Yokohama High School of Magic

The dog curly spine subconsciously stretched out his hand, and his body, which was still warm but lost all the ups and downs of breathing, leaned on his arm.

The white-haired spellcaster didn't understand what was happening.

He hugged Atsushi Nakajima and raised his head blankly.

In front of him, the young man with a white plush cloak had a smile on his lips, without the slightest aggression, and looked at him politely.

The boy said:

"Hello, Goujuan."

The tone is polite and elegant, like the young master of your family who walked out of the banquet.

But the boy in his arms did indeed lose the beating of his heart.

The dog curled spine's expression was still blank.

...Atsushi Nakajima...is dead?

In just a few seconds.

As if he was slow to notice what happened, the pupils of Gou Juanji trembled, and the murderous intent and sorrow spread like a sea.

He jerked down the zipper at his neckline and yelled at him:

"life for a life.

He suddenly lost his voice.

The eyes gradually became chaotic, with killing intent and despair on the verge of death, but also helpless self-blame and hatred.

At the end of Qingming, he struggled to hug the white-haired junior from another school tightly in his arms, fell forward, and fell heavily on the ground, completely losing consciousness.

Fyodor took a light step back, avoiding the two white-haired boys who fell forward.

Behind the dog curly thorn, a syringe was stuck in the back of his neck, and the medicinal liquid in it disappeared.

"Sorry~"

The clown was humming a weird tune intermittently and incoherently, and he could barely make out that it was a weird requiem.

He stepped forward, exerting slight force with his hands, trying to push away the dog curly thorns on the ground, but even though the latter had fallen into a coma, he still firmly protected the corpse in his arms.

"..."

A sigh.

The dog curly spine that was clinging to the boy in his arms was forcibly torn away, revealing Atsushi Nakajima and the strange book in his hand.

The title page of the book is blank, and the book cover is full of Atsushi Nakajima's blood.

The chaotic footsteps gradually left, and on the concrete foundation covered with blood, two white-haired teenagers lay there quietly.

At this time, there are still ten minutes before twelve o'clock.

Fu Heihui stretched out his fingers, and without realizing that his arms were trembling at the moment, he put his knuckles on the tip of the dog's nose.

There was a soft gasp.

Like the rest of his life after a catastrophe, he breathed a sigh of relief, resting his forearms on the ground, his forehead even broke out in a cold sweat.

However, beside him, Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes beside Atsushi Nakajima, silent.

After a while, he stretched out his hand and gently closed Atsushi Nakajima's half-opened eyes.

"..."

The joy just now disappeared in an instant.

"The 'book' has been taken away." Osamu Dazai stood in front of Atsushi Nakajima's body, "We are late."

His voice was flat, without any emotion.

Fu Heihui opened his mouth, unable to speak, "..."

"Did you know." The kite-colored eyes moved to the left and lightly cast towards Fukurohui, "In Yokohama school, there are only three people who are qualified to meet the 'book'."

"Natsume Soseki, Nakajima Atsushi."

In the eyes of Kei Fukuro, Osamu Dazai had a calm expression, and said the last name:

"Edogawa Ranpo."

The skin that touches the paper hidden in the cuff felt delusionally hot.

"I don't care who you are." With a hook of his fingers, the black light pistol was supported by his white fingers.

There was a sharp sound of loading, and the black muzzle slowly moved up, aiming at Fu Heihui's back.

boom.

The bullet passed through Fu Heihui's ear, and traces of blood ooze from the tiny marks.

Behind him, half of Lalu's body was bloody, and at the last second he was about to dodge the bullets heading towards his chest.

"Go to the clock tower and find Teacher Natsume."

Osamu Dazai held the gun very steadily.

"Give him the 'key' to restart the clock."

Clenching his fingers on the dog's uniform for a moment, Fu Heihui took a last look at the young man on the ground, stood up quickly, suppressed his urge to look back, and ran towards the tall clock tower in the middle of the campus.

The violent wind whizzed by my ears.

The strong smell of blood spread to the tip of the nose together.

There were corpses all around his feet, and the stiff but soft touch hindered his movement.

Fu Heihui could hardly see the surrounding scene, only the broken bell tower kept enlarging in the center of his pupils.

A few white pigeons circled and circled alone on it.

There is the last way to turn everything around.

The line of sight flickered for a moment, and the broken clock tower and the whirling white pigeons all disappeared.

The pitch-black muzzle took away all vision.

Fu Heihui stumbled to a stop, because he ran too fast just now, his chest seemed to be on fire, and there were scorching sparks in his panting.

Countless gunshots surrounded him, and the face of the man in black was numb and cold, with madness as if it was a last-ditch effort.

"You have a book on you, don't you?"

