"I'm annoyed, Izumi, this kid, Xiaohong, you also noticed it, right?! As soon as that guy betrayed, that guy from Paper Ancestor lost his heart and went crazy, so how could he continue to bring down the Eternal Life Society! A few days before the departure, Yoshitaka Shino Dance waved her fist indignantly, sat on Zhuang Sihong's bed, grabbed her little rabbit doll and beat her fist several times angrily, "We are messengers!" Even if you are betrayed by your former companions, you must not give up! ”

“…… This also ...... That's right. Seeing his good friend like this, Zhuang Sihong didn't know what to do, and watched his little rabbit being ravaged, and lowered his head and scratched the fluffy little sky. The bionic dog rolled in her arms, its soft belly sticking to her fingertips and snoring from time to time, she sighed and buried her cheeks in the hair on her back, "However, Izumi-san also had a good relationship with Paper Zu-san before...... It's normal to be like this now, although it really can't be allowed to continue like this...... Did you see that, that video. It is Izumi-san and Torashima-san...... A picture of communicating with the man named Higuchi. ”

"See, I can't tell what he's thinking, he looks indifferent, but in the end, he sent it to us, and he will never forgive the paper ancestor. Ah, I was a little worried at first that this kid would betray us and run away to the Eternal Society! Ji Gao Shino Dance let out a long sigh, and also learned Zhuang Sihong to bury his head in the doll and mutter, "Alas...... There's going to be a meeting after that, so I don't even know how to deal with Izumi! ”

“…… Not. ”

The warm and comfortable touch on the top of her head made Shinomai Yoshitaka raise her head, and her little dark paws slapped her face, and she spit out her baby pink tongue and licked him hard, colorless and tasteless artificial slime...... She blinked suspiciously, only to find that Zhuang Sihong's expression suddenly became serious: "In that case...... Why not just say it? ”

"Direct...... However, if you say it directly, it will be me or him......" Shinomai Yoshitaka opened her mouth, but she couldn't speak.

“…… Izumi-san also told me directly about me. So at least I don't want to, watching him get stuck because he can't tell the truth. Zhuang Sihong stuffed Xiaotian into her arms, took out the bionic dog bone and stuffed it into its mouth, its tail shook wildly and slapped Ji Gao Shi Naiwu's face, "And, if you don't say it, Ji Gao Sang will also be very uncomfortable, right?" I'll always help you, so please do it. ”

Shinomai Yoshitaka recalled the conversation of that day and shook her head vigorously. The tenacity of Izumi's gaze as he threw it at her was on her face again.

Jebu was restrained by her oil paint, and his huge mouth couldn't help but open, devouring the oil paint that kept coming out, his eyes were about to protrude from the entire eye socket, as if he noticed that he couldn't get out, so he simply chose to consume the physical strength of the Jigao Shino Dance. Even if Yoshitaka Shinomai noticed, he didn't want to let Jebu rush to Izumi's side, and drew a hook with his fingertips to whirl towards Jebu, and the moment it devoured the oil paint and saw the light, the sharp blade cut through the air and sank into its big mouth, and the crack loomed on the entire sphere, as if the corners of the mouth were completely enlarged and broken, and the teeth in its mouth were connected in a row to sharpen the blade, and it was bitten open. Ji Gao Shinowu frowned, and the broken blade plunged into its mouth, and even its teeth were ground down a lot.

And Izumi Huangbo's side is also very nervous. Nag struggled, tongue coming out of his open mouth licking the chains, and Izumi felt a chill even if it wasn't directly in his face. The eyeballs gurgled and swirled, and the eyeballs were about to break the chains, and the marks were engraved on them, and the mouth, which was the only way to attack, began to gnaw at the chains, but could not completely bite them, and the sharp face pierced its tongue and was bitten again. Unhurried, the spring wave created chains again, and continued to wrap around until its lips were covered fiercely, and then threw it from top to bottom into the distance, and before it could break free of its inertia, the chains that had not yet been retracted from its body moved again, and dragged one of its sides and smashed it to the ground.

Heteromorphic debris flew and a few drops of sweat seeped out from the corners of the spring's forehead, and he pinned the windswept hair behind his ears, and fixed his eyes on Nag, who was smashed to a thousand points and still rose high in the air. Even if the chains were entangled, it did not bind its body in place, but instead caused it to roll in the air, but instead dragged the spring waves high into the sky and threw them out. Izumi couldn't let go for a moment, but when he saw its destination, he couldn't help it—there was a series of wriggling on the ground somewhere, and a broken tentacle was gradually drawn...... No, that's not a tentacle.

