Red and black camp simulation game

"What time is it?" Nayue took off the sunglasses that Matsuda looted, and poked Hagiwara on his back with his elbow, "You should wear a watch today."

"Nine o'clock—yes, who told Xiao Zhenping to dismantle my previous watch. I bought this casually to check the time."

There was still half an hour before the appointment time on the note, and that month had already begun to be boring, so he simply leaned on Hagiwara and thought for a long time before he remembered it, as if he hadn't seen Zhu Fujingguang all morning.

"Hiro-kun probably didn't sign up for the sports festival," Nayue raised her chin and shook her head, thinking, "Could it be that you went to cheer for Zero-kun? No."

"You-tame-ran," Hagiwara Kenji joked with his voice, "If it wasn't for Xiao Zhenping who ran the 100 meters in a few seconds, I wouldn't be able to go to the finish line and call him 'Jinpei-chan, come on' .”

"Then he might break the record and beat you up for being the first to come to the finish line." Nayue nodded thoughtfully, "It's a good idea, you can try it in the swimming meet."

"...Let's think more about my life, Xiao Nayue." Hagiwara straightened up speechlessly, when he heard someone calling him from behind.

"Hagiwara-san, an instructor is looking for you," a boy they didn't know came over and said, "It's in the firearms training hall."

"Do you want to work as a coolie again? There's no way," Hagiwara sighed, put on his coat and waved to Nayue, "Then I'm leaving, remember to congratulate Xiaozhenping for not breaking the record later."

"The peculiar childishness is really enviable." Nayue muttered and put the sunglasses back on, and stood up and patted his pants, "Forget it, just go to the 500-meter parade to find Hiro-kun and the others." Kill the time."

But on the way to his destination, he met Zhu Fu Jingguang with a dignified face.

"That month, did you see Zero?" The black-haired young man frowned in distress, "I'm about to check his number, but he hasn't come back from the toilet yet."

"Go to the bathroom?"

"Ah, I guess it should be. He told me in the morning that the clothes he took with him didn't seem to fit well, and now it's too late to go back and change them, so I borrowed one from another classmate." Jing Guang explained, "——Zero took I should have gone to the toilet to change my clothes, but I haven’t come back after almost 10 minutes.”

"Couldn't it be just changing the whole body's equipment by the way...Two 10 minutes?" That month's complaints were just out of the mouth, and something was wrong, and after a pause for a few seconds, he slowly turned his head and looked at the pair of blue eyes, "Where did he go?" .”

Jiang Gu Ling is a very self-disciplined person, his time planning is almost the same as that of the player in the month - except for sleep time - it is impossible for him to be late or absent, let alone in this kind of situation. Regarding matters related to the honor of the class, Furutani Ling's sense of responsibility is absolutely impossible to allow him to hang around outside for such a long time when the game is about to start and not come back.

He could only have been tripped by someone else, or had an accident.

"I'll help you find him," Nayue showed that childish helpless expression again, "I'll let him come back to participate in the competition on time later."

After turning his back to Zhu Fu Jingguang, there was a cold look in those red pupils almost instantly, which made the police want to arrest him.

He still held the note in his pocket and rubbed it twice, and walked towards the nearest teaching building without hesitation.

The infirmary is at the corner of the third floor. Since the medical teachers will be on standby directly on the playground during the sports festival, the infirmary that is often visited by people is very quiet at this time. When I ran all the way up that month, I didn’t see anyone. His heart sank gradually, but he slowed down when he saw the white door open a crack.

Just standing in this corridor, he could smell an uncomfortably strong rusty smell, Nayue stared at the doorknob for half a second, and pushed it away.

There was almost no clean place on the ground to set foot on, but Nayue stepped on the red one without hesitation, a small splash of water splashed around his feet, and he slowly squatted down.

