Protect our prophets

Suddenly a whistle sounded next to him, Songxue shuddered, turned his head to look over, and thought, this extended Lincoln looks familiar, maybe...

At this time, Renzu showed half of his head from the lowered car window, and shook his hand at her: "Hi."

"Why are you here?"

Atobe on the other side didn't even bother to speak, let himself be covered in the shadow of the car, like an emperor in the dark, full of momentum.

Still he explained with patience: "Yukimura said that he is still a little worried about you, please ask us to pick you up. Uh, I heard——Is there something you are looking for Matsumoto Yuko for?"

Songxue said, "Beat the mandarin ducks with a stick."

"...Huh?" Renzu was stunned.

After getting in the car, Songxue explained to them: "I heard from Matsumoto that the two elders originally intended for them to get engaged after graduating from high school..."

Shinozu: "Ah, this."

Why is it endless?

"Oh?" Atobe became interested instead, "Is the script of your polygamy not over yet?"

"That's why I want to help them cut the mess quickly." Matsuyuki said, "Everyone thinks that Matsumoto Yuko likes Yukimura, but what if she doesn't? With her status in the family, her two younger brothers have just started elementary school... Anyway, is she really the same? The eldest daughter of the Matsumoto family still has the right to decide her future marriage."

The two people on the opposite side were taken aback: "She doesn't like Yukimura?"

"It's hard to explain clearly to you." She said slowly, "Well, to put it simply, you can treat it as a misunderstanding."

Songxue wasn't sure if they could understand it.The carriage fell silent, holding back his thoughts.

And Atobe's complexion gradually sank: "So, Ayanokōji—"

If Matsumoto Yuko doesn't like Yukimura, then she will naturally not feel hurt because of his association with others. Furthermore, Shenmu's motive for killing did not exist in the first place.

Atobe didn't continue, and fell into silence.

Songxue nodded slowly, then looked out the car window.

The street trees on the street kept receding, and the atmosphere in the enclosed space became very oppressive, and a sigh was vaguely heard.Regardless of whether it was a ridiculous misunderstanding or not, Ayanokouji's life had already been taken away.

After a long time, he endured enough and said, "I suddenly feel that the world still needs detectives—not only in novels."

Not only to investigate the case and discover the truth, but more importantly, to discover the truth earlier and prevent all tragedies from the root cause...

This is what a detective is for.

Songxue raised his eyes and looked at Renzu in surprise: "Your ideas are very novel."

"Hey, that's how it's written in the novel." He waved his hand, said modestly, and asked, "Aren't you reading it too?"

"..."

Is it "The Werewolf Game" again?

Songxue closed her eyes slightly in pain: "Don't mention it, I can't take it anymore after watching it for 10 minutes."

"It's not that bad, is it?" Atobe lazily folded his arms, condescendingly joining their discussion of post-reading impressions, "Isn't it a bestseller with rave reviews?"

She hesitated to speak, and shook her head.

Renzu looked at her in shock, slightly unwilling: "Although everyone's reading tastes are different, objectively speaking, it's quite good... Are you sure you don't want to comment after reading it?"

Songxue raised her hand, put it on his wrist, patted it, and said seriously: "You don't understand."

"Uh?"

"That kind of feeling is like... You are looking at the diary you wrote when you were in elementary school. Can you understand it?"

"..."

Ninja slowly punched out a row of question marks.

Atobe suddenly noticed something, and his sharp eyes swept towards her face, the sea-blue eyes narrowed slightly: eyebrows raised: "Huh?"

Songxue was very calm: "Oh yes, I wrote that."

……

Compared to sitting up in astonishment, frantically looking for the signature board, and even forgetting what to call her for a moment, Atobe's reaction was very calm.

He looked Songxue up and down, and didn't question the matter, but asked: "Have you recalled all the previous memories?"

"Not yet." She shook her head slowly, regretfully, "It's just a hunch."

What I have written can be recognized when it is turned into ashes.

Creators are sensitive.

What's more, she also found an unpublished... fanfic at home.

fatal blow.

Songxue checked on the Internet, "Autumn Name White Night" has never published fan derivative works under this pseudonym, not to mention, the protagonist of the Xiaohuang Manga that she collaborated with is still someone she knows close to her.

Whether it is Yukimura or anyone else, they only have a certain amount of fame in a small circle such as the school and the tennis team, and it is not enough for everyone in Japan to know each other.

So, if the author knew them, then she must be with them too...

Songxue closed her eyes peacefully: a real warrior must face the bleak life.

It's just a vest, just drop it!

……

After making mental preparations, she opened her eyes again, startled suddenly.The whole world turned black.

--what's the situation?

Songxue stood up instinctively, and the feeling of sitting on the sofa cushion just now disappeared, as if she was wrapped in a cloud of opaque air.

At first, she saw nothing and heard nothing, but gradually, light appeared in the darkness.

Soft, bright orange beams streamed overhead, illuminating the path ahead.

Songxue looked up, it was a long corridor, the floor was covered with silver tiles, printed with weird black and white patterns, which looked familiar.She distinguished carefully, and felt that it was probably a dark shadow with claws stretched out.

Is it the sign of a "werewolf"?

She suddenly remembered what Xingcheng and Winfield said, raised her head again, and looked down the corridor.

The surrounding area is still pitch-black, but there is a door appearing on the pitch-black "wall" at intervals. It is said to be a "wall", but it is more like the edge of this space.

Before each door hangs a torch, burning with a faint light that never seems to go out.And the doors are engraved with different patterns, as if shrouded in moonlight, exuding a silver-white light.

Songxue looked at the nearest door beside her, and there was a "ball of light" flashing on it, or...

That should be the prophet's crystal ball.

