Of course, it is not absolute, if it is a person like Chen Xiaofeng who has experienced life and death many times, maybe he can do this.

Being able to make a correct judgment at the moment of being attacked, or just making a judgment in an instant, and going onto a cold battlefield with a sense of life and death -- such a thing that ordinary students will definitely not be able to do.

To sum up, that is, it was definitely not ordinary students who were attacked.

However, it seems that there is no scene to see the body of the last friend, that is, the living guy should still be alive now, although I don't know if he was arrested or has escaped, but no matter what the situation is, the current economic situation will not change.

And there don't seem to be any clues now.

Anyway, now inform the guards, at least they have some advanced equipment to help with the investigation.

After receiving this judgment, Mikoto Misaka took her phone out of her pocket.

But don't you think it's strange?

Just as Mikoto Misaka pressed the button on her phone, she suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Why...... So far, no one has reported the crime?

It's not a deserted suburb, and it's only twenty-two o'clock, but why didn't anyone report it?

Mikoto Misaka looked at the tattered business vehicle in front of her, and from the appearance of being burned beyond recognition, it should have been a long time, and from the vehicle that rushed onto the sidewalk, it must have been a big accident, so someone must have heard it. Even if there is an unknown light a few blocks away, it is impossible for anyone to find out about the fire and traffic accident here.

So, there shouldn't be a need to wait for Mikoto Misaka to report the crime with her mobile phone, and there will be well-meaning citizens who report the crime - what it should look like under normal circumstances, but now there is no one here who is even watching the excitement around.

Mikoto Misaka looked around, there was no sound in the street with only street lamps, as if it was completely wrapped in the silence of the night, and there was only the crackling of flames.

So...... Is it okay to think so.

It's not that it didn't cause a commotion, but if it couldn't cause a commotion?

If the people around me seem to have hypnotic magic in general, Mikoto Misaka, who originally scoffed at non-science, has also begun to understand what aspects of "that world" are also preferential.

So...... Is this a long-planned conspiracy?

This is just speculation, and it is not very clear whether this is the case or not, that is, Mikoto Misaka is completely in a state of confusion.

But the most terrible feeling does not come from this silence.

If it is really as guessed, then the city is like wood eroded by termites, there is no human operation, and the city's skills are slowly stopping.

This kind of helplessness dares to arise spontaneously.

It's like the helplessness of facing a difficult problem during the exam, in front of the snow-white answer sheet, Mikoto Misaka sweats eagerly.

What's really going on in this city?

Suddenly, Mikoto Misaka finds herself in a small cold hand.

"Hurry up—Misaka Misaka urged vigilantly."

The last work on the side suddenly made a rather eager sound.

"Those bad guys are coming—Misaka Misaka is running towards the side of the road with his sister as he reports the situation."

Mikoto Misaka was forcibly pulled to the back of a car parked on the side and hid by the last work.

Those bad guys? Does it refer to the attacker? Mikoto Misaka is full of questions.

However, there is no time to ask questions to confirm it, because Mikoto Misaka can hear the low moan of the engine coming from a distance.

The engine sound was coming from three black commercial vehicles with no headlights on.

The car drove cautiously, the exhaust pipe making an unusually soft sound, and finally stopped next to the ruins left behind by the battlefield. The car door was opened, and several men in black were in the same uniform as the man in black who had fallen to the ground and died.

Even if it is only a rough estimate, the number of people on the other side will not be less than ten. It would be fine if it was just herself, but there was a last-ditch player by her side, and if you were too far away, you wouldn't be able to guarantee her safety.

Even if the other party is a newcomer and is surrounded and suppressed, it is difficult for him to ensure the safety of the final work.

And......

"Where did these guys get their guns?"

Mikoto Misaka couldn't help but speak.

The men in black who got out of the car were all wearing automatic rifles of the same specification, and judging by their bulging waist pockets, they might have weapons like grenades.

These guys who look similar to the guards who guard the city security of the school park,Actually, it's not friendly.。

The tension emanating from their bodies gave Mikoto Misaka reason to believe that as soon as the other party found out and the final work, those bullets would come immediately.

The men in black uniforms rudely lifted up the "original" companion who had fallen to the ground and threw it into the car. In addition, there are some men in black who are taking other actions.

Mikoto Misaka noticed that behind one of the men was something resembling a pesticide box for pesticides, spraying a nozzle at the ground around him like a pesticide.

"That's an acid spray - Misaka Misaka explained it."

"What's that?" For military things, Mikoto Misaka really doesn't know anything.

"It's an acid purifying sprayer, it's a special weak acid liquid that can be sprayed, and it's a way to destroy fingerprints and bloodstains, and it's a way to destroy evidence -- Misaka Misaka calls up information from his brain."

It seems that things are strict...... Mikoto Misaka thought so.

These guys are still trying to cover up the evidence when they do such a big thing, which means that if they find out that there are witnesses, even a fool can think of what they will do.

So...... If things really turn out like that, Mikoto Misaka has no confidence at all that she can guarantee the safety of the final work.

Mikoto Misaka was so nervous that she dared to continue breathing.

However, the sound of approaching footsteps was still heard in my ears.

Mikoto Misaka looked at the feet of the final work.

Because the final work is soaked all over, the footsteps with watermarks along the way extend to this place.

And it's early spring, and it's night, soaking wet, and it's night—the last work is already shivering from the cold. In this case, it will hinder the movement, and to put it bluntly, the body's reaction will become sluggish, and even if there are footprints, at night, the other party should not notice this in a place where the light is not sufficient.

So, it doesn't matter. Mikoto Misaka prayed in her heart.

But......

Even the people in black who were far away from Mikoto Misaka looked in Mikoto's direction.