All the cp I knocked in Yokohama came true

Osamu Dazai jumped over on tiptoe like a black cat, and leaned over to Nakahara Nakaya's face, "It's a fake arrow made of the same mold, even the imperfect gap at the tail is exactly the same."

His breath brushed Nakahara Chuya's cheek little by little with the words, Nakahara Chuya curled his lips, hiding the red tips of his ears, and pushed Dazai Osamu's head aside with disgust.

"That is to say, as long as we track down where the fake arrows came from, we can indirectly find out the whereabouts of Murata Hera holding the real arrow."

"Chuya——" Osamu Dazai dragged out his final voice, ignored Chuya Nakahara's words, held his palm, half of his face pouted, and acted coquettishly, "You turned your face and didn't recognize anyone so quickly? When you were on the bed He kept saying 'Dazai, hurry up', he was cold and heartless when he got out of bed, and he hated me even approaching you!"

Damn toxic.

Zhongyuan Zhong also retracted his palm like an electric shock, regretting that he hadn't punched this bastard to death with one punch earlier.

He looked at Dazai Osamu's face, his palms itching.

Before his mind gave the command to make a move, his hand subconsciously moved up under the drive of inertia, "Who, who would say that kind of thing! It's disgusting! You talk to me!!!"

Osamu Dazai took advantage of Zhongyuan Zhongya's inability to move, so he jumped back dexterously, and landed on the vigorous slap, he patted his chest exaggeratedly, "I was scared to death, I almost thought that I would die in a very unpleasant way." Chuya’s men, that’s too tragic.”

As he spoke, he smiled "friendlyly", the corners of his lips were curved, his eyes seemed to be filled with honey - the kind that is highly poisonous, he fumbled in the pocket of his windbreaker, took out his mobile phone, and opened the photo album.

Nakahara Chu also subconsciously felt something was wrong, he didn't even care about the arrow in his hand, and rushed directly to stop Osamu Dazai.

However, he was still a step too late, Osamu Dazai slid his white fingertips on the screen, and the play button was turned on——

The screen was pitch black at first, and gradually became brighter as it shook, the rustling sound of bedding fabrics sounded, and the arm covering the phone was removed, but the camera was still facing the direction of the ceiling, and only a piece of snow white could be seen.

In this snow-white scene, a little wet sound slowly sounded, followed by intertwined gasps, so sticky and hoarse that it made the scalp tingle, and after a deep chuckle, Zhong Yuanzhong also heard his own voice—— As if he was drunk, he swayed with a sense of alcohol, and the ending was spinning. He swore that he never thought he could make such a sound—the voice gritted his teeth and muttered:

"Dazai...you bastard bastard..."

The other voice paused for a moment, and then let out a low laugh from its nasal cavity, "Huh?"

"Can you fucking give me a quick..."

"Crack!" An arrow flew out, pierced the phone, and nailed it to the wall.

Nakahara Chuya's head was steaming, his whole face was flushed, he felt that it was almost cooked, and he was still in a throwing posture in his hand - that's how the arrow flew out at the speed of a bullet just now, killing Dazai. The mobile phone in Zhi's hand flew off.

"Ah, my phone!" Dazai Osamu walked to the cracked wall with distress, supported the wall with his feet, and pulled the arrow hard like a carrot, but failed, "My previous game is still in the background without saving!"

"That's really great!" Nakahara Chuya punched the wall, and the whole alley trembled, "It's so bad, you, you fucking dare to record this kind of thing on your phone!!!"

Osamu Dazai lowered his body, avoiding the falling cement blocks, and put his hands on his head, "Oh, it was all an accident, besides, only you and I, the parties involved, saw this video, so... .”

He was racking his brains trying to get away with it, when he suddenly found that the air was quiet, and something was wrong in his heart, Osamu Dazai turned his head, and saw Nakahara Nakaya staring ahead, his eyes were dull, and his whole body was stiff.

"Chuya?" Osamu Dazai secretly thought that something was wrong, and he said, "Has the little slug encountered salt?", while walking forward——

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was slung half-comatose on one shoulder, and Atsushi Nakajima was dragging a completely unconscious Atsushi with one hand. Shinomiya Furuya, covered in blood, was standing there. He looked left and right at Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya. I wanted to adjust my glasses, but found that I had no hands to operate, so I could only wrinkle the tip of my nose and push the crooked glasses on the bridge of my nose even more crooked.

"I didn't see anything." He paused, "I didn't hear anything."

He turned his head with difficulty, "Go ahead."

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Back in time before they escaped from the different space——

Shinomiya Shibuya's plan was undoubtedly a success.

Relying on this tactic, they dragged the time to the last half hour little by little.

During this period, they searched every corner of the orphanage, using Akutagawa Ryunosuke's good luck in finding tea and rice, and their own experience in hiding props in horror games, to find all the food in the orphanage.

However, when Shinomiya also drew an X mark "Searched" on the door of the last room, Shinomiya was also carrying tea and rice, and suddenly said:

"I don't feel well."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke stopped when he heard the sound, and looked back at him.

