Yokohama High School of Magic

It was very quiet around here.

Listen very carefully to hear the soft sound of running water coming from outside the sliding door.

Yumeno Hisaku frowned, struggling, trying to open his eyes with great effort.

—no success.

Naturally blinded: Forget it.

"Little robot."

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This time, opening the eyes became a breeze.

This is a Japanese-style room, about ten posts. The ceiling is wooden and brown. Next to the pillow where Yumeno Kusaku is lying, there is a small square table, and a vase on the square table is still dripping with dew. camellia.

There were sparse footsteps approaching, and the shadows of several people were reflected on the paper door, Yumeno Hisaku immediately closed his eyes.

There was the sound of the paper door being pulled open.

"Young Master Naoya, Sen-sama, Jin-sama, 99-sama, Erdu-sama, Kamo-sama."

99 Youji glanced at the maid kneeling on the ground, feeling uncomfortable.She quietly moved a few steps to the side, avoiding the direction where the maid was kneeling.

"Has he ever woken up?" Chanyuan Naoya said lightly, without even looking at the kneeling maid.

The monks changed the clothes of Yumeno Kusaku, and they already knew that he was a boy.

"Master Zhizai, no."

Zenyuan Naoya turned his head slightly to the man at the end of the line with a white paper on his face: "Er Du."

Er Duzhen was silent for a moment, lifted the hem of his clothes, passed several people in the team one after another, stepped into the room, and knelt down beside the unconscious child.

The technique of exploring memory will cause a certain degree of damage to the brain of the person being performed. Yumeno Hisaku is young and may suffer more damage.

Erduzhen and Zenyuan Naoya mentioned it, but the latter told him to perform the spell, but not to mention it in front of 99 Youji.

Er Duzhen's eyes hidden behind the white paper cast his eyes on 99 Youji for a moment, and before the latter noticed, he quickly moved away, "After I perform the operation, I will transfer the memory I saw to you. I will feel it later. There is magic touch, don't resist. If it goes well to a certain extent, I can use his memory as the starting point and expand it to the entire memory period." Even if Yumeno Kusaku himself is not present... No, history can also be seen.

The people in the back sat in the room not far from Yumeno Kusaku and didn't speak.

"let's start."

Er Duzhen nodded to Zenyuan Naozai.

The maid outside the door quietly closed the paper door and stepped aside.

The light in the room gradually became distorted, the air was filled with a cold breath, and the surroundings became more and more unreal.

Among all the distorted fictions, only the child lying there sleeping has revealed its true appearance.The noise in the ear is getting louder and louder, as if the world is carrying a noisy electric sound.

There was a sudden abnormal sound, which was covered by the sound of electric current, and no one noticed it.

The long noise gradually reached its peak, and the tone became more and more sharp. Before Zenyuan Fan frowned, the noise disappeared without a trace.

The distorted vision became clear again, and what he saw became completely different.

The gentle sound of running water disappeared. After the sharp electric sound just now, the current tranquility is more like a bone-piercing dead silence.

The original Japanese-style room has become a space similar to a confinement room. The cold light hits the pale wall, and there are dried bloody handprints under the heavy iron door. It looks like handprints have been taken layer by layer. Years of accumulation.

There was nothing in the room, the child in white was holding a straw doll, hid in the corner, buried his head in his knees, shivering, and murmured something.

Yumeno Hisaku's voice was too low for 99 Yuki to hear clearly, she stood up and was about to get closer.

"Hisaku Yumeno."

The small opening on the closed door was opened, revealing a pair of old eyes.

"what!!!"

Yumeno Hisaku, who was still muttering something just now, suddenly let out a shrill scream, his young voice was immature and sharp, full of extreme fear and helplessness.

He buried his head lower, covered his ears with his hands, and trembled more violently, and the screaming sounded even a little crying.

Everyone could feel the despair contained in his scream.

However, the voice of the old man outside the door was cold: "Shut up."

The screaming suddenly disappeared.

The child in the corner grabbed his strange-colored hair and whimpered softly.

There was the sound of rusty gears turning, and the heavy confinement door was slowly opened.

"Dazai."

"Yes."

The boy who looked younger and shorter than in the information still looked like he was covered in bandages, his pupils filled with empty silence and indifference, and walked into the confinement room.

