, challenged the original author in private chats, and scolded the other party for being disgusting, shameless Breathtaking.

Although this kind of encounter did not hit me personally, but this kind of unprovoked and surging malice makes people feel empathetic and sad.As an engineer who is interested in writing, I feel scared and powerless after being angry.