Sanae stood up, a little groggy in consciousness. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Even though it seems like the situation has changed, in fact, this feeling of drowsiness is more comfortable than the previous situation.

Compared to that,I can't even realize myself.,Let alone the state of things built on top of that.,It's so lucky to feel drowsy.。。

Look around

The vision is blurry, not in a physical sense, but rather an adjunct caused by something tumbling inside the body.

There were no street lamps or anything like that, but today's moonlight seemed to be exceptionally bright and cold, so even in this case, Sanae was able to distinguish the surrounding scene a little.

This is probably the land that was forgotten a few years ago when it wanted to build a factory and then gave up for some unknown reason.

The reason why I say it is probable is because except for the almost dilapidated and dilapidated factory not far away, the surrounding environment is completely different from what I remember.

What used to be a place with a few crisp weeds, and what seemed to be more of a children's secret base than an abandoned wasteland, has become a hellish scene.

The ground was littered with ridiculously twisted steel bars and large pieces of odd-shaped cement, and the originally flat earth was scribbled with thunder as if it had been used as drawing paper by the gods on top - the land was turned over, torn into pieces of charred black puzzles, and some even took on the shape of glass melted by the heat, circulating with moving colors and exuding dangerous heat, even distorting the air.

This is definitely not a consequence of fighting. In other words, it is more appropriate to do this than to fight, but to act as a natural disaster.

Such a scene is almost as if people's consciousness is about to be sucked away, and the color of human civilization is wantonly smeared clean here, and then the traces of mythology and weirdness are painted. The traces are so profound that it is impossible to believe that there is a human city not far away.

"It hurts so much......"

Sanae, who saw this scene, just glanced at it casually and withdrew her gaze, as if she had seen a newly bought vase in her own home, and although it attracted some attention, she was no longer interested after just a glance.

Sanae didn't realize how strange her mental state was, and all her attention was now on her abdomen.

"Woo......! \"

A sudden sharp pain hit, and Sanae couldn't help but get up because of this too severe pain.

There is a strong feeling left in the abdomen.

Sakiya's blow perfectly shows the murderous artist's art of killing and the delicate technique of being mean to cleanliness.

The silver knife thrust from Sanae's back, piercing through her body, from the tail vertebrae of the tail vertebrae to the heart, but it did not touch the internal organs and intestines at all, and the cut wound seemed to be stopped by some force, except for some blood gushing out at the beginning, not even a little blood flowed out after that, but the wound bloomed like a trumpet flower.

If you want to describe it, Sanae's body at this moment is like a schoolbag with a zipper opened, and the scene inside is like an ornament on display.

If someone can be lucky enough to see the girl's privacy, which no one usually has the opportunity to see, I wonder if they will feel happy. In short, it shouldn't be like seeing a short skirt blown by the wind on the way to school and peeking into the secrets inside.

But the girl's secret didn't last long, and not long after Sanae's sight was cast, the place where it was originally a wound, a white plasticine-like thing gushed out, but then it was like encountering some force, and the speed of the emergence became slow, and it was difficult to repair the opening.

"Really, if you don't go to school tomorrow, you can't go to school tomorrow, and you should be able to cover up the past by changing into loose clothes, which is really thanks to the willful blessing of the eldest lady of the Kashiwazaki family, and students are not allowed to wear private clothes to school in ordinary schools.

In fact, she didn't know why she was here, she didn't know what was going on with the injuries on her body, let alone the strange clothes on her body, in short, Sanae didn't know anything about her condition or the environment she was in. But even so, she had no doubts about all this, and accepted it all as a matter of course, whether it was the horrific injury or the strange muddy white thick matter on her body. All she cared about was whether she would be able to go to school tomorrow and that her stomach hurt.

"This guy is still alive, are you going to kill her?"

A somewhat familiar voice came from beside her, and when she looked up, a high school girl who looked a little indifferent, wearing her school uniform, was standing there, and beside her was a strange guy on a motorcycle wearing a motorcycle helmet and a black leather coat all over her body.

The question just now came from the mouth of the high school girl with long purple hair. However, Sanae waited for a long time and didn't hear the strange person wearing the motorcycle helmet reply, and when she looked up, she found that the high school girl was looking at the smartphone in the motorcycle mob's hand with a disapproving expression.

"It's a real problem...... It's a school, and if it's recognized, it's hard to explain it to your family. ”

Sanae muttered to herself, enduring the anxiety that even her internal organs were being tightened and the tingling sensation caused by the recovery of the wound, and staggered to her feet.

Battlefield Hara looked at Sanae who was holding her stomach and swaying and standing up, and didn't recognize that the strangely dressed girl in front of her was her classmate, and her face was blocked secondly, and the most important thing was that Sanae felt completely different at the moment and the temperament on her body at the moment, it was an indescribable sense of chaos, if you didn't look at her face, even Sanae's parents probably wouldn't be able to recognize her here.

"Excuse me, can I go?"

Sanae asked politely and distantly, although she still seemed to be clutching her stomach as if it was in pain at first, but it was only in the time that Battlefield Hara and Ser submitted a few words that she had returned to her standard and elegant standing posture, as if the painful expression just now was an illusion, and there was not even a trace of trembling in her voice.

"Hmm......"

Battlefield Hara had an indifferent expression, anyway, she just followed Sailti to see the fun, to be honest, she didn't care about Sanae's affairs at all, but since she was asked by Sanae like this, she didn't want to show weakness like this, this is what Battlefield Hara cultivated in the years when she encountered crabs and lost weight, like a sickly vigilance and confrontation with everyone.

"That's not going to work."

Just as the battlefield was about to respond with a violent word, a gentle voice with a slight smile came from behind her.

You don't have to look back at the battlefield to know who the person is coming, and the guy who can speak so softly that he wants to vomit disgustingly, except for the self-proclaimed exorcist, who still has a sun umbrella at night, there is no one else.

"You can't just walk away~"

Repeating his own words, Kazami Yuka looked at Sanae Dongfengya with her head bowed with a smile.

ps: suffered,Unconsciously there was another wave of abuse of Miao Ye.,Should there be a Miao Ye chef to beat me?,Actually, I didn't mean it.,I think this must be the spicy and miserable result of Xu Lun's abuse of the jojo comic recently.,I unconsciously followed the trend.,So I'm just an innocent follower dog.,It's all Araki who is wrong.,Who let him abuse my wife.。

PS2: Well, I'll make up for what I owe this week, try my best......