"I'm so unlucky."

Shangjo looked at the three blades of the electric windmill that sparkled in the sunset,Muttered to himself,Because the school rules prohibit night tours,So basically, the train and bus in the school city,The last train is at the end of school.。

Didn't catch the bus.,I had to walk slowly on the hot shopping street.,A guard plane qì人通guò上条beside him,In the school city,The shape of the guard machine qì people also looks like a big iron bucket with wheels underneath,The function is similar to a mobile crime prevention monitor。

At first, it was originally improved by the puppy-type machine, but the puppy shape was too easy to gather children to watch, causing difficulties in moving, so this kind of operation machine qì people eventually changed to the shape of an iron bucket, well, this reason is actually quite funny.

And after a long journey, the boy finally returned to his happy home, before the sun went down to the door of the dormitory, the strange thing is that the dormitory is almost empty, maybe because of the weekend, everyone went to the street to play crazy relationship.

From the outside, it looks like a typical suite-style student dormitory, with square buildings, doors neatly arranged along the corridors on the walls, metal handrails connected to iron rods, and no plastic panels for "anti-voyeurism", because this is a men's dormitory.

The dormitory is longitudinal and extends to the front, and the entrance and the balcony on the other side are on the side from the direction of the road, that is, between the dormitories and the dormitories.

Although the gate has an automatic locking system, there is only two meters between the adjacent dormitories, and as Intex did this morning, it is easy to jump through the other dormitories to break in.

Enter the gate, pass through the warehouse that used to be the caretaker's room, and take the elevator, which is even narrower and dirtier than the one used to move goods on the construction site, and the "R" button for the roof is written on it, which is sealed with iron plates, one by one, to block the group of Romeo and Juliet who come and go on the roof every night.

At this time, the elevator made a metallic sound like a microwave oven, stopped on the seventh floor, rattled and slowly separated to the two sides, impatiently pushed the elevator door and walked out of the elevator.

Although it was the height of the seventh floor, there was no building wind, and perhaps it was the oppressive feeling caused by the dormitory next door being too close, which made Kamijo feel more stuffy than flat ground.

"Huh?"

Kamijo finally found out that at the far end of the straight corridor, at the door of his room, there were three cleaning machines, and it was rare for all three to gather in the same place.

This dormitory is equipped with cleaning machines qì people,There are only five in total.,These three cleaning machines qì people are vibrating back and forth at a certain frequency.,It seems that it's cleaning a very dirty piece of dirt for some reason.,Shangjo has a bad premonition.。

The cleaning ability of these big iron bucket machines can be uprooted even by the chewing gum that sticks to the floor. What kind of dirt is it that makes the three planes fall into such a bitter battle? Could it be that Motoharu, the next-door neighbor who pretended to be a bad boy in order to abandon his virgin, got drunk and spit up on the ground using the door of my house as a telephone pole? Thinking of this situation, Kamijo shuddered.

"What the hell is it?"

Humans have a stupid ability to be curious about something terrifying, and the boy couldn't control his feet and walked forward one step at a time, one by one, and finally, he saw the thing.

The wonderful maiden Intix, fainted hungry.

"Ugh"

Although some parts were blocked by the machine qì people and could not be seen, but this white monastic uniform lying on the ground, the safety pin shining, anyone who looked at it knew that this guy was not on the ground again.

The three large iron buckets kept hitting Intex with their bodies, but she couldn't move, which was really similar to the scene of being pecked by crows in the city, and it looked pitiful enough.

In fact, the sweeper should know how to avoid pedestrians and obstacles, which means that even the sweeper doesn't treat Intex as a human being, which is really miserable.

"Ah, this is?"

Then Kamijo realized that Intex was lying in a pool of blood, and for a moment, Kamijo felt not shock, but doubt.

I was just blocked by the sweeper, so I didn't see it, Intix, who was lying on the ground, had a horizontal wound on her back near her waist, the wound was very straight, as if it had been cut out on corrugated cardboard with a ruler and a blade, and the front end of her waist-length silver hair was also neatly cut off.

