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It was very gentle, like a sponge soaked in water, without aggressiveness and sharp edges and corners. If it was used to dissuade crying children, it would definitely make more progress after listening to it, but when Coulom heard that voice called The name shocked me.

"Boss..."

She looked up at the brown-haired boy who was talking. He closed his eyes and rested at some point, accepting her gaze with a peaceful expression.

She looked at him pleadingly, "...I won't use it to control Ayu..."

"As long as Yu Komori agrees to Colum, the possibility of her voluntarily choosing to die will become absolutely zero from now on, and she will also be able to get the happiness she wishes every day. She will just lose a little bit of freedom. You don't know very well Is that so, Sawada Tsunayoshi?" Rokudokuro followed Kurom's words.

Sawada Tsunayoshi shook his head and said gently, "I know, but I can't."

This sentence sounds like there is even a lot of room for negotiation, but when seeing his calm and firm eyes, Coulom felt the indisputable gentleness on the surface. She stiffened the soft smile on her face, beautiful There was an indescribably complex expression on his frail face.

In the distance, Skylark Gong yawned casually, as if he didn't care about what happened here.

"Kufufufu..." Liudaokuku, who was on the sidelines, smiled, and suddenly moved to Reborn, "It's the second time, and you still haven't taught him to use unscrupulous methods, Alcobaleno?"

Reborn took a sip of coffee slowly, raised his eyes slightly and met his gaze: "My students don't need make-up lessons."

"Well, this topic is almost over, let's start the movie quickly." Takeshi Yamamoto said, trying to ease the tense atmosphere, "If we quarrel for too long, Ayu will find out that we are arguing secretly here, she has always been sensitive to you illusion."

"What are you pretending, Takeshi Yamamoto, don't you agree in your heart?" Liu Daomui lowered his eyebrows, his strange face made his smile always look malicious, "Or, now you are determined to be a good person, Our smiling tiger and great swordsman?"

The temperature in Takeshi Yamamoto's eyes suddenly dropped, he smiled and said: "I just want to persuade you not to forget that today is to watch a movie with Ah Yu, and it's not too late to talk about other things later."

"That's right, Rokudo, you and Coulom are extremely impulsive." Sasakawa Ryohei said.

"Okay." Sawada Tsunayoshi raised his hand to stop Hayato Gokudera from opening his mouth to get involved, which would make their arguments endless, and the fundamental contradictions were irreconcilable differences.

He looked at Liudao Mu peacefully: "I understand what you and Nagi are thinking, Muku, but what I have to do now is to watch the movie with Ayu. And it's not so serious that this is the only way to go, don't do it Push away the matter of Ah Yu."

Liudao Mu slowly suppressed his smile, looked at him blankly for a while, and then suddenly showed a sharp smile, but obviously, he listened to their words, and the auditorium returned to the noise, and the layer covering the entire The illusion in the auditorium was removed.

Coulom lowered his eyes, quietly calming down the boiling flame in his body, and the girl's soft voice sounded in his ears:

"...What did Coulom just say? I'm sorry, I was distracted, I didn't hear clearly."

While talking, Komori Yu still scratched his head in wonder, and was distracted when he didn't know how to speak.

"It's okay, nothing important..."

Komori Yu: "Just don't miss Collom's words, I—"

She stopped talking suddenly, looked around in confusion, and looked back at the structure above her head.

"what happened?"

Facing Sawada Tsunayoshi's questioning eyes, Komori Yu muttered, "Is there any air leakage in the auditorium? There was a sudden gust of wind, and it was cold. I almost sneezed."

Takeshi Yamamoto glanced at the three illusionists sitting in a row from the corner of his eye, and laughed nonchalantly: "Is there any?"

"Especially, don't you feel it? It's that whizzing wind." Komori Yu also dubbed the wind himself.

"No, I didn't feel the wind at all." Takeshi Yamamoto looked at the people beside him, "Do you feel the wind?"

"It's extremely warm." Sasakawa Ryohei said.

Although Hayato was sullen, he shook his head: "No, you feel wrong."

The second half of the sentence was addressed to Komori Yu. She let out an eh and tried to prove it for herself: "But I just felt it. There was a strong gust of wind."

"Hmm..." Takeshi Yamamoto thought for a while, put his hands on the back of his head, and said heartily, "Is it because the exhaust fan is near your seat, Ayu. Do you want to sit on it?"

Komori Yu blinked, then shook his head and rejected his proposal.

"Forget it, maybe I feel wrong. It's better not to change it."

She doesn't want to sit with them. Horror movies are best for her to share with the beauties.Although they are all characters she likes, in reality, of course, being with beauties is more relaxed than being with men, and she will never be nervous at all.

Komori Yu leaned on Coulom's shoulder, thinking happily.

