How could I laugh? I told her my reasoning. The adversary is a global super-organization, and even their own governments will see us as enemies if they use the slightest trick. No matter how you think about it, it's a big deal.

"But I did. You're laughing, Ah Chuan, it must be different from what your mouth says, you think it's funny, right? ”

"Interesting?"

"Isn't this a lot going on in movies? Be a pair of outlaw mandarin ducks, enemies of the whole world, repeatedly escape arrest, and finally destroy the evil organization. It's so romantic, it's exciting. ”

Looking at Tomie's arrogant and excited appearance, I thought I would lament senselessly, but I was unexpectedly infected by her, and felt that as long as the two of them were together, even if the earth was ruined, I would not be afraid. Perhaps there is the same factor hidden in my veins as hers, which awakened unknowingly at the moment of meeting her, and they resonated, attracted each other, and gradually became crazy.

Maybe Tomie was aware of this, so she chose me.

She's a smart, but doesn't need to be cool.

After that, she asked the most crucial question. Who planted the seeds of weeds? Who turned the old toilet at the school into a peculiarity? Who's against the people behind it? What are the reasons for this confrontation? Is it another coincidence?

Three people in my mind.

The first is a mysterious reinforcement who helps us escape from the Goatguild after fighting the demon possessed by Sakiya. But judging by the timing of its appearance, the odds are not very high.

The second is the "Cyberball" that replied last night, and the timing of its appearance was too coincidental.

Third ...... It's an impression, but it's a very vague existence.

The transfer student who confessed to me inexplicably, and then was completely forgotten by other students and teachers.

I can't remember what she looked like anyway, just like a beach washed by the tide, the former sandcastle has become a wreckage, gradually losing its subjective outline.

What did she do? What was said?

Stories beyond words, abnormal changes.

On that day, when I habitually passed by Sakiya's class, I looked for Sakiya and Morino with my eyes.

Not to mention Sakiya, not even Morino.

After standing behind the door for a while, she came up to me and asked who I was looking for. I said to look for Morino, so she told me that Morino didn't come to class, and that there were more than a dozen people in the school who were absent. That was the beginning of a series of tragedies that followed.

I was surprised and asked her where she had heard the news. Because even this girl knows information of this scale, I have no reason not to know about it.

She explained that it was overheard from the faculty office.

Then, she confessed to me.

I can't forget her calm expression at that time.

At the time, she was just surprised, but in retrospect, her tone and expression were too flat, as if she was telling a story about the known outcome.

Is it her? Or was she just an accident?

If it's really her, who does she belong to?

She leaves inexplicably, leaving only the puzzle she cares about.

I could see a chessboard that crisscrossed me, and I couldn't see the real players on it. The chess pieces move, following some inevitable trajectory, like the hand that swings the chess piece is a puppet manipulated by silk threads. Therefore, I prefer to believe that the emergence and direction of this game is not intentional by human beings, but is constantly accumulated by chance. It is not that humanity is deliberately going to the end, but that there is an irresistible hand of God that is fiddling with everything.

Although we have not seen the notice that we are wanted at the moment, the morning newspaper and the morning news have not spent much ink on the major murder that happened last night. I think this is probably the government's refusal to make it the focus in order to avoid panic, but it has already taken action in private.

Tomie and I decided to find a remote warehouse or abandoned house to live in, but it was easier said than done, and although I was a local, I had no idea where such an ideal place was found around me or how to get information about it.

Tomie looked for several phone numbers to rent a house, but the other party unanimously asked for formal procedures.

Seeing that the plan to find a place to settle down had died like this, she said angrily:

"Just find a family that doesn't bother and control the owner."

It's a good idea, but for my personal feelings, it's a good idea.

I didn't find any other way until I went to the appointment in the evening, so I promised Tomie that I would follow her approach after the negotiation with "Netball".

"Hopefully there is good news." With such anticipation, I quit the room with Tomie, got into a taxi with Sakuya on my back, and walked to the agreed place after getting off halfway.

In fact, I also understand that even if she takes the demon from Sakiya's body, she can't just go back to her normal life, and the goat guild people will stare at her like flies. This time, the house was burned down by Shirai, and the absence of his parents was already a blessing in misfortune, and once his parents returned, they were bound to be coerced.

The solution is to secretly cross the warehouse and leave with his parents, or completely destroy the stronghold of the goat union in the city and ensure that it does not recur.

My situation is not much different from that of Sakiya, and I am faced with a rather embarrassing choice question, but I can only accept Tomie's "boat to the bridge, naturally straight." Reaction.

The agreed location was a small street that I didn't have the slightest impression of, and it took a lot of effort to find out where it was.

Because I had prepared in advance, when I arrived at my destination, I just stepped on the tail at the appointed time.

It was a shop with roller shutters. The row of shops had been closed, and the whole street was shrouded in the dim light of the dilapidated street lamps, and there was no one left, full of unease and horror, and Quark flew out of the gloomy shadows with a whirl, and the deformed shadows on the ground stretched out like monsters.

I was sure that this was the place, and I knocked on the door.

Someone came over, the sound stopped behind the door, and it seemed like a sight fell on me through the roller shutter.

"Looking for whom?" The man asked in English, in a man's voice.

"Cyberball." I say.

"Who are you?"

"Quark." I name the screen name I used to get in touch.

There was an unlocking sound behind the door, and then the roller shutter door went up, leaking bright light from the soles of the feet. The quark landed on my shoulder, and I looked back as if I felt something behind me. There was nothing, and the shadows of our group became surprisingly large under the drag of the lights, covering the door of the store behind us.

I turned around and saw that the roller shutter had risen a man high.

The man who opened the door was a cigarette, a red-haired foreigner, dressed in a denim suit with a pair of gun holsters hanging from his waist, and his obvious uninhibited temperament made him look like the real cowboys depicted in movies and novels.

Vigilant glances fell on us one by one, and then he beckoned, and said in a very flat tone:

"Come in."