Shinomiya She also pursed his lips, his limbs were sore and numb from the hours-long game, and his lungs were burning like they were about to explode, but he would never allow himself to be at this moment Stopping, Shinomiya She also said: "We have found all the food. It stands to reason that now we only need to avoid the tiger, and then quietly wait for the time to pass until dawn."

"Is there a problem?" Akutagawa Ryunosuke asked with a frown.

"But this kind of process is too smooth, and it doesn't meet the elements of a horror game at all." Shinomiya also shook his head, he was not sure whether it was his own assumptions, or something else, "Usually speaking, a game process that is too smooth often Will face a tragic ending, or, there is a bigger mystery and challenge waiting for us to solve."

The game, which involved Akutagawa Ryunosuke's blind spot, he didn't speak, but listened quietly.

"Did you know that games are usually staged? Different stages face enemies of different strengths."

Shinomiya She also took out the picture album from the vegetable basket—he found it in the small classroom, and the blank space on the title page was a new plane plan he drew with crayons. He turned the page of the picture filled with Xs and used The crayon in the pocket draws a slime.

"Just like fighting with your Mafia, at first you were very weak, and you could only fight with some local hooligans with your fists and feet. As your power expanded and your financial resources became stronger, you would fight against more powerful enemies. They would not be like the original mobs. That way, they will shoot with knives and use abilities, because as you level up, the enemies you need to deal with will become more advanced monsters."

With the crayon in Shinomiya's hand, Shinomiya sketched the outline of a dragon.

"Horror games will also have such plots. In addition to changing monsters, there is another possibility-the final battle."

He said these four words word by word, and as expected, he saw Ryunosuke Akutagawa's brows tightened, and he stood up nervously.

Obviously, he was worried about the safety of Atsushi Nakajima on the other end.

Shinomiya She also smiled from the bottom of his heart, grabbed the awkward young man, and continued, "In the final battle, the monster's attributes will be greatly improved, and the safe house will lose its effectiveness. Only when the player finds a way out or subdues the monster can they escape. . I doubt that we'll be in a situation like this any time soon."

"Now that we have thought of this possibility, we need to preemptively strike."

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"So?" Nakahara took Akutagawa and asked curiously: "Since you have a solution, why did you make it look like this?"

Shinomiya She also sighed, he leaned against the wall, trying not to let himself slip to the ground like a drunk, "Theoretical methods are one thing, but practice is another."

Originally, they planned well.

Everywhere in this orphanage is unreasonable. If the doors and windows are sealed with iron fences, it is to prevent them from escaping, but why should they be firmly sealed with wooden boards on this basis?

Also, all light from the outside is blocked, except for the moonlight through the bars in the basement—which happens to be the safe house?

The stained glass windows of the orphanage are not decorated with characters from the Bible or scenes from fairy tale books, but Artemis, the goddess of moonlight with a hunting bow and a deer at her side?

"It seems that the tiger's nemesis is the moonlight." Osamu Dazai propped his chin, and said the answer first, "It is indeed the scene where the fear in Dunjun's heart is transformed, [Moonbeast], even the scene of the moonlight can be included in the scene. Inside......"

Therefore, they, who were aware of the elements, quickly joined Atsushi Nakajima, threw off the tiger again, and shattered all the stained glass above the hall. A fierce battle that should have been an exciting ending, just like this, the ending was written in advance and the curtain came to an end.

"So?" Chuya Nakahara still had the same question, "Then why are you still injured?"

Speaking of this, Shinomiya She also slowly covered his face, holding back the laugh that he wanted to laugh but was inappropriate, "Because, the monsters that can be solved by simply moving, the two of them have to be heroes to save each other, You block the knife for me, and I get hurt for you... Puff... Ha cough cough, the end result is that both of them are anxious, trying their best not to let the other get hurt... ..”

"So they hurt each other for each other?" Zhong Yuanzhong also blinked.

"No." Shinomiya She finally couldn't help it, and laughed loudly, "So they wanted to prove that they were stronger than each other and didn't need the opponent's help to block the knife, and then... they fought, and both sides suffered hahahaha. "

Nakajima, who was originally awake, shrank his neck and continued to pretend to be dizzy.

Osamu Dazai laughed along with him, and the voices of the two adults echoed in the alleyway for a long time, and echoed in the minds of Atsushi Nakajima and Ryunosuke Akutagawa, and it was hard to let go.

In the end, it was Shinomiya Shinomiya's cell phone call that interrupted the feast of joy. He wiped his tears, covered his stomach, and answered the phone.

On the other end was still his old friend Jotaro Kujo. The other party had already made a phone call today, so why did he call again?

Shiguya Shinomiya: "Jotaro? I haven't been to the aquarium yet, it will take another two days..."

Kujo Jotaro: "It's not about the aquarium. You mentioned the matter of 'Arrow' earlier, and it happened that Jousuke was on vacation. He planned to travel to Yokohama and investigate by the way. Please help take care of Jousuke. After all, he is still a high school student.. ...."

Shiguya Shinomiya: "..."

Kujo Jotaro: "Hey, Shinomiya, are you still listening?"