[Comprehensive] My god judge is scary

The noisy buzzing sound continued to echo in his ears, and Komaeda Nagito, who was lying on the ground, moved his fingers, listening carefully to the disturbing sound, and finally regained a little consciousness.Then, he quickly realized what was going to happen next.

——I am about to die.

The doors and windows of this room are tightly sealed. Even if the seagulls outside the window are singing wantonly in the blue sea and blue sky, they cannot convey their freedom and joy to the people inside.Therefore, in this quiet and dreary room, if there is any noise or something, it is just his tinnitus.

The floor is so cold...

Lying face up on the icy ground, Komaeda could feel the heat in his body rolling away with the heat flow from his throat.He wanted to hug himself for useless warming, but even this kind of movement, the limp limbs could no longer do it.

In this powerless and cold space, Komaeda kept feeling the passing of life.But he thought that he didn't need it and couldn't do it. He just lay down and rolled his eyes idly.

He observed his position and the surrounding environment, and soon noticed the large-scale creation on the wall that was painted with his own blood and bloomed like a gorgeous flower.

The dilated pupils suddenly contracted.

Then, Komaeda noticed that the reflection of his blurred and distorted face in the pool of blood beneath him was showing a sincere smile from the heart.

Hahahahaha!

Appeared, appeared, appeared!

The person who can draw such a disgusting masterpiece must be the super high school-level despair he has been pursuing for a long time!Sure enough, she was hidden among those four people!

It is a miracle to be able to pick out the leader of the Party of Despair from billions of suspicious people, what a blessing.

He tried to guess with his confused mind, who was the super high school-level despair disguised as?A fat bastard who occasionally does good deeds?An old man who ignorantly does scumbags every day?Or a young gangster who can control the entire gang in the future?

No, it should be the slender bodyguard next to the young master of the gang, it must be Bian Gushan... Peizi... the name.

Yes, yes, the one who cut my throat while I was unconscious due to the sneak attack from behind must be the person who pretended to be Bian Gushan.His technique was sharp and precise, without trembling or hesitation, but something was still missing.It should be the enthusiasm for Kendo!

If it is a true super high school-level kendo master, the movement when cutting the throat is as cold as a sword, and when swinging it, even if it is only a wooden stick in its hand, it can swing beautiful wind pressure.And this kind of killing that seems to be aimed at the wall for painting is really desperate.

However, it doesn't matter.Only the abyss-like darkness of despair can breed dazzling hope!

The things Komaeda looked at gradually became hazy like a thick layer of smoke, and even began to appear layer upon layer of afterimages, but his smile deepened.

Isolated islands, secret rooms, murder cases!And supplemented by a family of famous detectives who have uncovered many desperate incidents!What kind of music will be played by everyone who is forced to stay in this prison with a murderous criminal?

ah.Speaking of which, even if they worked together to defeat despair, they couldn't leave this small island.After all, this small island was bought on the grounds of trapping despair.

It is a pity that the first man to land on the moon failed to the extent that there is one less person with excellent detective skills in the world!

...However, it is a great honor and ecstasy to become a stepping stone for the bright hope of the future.

so good.Became the most important one among the stepping stones.But I also played my role, my death will become a crucial part of the incident, motivating them to overcome despair step by step.

How wonderful!

Komaeda looked at the ceiling in front of him, which should have been pale and dark, but was now dyed a pale orange by the sunlight from the skylight, as if he saw the scene of despair being slowly swallowed by hope, and the contents of his skull were so joyful that he It's going to melt.

He couldn't help but want to laugh out loud at his plan.

"Hiss——" But apart from the sharp pain caused by the stretching of the throat, there was only the sound of his breathing like an old bellows.

It turned out that my trachea was also cut.

He thought like this, waiting closely for the coming of death.

In fact, death did not keep him waiting for long, the dark, unknown, and untouchable existence quietly attached to his body, dragging him into a constantly rotating black hole.

The corner of Komaeda's mouth curled up a little, he accepted this silent invitation with joy, without regret or panic.The only thing that makes him a little regretful is that he has never really seen the hope that made Miss Fuchuan shine.

But he has been so lucky to become a stepping stone to solve the despair, so what qualifications do he have to hope to achieve that ethereal promise that seems to exist in a dream?

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"what a shame."

Something appeared and muttered in the empty room.

"As promised at the beginning, I came here. However, you are about to die."

Something was touching his neck, poking open his wounds, poking at his arteries.

So warm, is that the warm body temperature of a human being?

"Komaeda... Nagi~Too~"

The man murmured his name with inexplicable emotion as if lingering on the tip of his tongue. The distance was too close, so that the warm breath fanned his cold cheeks, causing his already rigid brain to crunch and turn. .

