All the cp I knocked in Yokohama came true

"Tick tock-"

The countdown on the oven decreases by the minute.

Higashikata Jousuke and Nakahara Chuya stepped forward together, reached out and pulled off the power cord of the oven.

However, this has no effect, the countdown continues, and the heat is gradually emitted from the oven bit by bit.

They checked all the doors, windows and cupboards, none of which was a way to the outside world.

"It looks like it needs to be deciphered." Dongfang Jousuke wiped the sweat from his forehead. In just a few minutes, the temperature in the room rose to an unspeakable height.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stood back in front of the ice cube. He didn't understand the routines of the game, but some things could be understood after a little association.

"There's something in the ice cube."

Jousuke's eyes lit up. In the game, the generation of the door closing mechanism is usually related to two behaviors - the first one is to play the plot, and the player needs to wait in the room for the triggering of the plot to be completed before leaving; the second one is to trigger the mechanism. Only by means of riddles and other means can we find a way to leave the room.

The countdown started after Zhongyuan Zhongye moved the ice cubes. There is no doubt about where the important props are.

"I have to find a way to melt the ice as soon as possible." The knives on the chopping board are a good choice.

The oven is also a good way, but it is a pity that it cannot be turned on at all, and the gas cannot be ignited. There is no better choice except to dig ice by hand.

Dongfang Jousuke picked up the kitchen knife, glistening sweat stains covered his forehead, sweat dripped into the corners of his eyes, and the sting was painful, but this did not affect his excitement:

"Mr. Nakahara, we use this...a..."

The young man's smile gradually froze on his face.

I saw Zhongyuan Zhong also picked up the astonishingly large lump of ice, lifted it up easily, aimed it at the sharp table corner, and accelerated suddenly.

Ice crystals shot out, and the melted water flowed along the marble floor. The table shook twice, and a few apples rolled to the ground.

Dongfang Jousuke opened his mouth wide, his eyeballs were about to fall out, and he stammered, "Mr. Zhongyuan... you are so strong."

The white and slender arm looks no different from Mr. Shinomiya's in thickness, but when Nakahara Nakaya exerts force, the tight forearm muscle lines are revealed, which is obviously completely different from Dongfang Jousuke's initial impression!

I thought it was a physical waste like Mr. Shinomiya, but it turns out that this man is not delicate and frail, he is simply a macho man with strange strength!

"Ah? I think it's faster this way." Without blushing or panting, Zhongyuan Zhong raised the cracked ice cube and smashed it against the wall.

With a bang, Dongfang Jousuke felt that the ground trembled. A piece of paint was visibly smashed off the wall, and the ice on the ground bounced, followed by Zhongya Zhongya, and the whole ice was shattered.

"Ah..." Dongfang Jousuke smiled, silently turned his hands behind his back, and put the kitchen knife back on the chopping board.

So Mr. Dazai is "flirting" with Mr. Nakahara like this?

Dongfang Jousuke suddenly rejoiced that Mr. Shinomiya is a frail person who looks the same.

The oven radiated tremendous heat, and there was another piece of crushed ice on the ground. The melted water gradually evaporated into mist, and the two of them were drenched in sweat.

Dongfang Jousuke knelt down and picked up the bunch of keys.

Unmelted ice remained in the cracks, and Dongfang Jousuke brushed away the ice scum—this is a white plush puppy, the size of a palm, which looks a bit like a teacup dog, with dark eyes that look a little agile, very cute.

"What's the use of this?" Zhong Yuanzhong also poked the puppy's nose with his index finger, "Could it be that the organ is hidden inside the puppy's body?"

While he was talking, Higashika Josuke checked, the toy puppy was a very ordinary one, without a zipper, let alone a place to hide things.

Nakahara Chuya frowned, picked up the kitchen knife that Jousuke had placed on the table, and gestured back and forth, "Cut it open and see?"

A little unbearable.

"Cut it." Dongfang Jousuke nodded.

While they were checking, the countdown of the oven was still going on, and the water vapor was floating in the air like a cloud, and the tip of the nose was full of moist water vapor.

The temperature is higher.

The plush toy was placed on the chopping board, and Zhong Yuanzhong also held up the kitchen knife, like cutting watermelon, with the knife raised and lowered.

Dongfang Jousuke had a black line on his face: It's obviously just cutting a toy, why does it have a sense of sight at the scene of a murder?

"Tsk, I can't cut it." Zhong Yuanzhong also shook his hand.

The knife is a good knife, so sharp that it cuts the chopping board in half.

The dog is also a real plush puppy, and you can feel the soft stuffing in it with your hands.

Zhongyuan Zhong also put down his knife and looked carefully, but he didn't see the slightest clue.

"Is this the setting in the game? Apart from specific methods, mission props cannot be used under other circumstances?"

"Not necessarily." Just about to say yes, thinking of the scene where Mr. Nakahara cracked the ice violently just now, Dongfang Josuke is not so sure.

Dongfang Jousuke stared thoughtfully at the icy water flowing on the ground, then suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the oven door, and yanked it violently.

The oven, which had been tightly locked just now, was easily opened at this moment, and the heat wave was rolling out, almost burning the eyelashes.

"What do you want to do?" Zhong Yuan put his coat in front of him to hide the raging heat.

"I want to try it out! I didn't expect it to be able to open!" Dongfang Jousuke narrowed his eyes.

