Protect our prophets

"Of course, if you really have any ideas," Yagyu continued, "I suggest that after the case is settled—"

"Okay." Songxue sighed and interrupted him, "Anyway, can I put my relationship problem aside for now?"

Liu Sheng agreed temporarily, looked at the evidence bag, and suddenly understood something: "This tennis ball was found on the spot?"

"Yes."

"That is to say, it is very likely that the murderer left...evidence." His voice froze, "But there should be Yukimura's fingerprints on it, right?"

"He has an alibi." Song Xue reminded dryly.

She found that he, like Marui Bunta yesterday, always worried too much about their minister.

"Oh yes." Liu Sheng immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Having a team member like you, Yukimura-kun is really lucky." Matsuyuki picked up the orange juice glass, slowly turned it around, and took a few sips, "Of course, you have a minister like him—"

"Lucky too," he continued.

She nodded: "You have known each other since middle school, and you may know each other better than ordinary friends. If you think they didn't do it, I will believe it."

"Then who could it be?" Yagyu asked, "Yuko Matsumoto, or the other girls in the support team?"

This is the direction of Songxue's next investigation.

Her train of thought was still to rule them out one by one.

Eliminate all impossible options and what remains is the truth.

Songxue thought for a while, and said, "I feel like you don't know much about Matsumoto."

"Well, I don't have any direct contact with her." Liu Sheng explained.

"Then what about the others?" Songxue continued while organizing her thoughts.

"She and Yukimura-kun have known each other since they were young, but he told me that they seldom communicate in private, and usually it is a courtesy-interaction between the two families. Similarly, Marui-kun has not been able to provide any information. His attention to her , seems to only stay on the surface. In his eyes, she is a beautiful and elegant young lady, and he has a good impression of her, that's all."

"Uh..." He hesitated for a while, reviewed his friend's usual behavior, and had to admit, "That's true."

"On the contrary, Ayanokoji's parents told me a lot of things, because their daughter often mentioned Matsumoto Yuko. For example, she competed with Ayanokoji Rie for the first place since she was a child. From elementary school to high school, they all joined the same club as much as possible. , the student union department..."

Songxue tilted her head and looked at the evidence bag.

"It's not necessarily about men's nets, is it?"

Liu Sheng followed suit and nodded solemnly.

"Even, it might be Ayanokouji's own tennis ball." He said slowly.

Detective Songxue Everbright made a one-sentence summary: Difficult to deal with.

After contacting the police officer Mochizuki who was in charge of the case—the female compatriot among the two police officers who had a routine interview that day—Song Xue handed over the evidence to them.

It will take some time for the fingerprint test results, so she sent a text message to Yukimura and decided to go home first.

Songxue got out of the elevator and walked along the house number, number 616, and then her number 618.But she stopped in the first room.

Big stars are generally very busy and may not be at home.She recalled that when he went out in the morning, his steps were brisk and his expression was relaxed. Moreover, he didn't bring a bag with him, and his pockets could only hold a mobile phone, keys, and some odds and ends...

He must be home.

After Songxue was sure, she rang the doorbell.

Ding-boom.

Not long after, Xing Chengkong opened the door, and without any surprise, he showed her a perfect smile that could make fans intoxicated.

As a popular star, even though Songxue doesn't know much about these things and doesn't care too much about them, it can still be seen that he does have full capital. Bend a nice arc.

"Can I help you?"

"Hello."

Songxue stood in front of his door, staring intently at the handsome young man in the room, hesitating whether to go in or not.

But the other party sent her an invitation: "It's very hot outside, I turned on the air conditioner, come in."

The big silver-haired star turned around, his tone and demeanor appearing as if nothing had happened.He walked into the open kitchen, opened the cabinet, took out the glass, and asked politely, "Is orange juice okay?"

Songxue nodded and closed the door.

He poured a full glass, then divided half into another glass, and handed one to her.Probably want to express the meaning of safety, non-toxic and pollution-free.

"Thank you." She took it, and because she was not too thirsty, she just took a symbolic sip, then raised her head to look at the other party.

He was dressed differently from the way he went out in the morning. Xingcheng changed into loose home clothes, leaning against the cooking table with a glass in his hand, looking very leisurely.

"Remember?" he asked.

"...Huh?" Songxue didn't react.

"Oh," Xingcheng changed the way, "Then, what do you want to ask me?" She was stunned for a moment, with the cold glass noodles on her palm, and said slowly: "I think, you seem to know that I am who."

