Protect our prophets

Before meeting, Songxue quietly asked Atobe, how did you know her.

The young master shrugged, his expression difficult to distinguish: "When I adjusted the hospital's camera, I saw her, and she just came to the door... Besides, in her capacity, who would refuse?"

At that time, Song Xue didn't quite understand, but when he saw him, he immediately understood what Atobe meant.

He really won't say no.

Any teenager who loves tennis cannot resist the temptation of world-class professional athletes handing over their business cards.

It was a beautiful young woman with long wavy blond hair, a pair of eyes that were as bright and sparkling as amber stones, a warm smile on her face, and a classical atmosphere, which seemed to be like a British manor in the eighteenth century The My Fair Lady who came out of it.

Della Winfield, the world's youngest Grand Slam winner, talented female tennis player.

With such a celebrity sitting in front of him, not to mention Atobe, Songxue couldn't believe his eyes.

Before she could figure out how to speak, Winfield stretched out her hand generously: "I think you already know who I am, Miss Songxue."

Songxue slowly held her hand, looked into her gentle eyes, moved her lips, and said, "Witch, is it?"

After Xingchengkong, this is the second "colleague" who came to the door on his own initiative, and he is not as mysterious as the previous one, who revealed his identity before meeting him.

witch.

Songxue chewed it again in her heart.Judging from the appearance of the other party, it is completely impossible to connect with the image of the "witch" in the magical world view. Obviously, the witch she talks about can only be the special character in the werewolf game.

"Don't be nervous, it's not a big deal for me to come to you." With a soft smile, Winfield shook her hand lightly, and then let go.

She sighed: "That idiot in Xingcheng, I thought it was very unreliable to ask him to be the guide of newcomers at first, and probably didn't tell you any important information? These days, I really embarrass you."

Songxue was stunned for a while, and nodded: "Uh...thank you, am I okay?"

"Based on your experience, don't I need to explain the rules of Werewolf Killing in detail? Simply put, our "game" is very similar to the Werewolf Killing you have played, and there are naturally some differences." She paused, "For example , this is the real world, if possible, try to take legal means.”

That is to say, the trial medium ticket set fire werewolves.Song Xue understood: "I understand this."

As a detective, it is natural to use legal means to catch the murderer.

"But other than that, if there are special circumstances, we also have our own special means." Winfield smiled slightly, as if there were stars twinkling in his eyes, clearly a strong hint.

Songxue hesitated for a moment, then nodded again: "...I see."

"After all, you have just been summoned. It is your first time to do a mission. We will help you when necessary."

……

In general, what Winfield and Xingcheng said didn't have too many contradictions.

They all act independently, and their tasks are distributed in each multiverse. From the beginning of "summoning", they will not truly leave their duties until they die.

"The world you are in belongs to your main world." She gave a relatively complete explanation, "Before being summoned, this world was invaded by the will of werewolves, which caused the world to be distorted, which also caused... your Death. Fortunately, you have the aptitude to become a prophet, so you were chosen by destiny and awakened your ability."

Songxue hesitated to speak, with a troubled expression on his face: "Uh, this ability—"

"Maybe it doesn't work for you? Think about it from another angle," Winfield thought for a while, then suggested, "Now that you have caught the murderer, think about it, have you found anything?"

Songxue was startled.

She closed her eyes and thought about it.Countless pictures flashed through the darkness in front of her eyes, Yukimura with an indifferent face, Ayanokōji with his hips crossed and beaming, and Yuko Matsumoto...

Suddenly, the picture freezes.

She suddenly opened her eyes, suddenly realized: "I didn't see the murderer's death prophecy."

Winfield smiled: "So—"

Songxue was guided by her, and her thoughts gradually became loose: "It means that because he is a murderer, it is impossible for him to kill himself, so I can't see it?"

It's a pity that her abilities were so chaotic at the time that when someone walked past her without any abnormalities, her attention was also attracted by the "tragic death appearance" of the other person, and she didn't have time to notice it until after the incident. Only vaguely remembered this matter.

"Maybe so, but there is no absolute. Don't forget, werewolves can kill themselves." Winfield replied.

She also said that when the tasks in this world are completely over, it means that you have passed the novice assessment period and become an official prophet.

