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As an observer... Perhaps it can be said that he is a recorder who knows very well what such pain is. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info------ me, and I know very well how boring this kind of thing can be painfully. Repeating the same creepy thing over and over again. Kill, kill, kill... It's not that much fun. Homicide... To be precise, it is to kill the puppet, and the number of repetitions is like a child playing cards, and after playing all the games that can be played again, it is still full of novelty, but he repeats it over and over again

Playing over and over again, playing hundreds, thousands of times, repeating and repeating every night, repeating and repeating three and four times, no matter who it is, it will be boring to lose the last bit of themselves

Poor patience. "Ahh Wearing a long-sleeved shirt with white and black stripes, old blue summer jeans that have been washed and washed, and a pair of high-end breathable sneakers, such decorations are worn on the body of the teenager

The lower ones reveal a kind of turbid coldness. The boy twisted ------ the accelerator and laughed maniacally, he laughed maniacally, killing the dolls, killing the girls. I still don't know why he is so excited...... No, no, he didn't look happy. Even though he was laughing, he didn't look happy in the slightest. Because he is no longer understood, and he has no expectations from the girl, he actually doesn't want to laugh at all. Never thought about... Even if he had thought about such a thing one night before, he had forgotten it completely. What is that person thinking? What is he thinking? Beyond the strongest invincible, who has the absolute ability to listen to the will of God in a non-divine body (Level 6)... Or maybe that

His things. His brain developed the equivalent of a supercomputer of the new century, so the computational mind could not understand it. If I were him... I'm sure I'm tired of playing it for a long time, but what kind of attachment is it that keeps repeating this kind of game that I have to play countless times every night?...... So, so he must have thought the same way. Maybe he knew the result a few months ago, and he could still guess such an uninteresting outcome without the ability to calculate and manipulate the flow of time. "Hmm......" The girl was in pain, her hair was stuck to her forehead that was wet with weak and cold sweat, and the military night vision goggles that should have been worn on her cheek dodged the teenager's kick just now

The car that came over fell off. The girl's arm was broken, and the wrist bone stained red with plasma could be seen from the wound, and blood was oozing out from the side of her abdomen. The liquid might really taste as sweet as the legendary vampire said. I can feel her pain clearly, and I can feel it unreasonably and unreasonably. Why can I feel it? If I feel it, why is it not as sad as I imagined? This boy has always been more sad, and I can't be more sad when I look at him like this. Because it's a [recorder], it has to do a better job, which is programmed and upgraded to a command. Just watch that person kill the other 'person', and that's it. Just like that, it's already okay ... The boy never seemed to get hurt...... Indeed, he could reflect all physical attacks, and he had never been injured. But... Has he really never been hurt? He has always been unkind to people, and he wants to erase his sense of existence coldly, but still every day when the sun rises and the moon sets, someone will hurt him. So, the boy ------ "Hah! If you take off your arm~ you can put it back on, right? What about you?hahaha!!" The white-haired and red-eyed boy was approaching her, and the desperate girl desperately threw away the rifle [metaleatermx] against the chariot, and then slumped at the boy's feet. So the wounded demon issued a declaration of zero hours, and no beautiful angel would come to judge the torture in place of God. However, the essence of this game is still an experiment after all, and there is no change in the nature of my work, nor any change in my identity. Mikoto Misaka ------ there are 20,000 clone sisters of her sister, and under the brainwave waveform of the common model, the sisters all have the ability to share each other's memories

force, approximate to have the same huge brain. And sooner or later, such a girl will turn from 20,000 to zero, so the existence of [me] is needed. Since the "sisters" share a common brainwave waveform, the brainwaves of all the "sisters" are converted into electronic signals and connected to each other, thus forming the "Misaka network". Therefore, at the necessary moment, it is necessary for [I] to forcibly break through the "Misaka Network" in the form of brainwave interference to prevent my sisters from losing control and going berserk. It's just that there is. “... Hey, how many are these?" The white-haired and red-eyed boy spat out a hoarse word darkly, and he was walking towards me, and I could clearly see ------ he was holding half of the girl's body in his hands. What a cruel sight that is: a beautiful girl... 's upper body, which was held in the hands of the terrible boy, did not use the usual [reflection], but just carried half of the girl's body towards him step by step. Blood, internal organs, human flesh, broken bones... With each step, several parts of the body are lost. The most frightening thing is...... The boy was still smiling happily. "Originally, I just wanted to remove one of her arms to see if I could put it back on, but it turned out to be like this accidentally, sorry~ sorry. Ignoring his next sentence, he just said, "Misaka No. 9025, confirmed recycling...... Misaka said at work. "Hey~?I said......" The boy suddenly approached, and he said in a voice that Misaka couldn't understand, "Do you want to die too?" "... I'm sorry, but I can't die only with Misaka, so I'm asking one party to pass the rules for completing the requirements of the experiment, Misaka said seriously. ”“...... I know, I know," the boy put his hands behind his head and exhaled boredly, "That's all for tonight, let those dolls later."