After ending this little episode that she didn't care about, the movie officially started to play—after the lights in the theater suddenly went dark, the movie that Komori Yu selected didn't have a fancy opening, and went straight to the point.

The beginning of the story is very ordinary, so ordinary that there is nothing new, boring and boring, it is the daily life of countless ordinary people——

The protagonist of the film is squeezed and exploited by the boss in the company, and the salary she gets is so meager that she can barely survive except the rent, water and electricity. Her rare time to relax.

In short, this is a miserable big factory animal living a boring life, an ordinary person among ordinary people.

So far, this is just a very boring story. The most famous mystery novelist will worry about how to make the plot interesting after reading it. Lanbo and Yiping have already yawned and fell asleep.

But Yu Komori still remembers that this is a horror movie, so she has been waiting for the horror to come, and even the current boring direction allows her to find out the weirdness from it, as if there are invisible eyes peeping in the dark main character.

This boredom is dangerous in her eyes.

Then, as the story goes, the horror set in.

It wasn't the restraint she thought it was, nor was it a conspiracy, but a sudden collapse of heaven and earth.

The protagonist is on the way to commute when an earthquake occurs—she is crushed under the twisted seat, her curled up body is squeezed in the small space, and desperate calls for help are heard from all directions, which seems a bit distorted across the floor.Listen carefully to those cries for help. They are screams, whispers, screams, and whispers. They are also the last unwillingness and longing of countless people for this world before they die.

But she didn't cry out for help.

Because her lungs were pierced by steel bars, it was as if Jie was trying to separate her head from her neck completely. Her lungs were also pierced through the middle by the steel bar that used to connect the seats. There was no muscle or adhesion on the left and right sides skin.

Because of the pain, her body trembled uncontrollably, her trachea was blocked by the upwelling blood, and she opened her mouth with only a slight breath sound and blood continuously overflowing from her mouth.

And her eyes grew darker and lighter until they were finally empty.

She doesn't move.

She is dead.

Based on their judgment—Hayato Gakuji frowned and said nothing. The picture shown in this movie is like a video recorder recorded the tragedy that happened and played it on the screen. This is no longer close to reality. But it is real.

Miura Haru and the others had already closed their eyes and covered their ears, not daring to look at the tragic scene on the screen. Someone let out a complicated sigh, which seemed to be the voice of Sasakawa Ryohei, and it seemed that someone was breathing heavily Voice.

The camera zooms away from the dead woman, who dwarfs, becomes insignificant, and blends into the ... corpses that criss-cross the subway.

Sitting on the seat, someone's throat was inserted by the shattered glass, and the ground opposite was full of blood spattered from his throat.Someone's face was bloody and fleshy, the traces of plum lipstick on the fleshy lips were stained with authentic blood red, and beside her drooping hand, the handle of a dark umbrella passed through the man's belly at a weird angle.The coins in the man's pocket rolled down, jingling, and stopped in front of a broken myopia glasses.

...In the subway—it may not be the subway anymore, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a morgue—ghostly and damaged corpses are everywhere outside the chairs.

The child wearing a small hat curled up in the arms of his mother, and was tightly protected by his mother under her body when the incident happened. She didn't seem to understand what was going on at all, and she was still crying softly.

While crying, she pushed her mother's once soft arm, wanting to hear the gentle comfort that always sounded in the past, but no one spoke, only the sound of blood flowing quietly outside her mother's embrace and the sound of the subway advancing.

The crying child paused on the screen for a few seconds, and the camera turned, and the scene came from the closed subway to the road on the ground. It should have been more open, but it looked crowded now.

Cars of various colors collided densely. In the distant view, they seemed to be crowded with dyed ants. The sharp whistles rang out overlappingly, but they were suppressed by crying.

Pedestrians on the road were run over by the out-of-control wheels, and the signal lights could no longer guide traffic when the earthquake happened.

The people in front of the screen could only see the scarlet blood gradually spreading from the overwhelmed signal lights, winding and seeping into the asphalt road, as if nothing had happened.

And the camera gradually turned upwards, from a head-up view to a top-down view, the zebra crossing split from the middle to both sides. After the earthquake, the crack in the middle was as dark as an abyss in hell.The surviving person touched his face with bloody hands, and before he even had time to take a breath, he heard someone around him screaming inconceivably and desperately.

"Look, the sun, the sun has fallen! The world is going to end!"

"Help me, save me, I don't want to die - my baby is still at home, I want to go back -"

"Is that... sea water?"

"Tsunami, that's a tsunami - run!!!"

At this time, the camera no longer stops in one place, but flies like a drone, faithfully recording the situation of the whole city one by one. It flies over the streets like morgues, and skips the deserted The park, the city fell behind it.

Earthquakes, tsunamis, solar eclipses, typhoons... This unexplained, sudden disaster happened so fast, so fast that many people were unable to respond, and some people didn't even scream Lost life.