[A corpse: from your lovely and lovely contemporaneity, is it surprising or not? ]

[I was stabbed four or five times by an unskilled guy, it seems that I died in my sleep due to excessive blood loss after being drugged, there is no sign of struggle]

[A blood-stained group photo is probably not auspicious? ]

Nayue picked up the photo with a blank face. It was taken by someone else after their fellowship ended last night on the rest day. It was also the only group photo of the six of them. Nayue sat with her mouth curled up because she felt that training time was wasted. On the sofa, Matsuda and Furuya grabbed his hand and pulled it back and forth. The squad leader stood behind the sofa with his hips akimbo, and Kenji Hagiwara and Jingguang Momofuku sat on the floor in front of the sofa and smiled and clinked glasses of wine. One copy of the photos came out, and Nayue simply used them as CGs and inserted them into the pile of Sherlock Holmes collections.

In this photo, the faces of everyone around were dyed red so that they could not be seen clearly, only the red-eyed boy in the middle was still sitting firmly with a disgusted expression.

He stretched out his hand to turn over the still warm corpse, and that handsome Chi Mian's face with his eyes tightly closed was palely imprinted in his mind.

Let me tell you a bad joke, this might be the whitest time in Jiang Gu Ling's life.Nayue lowered her eyes and poked his somewhat elastic side face.

The corpse modeling in this game is really exquisite. No matter how he looks at it, he can't find any mistakes that will make people play... well, there is one less bug that can be reported.

That month, she scattered her thoughts aimlessly, poking Jianggu Ling's face with her fingers again and again.

The blond No.1 who came to the dormitory this morning and asked him to go to the playground with him is now a corpse that he can play with casually, how unpleasant.

The movement of poking his face stopped, Nayue clenched his fists tightly, and a sense of frustration that he had never felt before swept over him.

He is still too far away from Mr. Ranpo. If it was Mr. Ranpo, he would know what the prisoner was going to do as soon as he saw the note. Between eyebrows.

He was going to be swallowed by the anger from the heart, Nayue thought, even Zhu Fu Jingguang was in the sea of ​​fire that time, he could break in unscrupulously and bring back his friends intact, but it is a pity that the one who died was not He who can read files, but Jiang Gu Ling whose body is still warm.

"You chose a great way to piss me off, you won." Nayue smiled into the air twice, with a soft tone as if whispering in the ear of a lover, "I can't help it, I have to take the initiative to send a commission to myself Sent you to hell, little mouse."

[Trigger side mission: Jiang Gu Ling's death. ...]

There was another sound from the corridor at the door. Several people were walking here. When they pushed the door open, Nayue's hand had already pinched the fruit knife stuck in the corpse's chest. When he pulled it out, the rusty blood splashed all over his face. Both are.

"What's the matter, come to the team building in the infirmary?" Nayue stood up slowly and turned to look at them with a knife dripping with blood.

"...zero?" Zhu Fu Jingguang stared at the corpse with wide eyes in disbelief. Half an hour ago they were still arguing about whose clothes to borrow to change into. Little, Zhu Fu Jingguang was so dazed that he fell to the ground with his head.

"Well, yes, it's him." Nayue nodded, and calmly pressed the fruit knife against the protruding artery in her neck. The expressions of the four friends who were at the same time on the opposite side suddenly became terrified and panicked, as if someone had rushed up It was time to hold him down, but that month didn't see who it was.

Jiang Guling's blood was still stained on his face, and the black-haired boy stood on the scarlet ground and laughed softly: "Friends, see you later."

He cut open his neck forcefully without hesitation, the system immediately declared death, and that moon's eyes gradually darkened.

[You are dead, do you want to load the file? ]

[yes]

That month opened his eyes in the dormitory, this is his latest archive - before going out at six o'clock in the morning for the sports festival.

"Dong dong dong—" the blond young man who knocked on the door smiled and greeted his friend who came over. "Morning, aka, let's go to the playground together?"

That month stood at the door of the dormitory and looked at him with a strange look for a while.

"Cough cough cough... Good morning, Mr. Zero." He coughed twice, then smiled and said, "Okay."

"Have a cold?" Jiang Guling looked at him worriedly.

"Well... probably because of the season change, it's okay." The young man shook his head nonchalantly, "Speaking of which, do you want to go back to your dormitory and change clothes before you go down? Isn't this uncomfortable to wear?"

"Ah...it's a bit." Jiang Gu Ling frowned, "Okay, then you can go to the playground and wait."