[Comprehensive] My god judge is scary

Although his limbs were weak, Komaeda still urged his body to take big steps, moving towards Edgar at a faster speed than usual.

Under the orange light of the chandelier, his wobbly figure not only did not add any warmth to the hearts of those around him, but because of his strange obsession to move forward even if he was seriously injured, his hearts froze again. A few points.

That attitude of disregarding the collapse of the body is simply like a zombie who knows no pain and is dedicated to fulfilling his obsession in life, isn't it?

And Komaeda himself was not as calm as he appeared on the surface.His steps were limping, and his mood was also ups and downs. Waves of restlessness flooded his brain for a moment, making him involuntarily withdrawn even if the sweat dripped into his eyes and was full of tingling pain. Free to wipe.

To be able to see the existence that he dreamed of and represents hope so quickly, then for him, the misfortune of falling from the third floor to the first floor is completely lucky.Ahhh, how miserable this is. He who has not encountered misfortune... must face the pain that is equivalent to the joy of seeing hope.

Sure enough, a guy like me who is inferior to maggots and has rubbish talents is not qualified to touch hope.

Komaeda's heartbeat was as noisy as a dilapidated old-fashioned radio, and Edgar, who had inadvertently received his thoughts, couldn't help frowning.

Seeing this scene, Komaeda's eyes immediately dimmed a bit.But the pace under his feet did not stop, and he shortened the distance almost in the blink of an eye under the urgent desire, and came to Edgar's side.

But that's where he stopped.No matter how hard the brain instilled strong demands on the body, the heavily loaded legs still drove him to half-kneel in front of the sofa.

Ah, in Hope's view, how inexplicable my behavior is.Definitely, I will definitely be thrown a look of astonishment and disgust like before, but it doesn't matter, as long as I can touch...

His body was as limp as mud, and his thoughts had long been chaotic and turned into a whirlpool. Komaeda, who acted entirely on his whim, just silently forced himself to raise his abnormally red and swollen arm to touch that hope.It seems that if you touch it, you can become a part of it.

He growled silently—

Hope, whom I love deeply from the bottom of my heart, can you tell me, is my life at the mercy of talents meaningful?

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Even though he put all his beliefs into action, Komaeda also thought from the bottom of his heart that his actions would be avoided in disgust.He has absolute confidence in his super-high school-level luck, and after seeing the luck of hope, there will inevitably be strong misfortune.

However, he was held by the hand.

After the man he called Hope gently touched his wound with his fingertips, he straightened his blood-stained collar and greeted him gently: "Long time no see, your I'm more than happy to be in good health."

Komaeda's brain couldn't function.He couldn't even comprehend what was happening in front of him.

He who had been trying to stretch out his arms just now almost subconsciously wanted to take a few steps back, but his weak body just leaned back, and he just turned from half kneeling to slumped on the ground.

Komaeda's posture was full of resistance, just like when he reached out his hand, but Edgar didn't misunderstand his meaning at all.

As long as you look at it, you will know——in Komaeda's gray-green eyes, there is a thick and thick enthusiasm like honey.

Edgar, who was watched eagerly, understood that what Komaeda Nagito was looking at was not his own humanoid creature, but what he was looking at was a conceptualized existence called hope.

Although he doesn't feel that what he has done is worth transferring to himself, Edgar also thinks that he doesn't need to understand the thoughts of a person with a SAN value of 0. He just acts according to his own preferences and uses a Gently stroking each other's hair in the manner of petting a frightened puppy.

At the time, it was for more drama, but now that the fun part is done, let's let the cotton candy-soft hair go back to its original shape.He thought so, and where his palm brushed, the dried and clotted blood stains disappeared without a trace, as if those scarlet stains had never existed there at all.

Whether it's the touch of the hair, or the meaning of existence is his fanatical eyes, they all resemble the mechanical dog that Edgar once owned.This made Edgar a little dazed, and couldn't help rubbing it a few more times.

Komaeda, who was hoped to treat Komaeda so intimately, immediately threw away all hesitation, and smiled happily.Even if it's just hair, is it accepted by Hope? Am I qualified as a stepping stone? If I give him my head, will he remember me?

"Ahh——" Hope, you are so bright.

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The dying boy was gently comforted, as if he had found the meaning of life, revealing a strange sense of warmth inexplicably.

But as expected, this kind of warm feeling will never heal the audience who are immersed in the real version of the resurrection of the dead, and everyone fled in all directions.Even Nine-headed Dragon, who was still shocked by Peizi's disappearance, and Conan, who was trying to find out the truth, were dragged by Xiaolan one by one and hid behind the sofa.

And Mori Kogoro, who was still yelling just now, hid alone behind the seat, and was even more frightened. "Resident Evil 1234567", "Silent Hill", "Plants vs. Zombies", "The Return of the Mummy"...all the themes related to death went through his mind, and he almost suffered a cardiac arrest.

