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Junko felt that her heart had never been beating so violently as it did now. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

She saw that the two hands were deformedly bent at ninety degrees in the part of the wrist bone. These two hands are desperately lifting up, but unfortunately they can't be completely raised anyway.

Seeing this scene, Junzi felt that Cangtian still hadn't given up on her favor. She laughed and got off Ichihashi's body and stood next to him. Fiddling with the buttons on the personal monitoring terminal of the login chair.

Ichihashi couldn't move his body, so he could only turn his eyes as much as he could to track Junko's every move. However, her actions caused a sense of unease in Ichihashi's heart. "Junko-chan, what's wrong?"

Junko said lightly while manipulating the monitoring terminal, "Ichihashi-kun, do you remember that there was a girl who looked very similar to me two years ago? ”

"What's wrong?" The feeling of uneasiness grew in his heart.

Junko lay her upper body on top of him again, her face close to him, and reached out a hand to gently caress his face. But Junko's soft face suddenly became full of anger. "Finally let me find you, murderer!"

She lifted Ichihashi's black robes from the ground, revealing his arms. This action of hers made Ichihashi's face change drastically. Yes, Ichihashi's face is now full of humiliating anger.

"You congenital radius ulna imperfecta. Wear a robe to hide your deformity. ”

Junko laughed, her hand already gripping the login plug tightly.

But an invisible rope like a spirit snake instantly began to wrap around her body. Her legs were tied tightly together; One arm has been dragged behind his back; The other arm—the arm that grabbed the login plug—was also jerked backwards; He was also wrapped around his neck several times.

This force is too great. She felt like she had been slashed with a thousand knives. The rope around her neck was embedded in the flesh, and she felt like her head was about to be cut off.

The rope around her neck made it harder and harder for her to breathe, and the scene began to blur in front of her. Her other hand was also dragged behind her back, and her arms were tightly tied. Unable to breathe, without strength, she began to slip slowly.

Is that the end of it? Just now, I was almost able to kill this butcher who hurt my sister with my own hands.

Sister, I can't avenge you, I can't......

Darkness begins to eat away at Junko's consciousness. The experience of her life is like a fast-forward movie that begins to play silently before her eyes:

When she was young, her sister would play in the countryside with her on her back, and would collect a beautiful bouquet of hydrangeas to decorate her head.

Later, for some reason, Mom and Dad didn't want them anymore, and she remembered crying very sadly that day. But her sister kept her arms around her and comforted her, and from then on she believed that as long as her sister was around, there was nothing to fear.

From then on, my sister would go out early and return late to work and earn money for her education. Whenever she stroked her sister's rough hands, she told herself to work hard.

It wasn't until she got her medical diploma that she felt she could repay her sister. She rushed home full of joy, but a phone call from the police changed her life.

When she saw the jagged wounds on her sister's body, she went completely crazy. After screaming and crying couldn't wake her sister up, she fell completely silent and lived like a walking dead every day. Until you enter here and see the wound that Ichibashi has created on the mountain itself......

Junko felt a bolt of lightning light up her dark consciousness.

Sister, I must avenge you!

This belief made Junko struggle to open her eyes and focus on Ichibashi's login plug with her already blurred vision. She suddenly felt as if her restraints had loosened a little, and Ichihashi probably thought she had been strangled. But it gave her the most precious opportunity.

Now is the time! Junko kicked hard with both legs and hit her head on the wrench of the login plug.

Click......

The login plug completes a rotary lock. The ropes that bind Junko's body were scattered on the ground as if she had lost her soul.

"Ahem......" Junko breathed the air greedily after being freed from the restraints, and it took a long time to recover from her near-death state.

Junko struggled to her feet, leaning back in a login chair next to her, adjusting her breathing. The sharp login plug is like a spike, standing upside down next to the login chair. She picked it up and held it in her hand like a dagger.

Junko holds the login plug suspended above Ichibashi's eyes. "I'd love to get it through your eyes."

However, she glanced at the door of the broadcast hall, where the summoned beast was on guard again. Its red eyes locked on Junko's every move.

"I know this little guy won't let me touch you, but what if it's a non-threatening move? Can its cerebellar still be distinguished? ”

Junko packed up a login chair and fixed the login plug facing up on the headrest. She prepared everything, tidied up her clothes again, and even carefully tucked away a few hairs stuck to her face with the help of the reflection of the screen.

She sat down in the login chair, adjusted the position of her head, and lay down on the login plug. She looked upwards as if she could see through the ceiling, through the tunnel, all the way to the bright sky above the dense clouds. "Sister, I will be able to avenge you immediately, and then we can be together again......"

She twisted her head. Click......

Junko Asamiya goes online.

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The deserted streets are even more mysterious at midnight. A petite, thin figure appeared in the middle of the road, walking unhurriedly, the crisp sound of her thin heels tapping on the pavement that could be heard throughout the street. This white-clothed figure is like an angel who has entered the magic pool alone. Let the darkness close behind her, still forging ahead.

"Who are you?" An eerie voice rang out, as if the whole street was wailing for his tyranny.

"Who are you?" The white figure still kept going.

A man slowly emerges from the shadows. A black suit, a black tie, a white shirt, a silver tie clip, and eyes that are forever hidden behind sunglasses. That's an interesting rhetorical question. Do you know who I am? ”

The white figure stood in front of him: "Smith, a former Matrix agent. Now, I'm starting my own business. ”

Smith's face was filled with his usual smiling expression. "Looks like you know a lot, ma'am. Then you should also know what will greet you. ”

The white figure was not afraid at all, she stood proudly in front of Smith, and made a deal with the devil in a bland manner: "I can give you the key to enter another world, and I can also tell you where the prophet is." ”

"Oh." Smith screamed as if taken aback and ecstatic, but soon regained his grim smile. "What can I do for you, beautiful lady."

"Help me assimilate another person."