In the sound of footsteps gradually walking in, Yumeno Hisaku trembled more and more, and occasionally let out a few cries.

99 Yuki subconsciously blocked her sideways, but Osamu Dazai passed straight through her like air.The woman in the cheongsam froze for a moment, and clenched her fists tightly, but she couldn't do anything. She could only watch Osamu Dazai approaching Yumeno Hisaku who was on the verge of collapse.

Seeing the scene in the room, the old man standing outside the door seemed very satisfied.He turned around and left slowly on crutches.

The voice of the old man who limped away was old, but extremely cold: "Mori Ogai, if he fails this mission again, he will be sent to Laboratory No. [-] as a test subject."

Behind the old man, a man in a doctor's coat lowered his eyes, and he should be respectful.

In the next second, the light distorted again, and the surrounding scene gradually changed. Only the cold light above the head flickered, hitting the surrounding pale walls.

"The scene has changed?" Chanyuan Naoya frowned and looked at Erduzhi.

Sweat dripped from the latter's forehead, and his voice was serious: "His brain seems to have been damaged, and his memory is fragmented and incoherent, that's the only way to go."

Zenyuan Naozai let out a 'tsk' impatiently, didn't say anything, and continued to look at the surrounding memories.

The memory that was skipped before was probably the task of Yumeno Hisaku. At this time, he was tied to the operating table and surrounded by a group of researchers in white coats. The researchers were still writing something in the notebook in their hands.

...Did the mission fail? 99 Youji clenched his hands subconsciously.

Yumeno Hisaku's expression looked very painful, but the extent of the struggle was extremely weak.

They were in the memory of Yumeno Hisaku at this time. Perhaps Yumeno Hisaku himself was in a very bad state in this memory. No matter how close the few people who explored the memory were, they couldn't hear what the researchers were talking to each other.

However, the surrounding environment is very clear, even if you can't touch it, you can still see what is written on the documents on the table.

"Example [-] of the research on the integration of human beings and magic spirits." Patriarch Kamo slowly read out the file name.

"Are they doing this kind of forbidden experiment?" Zenyuan Fan frowned: This is an act that is expressly prohibited in the magic world.

No one answered him.

Several other people explored in the laboratory. They explored for a long time until they memorized all the information on the documents they could see.

Outside the laboratory, there was a sudden noise mixed with running, which attracted the attention of several people:

"Success...!"

"...Central Plains Chuya..."

"With self-awareness..."

These few sounds are clearly audible, but there are only these sounds. The voices of the surrounding researchers are still indistinct, but they all have joy on their faces. Chanyuan Naoya looked at the mouth shape and probably put together "success" and "finally" few words.

The dying Yumeno Hisaku was pushed out of the laboratory by the researchers on the operating table.

It was only after walking out of the laboratory that the wall next to the corridor was actually a huge one-way mirror. The inside of the laboratory could be seen clearly from the corridor, but the outside could not be seen from the laboratory.

The few people themselves did not move, and the scenery around them moved with the movement of Yumeno Hisaku.

Until Zenyuan Naoya accidentally saw Osamu Dazai with his head down in a one-way mirror.

Zenyuan Naoya was refreshed, and moved in the opposite direction of Yumeno Hisaku until his and Dazai Osamu's laboratory remained relatively still.

Through the one-way mirror in the laboratory, Osamu Dazai in the laboratory is sitting on a wooden chair, his wrists are tied to the armrest, and there are burnt marks on his exposed skin that resemble electric shocks.He sat there with his head down, life and death unknown.

The surrounding researchers are still recording something in their notebooks, and they seem to have heard the news of the 'experiment was successful' just now, and they all have smiles on their faces.

The researcher next to the test bench then smiled and stretched out his hand, with anticipation in his smile——and turned on the electric shock to the maximum.

The surrounding light was suddenly distorted, and the picture in front of him changed again.

Zenyuan Naoya was deep in thought.

Zenyuan Fan stood behind Zenyuan Naoya, and asked hesitantly, "What's the matter?"

The blond man suddenly came back to his senses, his voice was low: "...it's nothing."

Chanyuan Fan frowned and looked at him.

In the memories of this time, the walls around them are still pale, and there are windows, but they are nailed to death by iron plates, and the lamps on their heads emit cold light, which remains unchanged in these few memory fragments.