On the other hand, Kamamoto Rifu is a person who has been recognized by the Red King and has unscientific abilities.He will naturally not act the same as Mori Kogoro.He just sat on the sofa calmly, using his body to create a broad and reassuring human wall for everyone, and silently thought in his mind: ... I choose to be unconscious.

In short, most people shrank behind the physical barrier the first time they saw Komaeda.

But the shield will certainly not be attributed to the majority.I saw her clenched her fists against her lips, deliberately acting frightened, her eyes wide open and she kept shouting, "Yeah~ scary, super scary~ Could it be that the zombie that appeared in front of me is it?"

As soon as the words fell, she jumped up to Komaeda's side, stretched out her finger and poked his cheek cautiously.

"Wow." Dunzi waved his hand to everyone behind the sofa, and reported in disbelief, "Everyone, his skin is warm and elastic~ He is still alive, lucky that this talent really is Awesome~"

Komaeda, who was touched, seemed to realize that she was standing next to him, and immediately avoided it in disgust, and opened his mouth to say: "——(In the end, no matter how profound despair is, it's just a stepping stone to hope. Stepping stones are a little self-conscious, don't come touch me?)"

"Hey hey hey~ I don't understand what he's talking about, but he's definitely talking bad about me!" Dunzi, who read the words from his lips easily, put his hands on his waist and slapped Edgar angrily. Started a small report, "Don't you think this guy is too much, Mr. Edgar! Teach him a lesson!"

She flicked the twin ponytails she put on at some point, very lively.But suddenly, she pulled out the bamboo knife from behind aggressively, and said, "It's not good to bother Mr. Edgar, why don't I deal with this desperate boy who bullied the beautiful girl right away!" He swiped the knife without hesitation!

And Komaeda also leisurely stroked the gun from the gap in the sofa, and the pair of weak hands did not stop when they pulled the trigger, "—(I am not desperate. Besides, can you properly set off hope? light, let me try it!)”

"Clap."

The bamboo knife and the gun were unloaded at the same time, and both fell to the ground.

"...!" The two looked towards the middle together, only to see Edgar spread his hands innocently, and explained, "Please also understand how I feel sitting in the middle of the battlefield."

In this regard, Dunzi covered his face in an instant, and cried: "Using super powers to bully me who has a normal world view, it's too much and so desperate! Cry, cry, cry."

On the other side, Komaeda turned a deaf ear to her fake cry, and didn't care that the wound on his neck opened again under his actions, but his eyes kept twinkling with little stars, and he looked up at Edgar with joy.

This grip is hard to resist even with all his strength... so it's not only controlling the blood, but also the physical fitness is so strong, it really is hope!

Seeing that both of them had given up on continuing to "play", Lord Edgar, who thought he was very kind and caring, explained Komaeda's resurrection to the people behind the sofa on the other side who had been completely stunned by the unfolding of the plot. "Don't look at me like this, I'm actually very good at first aid, and I have rescued many patients of this type."

"...Impossible!" With the belief that the truth belongs to science, Conan poked his head out from behind the sofa regardless of Xiaolan's obstruction.The little head resting on the back of the sofa is full of earnestness, "His performance at that time was really dead no matter what!"

"Well, at that time, Komaeda's breathing, heartbeat and other vital signs were already very weak. Without proper equipment, it would be difficult for you to judge accurately by hand. Coupled with the blood all over the floor, it is completely wrong to diagnose. It's acceptable."

"No, but the blood he shed at that time has far exceeded the range that the human body can bear!"

"Isn't it good to be alive?"

"...It's really a good thing." Conan choked on this sudden question, but he still couldn't let go of the question in his heart, and he almost wanted to take a look at the wound on Komaeda's neck.

Of course, if he is really allowed to pull it away, he will indeed see an unscientific picture-the blood is circulating by itself completely ignoring the existence of blood vessels.

But it's a pity that Komaeda didn't mean to show him. He firmly covered his neck, did not expose Edgar's ability, and blocked the opportunity to break Conan's three views.

Seeing the only young man who dared to speak and with firm eyes, as if he would pounce if he let down his guard, Komaeda silently pointed at the shield, trying to shift the topic to her.

And Dunzi glanced at everyone's heads protruding from the sofa, and cooperated with him.

The elusive girl stood in place, with her hands on her hips, and announced loudly: "Since the scene of the resurrection of the dead has also appeared, then I will admit that I did it."

She stroked the ends of her hair, and sighed happily, "I created a perfect crime, but in the end I failed because of super-expansion! Hahahaha~ Isn't this too desperate~"

Sudden confession! ?

The author has something to say: How serious am I, I was actually locked_(:зゝ∠)_

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I wrote several versions of the expansion, but I still can’t grasp the feeling of Komaeda and Shield’s obsession with hope and despair... The final product is like this... (Salted fish paralysis)

Ps. If there are really little angels who bought Danwan’s Amway because of this article, then I highly recommend everyone to play the game by yourself, or go to station B to watch the live broadcast. The animation of Danwan is for fans, not suitable for beginners.

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