The part close to the oven is too hot, and if you put your hand close to it, there will be a tingling pain that the skin is about to burn. Dongfang Jousuke wets a rag with water, wraps it around his hand, picks up a long-handled soup spoon, and puts the stuffed dog on the The front end, a little bit into the oven.

"Huh—" the oven door closed, Dongfang Jousuke let out a long sigh of relief, and looked up, the countdown had stopped.

Still warm in the shut-off oven, scalding hot enough to ignite a stuffed dog.

"There's nothing wrong now, right?" Dongfang Jousuke let go of the handle of the spoon, and the heat in the air gradually dissipated. Only the heating wire in the oven was still shining brightly.

"According to common sense, fire and high temperature should be used to solve the ice, but Mr. Nakahara uses physical means." Dongfang Jousuke explained: "Scissors and other sharp tools should be used to disassemble the plush puppy, but the kitchen knife Can't cut open a tiny stuffed animal...so I thought...does stuffed dogs need to be cracked in an unusual way?"

"But the kitchen space is limited, and the props are all visible to the naked eye. I can only think of the oven."

Zhongyuan Zhong also nodded. He put his coat on his shoulders, and his shirt was wet and stuck to his skin, sticking uncomfortably. He stroked a strand of hair stuck to the end of his eyebrows. Bar."

He inserted the steak knife into the shaft of his boot, and looked at the apple on the table again, "This thing can be eaten... what's the sound?"

He heard the sound of scratching.

"It's in the oven!" Dongfang Jousuke threw down the rag in his hand, and stepped in front of the oven in two steps.

Bright and warm light was shining inside the oven, and a small black shadow was on the door, scratching desperately.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" came from inside the oven.

Dongfang Jousuke and Nakahara Chuya looked at each other in shock, "Dog barking?!"

"Is that a real dog?!"

Dongfang Jousuke's face turned pale, and there was more sweat on his face than when he was facing the oven just now. He bit his lips tightly, ignoring to pick up the rag on the table, "Mr. Nakahara, I want to open the oven to have a look, you stand farther away!"

Nakahara didn't back down, instead he stepped forward, grabbed the rag that Jousuke had dropped on the ground, and made a lightning strike, grabbing the hot oven doorknob.

"Can't open!"

The veins on his wrist popped up, Zhong Yuan stepped on the wall with his foot, and pulled back with his strength, but the oven door didn't move at all.

"Woo... woof..." The voice became smaller and smaller.

Behind the transparent glass door, a small flame gradually extinguished, the light disappeared, and the groaning stopped.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also panting heavily. This time, he opened the oven door.

Then came the sound of the door lock snapping back.

However, none of them looked behind them at this moment.

They stared at the oven motionlessly, and an unspeakable burnt smell hit their faces.

The stuffed puppy in the oven was gone, and there was no body.All that was left was a pile of black ashes with lingering heat, and in the ashes, the square copper sign reflected light.

Dongfang Jousuke reached out to take it. The strange thing was that the bronze medal was not hot, on the contrary it was slightly cool.

It's a dog tag.

"Xiaochun, January [-]st." Dongfang Jousuke read in a low voice. He turned the bronze medal over, and there were also a few lines of engraving on the back, but it was crossed out and the content could not be seen clearly.

"Is this the dog's name, and the date of birth?" Thanks to the behavior of buying an orange cat as a gift for his subordinates last time, Zhong Yuanzhong also knows about it, "It may also be the date of adoption, but this has something to do with it." What's the use?"

Dongfang Jousuke was stunned for a moment, his eyes flicked past the date again, "Mr. Shinomiya said that this is his home..."

"Hmm, what's up?"

Dongfang Jousuke's eyes were in a daze, his ears seemed to be still echoing with the cry of the unnecessary puppy before it died, he trembled his lips, lowered his eyes, and stopped the hand that had just closed the doorknob, "Ms. Shinomiya's birthday is a On the first day of the month, Mr. Zhongyuan, you said..."

He raised his head, his voice hesitated, "Xiaochun—could there really be such a dog as a birthday present for Teacher Sigong?"

Shinomiya She also aches all over.

People with a fever are like this. Every joint and every bone seam seems to be pulled back and forth with A4 paper through the middle, revealing a dull pain.

The sofa behind him was soft, he struggled for a long time, and finally sat up from the sofa covering his forehead.

This is the lobby on the first floor of his house.

To be more precise, it was the lobby on the first floor of the main house of the Shinnomiya Head Family.

How many years has he been back?five years?ten years?

Shinomiya She also squeezed his temples, got up and looked around, "Mr. Zhongyuan? Josuke?"

Among the three, only he experienced the supernatural space last time, not to mention this time... the home field turned into this house.

He leaned on the wall and walked slowly towards the kitchen where the noise came from.

"It seems that the previous conjecture was correct. Whether it is an orphanage or a tiger, Dunjun was unwilling to face the existence."

There was a pale smile on the corner of his mouth, Shinomiya Shinoya's eyes darkened, "What kind of garbage man's ability is this? Relying on other people's fear for fun? Playing games?"

"Fuck the game."

The author has something to say: holidays are fleeting.

My FGO, Tomorrow's Ark...have no liver yet...

感谢在2020-10-0700:20:54~2020-10-0723:38:56期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Shiqi;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!