Yokohama High School of Magic

Huge explosions kept ringing in my ears.

Broken pieces of meat mixed with white bone balls, soaked in blood, the original campus has turned into a meat grinder.

The red sun above the head is hazy, just a halo that has lost its heat radiation, hanging high in the middle of the bloody sky.

The people in front of Yi Gu Youtai are both familiar and unfamiliar.

Familiar because he did know them, and they were still facing each other even before the accident happened.

Strange because the few people in front of him don't know him at all.

"who are you."

The weaker girl put one hand on her hips, looked sideways at Otoko Yuta, "White uniform..." She looked away and glanced at Edogawa Ranpo: "What are you doing again?"

Edogawa Ranpo snorted softly, "I'm the one asking this question."

"so."

Okura Yeko's eyes shot at Otoko Yuta in a flash, and the cold killing intent mixed with it made the latter pause.

"Are you also an outsider who broke in with those people?"

The 'outsiders' in her mouth refer to the dead bodies around her.

All eyes casted together, making Yi Guyoutai subconsciously frown.He is still in confusion at the moment, and he can barely guess from the actions of the 'clown' and the conversations of the people in front of him: the present may be the past of the Yokohama school.

His eyes wandered for a moment, "...No."

For some reason, Yigu Youtai's intuition told him: If he told the truth, he might be killed by them in turn.

Suehiro Tiechang, who stood silently by the side, kept his eyes on Otoko Yuta, as if he finally confirmed it after observing for so long, he hammered his left hand with his right hand, and said firmly: "Otoko Yota."

The silver-haired haori man turned his head sideways, and his sharp eyes swept over Otoko Yuta for a moment.

Yi Guyoutai choked when his name was called out accurately.

It was also before, for some reason, my popularity in Yokohama seemed to be extremely high.

...But now is not the time to pursue this.

He looked at the opposite side with depressing eyes.

"Oh—the crime is more serious." Okura Yezi didn't look back, but Yigu Yuta heard a smile from her voice, "Not only betrayed the upper class, but even hid the experimental subjects, I should order to kill you all

"—after the revolution."

The girl with the single ponytail waved her hand, and the blade made a 'snack' sound in the wind.

The men in black on the opposite side formed an impenetrable human wall, and rows of black holes pointed their guns at several people.

Looking in a daze, the muzzles of the guns were the same color as their black suits, as if they were facing a wall of muzzles.

Dressed in white, Otogu Yuta grasped the samurai sword in his hand, secretly clenched his back molars, and rarely felt the sense of imminent death.

……Too many people.

Not only that, but the bullet on the opposite side seems to have added a magic formula, speed, and strength. Just blocking the next blow, Yi Gu Youta's tiger's mouth was bloodshot.

It is a terrifying 'curse' that makes people shocked why it exists.

There is almost no way to resist it head-on... unless you run away now, but...

He subconsciously glanced at Edogawa Ranpo.

The boy in the detective costume stood beside him, noticed his sight, seemed to hear what he was thinking, and said in a mocking tone, "Where can I escape?"

There are cold muzzles in front of and behind him.

The surroundings were blocked by men in black, leaving no gaps.

The white dove hovered in the sky, and the black bean eyes reflected the people surrounded by black.

They are like scattered islands, floating in the middle of the black ocean.

"come on!"

Okura Yeko raised the tip of the knife, as if she didn't know the crisis of the situation at the moment, her laughter became louder and louder.

"Useless boys! Come on!

"Please me with your blood!!"

The overwhelming bullets seemed to be an oncoming wave, with the sound of death.

The frail girl rushed into the crowd of men in black, dodging most of the bullets that shot at her.

A small bullet hit her body, and blood blossomed, and the blood that bloomed stained her face, and she licked it away with the tip of her tongue.

Fukuzawa Yukichi's haori floated in the air for a moment, and was pierced by fine bullets. The silver arc flashed by the tip of the knife and the burst of blood dripped on both sides of the haori.

Unlike the two who went deep into the bullet net, Suehiro Tiechang took a quiet look at Edogawa Ranpo, but took a half step back, raised his hand to protect the latter behind him, and blocked all the incoming bullets for him.

"..." Edogawa Ranpo's expression was awkward, but also mixed with unspeakable ease.

"Thanks, but go help the president. Natsume-sensei is here too."

"I won't be able to help you much later, even if"

— It doesn't matter if you die.

Obviously Edogawa Ranpo didn't say the second half of the sentence, but this sentence subconsciously surfaced in Otoko Yuta's mind, making him look sideways like a conditioned reflex.

