NCCnovel Chapter 49 49
Chapter 49 49
It wasn't until she ran a long distance that Ueno Aki collapsed against the wall, her heart beating almost crazily, and her eardrum touched a long-lasting hiss as if it had exploded, screaming in terror It was suppressed deep in the throat, but still couldn't help trembling in the dark pupils.
At this time, the sound of near and far footsteps came from the depths of the corridor. The sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the ground was light and elegant, but in the girl's ears it sounded like a countdown to sex.
The footsteps finally stopped in front of her.
Her remaining rationality screamed and fled crazily, but her body seemed so weak that she didn't even have the strength to tighten her fingers.
A slender and beautiful hand, whose fingertips were dyed with a scarlet color that was more intense than porcelain white skin, gently held her face, and the preparation that was limp on the ground was extremely obedient to follow the opponent's strength to lift her up. To begin with, they were a little too close, and the distance that was close to eyelashes made the girl who was forced to look up at each other's extremely beautiful face stiff like a stone statue.
But strangely, she stopped trembling, and the panic and uneasiness of nothingness became unreal like a dream suddenly gone away. Her lips trembled weakly for a few times, but she found that she couldn't speak at all.
The visitor smiled happily and bent a pair of beautiful cat eyes, and said softly: "Did you see, they know each other, classmate Jing Hao and..."
The girl struggled feebly like a kitten: "Please...please..."
"Mr. Arnold."
This name is like some kind of strange switch. As soon as it appeared, the girl who was barely able to calm down suddenly widened her eyes. In the imagining of fear, her body seemed to regain strength suddenly, and she desperately wanted to struggle against the shackles, but it was useless.
The person who came came even closer, their foreheads were almost touching, and the fine pink hair brushed against the girl's cheeks, with a kind of tenderness that almost crossed the line.
She held her face, her intoxicated expression seemed to be looking at a priceless treasure.
"The message that friends have to send with their lives finally fell into their hands. Those who hold hope will die one by one until no one has such naive thoughts. This is not a game of killing each other. It's a drama where our lives end at their brightest and then come back to reality."
"Because despair shines so brightly when hope crumbles."
She stood up, the angle of the backlight made her expression a little secretive, but her voice was full of smiles, like a kind of gentle encouragement.
She stretched out her hand again to Aki Ueno who was staring at her blankly - but not to help the poor girl, she gently handed out a dagger without a scabbard, carefully put the sharp blade Putting it in the palm of the hand and leaving a safe handle, the girl looked dazed and helpless.
"Go and become a new hope," she said with a chuckle, "let those domestic animals living in cages wake up from their comfortable dreams."
A trembling hand slowly held the handle of the knife, as if completing some kind of ritual handover.
Her voice became more cheerful: "There is no beauty in killing people with a baseball bat. I believe you can do better."
The girl holding the dagger as if she was holding onto hope hung her head in silence for a long time, and then responded softly with an 'um'.
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Yong looked at the letter in the elegant handwriting in his hand for a long time.
Some words were slightly smeared as if they had been dripped with water, and the trace of "I'm afraid" crossed out twice almost penetrated the back of the paper. He could almost see through the letter that he was sitting at the side of the table. Gritting his teeth and crying, holding back the fear, he wrote down the letter stroke by stroke.
The contents of the letter were mostly metaphors, rather than telling everything concisely. Her attitude was vague and contradictory, as if she wanted to tell him the truth, but also hoped that he would have no clue about everything.
Yong sighed, carefully folded the letter paper and put it back in the envelope, after thinking about it, he sealed the letter tightly in the drawer at hand.
Judging from what Enoshima said earlier, his status as a special recruit made him pushed to the forefront by an invisible force as soon as he entered the school. The best thing he can do now is to try not to get involved in these things, and completely hand over these bizarre cases. To the police and the school, besides, this time the case has nothing to do with him, so it makes people even more suspicious.
But he couldn't do it.
Because she said to him: You will be hope.
He can never refuse the hope of others.
As it has been countless times.
It was evening, and the sky was a magnificent orange-red, surrounded by falling cherry blossoms, making the entire Hope Peak a bit illusory.
A yellow cordon was drawn up around the entire cherry blossom forest, and hurried policemen passed through the forest from time to time.
Although it was already April, because of the fever, Yong still wore a thick scarf. Even so, the coldness still couldn't be controlled from the depths of the bone marrow and penetrated into all the limbs.
