BGM: Heavy Speech (Yu Jia)

In the pure white room, the bright light was extinguished, and it was pitch black because there were no windows.

Quezheng was forced to lie on the bed alone, his mouth was sealed with duct tape, his body was bound by cold and hard iron chains, and at the same time, the hunger and emptiness from his abdomen also made his eyes black, and he wanted to fall asleep like this.

Akigami went to school.

According to Magpie's assumption,Even if it's a special place like a school park.,Since it's a school-like facility,It's only natural that students need to go to class.。

The mood of the peers is that they must not pay attention to this side, after all, if they are all students, they are going to class? Although the previous feeling was not obvious, it could be clearly captured when the sense of peeping disappeared, and even the magpie could vaguely sense the disgusted expression and unwillingness of the peeping person who did not know the appearance, someone who had confronted and even fought with him, when the surveillance was canceled.

Well.. Why is perception so strong?

Magpie clearly felt that something had changed in his body, but the illness was born from the heart, and the immediate crisis was more important.

One end of the metal pen, that is, the sharp tip of the pen, has been pierced from the back of the palm of the magpie's left hand at a strange angle, and the entire tip of the pen has not entered it, and at the same time a little head is exposed from the palm of the hand, and the cold light of the metal seems to be clearly visible in the dark.

I don't know if it's because I can't bear to start.,Or if it's because of the hurry.,Anyway, even if it's for the sake of making a show for the classmates of the autumn god.。。。 This wound is also very troublesome.

Magpie felt that his luck had run out not long ago, but this wound and the two small holes in his thigh were also a chance to escape in another sense, and he was not without hope of lifting the skirt of the goddess of fate again.

。。 So it's better to leave as soon as possible first, no tight-knit organization can let a guy like me with a hidden enemy and an unknown identity get in, just like Akijin said before, once I am discovered, I will cause them huge trouble.

Magpie twisted the back of his hand desperately, pressing the wound against the chain and rubbing it continuously, his legs making similar movements, but because they were tightly tied, the range of movements was too small to achieve the effect of blood flowing.

The extreme pain caused by the masochism constantly stimulated the magpie's nerves, the surface of the iron egg was not smooth, the rough iron rubbed against the soft flesh and the blood vessels that could be clearly seen under the cracked skin, and the whole metal pen shaft shook around, and finally fell out of the wound.

The pain and the smell of blood, like an alternative stimulant, mixed with the two, rushed into Magpie's mind, making his whole mind clearer, at least through the bursts of severe pain, he could really feel that his body was close to running out of oil and the lamp was still a little stronger, and he could feel the truth of his own life.

Magpie tortured himself with extremely awkward and inhumane movements, and his expression became bloodthirsty and cruel for a moment, and the next second he regained his calm and indifference, as if he had not destroyed his own body, and he silently tried to break free from the shackles in the darkness of the long silence.

I haven't eaten or drunk for a long time, and I didn't fall asleep last night. This has made his body weakened - and as to why he has to run even then, with explanations, then one of the most basic questions about incarceration has to be touched.

So there is an entry and exit, and as long as there are still human beings, then there will be a time to go to the toilet.

There is no clock in the room, and if there is, you can't see it. Magpie had been timing his heartbeat, so he could probably tell it was close to noon.

And from a physical point of view, I haven't been to the toilet for nearly two days, which is very fatal in every sense - assuming,Although,It doesn't happen according to the picture,But,It's just a hypothesis.。。 Once Miss Autumn God really decides to save her life, and at the same time keep herself as a pet, in order to prevent herself from poking out some moths to seal her mouth. - Once she really stays so naturally that she forgets that people have to form metabolism, then the scene will definitely become very embarrassing and become the black history of her life.

I can't help but [beep ——] in front of cute girls, so I might as well die!

So all this is a last resort, a last fight under force majeure... It's not serious, and the success rate is basically eight or nine times out of ten.

Although the red blood cannot be seen directly with the naked eye (I don't know where the glasses were taken when I was unconscious), I can roughly judge the wet area by feeling it in my body. Even when this is not possible, it is not impossible to calculate the amount of bleeding directly through various physical and chemical indicators of your own body.

In a word.. Almost.

Magpie took the initiative to press a few fingers of his left hand on the edge of the bed, twisted it vigorously a few times, and dislocated his thumb and index finger in turn in a "rattle" sound that made people feel cold and sweat hairs on his back.