"Really?" He raised his eyebrows quickly, smiling slyly, "But I don't even know your name."

"The name is not important," Songxue shook her head, "it's just a code name, just like you call me even though you don't know my name—"

"Syl." Xing Chengkong read out the title again as she wished.

His thick eyelashes blinked suddenly, and his peach blossom eyes seemed to flow like waves, smiling.

"That's it." Songxue took a deep breath, looked into his eyes frankly, without wavering, "Why?"

Xingcheng did not answer directly, but instead threw the question back: "How is your memory recovery going?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes," he replied affirmatively, "If you recall your past and compare it with what is happening now, you will know where the problem lies."

Songxue still couldn't understand, and shook her head slowly.

Averting her eyes, she looked around the living room, and finally landed on the cover of a book on the sofa.It seemed to be put aside casually, and it seemed to be placed in that position on purpose, and that angle made it clear for her to see.

The Werewolf Game.

"So, I'm a prophet?" Songxue asked tentatively.

Although she didn't know what that meant, superpowers?magic?Or is she actually in a huge virtual game world, competing with other unknown players?

"Obviously." Xingcheng answered concisely, and then asked, "After dawn, what did you see?"

Her heart jumped, and he really knew.

The phrase "after dawn" is not as simple as it sounds in the literal sense.In Werewolf Killing, "dawn" means the start of each round of the game.

Before Songxue woke up, she did hear such a sentence. At that time, she thought it was an illusion.

"I don't understand." Songxue said, "Aren't prophets identified? Good and bad, right and wrong..."

"It's good or bad, isn't it something you can tell by yourself?" Xing Chengkong raised the corners of his lips and smiled again, "You're a detective."

"Ah..." She was even more puzzled.

That's right, Songxue thought.Of course, she is confident that she can rely on her own ability—of course, she also needs the help of others in the process—to find the murderer.

but……

"Everyone is mortal." Xingcheng came up with such a sentence without thinking.

"You haven't." Songxue replied.

Just looking at these few sentences of their conversation is enough to make outsiders confused, but she vaguely feels that she is following the other party's guidance.And what she said, Xingcheng can fully understand.

"Well, because I'm not an ordinary person." He replied briskly, and his smile became brighter, "Or, in other words, you and I are both people who have died once, and have their own talents, so we can't do it. will be chosen by the will of 'God'."

Songxue gasped.

she is dead?

How did you die?End of life, or has the car accident actually taken her life? ——Then what is going on with her now?

"If you regard this world as a werewolf killing, then we are gods with identity cards, and the werewolves are hiding in the dark—"

Songxue subconsciously interrupted him: "You mean, this is a game?"

"It's not the kind of game you usually play, but in a sense, you can think of it that way." Xingcheng shrugged.

"That werewolf..."

"A civilian has been killed by a werewolf, hasn't he?" he said. "What you have to do is find him and bring him to justice."

"Wait a moment." Songxue raised her hand to signal, then lowered her head, pressed her temples and thought for a while.

"It seems that some novels are written like this," she said uncertainly. "The protagonist is endowed with a special ability, and then he can return to the normal world after completing the task as required...?"

"The place we are in is what you call the normal world." Xingcheng said.

"What's normal?" Songxue couldn't help frowning, "Isn't everything suspicious?"

"So, you have been awakened to solve the problem as a prophet and eliminate werewolves." He smiled slightly, "You must know the theory of parallel worlds, so you know that the number is too large, so what kind of worlds are different? There may be. They are not unreasonable, but occasionally, there are some mistakes, for example, mixed with werewolves..."

She let go of the orange juice cup, put it back on the cooking table, stepped back subconsciously, crossed her hands, held her arm, and looked closely at the silver-haired youth.

The amount of information was too much for her to digest for a while.

"So, who are you?"

"I'm here to help you." Xingchengkong replied in a gentle manner, "You have just been awakened, and there is something wrong with your ability, and you need a little help... For example, senior guidance."

"Guiding what?" Songxue asked.

"Back to normal," he said.

"But I don't feel anything?" She became more and more confused.

"Yes," Xingcheng said unhurriedly, "The prophet can only check the identity of one person every night, and correspondingly, you can only see the 'future' of one person every day."

Songxue slowly closed her eyes.

"The future you are talking about refers to death..."

"Uh, maybe that's the case." Xingcheng blinked and nodded, innocently, "After all, I'm not a prophet either."

"..."

She was strangely angry.

Grass, there is an egg for this superpower? !

She still has to rely on her to investigate the case by herself!