Fu Heihui spat out the dry blood from his throat, but calmed down more and more.

His tone was rogue: "No."

"Then what are you doing in the bell tower!"

The black jade dog jumped out from the shadow under his feet, and bit the bullet that was shot at Fu Heihui.

"I want to run." Fu Heihui's tone was inexplicable, his face full of bewilderment, "I can't get out of the main entrance, so I can only try the emergency passage."

However, the man in black who fell into madness could no longer listen to his words, and fell into his own world paranoidly.

"You are a traitor!"

"It's all because of you traitors! Let the Yokohama school become like this! How do you want me to explain to the higher up!! I will be killed by them—"

"Who cares if you confess or not."

An impatient Fu Heihui interrupted him.

"If you're really scared, just commit suicide. Whoever has the loudest voice will survive?"

One after another, dead bodies appeared in front of the eyes, and the skin where the white paper touched became hotter and hotter.

The black-haired boy had blood between his teeth.

"...with no guilt, a dirty and disgusting person..."

The person carrying the last hope of all members of the Yokohama campus slowly raised his hand in a 'full image' gesture.

—— "Don't get in my way!!"

A huge white elephant appeared out of thin air, and let out a high and long elephant cry.

The overwhelming bullets formed waves.

In the sea of ​​blood, the white elephant fought with the waves.

Surrounded by dozens of people, the young man ignored the wound on his body, and only saw the moving figure in his eyes, with a crazy look on his face, which was different from the one opposite him.

The calf was pierced, but the pain felt a bit abnormal.

Fu Heihui paused, and looked down. There, the sole of his foot was firmly pierced by the black ten fingers that stretched out at no time, so the whole calf could not move.

The man in black opposite him let out a smug and ferocious laugh.

"go to hell!!!"

The pure white rabbits were pierced by the bullets, and blood bloomed in the air. In front of the overwhelming wave of bullets, the number of rabbits blocking the bullets decreased rapidly until only the last few layers remained.

There are still many men in black on the opposite side.

In the face of death, Fu Heihui suddenly laughed.

He held out his hand in a gesture of surrender.

"Ah - quit."

The boy drew out his tone.

In the next second, all the white rabbits standing in front of him disappeared, and a bunch of bullets passed through his body without hindrance.

In mid-air, the disappearing white rabbit turned into a nue with spread wings. The huge masked beast grabbed the white page of the book with one foot, and the glass bottle shaking the blood-red liquid with the other.

It spread its wings and flew high into the air.

Conjurers are crazy.

He fell backwards exhausted and slammed heavily on the ground behind him. The black-haired boy's mouth was filled with blood.

But in his chaotic pupils, under the blood-colored sky, Nue spread his wings high, broke through the block of white doves, and circled towards the phantom sun.

high.

high.

Nue, who was hovering in the bloody sky, lowered his stubby neck, and his round pupils revealed everything about the Yokohama school at the moment.

Corpses in uniforms of different colors lay on the ground, a woman in a kimono was pierced by several spears protruding from the ground, and the upper body and lower body of a man in a white coat were separated.

Tears slipped from the corners of the dark blue-haired girl's eyes, soaking the blood on the side of her face. She cried silently while running forward.

The streaked boy in a black suit staggered, but stood in the middle of the body of the man in black, every time he gasped, there was a mist of blood.

The white-haired boy lay flat on the ground, his eyes closed as if hiding the moonlight, his expression was calm, and gradually lost his warmth.

The black and white mantra looked around in a panic in the empty training ground, yelling something loudly. In his arms, a palm-like hole was opened in the chest of the orange-haired boy.

In front of the dilapidated teaching building, two girls from the Tokyo school supported a black-haired girl who had used too many spells and couldn't even walk normally, and walked forward with difficulty but tenaciously.

despite this.

No one looked desperate.

Despite the surging tide of grief, with the wishes of the dead, everyone is holding on to walk on the road to dawn.

Can't be weak.

Can't go back.

A three-colored cat sat quietly on the tip of the ruins of the clock tower, raised its head, and looked at the hovering Nue Yao.

Gao Ming pierced the sky, like a star breaking free in the middle of the night.

The blood on the hands of the man in the British outfit had dried up, and he took the white 'key' lightly.

Amid the howling wind, Natsume Soseki's expression was flat and quiet.

In his right hand, the white feather is pure, and the tip of the pen is stained with ink made of blood, gently writing on the pure page.

There is a soft rustling sound between writing and writing, but it is very clear in the not-quiet Yokohama school.

"Use the power of books."

"Hiding the existence called 'the past'."

The 'tent' covering the Yokohama school began to shatter and gradually spread, as if the chicks were emerging from their shells.

——"Let's go to the future."

Someone sighed.

The blue light broke through the blood color.