The surrounding furnishings are like in a ward.

On the bed in the center of the ward, a ball protruded from the quilt, as if a child was hiding in it.

There was a knock on the door.

The eyes of several people turned to the door at the same time.

The door of the room was opened, and the school doctor named Yosano Akiko in the information entered the ward with a blank expression.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but 99 Youji always felt numbness and exhaustion in her eyes.

"Hisaku Yumeno."

Yosano Akiko's voice was devoid of emotion.

The child in the quilt froze, and then a muffled voice came from under the quilt.There was a bit of desperate crying in this voice, and he cautiously hoped: "Can we not treat it..."

Yosano Akiko did not answer.

In 99 Yuki's sight, the girl's hand hanging on the side of the skirt slowly clenched until the whole hand turned white from the force.

The surrounding scenery changed again.

"here we go!"

What follows is not memory, but history.

Not far from them, the sweat droplets on Erduzhen's face grew bigger and bigger, and the scenery around them was no longer coherent, but became a quick flashback.

The old man was lying in the middle of the luxurious bed, as if out of breath, his eyes were wide open, and his hands with only a layer of skin left were grasping something in the air. The man in a doctor's coat slowly approached him, fingertips There was a flash of a blade.

A man in British costume stood on the top of the bell tower with a stick, looking down at the crowds surrounding the bell tower, and a violent flash suddenly erupted from the ground.

The orange-haired boy stood in front of everyone, facing rows of gunpoints, neither dodging nor dodging.

Inside and outside the huge yellow cube, the hands of the kite-eyed boy and the orange-haired boy overlapped, and the black and red light slowly spread from the joint of their palms.

The boy in the white plush hat slowly extended his hand to the man in front of him.

A woman in a kimono stood at the door of the black building with pale eyes, and a girl with dark blue hair stood behind her, with tears in her eyes, shaking her head and refusing to leave.

……

The noise in the ear is getting louder and louder, and the picture in front of me is changing more and more quickly.

The kite-eyed boy knelt beside the man in the beige coat, his face frantically blocking the blood flowing from his chest, his fingers soaked in the blood were trembling.

The white-haired boy was covered in blood, his chest and abdomen were torn, holding a strange book in his arms, he ran forward staggeringly.

The young man in the British detective costume was beaten to the side by the man in haori, his cheeks were slightly red, and his pupils were trembling.

The sky quickly turned bloody.

There are more and more corpses around.

The black-haired boy and the white-haired boy in suits passed sideways, blocking the wall of bullets swarming behind him, and the bullets that were too late to block shot bloody flowers on the black-haired boy.

The white-haired boy gasped loudly, blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, and the cover of the book in his arms was cut off by a sharp instrument, revealing the blank title page under it.

Blood gradually spread, dripping from his jaw.

Blood drops fell on the title page, and the blank paper greedily swallowed up the blood drops.

The white-haired boy spat out more blood, his eyelids gradually drooped, his body was on the verge of falling, but he still pushed forward.

Behind him was a trace of blood mixed with internal organ fragments, until he was on the verge of the limit and staggered to his knees.

In front of the dying boy, a three-coloured cat landed lightly and transformed into a man in British attire.

The white-haired boy struggled to raise his head.

The screen changes again.

Under the blood-colored sky, the Yokohama campus was surrounded by mountains of blood and dead bodies, dead bodies with stiff faces everywhere, eyes open in pain and reluctance.

The pointer on the clock tower points to twelve.

At the focus of the eyes of the dead body, the man dressed in England stood under the clock tower, holding a quill pen in his right hand that was so pure that it was completely opposite to the surroundings, and slowly wrote something on the page that swallowed the blood of the young man.

Intense light burst out from the pages of the book, covering the entire gloomy and desperate campus.

In the fierce but soft light, the corpses everywhere gradually disappeared, as if their existence had been wiped out of thin air, and the blood color in the sky turned back to a false azure blue.

The man's voice was indistinct among the noise.

"With the power of books..."

"...Let the existence called 'the past' be temporarily hidden..."

"Let's go to the future..."

In the complicated picture, the noise slowly climbed to the peak.

In the next second, the noise and the picture disappeared at the same time.

The Japanese room appeared before the eyes again, the sound of the gurgling stream came softly from outside the door, and the breeze passed by outside the door, peaceful and quiet.