Investigators choose to throw the script in a shredder

Seeing that the plan was in shambles, the inner man whistled and walked away, pretending nothing happened.

To be honest, he didn't expect that Atsushi Nakajima's acquisition plan would be hindered, and he was sad for a second for the loss of the omnipotent npc.

Osamu Dazai didn't expect that the first thing he would do when he came back was not to catch up with friends he hadn't seen in three years, but to give anti-fraud publicity lessons to younger generations who had no roots.

It can only be said that this group of investigators had enough fun, and even Osamu Dazai did not dare to let his guard down on them easily.

kp: This is the so-called..."The wicked need the wicked to grind".

"Chuya, why didn't I see you when I came out, where did you go to play..." Weisu leaned over with a bitter face, the tip of his nose moved slightly, he smelled the smell of hot pot on his drinking buddy, and instantly became refreshed, "Why are you on your body?" It smells like Sichuan hot pot! Who did you eat hot pot with behind my back!?"

Hunter has the look of a devoted family Italian who suddenly finds his wife fooling around behind his back, even hanging their three-year-old from a ceiling fan.

[kp: Your mental activities... well, it doesn't have to be so detailed. ]

[Weisu: This is a normal rp. ]

"Don't worry about whatever you're thinking," Zhong Yuanzhong also threw the pink lump to Weisu, and said in the tone of a parent buying a toy for a child, "Here, Connor brought it back for you."

Weisu took a look and felt that the hand felt a little different, and asked: "Why does it feel...a lot flatter?"

"Isn't that natural?" Zhong Yuan patted his crushed hat on his hand, trying to save its once three-dimensional and handsome shape, "The car is limited to three people, but it is crowded with six people plus Two foxes, it would be strange if they were not squashed."

Seeing other people walking by with strong spices, Russians miss their lost vodka.

Speaking of which, what happened to the fox that bit through his hip flask?

"Hey, the drainage operation is complete, and the silent drying program is running..."

"The drying process is complete, please leave the cabin."

The hospitality robot with a silver body opened the cylindrical tank neatly, and gently poured the person out of it.

"Looking forward to your next use (—▽—)/."

His long, fluffy brown curly hair is spread on the ground, and the electronic equipment connected to the human body declares his existence. He is obviously a living person, but he is as quiet as dead.

"I guess you feel good now," Dia pushed his hair with the cap of the ballpoint pen, and glanced at the monitor next to him, "The vital signs are stable, and the brain function areas are normal. Don't pretend to be dumb for me. Your heart and lung function to vocal cords They can all be used normally... Or do you need to give you a name before you are willing to cooperate with me honestly?"

Dried Front Canned Goods:  …

"OKOK, let me think of one for you," Dia squatted down, and poked the other's brow with the tip of the ballpoint pen, "Recently everyone is talking about The Legend of Zelda, so I'll call you Serlindo... 'Vision Serrindo', what do you think of this name? Half of it is the name you used before, isn't it considerate?"

The person who received the name propped up his upper body with his arms, his golden eyes shone with broken light: "...you killed my mockingbird..."

"It's a reaction, that's great, so I don't have to destroy you~" Dia took a while to react, "Oh, have you ever had a split personality, sorry I don't know, but if you are honest, don't run away If you go out, there will be no sub-personality, and [-]% of the burden of splitting belongs to you."

"However, I didn't expect you to have a good impression of your own sub-personality. The rebellious period and Garth's puberty came at the same time?"

Serlindo gradually adapted to his current body, stood up from the ground, his long hair hanging down to his waist: "The main personality is dead, and I am the secondary personality."

Dia consciously praised the venue and said "Wow~" and clapped his palms twice: "Congratulations, you have replaced the master personality."

Celindo: ...

Although he already knew that Dia was not a good person, and what he did was not even humanly capable, but Dia's words still refreshed his cognition.

"Could it be that you are still obsessed with the main character, so you resent me?" Seeing Serrindo's reaction, Dia couldn't help rethinking his answer, with a bit of surprise in his tone, "You are still a Machiavellian now Do you still like to look up at the starry sky?"

"..." Serlindo pushed back his excess hair, looked at Dia and said, "Do you still remember that he likes astronomy?"