After some difficult maneuvering, he reluctantly pulled out one of his hands, although he could only turn his wrist. Enough is enough.

Laboriously smearing the blood more evenly across the chains, drawing strange symbols with several layers of thickened blood scabs, lips muttering, and chanting unknown silent incantations.

On weekdays, for the convenience of experiments, you can use the basic material "source blood" anytime and anywhere, and magpie has a part of the source blood in his body for a long time, and he can always be the foundation at any time, and through the use of complicated conversion rituals, part of the blood of the body can be turned into a spell seal material. – like the yeast stored in a yogurt factory.

A subtle red light lit up, and the most glaring symbol was like a centipede, its curled body looked dead, but there was a huge eye on its back that came to life and blinked twice vividly.

Some dazzling red light existed in the dark and silent room for a second, and then went out again, and it seemed that nothing had happened, everything was just fantasy.

But it is clear that the matter has reached this point, that is, the first step of his escape plan has been completed.

The red blood clings to the surface of the chain, and at the same time rapidly erodes the entire chain, and finally it is a red vein, most of which is submerged in it, leaving only a small trace on it, like red moss.

Instead of directly destroying Sweetness, Magpie tried to manipulate it, and the structure in the lock cylinder moved lightly twice, as if it had been removed by an invisible little hand. After a "click", Magpie felt his whole body loosen, freed from the long-term restraint, and the whole chain became loose.

"Whew... Almost. ”

Que shook his left hand to relieve the severe pain that had affected the normal work of other parts of his body, he controlled the source blood to form a blood scab and plug the three wounds on his body, this is just a tricky method, but it is quite effective to stop the bleeding.

The middle finger of the magpie's right hand hooked up, and in the friction sound of "tie la, tie la", the iron chain was withdrawn from all around his body, quickly untied the knot, and then came out of the quilt and flew into the air, clumping into a loose ball.

For this kind of item without the blessing of supernatural power, basically as long as it has been soaked in source blood, it can be controlled in various ways through spell seals, except for the limited energy level that can be achieved, it is still very practical.

At least in the case just now, whether it is an iron chain or a super-strength alloy chain, but if a whole piece of diamond is hollowed out and sealed inside, the result will not change.

From this point of view, basically magpie can use anything in the material realm within the reach of the source blood, although it is an ordinary iron chain in front of it, which has only undergone rough magic modification, but the basic spell seal texture used in it is not much different from the "North Star", and the biggest difference between the two is the material.

In addition, relying on wielded swords and clubs and other weapons, these things require a lot of the user's own strength, so the whip that can be controlled directly through the spell mark can be more handy, after all, even if the magpie does not take "Ali's Fall", the computing power of its brain can perfectly coordinate hundreds of ribbons.

In fact, "Polaris" was originally conceived to be made into something similar to hair, but at that time, due to the limited craftsmanship, it could only be made into ribbons - although there is a way now, "chaotic thinking" has basically run out.

- "Bang bang!"

Just as the magpie was thinking crankily, there was a huge banging sound earned from the house.

- "Bang!"

That's right, it's the bang, it's definitely not a knock on the door, it's someone breaking the door outside.

- "Bang —— quack!"

The door made an overwhelmed sound, and the magpie slowly got off the bed. It's not that he doesn't want to hurry, it's that his current physical fitness doesn't allow him to do it.

"Bang bang

The presence of the position outside the door was not knocking at all, but slamming on the door, which was not polite at all - and judging from the early tunnels, whether it was human or not is still up for debate.

Magpie picked up the metal pen and placed it on his chest, where he could stab it at any time.

To be honest, as a conspirator, I have to face the dangerous situation now, and I have to make a choice because I have been forced to run out of oil.

In fact, from the perspective of normal logic, the chances of survival are not great, and Magpie knows better than anyone how bad his body is - purely from the perspective of probability and rationality, the most important thing to do now is to tie himself up with iron chains and make a look of no ability to resist, so as to reduce the vigilance and killing intent of unknown enemies.

。。 And he really doesn't have the ability to resist yet.

His physical strength has bottomed out, and in the end, his physical strength itself is not very good, and now he is even more tired as if he will die at any time - what is it?! Who cares if he dies for this kind of thing?!

The eyes of the magpie and others showed an unprecedented flash of madness.

I'm thinking about those two girls so much now!

Without them, I'd be dead!

So... So now anything that stands in my way can be destroyed, bastard!