The camera stopped on the window lattice of a two-story building in the suburbs. Komori Yu pursed her lips tightly. She didn't close her eyes or fear. She just watched quietly, watching the camera penetrate the glass of the window.

That room seems to be a study room. When you see the huge bookcases inlaid on the walls on both sides, the screen is zoomed in, and the bookcases are full of books. Some books have complicated and awkward English on the spine. It's about mathematics, and some seem to be about art or history.

Just looking at the cover, the colorful comic books are arranged in a messy manner to form a mountain of comics, piled up in the corner of the bookcase, the simplified and traditional characters are piled together, forming a very sharp contrast with the cleanliness of the bookcase.

Right next to the mountain of comics, a stack of sketches that should be sketches was pressed under an unreadable book, on which only traces of the date could be seen from the flamboyant signatures.That is a very special way of writing dates, not common numbers, but more similar to numbers in ancient Chinese.

Takeshi Yamamoto suppressed his smile.

"Liu Dao Mu, use your illusion to stop the playback!" He stood up, fingers stretched on the armrest of the seat, "This is A Yu's character."

Liu Daoku's expression was gloomy, and a trident appeared in his hand: "Illusions are useless for movies."

"I can't get into Ayu's consciousness, she's passed out!" Kurom said palely, his knuckles turning white while holding the trident.

"Master—I'll let the cow cubs fall asleep first, and when they wake up, they will only remember that they slept through the movie." Fran's expression showed no emotion, and his tone remained unchanged.

"Damn it, that damned pigeon is here?!"

Hayato Gokudera and Ryohei Sasakawa left their seats, and now only the chairman of the committee in the distance, the cold-faced first killer and the silent brown-haired boy remained motionless.

"What should we do now, Tsunayoshi Sawada?" Rokudoku looked at the brown-haired boy sitting silently on top.

All the eyes of the people in the cinema hall fell on him, but the brown-haired boy did not show the panic he should have at his age——

Sawada Tsunayoshi lowered his eyes slightly expressionlessly, and fixed his eyes on the screen that was still playing. There, he left the study room and stopped on the stairs just now, and the screen went up section by section, like There is something walking on the steps.

"Since there is no way to stop the playback, just sit down and watch it." He was very calm, so calm that he had reached an indescribable cruelty, "The curtain should end soon."

"Indeed, Ah Gang is right."

Takeshi Yamamoto closed his eyes and took a deep breath, suppressing the strong murderous desire surging up in his heart, and fell back heavily on the seat.

He smiled, but his eyes were cold and sharp: "Everyone calm down, keep reading." He repeated the meaning, as if reminding himself to calm down with this sentence.

The movie is still going on, and their ideas will not affect the story in the movie. The perspective has moved from the first floor to the second floor.

"Old Lin, open the door. Did you come into the kitchen while I wasn't looking? The house was blown up by you." A woman whose face was not clear appeared in front of the camera. She was wearing a casual white shirt with an overly long hem. The front was knotted casually, and the belt button of the jeans and the cuff buttons of the shirt seemed to use the same pattern on purpose.

There was no sound from inside the door, the woman casually glanced at the wall clock, raised her hand again and knocked on the closed door.

There were only two well-proportioned knocks on the door, and the door was opened from the inside. The tall man leaned boneless against the door frame. The dark circles under his glasses were as thick as if he had been beaten twice. All with traces of paint.

He yawned, the stubble on his chin made him look even more listless, like a savage running out of a cave: "I'm busy painting, I haven't even drank my saliva all day, and I haven't left the door. Fry the kitchen You have to ask that idiot Taro for this kind of thing, she is good at it."

"I heard it!"

The door next door slammed open, the man raised his eyes and sighed, muttering how good her ears are, and a half of a watermelon scooped out with a spoon appeared from the corner of the camera, as well as an arm holding the watermelon.

"Don't secretly say that I'm stupid and frame me while I'm not around, my ears are good!" The girl poked her head out of the door aggressively, and the familiar Miku doll in her hand with a double ponytail flicked along with her movements, "Even if I'm really stupid, it's also inherited from you, you say I'm tantamount to talking about yourself."

"Yes, yes, I am stupid, and you are also stupid. Our father and daughter are a duo of stupid people."

"Hmph, who and you are a duo of idiots, I am exactly like my mother!"

"You still want to be as good as my wife? Why don't you go to bed early today and think about it in your dreams? It's almost impossible with my genes."

"You!" The girl stomped her feet angrily, she almost raised the watermelon and threw a big stone in anger.

The woman said helplessly: "Okay, what are you two talking about cross talk. Be quiet, it's a headache."