"Congratulations in advance," the Wimbledon champion stood up, held Songxue's hand again, and smoothed the broken hair around his ear, "We are all looking forward to it. In fact, not only me and Xingcheng, but other people are also full of enthusiasm for you." Out of curiosity, I have already sneaked here..."

"Eh?"

"For example, the guard, he performed your surgery in the hospital." Winfield said one by one without reservation, "I went to the hospital just in case, and wanted to send you the antidote. Cupid through the Internet account Chatted with you, oh, and thieves..."

"There are thieves?" Songxue tilted her head.

She remembered that in Werewolf Killing, the thieves belonged to the third camp, and their ability was to exchange identity cards. In this special "rules of the game", wouldn't it be...

"Well," Winfield seemed to see what she was thinking, and nodded briskly, "That's right, he changed his identity and played soy sauce by your side. Don't worry, this is not his mission world, it's just a one-day visit, it's unnecessary He won't do anything, and certainly won't get in your way."

"Oh, I might know who it is." Songxue said slowly.

She remembered the meaningful glance Nioh Masaharu gave her when they set up a trap the day before, and she couldn't help but feel a chill on the back of her neck, then lowered her head and touched her neck: "Sure enough, he saw through it."

Winfield smiled softly, without denying it, and patted her on the shoulder.

"Then, let's work hard in the days to come, Syl."

Atobe sent Songxue back to the Baima apartment, and instead of telling the driver to leave immediately, he lowered the window of the car and looked at her carefully.

"It's very late today." He vaguely reminded that if you still want to do something, it's best not to act so late.

The subtext is just not safe.

Songxue answered irrelevantly: "The school has already notified that classes will be suspended tomorrow. It should be because we are afraid that everyone will have emotional problems. Let us stay at home and rest for two days. Classes will resume on Friday and make up on weekends."

Atobe also simply replied: "That's good."

Before he closed the car window, Songxue thought of something again, took two steps forward and patted the car door: "By the way, Mr. Atobe, about the murder weapon—oh, that knife, how is the investigation going?"

"Even if you shorten the time frame, with so many stores and so many videotapes, it's still a big project." Atobe said slowly, "I'll go back and ask about the progress, and I'll let you know the results as soon as I have them."

"Thank you."

……

The next day, Matsuyuki sat at a ramen shop near the school and finished lunch when he received an email from Atobe.

The students weren't there, and it wasn't time for a break, so the ramen shop was empty, except for her, there were only a few shop assistants busy in the back kitchen.

She went out to the vending machine next door to buy two bottles of juice, and when she returned to the store, there were already people waiting there.

"What do you want from me?" Mizushima sat quietly in the position she had just sat in, roughly surveying the environment of the store, with a clueless expression.

Songxue walked over, sat down opposite her, and put two bottles of fruit juice with different flavors on the table: "I don't know what you like to drink, I'll pick it randomly, if you don't mind—"

Mizushima chose orange juice between orange juice and grape juice.

Songxue took the bottle of grape juice she had left, opened the can, and let out a puff of air.

"You're a very sensible person, Mizushima."

The girl gave her a cold look, but didn't answer immediately, waiting to see what he had to say.

"If the current support team loses you again, it may really have to disband." Songxue continued.

Mizushima frowned: "Matsumoto Yuko will return to school soon, her suspicion has been cleared—"

"But I think she might not be in the mood to face those people anymore." She interrupted forcefully, adding some emphasis, "The prince of the tennis club, and the support club...you."

Mizushima Jing finally raised his head and looked directly into her eyes.

"So, what do you want to express when you come to chat with me?"

Songxue took a sip of the juice soda, put the can back on the table, and whispered a word: "Curtain."

"what?"

"The Curtain of Poirot's last case," she repeated clearly. "He also mentioned before that there is Iago in "Othello", and unfortunately, there is Norton in "The Curtain", who has become the last and most difficult opponent in his life."

The voice fell, and the shop fell into a brief silence.

The only sound left is the popping of soda pop in the can.

"Mizushima-san," Songxue said slowly, looking at the obviously shaken eyes of the other party, "The knife found at the scene belongs to you."