How can there be such a dangerous world of Conan

The woman had a dream.

In the dream, I was on a black and white chessboard.Looking far away, all you can see are disgusting white chess pieces, densely packed in the field of vision.

Outside the chessboard, there is a void, the only thing that can be seen is the silver-blue girl.

The girl raised her hand, and the chess pieces also raised their hands, holding up the weapons in their hands, slowly.

The woman dodged in a hurry, but in the end she couldn't escape the attack of the chess pieces, and jumped off the chessboard in embarrassment.

With a bang, the woman rolled out of the bed. The pain woke me up. She squinted her eyes and rubbed her head, saying meaninglessly: "It hurts..."

The woman struggled to get up when there was a knock on the door.

"Miss Nakajima?" The female waiter outside the door knocked on the door, and said with some concern: "It's almost time?"

The woman checked the time, it was less than an hour before the start of the game.

"I see," the woman replied, "I'll be right there."

After washing up, he left the room and walked towards the playing field.The reporters who are being blocked in the corridor are in a circle.

A reporter asked: "Miss Nakajima, I don't think anyone will feel relaxed before the game, what do you think?"

"Chess is so difficult and profound that you can hardly say that you understand it completely, but today is just a game." The woman replied.

"Mo Qiuyuan is here."

Suddenly, the reporters became agitated and ran in the other direction.

The woman let out a long breath, feeling relieved.

The rest time of 10 minutes passed quickly, and the game officially started.

The silver-blue girl landed like flying, pressing every step of the way.

Not very strong...

Women think so.

But soon she realized that it was just an illusion. As the situation progressed, it became more and more difficult to settle.The silver-blue girl, like a spider, weaves a web slowly and gracefully, patiently waiting for the prey to take the bait.

Nakajima mirror has been deeply involved.

but···

"I can escape... and I can escape..."

escape?run away...

You don't want to win, but you want to escape...

You can't escape, you can't escape, you must win!victory!

Nakajima held her breath, focused on the situation in front of her, and tried her best to think, but she couldn't find a way to reverse it.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and Nakajima's thoughts could not be calmed down, and his thoughts were full of thoughts.Thoughts of not wanting to lose filled my mind.

"Miss Nakajima, are you upset?" Mo Qiuyuan asked, "Do you want a long exam?"

Is it a long exam?

Nakajima mirror's heart became active in an instant.

It's not a long test... but a chess game, a chess game!

Apply for seal chess now, write nothing in the seal chess envelope.If you think about it carefully for one night, after you come up with a solution tomorrow, you can rub it in...

This must work!

"Chief referee," Nakajima Kageo raised his hand: "I request to seal the game."

The referees chattered for about 5 minutes, and finally agreed to Fengqi's request.

A referee placed the chess letter next to Nakajima Mirror.

After the referee left, Nakajima Kagami pretended to be writing and gestured, sealing the envelope.

"Want to confirm?" Nakajima asked.When asking questions, I only felt my heart beating violently, as if it was about to jump out of my mouth.

"No need," the chief referee retorted, "Chess players are all elegant people, I don't think they will do anything against the rules."

guilt.

The brain, heart, and soul are full of guilt everywhere. Under the oppression of guilt, I don't know what I will do next, and I don't know how to return to the room.

Nakajima Mirror who returned to the room even...

Can't remember anything.

What was the chessboard like before the game was sealed?What means can be used to win?

There is just a blank in the brain.

The woman walked out of the room in a daze, and saw the silver-blue girl turning the wheelchair and slowly moving forward in the corridor.

Nakajima Kagami walked over and helped push the wheelchair.

"Are you going for a walk?" Mo Qiuyuan asked.

Nakajima nodded.

The silver-cyan girl pointed in the direction of the hall: "There are reporters over there."

Then she pointed to the other side: "I know a way, there is no one there, do you want to go this way?"

The so-called other side is a small road, take the elevator to the basement, turn from the basement to the garbage disposal, the equipment used for garbage disposal makes rumbling noises from time to time, turning all the large debris into small debris, and then pouring In the garbage truck.Then start from the underground garage and leave the hotel.

From the underground garage of the hotel, there is a small road leading to the avenue.

"This is a path for garbage trucks." Nakajima said, "No wonder there are no people."

"Miss Nakajima, what's on your mind?"

"Eh?" Nakajima Kagea was a little stunned by what was said, "Can you see it?"

"When playing chess, I feel very distracted." The girl said.

"yes···"

A bland answer.

But under such an answer, malice is brewing and fermenting.

"Actually," Nakajima said, "I had an argument with a friend, and I was thinking about how to apologize."

"Ordinary is fine?"

"It feels that it is not formal enough, I want to write a letter to apologize. But my friend is Chinese, although I want to write a letter, but I can't speak Chinese. If I ask someone else to write it, is it formal enough? I've been thinking about it."

The silver-blue girl tilted her head: "Shall I write for you?"

smoothly.It was extremely smooth, so smooth that it made people feel like they were blessed by God.

"Is it possible?" Nakajima mirror said, took out his own pad from his pocket and handed it over: "If you can, write it here."

"Write what?"

"Well, just write anything, like 'I'm sorry', 'It's all my fault', 'Forgive me' or something like that?"

The silver-blue girl took off the gel pen from the notepad, and wrote Chinese characters on one page of the notepad.

"What's your name?" the girl asked.

"Ah, no need." Nakajima mirror said: "I plan to go back and copy the words, and then mail them over. This should be the best way."

The girl nodded: "Let's go back, Miss Nakajima also wants to send the letter earlier."

Returning to the hotel along the path, there was no one on the path that only garbage trucks would occasionally pass by, and there was no sign of anyone in the underground garage.The garbage disposer is still working hard, rumbling, crushing the thrown garbage.

"Although we are already in a closed state, if both of us agree, we can stop the game for a few days. I also want to compete with Ms. Nakajima who is in good condition. Eh?"

Suddenly, Mo Qiuyuan noticed that he was moving towards the processor and actually fell down.

"what···"

Looking at the sticky note in his hand, Nakajima mirror trembled.

Feelings of dread and guilt mixed together, but for some reason, the stress disappeared.

Finale!

Speaking of which, if I'm really dead, will the monk kill me...