"Of course," Dia nodded. "Your way of thinking, intelligence level, and hobbies... are all formed by the gene fragments I inserted into you. This body is no different from your original body. It is natural to continue your hobbies." .”

Celindo: "..."

It would be foolish to expect the man to have even an iota of self-awareness.

"Kacha Kacha", the sharp scissors swiped a few times on Serrindo's long hair and cut off a lot of hair. The curly brown hair was as soft as sheep's wool.

"Since you have to work when you come back, your body is not free," Diya said while cutting his hair, "I have no problem with the current snow mountain, but the people who went up the mountain recently seem to be very concerned about the existence of the snow mountain. I’m dissatisfied, I even smashed the cooling stones, and if I let them move around the snow mountain, I really can’t hold on.”

"What do you want me to do?" Serrindo asked.

"It's not a troublesome thing," Dia said after cutting the last strand of long hair, and threw the scissors aside, "Just do what you have been doing before, it doesn't matter what method you use to get rid of the people in the snow mountain now, poison It doesn’t matter if you kill them or torture them, recovering their lives will subsidize the snow mountain’s losses.”

The man in the mirror has brown hair and golden eyes. His originally long and curly hair has been cut thoroughly, and his appearance is closer to a round inch, refreshing and neat.

"Of course you don't want to, and I won't force you," said Dia, forcing a purple earring into Serrindo's well-shaped left ear, "with the help of my dear friend Ellis , I accidentally found a way to simply use human resources, so you have to protect your own consciousness—or is it more in line with your aesthetics to use 'soul'?"

Dia's brows and eyes curved: "You have to be careful, this little gem is your entire soul. Although I used ore with excellent hardness to make the shell, it will ascend to heaven if it is crushed~"

Burying gunpowder in the human body is not only dangerous, but also impossible to achieve immediate results, but storing small bombs in a gemstone is different.

Dia is sincerely grateful to Ellis for providing him with the method. Although his original intention may not be to use it to manipulate disobedient and dangerous chess pieces, but the so-called technological progress is such a thing, and it is not uncommon for the real object to be very different from the original invention. thing.

"Please~" Dia handed a thick list of characters to Serrindo, and took out one from it, "Of course, Ellis is not allowed, he is mine, pay attention to the four words "property" You don't need me to teach you, do you?"

Celindo looked at the young man whose beauty couldn't be weakened even if photocopied on paper, and took over the rest of the list of characters.

It doesn't feel thick, just like the weight of those people in his heart - not too heavy, and it doesn't feel like there is no sense of existence, it just exists.

It doesn't matter.

His birth stems from human greed, his freedom is bound in place, his love has long since left him, and the only thing he can hold is his own hand—no, there is no hand to hold anymore.

The man-made heart is nothing but barrenness.

The investigators came to the snow mountain for the tenth day.

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

As if realizing that he was under attack and responding, the weather in the snow-capped mountains turned bad overnight, and the vast and heavy snow kept falling, as if desperately trying to make up for the missing part caused by yesterday's short-term warming.

The investigator who was almost buried alive: XD.

At this time, I am very envious of the dense group with its own mobile home.

Atsushi Nakajima hugged his arm and shivered: "Mr. Dazai, can I, can we go down the mountain? If we stay any longer, I'm afraid that the blood in my body will be frozen..."

"Of, of course!" Dazai Osamu was also blue from the cold, "Also, we must move faster and leave now! Before the last boss of this snow-capped mountain can react, leave here—"

Oda Sakunosuke performed better than these two, but he was still confused: "But, if you want to leave the snow mountain, don't you need to get safe access time from that hotel? That's why Mr. Ranpo..."

"Someone has already asked about the safe entry and exit time, there is no need to waste resources twice..." Osamu Dazai looked at the van parked not far away, "I don't want that wicked guy to earn two shares for one piece of information .”

In the luxuriously decorated lobby of the hotel, Tavel in a slim uniform was tidying up the table at the front desk.

As the minute hand passed by one frame, Tavier changed the position of the moving goblet and rearranged it. Repeating this meaningless activity was his whole day.