Under Otoko Yuta's dazed gaze, the black-haired boy in military uniform seemed to be persuaded by Edogawa Ranpo, paused for a second, nodded silently to the latter, and rushed towards the dense crowd.

……why?

Yi Gu Youtai felt that he seemed to understand a little bit, but he couldn't fully understand it.

He just subconsciously took over what Suehiro Tiechang did, and stood in front of Edogawa Ranpo.

"What are you doing! Didn't you hear what I said, go help the president!"

The boy who had only met Yigu Youta once had an irritable expression.

Yi Guyou blocked the bullet with too much difficulty, "Then you want me to watch you die?!"

"So what!"

The answer behind him gave him a pause.

"So what if I die?!"

The young detective who was originally considered exhaustive finally revealed his suppressed emotions, unreasonably like a child, yelling at him—or an unknown existence: "Because I am 'Edogawa Ranpo' ?! So I'm different from everyone who died tonight?!"

"The top priority now is to break through the siege and guarantee the delivery of the 'book'!"

"It doesn't make any sense for you to save me!"

Yi Gu worried too much.

He was at a loss to find that he couldn't find words to refute.

The emotion in his heart was indescribable, but he was so sour that he couldn't speak.

This is the first time that Yi Gu You too deeply realized that this is a revolution.

Not a few pages written in black and white on the material, nor a few lines of understatement in conversation.

This is the 'revolution' that the Yokohama school has really experienced.

No one was in a playful mood, and everyone was determined to die - for the "future" that might not come.

Yi Guyoutai clenched the handle of the knife until his trembling knuckles turned white. He forcibly suppressed the desire to look back, raised the knife, and stepped forward to meet the sea of ​​blood intertwined with black and red.

All you see are enemies.

The cold muzzle and the silver blade.

Amid the dizzying smell of blood, the wind of bullets passed by his ears.

As if realizing something suddenly, Yi Guyou came back to his senses too suddenly, and shouted backwards: "Edogawa!"

The abdomen of the detective-looking boy was bleeding rapidly, and behind him was a sharp knife raised high.

He swung his knife so fast that he didn't even have time to react.

Even though he was at the door of death, his expression was the same as before, without the slightest panic, and with innate pride.

Until, in Otoko Yuta's dilated pupils, the silver-haired man in haori stood behind Edogawa Ranpo at the last second.

The world seemed to hit the pause button.

"..."

Drops of blood fell on Edogawa Ranpo's forehead.

The young detective was stunned, and slowly raised his head.

——Crash into the sharp but gentle silver vision.

The blood spread on Fukuzawa Yukichi's forehead, and the feather was cut off from it, split into two halves and fell lightly to the ground.

"You are Edogawa Ranpo."

The eyes of the being who was regarded as a beacon by the young detective were quiet, reflecting Edogawa's trembling and frightened pupils.

"To me, that's all."

——'Because I'm 'Edogawa Ranpo'? !So I'm different from all the people who died tonight? '

Ranpo Edogawa was the same as everyone who died tonight.

It's just that in Fukuzawa Yukichi's mind, the young detective named 'Edogawa Ranpo' is slightly different.

The silver-haired man raised his head and looked around quietly.

The black-haired young man in military uniform was covered in blood, he couldn't tell whether it was his own blood or the enemy's blood, he raised and lowered his hand almost mechanically, every time he breathed harder.

The girl with the single ponytail stumbled and fell in the opposite direction after being hit by the bullet at her side, but it seemed that the pain caused by the blow made her chaotic eyes clear a little. She laughed again and raised her head high. knife.

The men in black seemed to be endless, coming from all directions, stepping on the corpses of their predecessors, quickly filling the gap created by the fighting.

no solution anymore.

Yi Guyoutai spat out a mouthful of blood, swiped his knife almost numbly, the hot and moist blood splashed on his face, but the next enemy came forward as if he didn't know any fear.

When a person is about to die, it is hard to tell whether it is a sense of sorrow or more regret.

He may have some regrets.

Because of the attitude of the magic world, the youngest super conjurer showed rejection and vigilance towards everything in the Yokohama school.

The surrounding scene seemed to pull down his arrogance.Tell him that not only him, but others are going through the hell of wanting to die.

Use the lives of countless people to stack up the way to the light.

Yigu Youtai's eyes were blurred, and the man in black gradually turned into a black patch in his eyes.

There were some humming noises in my ears.

Until a deep voice pierced the darkness.

"Field Expansion"

"President!!"

For the first time, the originally childish voice trembled in extreme panic, "Your current state simply cannot—!!"

——“【Man is not made by man】”

Light filled the field of vision.