There are a lot of questions I want to ask, but it's not the right time.

Mikoto Misaka noticed something unusual.

There was no light in the building through the back door.

The back door appears to be the restaurant's kitchen, which must be equipped with an emergency passage due to fire safety concerns.

It's close to midnight, but the restaurant is supposed to be still open for business, but it's still dark and the lights are out, which makes Mikoto Misaka feel that something is wrong.

There is no other light source other than the green light of the safe passage.

"Sister, what should I do next? ――Misaka Misaka asked. ”

"That's right......" Mikoto Misaka walked towards the kitchen door, in this case, it is better to go to a place where there are people, after all, no matter how arrogant those men in black are, they will not do anything in front of everyone.

"Those guys have cars, so even if they run on their feet, they will probably be caught up quickly, and the trams and buses are already past the last train time at this time, and it is unusually quiet tonight, so there may not be taxis."

This kind of reasonable analysis makes the final work show an uneasy look.

His eyes widened and he looked at Mikoto Misaka expectantly.

If it were just me, I wouldn't be so wolfish at all...... Mikoto Misaka thought so, but ......

I watched a final work that I had hope for.

How can the request of a guy with such an expression be ignored?

"Anyway, let's go to a crowded place first...... Those guys don't want to let us know the truth, so they keep chasing and killing, that is, they don't seem to cause a commotion, so as long as they go to a crowded place, it will be safe...... If they cause the massacre, they put the cart before the horse. ”

Mikoto Misaka said this, but the final work showed a uneasy look: "My sister's analysis is not wrong--Misaka Misaka nodded in praise-but, can you really save that person by becoming like this?" ――Misaka Misaka felt guilty for his inability to do anything. ”

"Ah...... Who knows...... What I do now, though, is that if this place is finished, there is absolutely no way to save that guy...... So the key now is to protect yourself, and I guess even no one wants you to get hurt, right? ”

"Well—Misaka nodded.

"Good." Mikoto Misaka smiled heartily and stroked the head of the final work with one hand, "Then, let's live like this!" ”

That being said, but there's always a sense of self-assertiveness...... Mikoto Misaka shook her head and smiled wryly as she opened the door to the hall.

This side of the door was still empty. The stereo was playing light music that was diametrically opposed to the current atmosphere. The air is filled with the aroma of food.

But not a single one.

To be precise, there is no one standing.

There were several other guests in the hall. There are waiters in cute uniforms, support people who want to take a good break after a day at work, and young couples.

It's just that these people are now all lying to the ground, powerless, without any scars.

There was no conflict in the shop, there were knives, forks and chopsticks scattered on the floor, but these were not the ones that fell on the ground because of the conflict, but when the customers fell to the ground.

But no matter who it is, it can't fall for no reason, right? And a large number of people. Mikoto Misaka vaguely feels that the appearance of this scene is related to the "world" that Chen Xiaofeng has come into contact with.

The kitchen is pitch black, so I don't understand it yet, but it must be the same situation here, right?

Although this place meets the condition of "a place with a lot of people", there is no premise of "sobriety", so this place is also not qualified.

Going to crowded places is for the sake of good witnesses, and these unconscious people are no different from those who have no witnesses.

Mikoto Misaka stood in place.

Why are these people the only ones who faint to the ground for no apparent reason? Why don't those men in black have anything to do with us? Could it be that the men in black did it? It's impossible, wouldn't it be more convenient to put us down in that case?

Mikoto Misaka had no idea what was going on.

"Anyway, the last work, this place is not safe, let's go outside first......" However, Mikoto Misaka said so, and the last work threw Mikoto Misaka to the ground from behind.

Gunshots rang out.

The glass facing the street turned to slag in an instant.

"So fast?" Mikoto Misaka certainly knew what was shooting at the store from the street. The bullet shattered the TV in the store, and electricity and sparks came out.

Does it not matter if there are ordinary people? Mikoto Misaka thought that her judgment had been wrong, but after a few tenths of a second, she realized that these ordinary people were not witnesses, so even if she was killed, she didn't know who did it.

With the last of his work, he hid behind a pillar in the hall. Now the guardian Misaka Mikoto and the last work is only this cylindrical pillar.

Then, from the two lines of defense, the men in black who came to search for the target slowly surrounded, and there were hardly any dead ends.

Slowly, barely making any sound, the encirclement was slowly shrinking......

……

In this city, some of the awake are asleep, and the sleepy are awake.

Chen Xiaofeng slowly opened his eyes, and what appeared in front of him was a familiar scene.

This is his room - or it used to be his room, and because of the stay of Qiong and You, the owner of this room is no longer Chen Xiaofeng.

Chen Xiaofeng closed his eyes and felt his body.

It's stiff, but it's not so stiff that it's not immobile; There is some pain, but it is not enough to affect the movement.

There is still a feeling of numbness on the left shoulder all the way to the waist, and this position Chen Xiaofeng remembers is the position that was cut off by the hero king Gilgamesh.

At the end of the battle, Chen Xiaofeng vaguely remembered that Artoria had arrived.

That is, saved.

The sound of Suosuo's conversation came from the living room, and the sound insulation of the wooden door was very good, so Chen Xiaofeng couldn't hear what they were talking about.

But it should be about yourself, right? Chen Xiaofeng smiled distressedly, with such an injury and such a recovery speed, I am afraid that he can no longer continue to hide that secret, right?

Chen Xiaofeng slowly sat up from the bed.

Case...... It's better to say such things in person, and then try to forgive.

Chen Xiaofeng slowly walked towards the door.