I don't know how long it took for the gloved hand to suddenly rest on my shoulder, and before I knew it, I had been standing there for ten minutes.

"Let's go?" She asked me very blandly.

I nodded, and together we disappeared downstairs.

……

After sitting down in the cafeteria and drinking a cup of royal milk tea, I gradually calmed down.

"Don't worry," it was clear that Fog Cut had read my thoughts, "he's going to be fine." ”

I hope so. It's just that the last time you declared that I should be okay was when I had already conceived the whole murder plan......

"I'm fine," I finally looked up and looked into a still look in the fog, "Thank you for your concern...... You can go back. ”

“…… Even if you don't say it, I'm already planning to leave," Kiriki's voice suddenly became extremely cold, and the loudness instantly increased by more than ten decibels, "It's hard for me to want to be in the same room with some hypocrites without feeling sick to my stomach. ”

Fog cut his hair and stepped out of the cafeteria with a straight face, just in time to bump into the seedling who panicked and wanted to talk when he entered the door. The former ignored him in the slightest and went straight out of the door.

Looking at the embarrassed and cramped appearance of the seedlings, I covered my mouth and chuckled.

"So why don't you catch up and apologize?"

……

Ahh......h Already, is it twelve o'clock at noon? I stretched and yawned.

Tired...... Take a bath and get some sleep, right?

As I approached the door of the bathhouse locker room, I heard two people talking in whispers.

Curious, I put my ear up to listen......

And then...... I made the same mistake.

"Huh? Is that really okay? ”

"I'm just conveying a word."

"But, it's too risky!"

"Tell me, do you believe in Onegawa?"

Why did I hear this name again, and...... Or do you say it from the mouth of the fog cut?

Hurry up, I don't want to hear that name.

That's how the voice in my heart dissuaded me.

Still curious, I leaned against the wall on the left, eavesdropping on the sounds inside. I can't walk anymore.

"Yes...... But in that case, if something happens to ALTER EGO......"

Fujisaki? Why does it have anything to do with her?

Wait a bit...... What are you talking about?

"If, as he said, the final outcome of ALTER EGO can only be discovered and destroyed by the black and white bear, don't you want to give it a go?"

You guys...... What the hell is being discussed?

The long silence spread unscrupulously in the bathhouse dressing room. I could guess that Kirikiri was clasping his hands around and calmly looking at Fujisaki like an ice beauty, who was now bowing his head sadly with a look of fear and frustration, and there was even a glimmer of tears in his eyes.

“…… Alright then," this was Fujisaki's final answer, "so that everyone can leave...... I'm sure not only me, but also ALTER EGO willing! ”

……

In my meagre memory, I never seemed to have taken a proper nap, even once.

There is no reason for this, but because of sadness......

I always have a very strange feeling in my heart. If you don't close your eyes at nighttime, a mess of memory fragments will flood your mind.

I dreamed of a train moving away. In the car, I was probably still dragging a toy ragdoll bear to sell cuteness, crying uncontrollably.

In front of them was a blonde couple, probably twenty-six or seventeen years old. One of them had a gloomy face, and the other rubbed my cheek and smiled at me like an eel.

"Don't worry," although she is European, she is still fluent in Japanese, "we will take care of you." ”

Of the twelve years missing, this is the only memory I have left. I know what that is.

The picture changed. The bright and dazzling light of the fire reminded me that this was three years ago.

Dressed in an ordinary white dress, I stood in the woods in the distance, watching my "father's" castle burn, watching the helicopter that surrounded the castle with its bright searchlights.

I vividly remember crying all night that night holding the teddy bear that my mother had given me for my childhood birthday, the last relic left by my parents.

It was I who betrayed them, but looking at the dark green bills, I lost interest in money for the first time.

But I didn't have a choice. Even if I were given a chance to regret it, I would still betray them.

I also dreamed of the Hope Peak scout who had recruited me into the school. When we first met, the yellow-haired man with a round-brimmed hat and a little scruffy gave me a very peculiar sense of familiarity.

"Woohoo, welcome. Is the gentleman also here to gamble? "Although, there is a strange sense of familiarity as soon as we meet. But at that time, I looked at that guy with a very disdainful attitude.

When he looked up, my lips and teeth moved slightly, I woke up from my dream and sat up.

The alarm clock in my head pointed to one o'clock in the afternoon.

……

Walking into the cafeteria, Enoshima crossed his legs on the table in the middle, looking into the distance with a gloomy face.

"Gui'an." I smiled and said hello.

She snorted and didn't look at me.

Maybe I'm too careful. Although Enoshima has never expressed her opinion positively, she clearly shows her scorn for Onikawa in her demeanor and behavior; However, if you look closely, you will find that her eyes are a little erratic, and when she hears the fierce words of Owada or Rottengawa, she will ignore them.

All in all...... She behaved like a Luvaros matryoshka. The first layer is pretending to be indifferent to whether Onikawa is undercover or not, the second layer is pretending that she doesn't trust Onikawa in her bones, and the third layer is pretending to be ......

Maybe this third layer is what Enoshima really thinks: Onikawa can't be an undercover agent.

Odd...... Since she chose to believe, why did she deliberately pretend not to trust?

As if it wasn't my business, I sat down at a round table near the indoor botanical garden. The lights of the botanical garden mimic the angle of the sun, which is just right to simulate the afternoon sun.

Seriously, if it weren't for that night, the guy swore by the curse...... If anyone tells me when I look at such a realistic environment that the outside world has been destroyed, I will definitely pour the whole cup of royal milk tea on his face.

When I opened my mouth and habitually wanted to call someone to make tea for me, I suddenly remembered......

…… The round, round-sized waiter who worked hard, who was scolded by me and still smiled, who was always like a fly — correct, a bee — clinging to me...... It's gone.

It's a hassle. Could it be that you have to do something like making a cup of royal milk tea yourself? Knowing this, I left Yamada with his life.

…… It seems that the fat man is not useless, at least he is a good hand at housework.

With a soft sigh, I took a lazy step. But a somber voice interrupted my movements, attracting my attention.

"It's really a sin to speak to Lord White Night like this...... Wrong! 100 million deaths! As soon as he stepped into the cafeteria, Rotkawa shouted loudly.