What a coincidence, he thought, rubbing his nose, and plunged into the woods.
There were not many police officers. After completing the on-site evidence collection, they left some personnel to search the woods, hoping to find some other clues, and more police officers went to the class where the deceased was to check her personal connections.
Yong was very lucky to avoid most of the police and came to the place where the body was said to be found. As the possible first crime scene, the scene was unbelievably clean.
After a day of fermentation, the blood oxidizes and turns black. It is almost invisible on the already dark tree trunk. All traces are buried by the falling petals. It is as beautiful as a sleeping princess here.
He thought for a while, then suddenly frowned and squatted down to push away the petals at his feet. He opened his hands and touched the ground to grope for a while, but found nothing.
——Whether it's dragging traces or tiny footprints.
The information he can obtain alone cannot support a complete and well-founded reasoning, and he is not a natural detective like Kyoko Kirikiri who has an extraordinary perception of all details. Difficult for a man who lives in a simple and violent world all year round.
Having figured this out, Yong's expression was a little sleepy. He held onto the tree trunk and pulled the tightly covered scarf. Before he could let out a sigh, a face with a bright smile appeared in front of him out of thin air. , startled him.
Yong: "...Komaeda-senpai."
The mood of super high school grade luck that suddenly appeared looked good: "Ji Hao-kun, yesterday's dumplings were delicious."
The other party's words brought his memory back to the day before, and inevitably recalled some scenes that he didn't want to think about, so he was about to fool around and leave quickly. Out of the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of a black leather notebook in the hands of this 'lucky'.
However, it seemed impolite to ask about the other party's personal belongings. He thought about it and decided to say goodbye, but the other party still keenly noticed the slight stagnation in his eyes, so he smiled and raised the notebook in his hand: "The one I picked up just now , maybe Jing Hao is interested in something."
Yong raised his eyes, and there was a gentle smile in his eyes: "It's still..."
"It's the police's investigation notes." The senior interrupted him, and spread out the notebook in front of the gray-haired junior, and said in a calm voice, "It records everything from the murder in the equipment room to the cherry blossom festival incident. , and some interesting commonalities.”
Yong subconsciously marveled for a moment, it turned out to be "super high school-level luck", even this kind of important and confidential notes were able to be picked up, and then he was a bit slow to realize the meaning of this note and what it meant. information that may be conveyed.
"Student Jing Hao, please investigate with me," Komaeda Nagito frowned, "Maybe you will find something interesting."
Nagito Komaeda obviously read the notebook, because he acted as if he was very sure that there was a connection between the incidents that broke out after the school started, which is the same as the " What they're trying to express coincides.
But at this moment, he thought of the warning that he didn't know when it was rooted in memory.
The voice that seemed to be Amin told him to stay away from Komaeda Nagito.
Since it exists in memory, it is not unreasonable. Although it does not make sense logically, it is always better to be cautious.
He thought about it, and decided to refuse, but at this moment, a figure appeared far from the edge of his vision.
The figure after the flower rain was a little blurry, the warm orange Twilight leaned over and kissed him, that figure seemed to be covered with a layer of tulle, which was so gentle that it was unreal.
But with just a blink of an eye, that figure disappeared, as if it had never existed.
For a moment, Yong couldn't tell whether it was his hallucination, but his heart jumped inexplicably and abruptly.
So the words of refusal floated around on the tip of his tongue, and then turned into a yes when he uttered it.
The white-haired senior handed over the notebook with a smile, as if he had received an unsurprising answer.
At the same time, the school principal Wu Qieren received a third letter, which also appeared by his side in an impossible way.
—from a collection of poems.
This collection of poems in the original language is obviously very popular with the owner. Its pages have gradually accumulated a kind of quaint dark yellow due to time, and there are smooth annotations beside the poems, which are not inferior to the complicated and fluent English. Flipping through it for the first time makes the owner very familiar with all the details of this collection of poems.
But just now, he discovered that this book he was extremely familiar with had changed.
The last chapter praising freedom became blank, and a line of correct typography emerged in the middle of the paper, which seemed a bit out of place with the entire beautiful collection of poems.
——[Outsiders] must be stopped, otherwise everyone will die.
The author has something to say:
emmm...Actually, I was writing about the biggest desperate event==
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Hehehe, thank you little angel =3=
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