Then, that warmth touched his face again, and sighed in a complaining tone: "A one-sided meeting...isn't really a meeting..."

"Oh, someone is here."

The temperature gradually left him, making him want to reach out his hands to hold on to this warm temperature like the spring sun, but his body, which was filled with lead, did not listen to the command of the brain, and remained motionless.

"Don't worry, we'll see you later."

Accompanied by this farewell sound, Komaeda heard a loud noise that seemed to shake the whole house, and the thoughts in his head were scattered along with the vibration, and he returned to the empty darkness again space.

It was cruel.

I feel warmth, light, and hope, how can I be reconciled...!

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"Uh uh—"

Komaeda woke up suddenly from the painful suffocation.

His chest rose and fell sharply, but this movement had no effect except for tearing pain in his throat and lungs.

Only by living can we meet the person who represents hope!

This idea kept circling in his chaotic and muddy mind, stuck and sank several times but then struggled to emerge, and finally drove his body to stumble towards the desk.

There was only endless chaotic darkness in front of him, and Komaeda, who couldn't see anything, let go of the hands that had pinched his neck at some point, groping on the table, brushing past the hard vase that brought him pain, the vase that told the gloomy story. Heavy books, European-style desk lamps that can no longer give him light...

When he had no strength to continue exploring, finally, Komaeda was lucky enough to touch his slender pen that had written countless thoughts.

Immediately, without the slightest hesitation, he shook off the ink and inserted it into his trachea!

"Uh-huh-"

Unlike his trembling hands, Komaeda, who finally had air in his lungs, was not in a hurry to infuse oxygen into his body.His breathing rate was steady and gentle, and there was no trace of pain or haze in his eyes, as if he was not the one who had just experienced a near-death situation and could only breathe with a pen.

The position where the throat was cut was located above this piece of cartilage, so this useless talent will only show its role at this time.

Komaeda thought calmly, and walked towards the window sill.

He looked out of the window, the world would not be affected by the alternation of life and death of a mere human in the house, the towering coconut leaves were still swaying in the wind, and he couldn't hear their rustling and graceful soundtrack inside the house, but the fresh breath of life Nothing can be covered up.

Miraculously survived.

Komaeda stared at himself reflected in the glass window.The white hair, which was as free as cotton candy, was entangled with dried blood, and matched with the pen inserted in the neck, it was funny and terrifying.

But, this is nothing to be afraid of.

He slowly put his hand on the left neck, pressed the upper and lower sides of the wound with his thumb and index finger, and with a little force, he easily pulled away the long and thin scratch.Under the pale skin exposed to the outside, there is a bright red color that represents life, but they don't care about the outside world, and circulate in Komaeda's body on their own.

Yes, nothing to be afraid of.This is... a miracle created by hope!

When inserting a pen into the trachea, he noticed that there was no blood flowing from the wound he made.At first, he thought that the blood in his body had drained, and he had become a mummy-like corpse, but in fact he was rescued by a magical method...by that person who had agreed with him.

Komaeda couldn't help but put his right hand into his wound, the blood was flowing, he was never more sure that he was alive than now.

Can control the blood...?What a powerful talent!

Since the last bank robbery incident, he had been vaguely aware of the existence of super powers in the world, but he never thought that his life would be saved by this wonderful power.

Sure enough, some people will use it to destroy, and some people will use it to save!This is talent!This is hope!That person is not a super high school level existence, but the embodiment of hope!

Excited, he dug his right hand into the muscle forcefully. The pain made him more awake, but the fact that he wasn't stained with any blood made him more obsessed.

Standing clearly in front of the window and bathing in the warm sunshine, his body temperature gradually returned to normal, but Komaeda was deeply looking forward to being able to immediately touch the human warmth that he felt when he was unconscious!

There was no longer the characteristic buzzing sound of tinnitus in his ears, but the sound of his heart beating fiercely instead.It is urging: faster, faster, faster!Go to the side of the person who represents hope!

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"Meet you again, Komaeda~kun."

"——! (Finally, I really saw you!)"

Hope, you are so intoxicating.

The author has something to say: fix bugs, Komaeda can't speak (/△＼)

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Edgar mentioned many times that he came here to meet someone, and that person, as mentioned above, was Komaeda who had escaped from the control of the demon sword and had self-harmed and was hospitalized. The agreement was made with a spiritual link when Komaeda was in a coma.

Conan: I, I, I, I, I am not pretentious!

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Changed to a more artistic style of painting, trying to describe Komaeda’s calm madness before death, I don’t know if it will succeed_(:зゝ∠)_

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