Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

After dinner, I went out without doing my homework. It's not something that is inhuman, so there is no disguise, but for safety, bring a pistol, dagger, heart shield, and handcuffs with rope claws, and hide them all in the school uniform.

Quark still hovered in the sky, following along. I used to want to feed it with limestone, but I was a little worried about whether there would be an adverse reaction, so I never did that.

Despite this, after experiencing the brutal killings these days, it seems to have regained its wildness when it first met.

The most obvious symptom is that it seems to prefer to peck at the eyeballs of corpses than fresh beef.

It has been heard that beasts that have killed people are not allowed to survive. This is to prevent them from eating medulla. However, it is not quarks that kill people. Pecking at corpses is just the nature of crows. I was a kid when I adopted it. I used to think that I wanted to fundamentally change it, but now I feel that restoring nature is not a bad thing for it, so I do n’t plan to readjust it.

Walked very naturally along the way, not talking about walking, but there was no sense of urgency. However, when you pass by with passers-by, you will always be washed away by an emotion that is independent of the past. What I have experienced, what I am going to do, and the vague responsibility that I have been given are all proof that I am different from others.

This difference is exciting and heavy. However, if time goes back and everything can be done over again, I will still choose to walk into the old toilet with strange talk.

Because, is n’t it fun? What kind of boy does n’t want to have an adventure life like a brave man?

This is a dream that has been in my heart since childhood.

Even if it is not always good, it is always faced with dangerous choices, but it is more fulfilling than ordinary people's lives.

Although I am extremely sorry for the innocent people who have been affected by the pond fish, but I fully understand that I will not change my original intention because of this apology.

Because this is determined from beginning to end, you can walk on the street so freely.

In my impression, the park near the house always found corpses. Although some people feel unsafe or even disgusted, this is why I like to hang out there, because such a park is not cool? But I'm probably too used to it, I can't remember its name.

The main entrance of the park is on another street, and the back entrance I entered was not engraved with the name of the park. When I went in, I looked at my watch. It was already 8pm.

The street lights in the park have been lit up, and many tourists who walk after a meal can hear the frivolity of public welfare activities uploaded on the flat ground from afar.

At the end of summer, the night sky is infinitely deep and clear.

Through the analysis of the known information, I have grasped the general area of ​​Morino's death. For people who are not used to walking on remote paths, it is difficult to notice. Most people are in the park, even if there are obvious roads, but once they are away from the hustle and bustle, they will not continue to go deeper. And that fast not only has to go deeper into the greenest part of the park's plants, but also must leave the main road and continue walking along a yellow mud field without turf.

The last place you reached, not only was a simple public toilet, but you could also see a pond with ducks.

No matter who it is, if it has gone so far, when it comes to this remote place, it will be subconscious that no one will come? However, perhaps it is because many people have such an idea, so there will really be people coming to this place.

Is not all about doing bad things, but at least you can do certain things without interruption.

Walked all the way, enough to alert people.

Why choose here?

Perhaps the person who killed Morino was someone she knew well.

I didn't find any unnatural mess on the road. Of course, it may be covered by people, but the police probably won't do such a thing.

The isolation belt set up to ensure the integrity of the site has not been removed, but no guards were encountered. I entered the scene very easily, and despite my psychological preparations, I was still surprised when I witnessed it.

The humble public toilets have completely collapsed, and there are cut branches everywhere, and some of them have left burnt marks, and the footprints on the ground are messy.

No traces left by bullets.

Although it was thought that the belligerents only used cold weapons and some kind of flame emitters, it was even more terrifying.

There may be more exhibits, but they should have been taken away by the police.

Seeing the human figure painted by white powder in the direction close to the pond, it is probably where Morino's corpse is located. Surprisingly, this human figure does not have a right hand.

In other words, Morino's body was incomplete when it was found.

I found a total of four different shoe prints on the ground, two of which did not find anything wrong, but one was embedded deep in the ground, the other came from the direction away from the pond, and only one path was left .

I think maybe this guy is just a bystander.

The other three shoe prints are intertwined with each other, they have a fight, Morino should be one of them.

As I think, I try to distinguish the footprints of the combatants and imagine their actions.

But at this moment, a strange feeling emerged from the bottom of my heart.

There is an unusual taste around the deserted people, which is an extremely subtle anomaly that can only be detected by chain judgment.

I obediently looked at the big banyan tree behind me.

The moonlight is clear, the shadows under the trees are dimly connected, and there is a faint presence of people in the chaos.

"Who is there?"

no respond.

I whistled, made a gesture, and quark shot from behind the tree to the tree. There was a fierce throbbing sound, and the figure cried in terror, holding his head and running out of the shadow.

"What is this? Get away, get away!" He shouted again and again, but Quark ignored it and didn't stop his sharp mouth and claws to attack his head.

With the light of the moonlight, I can see clearly that the person is wearing a uniform of the same style as mine. I did not expect to be a student of the same school. What did he do here?

I let quark leave him ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ He was relieved and watched the crow fall on the branch in awe.

The face on the side is familiar.

"Uh, is this your bird?" He turned around and asked me with some embarrassment.

Then I immediately remembered his name.

The third grade senior Shirai, is Morino's boyfriend.

Haijing is half a head taller than me. His appearance is very ordinary, but it is probably due to his recent diligent relationship with sports, which exudes a vibrant atmosphere. I think he also heard that Morino's body was found here, so he came here deliberately. But unexpectedly, I couldn't find a bit of sadness in his face.

"It's called quark." I waved, and quark flew over my shoulder. "Is it Senior Shirai? My name is ..."

"Gaochuan classmate of the second grade." Shirai interrupted my words and showed a friendly smile. "I know, I heard a few times from Morino, because I care about it, so I specially looked at you. I hope you don't care."

Of course I don't care.

"Are you coming to Morino?" I asked.

Hearing the name, he turned his face intentionally or unintentionally to make the shadow hide his expression.

After a while.

"Well ... yeah, but I couldn't find it anywhere." He said so.

Although the tone is like looking for something that doesn't matter, it makes the listener feel sad.

"Have you been here with Morino before?" I asked.

"I've been there." He nodded and said with nostalgia: "I met her for the first time here in junior high school. Speaking of it, this is also where I confessed to her. What a great place, so peaceful, as if The heavens and the earth are all washed. What do you say? Classmate Gao Chuan. "