Play a little bit more with new tricks. Then, as if he remembered something, he said, "Those dolls are theoretically your sisters, well~ Sister No. 2, they will definitely listen to it." Sure enough, ------ he no longer had expectations for those girls, even if it was only a little bit anymore. This teenager, who has been playing a killing game that he has long been tired of, no longer has expectations for the girl's feelings in his heart. "Duh~, again, Misaka is Misaka 00000 (fulltuning), not one of the 20,000 'sisters', so don't ask for things related to personal interests. other

Wai Misaka is not the second sister, Misaka 0 (prototype) is the second said, Misaka looked at the party with disdain and said. ”“... You really want to die, don't you?" Although he always had this kind of bad tone, he didn't care about that person's vicious words at all, because ------" Also, Misaka thinks that it is better to go home after passing so late, Misaka said after analyzing the time of the Internet. "I don't know how to comfort this injured teenager, and I don't know what to do to make him happy. But if you want to do that, unlike those girls, you want him to be really happy once. ...... If he smiles, if he makes a little happier, surely... My sisters will definitely ......, "You don't think that someone will rob me at this time?!" That is really funny and makes me want to cry!", "One party passes or returns to ------", "fulltuning!", "Yes!accelerator!""...... Just be quiet, just come with me. ”“.......... Misaka remained silent. ""Boom......""... Misaka still thinks it's better to go home early, because it's easy to meet poor girls surrounded by delinquent teenagers at this time, and Misaka says imaginarily------ "Fulltuning.........!

......It stands to reason that I have been walking for more than half an hour now, and I should have found the location of [rainbow] a long time ago, but the last Xima made a detour in these alleys. The girl looked at the sky,... Tomorrow should be a good day. But... Is it really okay to go back at this time? Anyway, it's rare that they didn't contact me... Well------ the girl remembered, the six teenagers of [Rainbow] are still on vacation, not to mention the others, Lan Ye seems to have gone back to his hometown in Kamakura to take care of his mother. So... There can't be anyone there now, right??, Yuma exhaled, and on a summer night, she seemed to see her breath turn into a white mist. As midnight approached, the noise of the city gradually faded away, and the light of the city finally dimmed completely. The school city has become silent.,Only the knowledge that falls between the branches of the French plane tree.

is still restlessly screaming about the remaining night in the summer vacation of a certain midsummer. When the company building, the student apartment... When all this light fades, more and more spots of light appear on the horizon, and when they flicker, they become constellations that travel through light years and the Milky Way. The street lamps that glow warm yellow are bright, and the moon in the cyan sky is also transparent and white, and if you look closely, even if the girl doesn't have that super-standard eyesight, she can see seven Beidou blinks

The eyes line up together to become the tail of the constellation Ursa Major. Even though she had such a good compass and half of the Celestial's parallel power left, the girl was still working hard to find an exit this night. Kamijo Yuma doesn't know if he's confused, a little too much... Or maybe it's really the kind of big fool who is used as a negative teaching material when preaching in the eyes of others, maybe she feels like she is willing

I've definitely been here, but now I can't walk out of the alley. "Hey~ This is not a good thing..."I don't know who I'm talking about, Xima scratched the back of his head, and the few dull hairs on the top of his head curled higher. Before I knew it, I walked to a construction site next to it, and of course this girl refused to go in for no reason. Those scattered steel plates and piles of concrete brought this place with you

A gray feeling, the girl thought it should be an illusion, it was already night, and it was difficult for the European-style street lamps that only had a distance to shine here. Wow...... When you think about it, there's a really eerie feeling here... Hmm... That, then------ girl looked at the black patch and the cold and scattered steel plate support, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong here...... ------Over here... There won't be ghosts here...?The girl's thoughts are getting more and more out of the orbit of science, and she thinks that since there is a non-scientific [magic] like supernatural anger, there must be that kind of human beings in this world who can't look at it

Even if that creature used to be human...... She suddenly remembered that when she was in China, Grandpa Li once told her the story of "ghosts hitting the wall", and the people in that story seemed to be very similar to her current self...... The girl's cold sweat broke out, and cold air began to ooze from her backbone, and even her legs and feet became a little weak, and her steps became more and more difficult. "Ahh......h Then the girl ran up regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one, she didn't use the ability that [airmastery] was so convenient, but chose this most direct way to escape. However, Yuma hit his head around the corner on the body of a tall boy.

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