As soon as the woman's voice fell, both the man and the girl shut their mouths instantly, and the man made a gesture of zipping his mouth at her casually. She couldn't help but smiled, but noticed the color stains on the man's shirt , Looking at the watermelon in the girl's arms, he frowned again soon.

"You two find a way to wash your clothes by yourself, don't even try to put them in the washing machine with my clothes."

The girl turned pale with shock: "No!"

"Rejection."

"No—Mom! Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, you are the best, I don't want it~!"

The girl hugged the woman's arm and walked a few steps forward. The woman avoided the watermelon in her arms in disgust, but let her rub against her arms like a cat.

And as she moves, her face gradually appears in front of the camera.

Looking at the familiar gentle face on the screen, Coulom subconsciously looked at the people around him, where the girl with her eyes closed had the same face.

Kurom seemed to be pinched by the throat, she stared at the girl on the screen in disbelief, "Why is there Ayu here?"

No matter how warm the plot in front of them was, none of them forgot the collapsed city just now.Her voice was almost a scream, and she felt her throat dry up.

"Is it a similar face?" Coulom asked others deceivingly, but the answer was given to her in the next second on the screen.

"Lin Yu!" The woman lowered her head and pinched the girl's face speechlessly. The soft white face was squeezed like dough, "If you dare to rub watermelon juice on my clothes, I will call your grandpa to do it again." Then you start running every morning."

The girl named Lin Yu obediently let her pinch her face, and blinked pitifully: "Do you really have the heart to face such a lovely person like me?"

The woman smiled: "It's very cruel."

"Woo." Lin Yu pretended to cry, "It is said that beauty swords kill people with swords and swords, the ancients are sincere and do not deceive me—"

The woman let go of her hand and smiled more gently: "Thank you, I'll call now." She raised her foot and was about to turn around and leave. With an expression on his face, he quickly retreated to the room and closed the door in one go.

Lin Yu, who was left in place, was so annoyed by the man's action that he stomped his feet on the spot, muttering "I don't want to show loyalty!", and then saw that the woman walking up the stairs really wanted to take out her mobile phone, and she hurriedly put the watermelon in the corridor on the cupboard, and catch up with the woman.

The girl ran past the window on the wall, and the picture outside the window also flashed on the screen.

Kurom closed her eyes, tears slipped out of her eyes, she had already guessed the ending, and it would be unbearable cruelty for her to continue watching.The film also seems to realize that such a slow progress is no longer necessary. Since all audiences have guessed the ending, they have to show them the climax of the end.

The plot of the story advances rapidly, the girl catches up with the woman, but she grabs the woman's arm, and the soft and coquettish tone has just uttered a sound before being distorted into a terrified scream.

The camera is shaking, and the two people in the story are shaking on the stairs-not they are shaking, but the whole world is shaking.

"It's an earthquake!" The woman reacted quickly, "Tarou, go hide over there, I'll call your dad!"

There was the sound of the door opening upstairs, and the worried voice of the man getting closer: "Is it an earthquake? Are you all right?"

The man's figure appeared on the edge of the stairs, his pupils constricted on the screen, and he seemed to shout something.With a violent impact sound, the lens suddenly turned black, leaving only the sound of rushing, like the sound of liquid flowing on the screen. In the huge auditorium, it was the only sound.

The sound rang for a while, the dark light came back on, and the scene of doomsday appeared on the screen.

Cities, forests, islands, underground, everywhere, there is only a deathly silence.

Perhaps it was the silence of death.

The city is dead.

The world is dead.

Humans are dead.

Creatures die.

The world has come to an end.

Not a single life survived...

and many more.

The screen flashed back to the stairs just now. The study, stairs, girls, women, and men were all gone. There were broken stones and ruins of collapsed buildings.

After the sound quieted down and nothing sounded anymore, the real body of the camera came from behind the camera to the screen - a white pigeon stood on tiptoe in front of the hand hanging down in the ruins with its light paws. The pigeon tilted its head curiously. Protruded neck.

The blood-stained head of the doll is reflected in the black eyes, and its beak is curved like a smile.

The screen freezes at this picture.

Then, new text emerged from the black screen:

"notice--

Toallitconcerns, notify all interested parties,

This noticeapprises, this noticeapprises,

The Hopelessdrama's Garden of Birds at this time,

Unfolding at birdyard. Happiness drama staged. "

The author has something to say:

*The final notice is a parody of the last verse of the Who Killed the Mockingbird nursery rhyme.

*Finally recalled the previous foreshadowing of the end of the world 5555. I held back for a long time, and wanted to say it several times.

*The style of the next chapter will be a bit strange, maybe more like a fairy tale?I imitated Wilde's fairy tale style and sense of nursery rhymes, tried my best to imitate, but my writing skills still have a lot of shortcomings (woo.)

30/1/22

It will be over tomorrow.See you tomorrow.