Songxue put her hand on the door, but she didn't see any handle or mechanism.

It seems to be blocked, there is no sign of loosening.She groped around, but found nothing, so she turned to the other end of the corridor, made up her mind, and took a step.

The corridor is not long, and it will soon come to an end.

There is also a door at the end, blocking the passage of the corridor, with silver reliefs carved on both sides, forming the shape of an eye.The torches on both sides flickered as she approached, and then suddenly turned pure white.

Songxue stretched out her hand and pushed it, and the door opened, but the opposite side was still pitch black.

She walked in, opened her eyes, and saw Atobe and Shinobu again.

They were still sitting in the car, the expressions on their faces were the same as before, as if she had just had a dream for a short time, or some hallucinations appeared in front of her eyes...

But Songxue instinctively felt that something was different.

"What's the matter?" Renzu noticed her strange expression, closed the book in his hand, and asked with a smile, "If you're bored, why don't you lend me this book?"

Songxue lowered her head and looked at the familiar cover of "Werewolf Game", only to feel her temples twitch twice.

what on earth is it?

Is it because her memory is confused, or Atobu and the others have lost their memory?

Songxue looked at Atobe cautiously, and was inexplicably looked back at by the other party: "Why, did you go back on your word?"

"What did you regret?"

"It was you who said that Lihai High School couldn't stay any longer and wanted to transfer." Atobe leaned lazily on the headrest, and tapped his fingertips on his knees, "Sequence of the car accident? Is there any problem with memory again?"

"..."

Songxue nodded dully slightly: "Maybe."

She thought, maybe, perhaps, she might have... crossed?

Songxue was sent to the destination by them, and after getting off the car, her brain started working again.

She raised her head and looked deeply at the school gate in front of her, feeling very complicated.

And Sheng High School.

And Sheng...

Is this the Bingsheng she knows? !

The name couldn't be more familiar.

Songxue turned her gaze from the school gate to a row of disciplinary committee members with airplane hair, and finally confirmed that she was right.This is indeed the... manga world in Weekly Shonen Jump.

Soon, a female teacher wearing glasses came over and smiled at her: "Is it Song Xueguang? We have already received the notice. The principal asked me to take you to go through the admission procedures."

She followed the teacher into the school gate in a daze, thinking that the power of the Jibu family should not be underestimated.

The efficiency of Bingsheng's Academic Affairs Office was very high, and Songxue was sent to the door of Class C of the second grade in a blink of an eye. The head teacher of class C enthusiastically introduced her to the whole class, and then picked a seat by the window for her.

As soon as she sat down, the class bell rang.

By this time Songxue had calmed down, silently picked up the newly issued textbooks, and placed them on the table.

Through the analysis of the existing clues, the door she passed through in the "dream" just now is probably the place where the "boss" (if there is such a thing) issues tasks to these awakened ability users.

And the torch in front of the door turned into a white light, which meant... She accepted the mission, then passed through the door, and came to another world.

Atobe and Shinozu just now are probably not the two who worked with her to solve the Ayanokouji case.

What about the others?

She waited patiently until the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and took out her mobile phone. As if she had a heart-to-heart connection, the screen lit up at the same time, indicating that she had received a text message.

"How are you doing in the new school? You suddenly left without saying a word and didn't answer the phone. Yagyu is very worried about you... If something happens, can you tell me?"

Signed by Yukimura Seiichi.

Songxue stared at these words for a while, and gradually had a guess.She held the phone, let it go, and tried to edit a reply: "It's nothing, I just took a new case."

The other side seemed to suddenly understand, and quickly sent: "Okay. I'll wait for you to come back."

...The tone was like that of a housewife waiting for her husband to come home from work.

Could it be that this world is still the background setting of the predecessor? !

She silently put away her phone, forcing herself to bring her attention back to reality.

The most urgent task is to figure out the mission goal this time.

Songxue looked around, and naturally began to understand from the side.

Her attention was quickly placed on an empty table and chair diagonally behind. There was no one on the seat, and the table was empty, which seemed out of place in the busy classroom.

She chatted with the back table for a few words, and changed the subject naturally: "Is there no one in this seat?"

It seemed that everyone heard her voice. For a moment, the classmates around them all turned their heads and looked over with different expressions.

"Oh, that—" someone dragged out his voice.

"That's the trash gang, I haven't been here for a long time, I almost forgot about him."

"What, isn't this address too impolite?" Some people questioned, "He's not the one he used to be—"

"Why not? Since junior high school, the average test score has not exceeded [-] points, and the physical education class is at the bottom. I can't even jump the triple vault. Ha, I guess it's too embarrassing. I might just drop out of school and go to work!"

"Yes, yes, he was a celebrity in our school back then! —Of course it is a negative teaching case, haha!"

A group of people burst into laughter.

In the chirping voice, a few different words were occasionally interjected: "But, I clearly remember...it's strange..."

"What are you talking about? He must be afraid to come to school for fear of losing face."

"I guess so……"

"He's gone." Suddenly, someone said, the voice next to him disappeared unknowingly, and everyone fell silent.

Songxue looked at the girl who spoke.

Located diagonally in front of Songxue two rows away, she sat quietly in her seat, and did not participate in the previous gossip.

And just after she said a word, everyone in the class shifted their focus, and the sound of breathing in the air seemed to become cautious.

The girl has long golden-brown hair, and her facial features are small and delicate, but her eyes, which should be bright, are covered with a layer of haze at this moment, and she is looking at a certain place slightly empty.When she spoke again, her voice was also in a trance, and her tone sounded a little off.

"Sawada Tsunayoshi...he's missing."

The girl's vague voice dissipated into the air, at a loss.

"It's as if he disappeared into this world."