Even these silver hairs were dyed red by the blood flowing from the wound, and for a moment, he didn't even think that it was "human blood".

One minute before and the next minute, such a big gap in reality made Shangjo's thoughts fall into confusion, are these red ketchups? Intix, who was so hungry that she almost fainted, used her last strength to squeeze out the ketchup to eat? This imaginary picture is so funny that Kamijo can't help but laugh.

However, how can Kamijo laugh if he can't laugh one by one?

The three sweepers rattled and moved back and forth, cleaning the dirt from the floor. The red liquid that flowed from Intix's body and spread on the floor looked like it was being used with a dirty rag to rummage the wound and suck everything out of Intix's body.

"Stop! Stop! Damn it!! ”

Uejo finally recognized the reality, and hurriedly hugged a cleaning machine qì people gathered next to the seriously injured Intix, but the cleaning machine qì people were very heavy in order to avoid being stolen, and with full horsepower, it was really difficult to pull away.

Of course, the cleaners were just cleaning the "dirt that was spreading on the floor" and didn't actually touch Intix's wounds, but in Uejo's eyes, they were like flies gathered on rotting wounds.

Although Kamijo has done his best, there are three of them, and it is really difficult to pull them all apart, and when dealing with one of them, the other two will move towards the "dirt".

Even a man who can kill a god is at a loss, and even such a toy has no way to deal with it.

"Damn! Damn it! ”

Shangjo, whose head was in a mess, involuntarily roared: "What the hell is going on, what are you kidding!" Tell me which guy did it! ”

"Huh? We "magicians" did it? Not? Mmmmmm

The voice that came from behind suddenly didn't come from Intix, of course.

Kamijo turned around hard, in a posture of being about to step forward and fight for his life, the elevator was empty, but there was a man standing quietly at the exit of the escape ladder next to him, he seemed to have come up from the stairs.

At this time, it occurred to Kamijo that this person was a magician, and it seemed that this place had become another "different world", and here, the special role of a magician was saved.

Kamijo could see at a glance that although he still didn't believe in the word "magician", the person in front of him obviously couldn't think about it with the common sense of his own world

And not far from the boy and the mysterious magician, in the shadow of the corner of the street where it looks like a typical suite-style apartment, there are three figures standing quietly: a black-haired young man dressed as an office worker, a blonde nun with a childish face, and a girl with an explosive body.

“”

Among the three of them, wearing a T-shirt and jeans with no pants on her left foot at all, barely within the normal range of clothing, the sword girl Shen Crack bit her lip, and there was a trace of deliberately hidden worry in her calm eyes.

Hanging from her waist like a pistol, the Japanese sword, which is more than two meters long, exudes a chilling killing intent, although you can't see the blade in the scabbard, but just looking at the black scabbard that is like the pillars of the old Japanese martial arts house, and the black scabbard that depicts a lot of history, you can know that this knife is not small.

"It's not your fault, God Split."

As if seeing the guilt of the split, the black-haired young man, that is, Xiao Bai, comforted softly.

“”

Shen Crack still didn't say a word, but the hand that held the Seven Heavens and Seven Swords trembled gently, showing the waves in the master's heart.

"It's going to be fine, definitely."

Xiao Bai showed a bright smile, then avoided the intricate glance that came from the direction of the Divine Crack, and looked down at the little nun beside him who was biting the chicken leg.

In the dark street, a few stray wild cats seemed to smell the fragrance and walked over with cat steps, and the little nun blinked her eyes, squatted down, tore the meat from the roast chicken leg one by one, and fed the little animals piece by piece.

It wasn't until the cats began to meow over a bone that she took out her handkerchief to wipe her oily fingers and wiped her eye sockets with the back of her hand.

"Your Highness, aren't we going together?"

"It's not time yet, it's not time for me to play."

Xiao Bai shook his head noncommittally, and at this time, the sunset on the horizon dissipated, and when the stars came out, the starry sky at night became brighter, making his eyes flicker unnaturally.

"I also want to see the mysterious thing that the boy insisted on, called the miracle."

The little nun yawned and nodded heavily.