"Squeak—ah," the door of the hotel was pushed open from the outside, and the violent wind mixed with snowflakes poured into the room, but it disappeared without a trace when it invaded the center of the hall.

Tavel put on a business smile, but took it back when he saw the visitor, and changed to another expression that seemed to be a half-smile: "I haven't seen you in three years, Hui you have grown a lot taller."

"You are still the same as before." The young man with messy hair came in and closed the door. "I'll forget it. Others will think you are provocative when they see your expression now."

"Received, I will make adjustments later," Tavel took out a clean glass and placed it on the table, pouring golden yellow wine like honey, "Is there anything I can do for you? For Hui's sake Come on, it can be as free as this glass of wine."

"..."

Fu Heihui shook his head, looked at Tavel in front of the counter and confessed: "I don't want to drink, Mr. Tavel, I want to ask you to save Mr. Wutiao, his body has begun to collapse."

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

"You really gave me a problem, Hui," Tavel put down the bottle in his hand, and looked at Fu Heihui seriously on the opposite side, "You should know, my trading principle is that once it is sold, it will not be sold. Responsible, I have no reason, no need, and even less possibility to help Gojo Satoru solve his physical breakdown caused by not being able to afford the need for eyeballs."

"I know," Fu Heihui didn't insist, but said, "I came to Snow Mountain for this reason, and traded me for the disappearance of the sequelae of Wutiao's use of eyes."

"...Didn't you come to the snow mountain because of your parents?" As long as Tavel thinks, no secret in the world can escape his eyes and ears, including Fu Heihui's use to persuade Gojo Satoru to bring him with him Reasons to go to Snow Mountain.

"That was to deceive Teacher Wutiao. In order to deceive Teacher Wutiao's mind reading skills, I asked someone to hypnotize myself at the time. It seems that Mr. Tavel didn't notice at the time." Fu Heihui was quite frank with Tavel, " I don’t remember the faces of my parents now, so it’s impossible for me to come to the snow mountain for them.”

"So that's how it is. You came here to find me. It's an honor."

He spoke humble words, but Tavel's face was gradually changing, his short black hair faded and elongated, and things like transparent tentacles crowded out the original position of his head.

"It is more convenient to use this posture for large orders, whether it is to collect rewards or to give goods." Tavel's voice is no longer human, but replaced by a more high-pitched and illusory weird tone. "Of course, the other two Guests, please take a seat, I think you are also here to do business."

[kp: Looking directly at the incarnation of "Tavier", the san value check, success 1D4, failure 1+1D6. ]

[kp: sulfur g san461D100=39 success]

[kp: deduction of sanity 1D4=3]

[kp: Sulfur remaining san=43]

[kp: Weisu san631D100=55 success]

[kp: deduction of sanity 1D4=2]

[kp: Weisu remaining san=61]

After going through a lot of things beyond common sense, the investigators were far calmer than they imagined, and the shock they saw when they saw something inhuman was even smaller than Fu Heihui's surprise when he suddenly found out that these two people were created out of nothing. .

Liu Ke didn't talk to Tavel who had punctured them immediately, but looked at Fu Heihui: "Are you acquaintances?"

Fu Heihui: "..."

Fu Heihui nodded slowly: "Yes."

[kp: Sulker Psychology 801D100=? ? ]

[kp: Weisu Psychology 201D100=? ? ]

The hunter, who was not enthusiastic about interpersonal relationships, was all focused on the honey-colored wine on the table, and his head was briefly confused.

However, Lioke did not miss Fu Heihui's rare emotional leakage - there is a saying that the more poker-faced a person is, the more conspicuous his expression is, and he is undoubtedly pointing at Fu Heihui.

Fu Heihui genuinely regards Tavel, who is obviously inhuman in front of him, as a family member, and his concern for Tavel is equal to his feelings for Gojo Satoru. "It's not just talking.

"Then, please state your needs," Tavel touched the fingertips of his black gloves and faced the others, "Let's make a deal."

The heavy snow prevented the investigators from going out, so they had to raise the ceiling of the igloo while raising the height of the low end inside to prevent it from being submerged by snow.

In the igloo, Chuya Nakahara adjusted his hat under the guidance of Haruto Shiraishi.

