At first, he couldn't stop thinking about it, and Natsume was puzzled by the masked boy's words.

Not a holder yourself? Are you kidding? It's a joke.

He had doubted Deus for a moment, but when he thought about it, he didn't put himself at a disadvantage, but he should have kept himself in an invincible position until the end of the game.

Giving yourself a fake future diary is outrageous.

And if it's fake, then what's going on with the information you received that predicts the future, and it's impossible to fake the prediction of the future.

This has been proven by previous facts and experiences, and the information in the notepad in the phone is constantly refreshed, constantly telling yourself about the future.

'Diary of Misfortune', a diary that records and predicts the misfortunes of others, and Natsume who has used it understands that it is not a fake, but a true prediction of the future, and that people know what is coming.

No, no, if it is a technological invention such as a mobile phone, there is a way to deceive the user.

Maybe from the moment you get the mobile phone, the mobile phone has been controlled by a real 'terminal' mobile phone, and the information you receive is all sent by 'that person' after hacking into the mobile phone system.

Yes, this can explain that your phone did not disappear when it was broken.

"Got it?"

"Roughly speaking, the 'Future Prediction' message I received was not actually foreseen by the phone itself, but sent to the notepad by a holder through another real phone after hacking into the system."

"That's it."

It's you.

The masked boy ate the meal in front of him in one bite, and took out a tissue from the side to wipe his mouth.

"Now that the reasoning has been made, do you have any opinions? Akise-kun? ”

"Views? There is only one thing that I have to say. ”

"I want to know who that person is."

"Yes. And what is the reason for doing so? Do you weishenme help me again? Or are you the one who you are? ”

Ahh Ahh The masked boy waved his hand, and his movements were as if he was mocking Natsume's stupidity.

"It's a strange guess, but if that's the case, how about we divert our unhappiness through a puzzle? Isn't there a lot of stories that are about diverting the subject to concentrating on another thing, so that other work and therapy can be carried out? ”

"Puzzles?"

Yes.

Throwing it casually, the waste paper towel in his hand flew in the air for a distance, and Zuihou flew into the trash can behind him as if he had been equipped with a sensor and controlled by a remote control handle.

Didn't care, Natsume had a suspicious look. The masked boy said, fiddling with the spoon in his hand

"When do people make dangerous moves? Facing the enemy? Facing carnivores? Facing the most annoying? Or something else. ”

"It's not a puzzle."

"It doesn't matter, don't care."

For example, people who catch a cold may also be caused by sleeping with the opposite sex, and the nature is the same, both different and the same, and the masked boy came up with such a strange theory.

Natsume eats his own food in one bite, although the masked boy also helps, but basically the complicated operations are solved by Natsume, and the effort he puts in is spent on the simplest actions.

In a society where you don't work and you can have something to eat, the rules of cooperatives are long gone.

Even if it's not fair. There is also a minimum of mercy.

Natsume uses chopsticks, which is different from the spoon used by the masked boy. So he used two chopsticks to open the omelet rice, wrapped it in the outside and ate it in one bite.

Some people say that cooking and eating by yourself is the most fragrant, but Natsume doesn't think so, the taste is indeed not bad, but it is not delicious at all.

The most popular time for human beings is probably when they are hungry.

After eating the next bite of food, Natsume coughed.

"When will a dangerous move be made? Isn't that clear? In general, it is when one's own 'interests' are violated. ”

"Yes, there are almost all possibilities in the benefits."

Natsume nodded, a little unsure of his reason for asking the question.

After dinner, the young man proposed that he finish washing, and of course Natsume agreed, so it was better to follow his script.

The masked boy walked to the kitchen with the finished utensils, and he said something that made him feel murderous as he used the dish soap.

"It's a bit abrupt, but can I ask you two things?"

"Tell me about it."

"It shouldn't be difficult for you as long as you give it your all."

"Oh?"

"It's very simple, after you go back, you only need to do two things, the first thing: kill Yuliu Meimiyin; The second thing: Kill my wife Yuno; This is what I need from you in return for saving you. ”

If I refuse.

Kill you.

And so it was.

The masked boy is washing the dishes while saying something abnormal.

"This is an equivalent exchange, I serve you, and you must naturally serve me."

"I'm sorry then, I refuse."

"Well, as for what I said before, I asked you why you would make a dangerous move, and it should be now."

“……”

The masked boy appears to move his nose under the mask.

"Turn on the gas canister and detonate it with a match in your hand, right?"

"From the beginning, you get the idea."

The blade in his hand cut through the transmission pipe of the kitchen gas tank under Natsume's swing, and Natsume did not turn it off after cooking.

The suffocating gas filled the kitchen in an instant, and before it could spread to his side, Natsume turned on the ignition of the stove.

"Zaijian."

"Yes."

The masked boy smiled, and Natsume threw out the lighter, rushing to the door as fast as a rugby player.

Bang!

The flames that burned the room and the ceiling and the flowers on the windowsill burst into the sky with the explosion, and the shell of the unfinished library book was ignited, and Zuihou slowly turned into black powder.

His body became stuffy from the impact, and Natsume opened the door with difficulty and escaped.

As long as it is a person, it will not survive in the face of the explosion just now, and that person will not be able to avoid it even if he takes action.

The battle was successful, and the masked boy was killed by himself.

Although the problem has not been fundamentally solved, it has at least moved forward.

Natsume staggered down the stairs, passers-by and caretakers looking at him in amazement.

So be it.

Natsume walked over to the administrator.

"Excuse me, call an ambulance to the user of the east window on the third floor."

After that, after escaping from this small apartment, Natsume took a taxi.

As for the money, I asked Tsubaki Kasugano at the destination to help me pay for it. (To be continued......)