Is that...... ...... covered with human faces All sorts of expressions were reflected on this, but nothing more than fear, roar, and sorrow, and for a moment it was as if the voices of the whole world were pouring into Izumi's brain. He was about to lose even the strength to hold the chains, and his mouth opened bloodlessly, but nothing came out.

…… It's like that...... Polyhedra are the same...... That mirror......

Laboratory...... things......

“…… Run fast. ”

Run fast, run......

……？

Where should you go if you want to run......

Izumi's eyes closed briefly.

However, in the next second, he frowned, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes became sharper and darker.

"Izumi !!"

Shino Yoshiko's voice was fragmented and sharp, her gaze fixed on her companion who had been captured by the same crystal, and reflexively chased after her, and the isomorphic oil paint drawn by the brush from her right hand to her left flew towards Nag, ignoring the confinement of her right hand and unable to continue to bind Jeb. The big ball full of mouth and eyes roared, the air whistled, bringing bursts of tinnitus, and the chill and fear that penetrated deep into the bone marrow restrained her. Instead of grabbing Nag, the paint shattered in mid-air, but before she could do anything about it, a sharp pain came from her lower abdomen, and a violent storm turned to his eardrums. The loud and shrill sound of the wind seemed to scratch her eardrums, but it couldn't hide the sharp pain coming from her abdomen. Jeb gnawed at her body, her battle uniform was torn, her exposed skin was torn, and the isomorphs leaked out little by little. Even if there are no organs leaking, it is as if even the intestines and stomach pouches have been torn apart. His throat constricted, and even the screams were buried in it.

"Damn, you bastard...... Loosen...... I......!!! ”

The brush reappeared from her hand, only this time her trembling hands and the sloppy spirit could no longer be concentrated again, and she could only strike Jebe one by one with the most basic points. Click, click, click, like raindrops, like drops of blood falling, the sound of breaking faintly came from Jebu, but there was no difference on the surface. She barely raised her head, but saw Izumi's body swaying violently, and her body was wrapped in chains, and then a series of wave-like chains wrapped around Nag, and crawled and wriggled on the ground like a centipede, surging up and grabbing her and Jebu together. Voices came from all directions, hard voices lingering over her and Jeb. Jeb was more reactive than she was, one mouth still biting her body, others wide open, colliding and gnawing at the chains, the piercing gnawing sound so loud that it could not escape.

Then, at some point, she felt her body slowly squeezing, one side pressed against Jeb, the other squirming in chains. The space was dim, only the light of the alien crystal flickered faintly, but now it was extremely bright because of the shrinkage. The chains barely made a hole, and the chains kept pushing her down. Ji Gao Shino Wu held her breath and clenched her palm, and the brush appeared in her hand again to form a semicircular arc, and she jumped down, and there was still a leakage of abnormal crystals in her chest. She landed on the arc and wrapped herself in it, staring fixedly at Izumi's waves and the two orbs.

“…… Spring......? ”

Her voice seemed to tremble.

And Izumi didn't seem to hear the soft murmur. He spread his hands, chains scrambling out of his chest, his anomorphized eyes empty, two eyeballs spread out on his palms. The chains made a screeching sound of breathing and grinding, and they trembled, and even the colors of the two orbs could be seen faintly emerging from the gaps in the chains.

"Bang!!"

There was a loud bang.

The chains shrank sharply, turning into the tiniest solid balls, and the two balls that had been the cores—Jeb and Nag—vanished, becoming countless crumbs that had been pinched and shattered, falling to the ground, a little curled up by the tentacles. He stretched out his hand, his thumb, index finger, and middle finger stretched out, and the other two fingers clasped his palm, and the eyeball stared straight at the tentacle and the ...... on the tentacle Different faces.

“…… Spring ......"

Words came out of his throat, and they were quickly swallowed up by the shockwave that washed in.

“…… Mr. Izumi Araha, Izumi Araba...... Mr. ......"

"Izumi-senpai!!"

"Mr. Arami......"

"Izumi-san ......"

“……

"Araba-kun ......."

It's noisy, it's noisy. There are so many of these sounds that they make all the sounds bulge in my ears.

Thinking so, Izumi wanted to close his ears, but found that in the darkness he didn't even have hands, and he didn't even have the ability to feel that he had such an organ. In that case, why should we preserve our sense of hearing?

It was all voices calling him, but he didn't want to move, but listened to them as if they were listening to silence. Sometimes far and sometimes near, sometimes big and sometimes small, different people, different things, different contexts. The only thing that was the same was that he couldn't listen to it anyway.

But the surroundings began to get brighter, and the sound began to slowly become quieter. A faint blue glow illuminated his vision. A childish, hoarse voice vaguely rolled a few times and poured into his ears.

“…… Spring ......"

"Spring, Waiting for ......"