"Sure enough, high-end hats need to be maintained even more," Qihai Mei raised a head from the side, "It can't be saved if it's squeezed like this."

"Can it be saved with styling mousse?" Matsumoto Jiro ran over with a bad idea.

"It should be fine to apply glue." Nanami Mei rubbed her chin.

"It's impossible to even think about it, you two idiots!" Zhong Yuanzhong, who was already irritable because he couldn't save the important hat, became even more irritable when he heard the sarcastic remarks of the two, "Besides, stay here and write your thesis. Is it over, Nanami Mei!"

Mei Nanami clutched her chest artificially: "Wow! One hit is sure to hit!"

"And you," Nakahara Nakaya looked at Matsumoto Jiro, who was watching a play all over his face, "Victor was still looking for you just now, does it have anything to do with you that the food he put in his car is running low?"

Jiro Matsumoto touched his nose: "...Doesn't it mean that I can take the things in the car with me if I put the key here?"

"That's not the case! You said that your snowmobile was damaged by hail and lent you the key!" The white-haired Maozi had keen ears, and immediately rushed towards Matsumoto Jiro, "Give me back Da Lieba!"

"Don't be stingy, I will pay you back double in the future."

"'After'? The last time you asked me to borrow clothes, you said inflation, and you only gave me back a piece of fabric!"

Nakahara Chuya: ...Why do these people compare with each other?

[kp: Central Plains Chuya inspiration 901D100=13 extremely difficult to succeed]

When the investigators were making melons and eating melons, Zhongyuan Zhong also felt a chill run down his spine, as if he was taking a nap in the African grass, without turning his head, he knew that he was surrounded by hyenas, with the same sharp determination and murderous aura.

[kp: Central Plains Zhongye reconnaissance 901D100=7 is extremely difficult to succeed]

150 meters away from them, at some point, a tall man stood. Because of the wind and snow and the distance, the face and physical features of the man could not be clearly seen, but there was a faint purple flash on the head of the man. .

When Zhong Yuanzhong was also secretly on guard, he saw the other party raised his left hand in their direction.

"&%#..." Fengxue covered up the other party's words, only a few syllables came in.

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

Debris, gleaming with distorted light, poured into the igloo along the trail of the wind.

Zhongyuan Zhong also grabbed the things at hand to block the entrance - he didn't know what those tiny things were, but his intuition told him that those were by no means harmless toys like "cold fireworks" that Weisu liked!

Just seeing it makes alarm bells go off in my mind!

Nakahara Chuya's sudden action caused the people in the snow house to turn their attention to him.

"What happened?" Shiraishi Qingren looked up blankly.

Nakahara Chuya opened his mouth: "Wei outside..."

"Peng!" The roof of the igloo was punched through from the outside, and the shattered parts spread out in a spider web shape, forming a gap just the size of a human face.

But the person who destroyed the igloo had no intention of showing his face, he just let go of his fist—the debris in his palm distorted the light, and ran towards everyone in the house equally.

[kp: Nanami Mei dodges 501D100=39 success]

[kp: Matsumoto Jiro dodges 801D100=44 success]

[kp: Shiraishi Haruto dodges 601D100=72 failed]

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

Qihai and Matsumoto had sharp eyesight and quick hands, even if they didn't know what those debris were, they didn't want to be stained with them.

Baishi Qingren's reaction was a bit slow, and he could only watch the debris rushing towards him—his field of vision was suddenly dark, and the soft high-grade fabric covered the place that was about to be ground with the debris, covering Baishi Qing's eyes. Human eyes, but give people an unparalleled sense of security.

"Are you here to provoke?" Nakahara Chuya held Haruto Shiraishi under his arm, looking at the gap in the snow roof with a bad expression.

The fine crumbs sprinkled all over him.

The mysterious man showed the upper half of his face there, looking at them indifferently.

— as if looking at a group of corpses.

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Suddenly found that I update very little this week...

感谢在2022-09-1301:08:14~2022-09-1423:34:43期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 60 bottles of Achuan wine; 4 bottles of crab sake; 1 bottle of Gu Gu Gu Da Zi and Luoshui [-]th Street;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!