I'm surviving in a love game

When I woke up the next morning, there was a thick layer of white mist on the window, and snowflake shapes extended from the corners of the window frame to the center of the window.

Through the blurry windows, the outside is already a vast expanse of whiteness. Both the buildings and the greenery are covered with a thick layer of snow, and the ground is full of snow-covered scenes.Fortunately, the heating and air conditioning was still on in the room, so it wouldn't be too cold, so she got up and went to the bathroom to wash up.

He walked out of the bathroom within a few minutes and put on a thicker winter coat.

The ingredients in the refrigerator are no longer fresh, so let's go outside for breakfast, thinking this way, Shiori Hoshimiya picked up the key and prepared to leave.

She remembered all the conversation with Ranpo yesterday.

"Hiss—" Rao had prepared himself best, but he was still gasped by the cold air outside, and locked the door inflexibly with his hands tucked into his sleeves.

The large open space facing the dormitory building has now become a clean and flawless canvas, but if you look closely, you can still see plum blossom footprints that may have been left by stray dogs, all of which are series after series.Looking from a distance, you can see the pedestrians on the streets around the building or going to work or school.

She raised her hand to gather the dark red scarf and went downstairs.

The Chinese breakfast restaurant that Xinggong Shizhi often goes to is also busy with people coming and going.

"Take two meat buns, please." After ordering, she put her hands in her pockets. The cashier at the front desk was a middle-aged woman. Since Xinggong Shiori frequented her, she was familiar with her.

"Is that gentleman not with you?" she asked, without stopping to operate the cash register.

which sir?

The cashier's words made Hoshimiya Shiori a little confused, "Sorry, who is that sir?"

The middle-aged woman smiled, "Although he looks like a teenager, he always feels like a restrained adult, so I called him Mr.

This explanation, which cannot be regarded as an explanation, confuses Xinggong Shiori even more.

But she still captured the key words in Madam's words, youthful appearance...?

Atsushi Nakajima was the only one who came to this breakfast shop with her, so she asked tentatively, "Is it a child who is slightly taller than me and has silver hair?"

"Ah, yes." She nodded.

It turned out to be Dun, didn't I expect that he would come here for breakfast from time to time later?

"And every time that gentleman comes, he will sit where you usually sit, even if it is windy and rainy." She clicked on one of the window seats, which was indeed Xinggong Shiori's habitual choice seat.

"Is that so..." Shiori Hoshimiya showed a polite smile, knowing this fact from others made her uneasy for no reason.

When leaving the store with the packed breakfast, Hoshimiya Shiori passed by the transparent glass floor-to-ceiling windows and turned her head to look. Except for her own figure reflected on the window, for a moment, she seemed to see it too, sitting quietly Atsushi Nakajima by the window.

Then, what kind of mood did he sit in Hoshimiya Shiori's seat...?

Hoshimiya Shiori turned her head and pretended that nothing happened, as if she had never talked to the cashier at all.

But after coming to the detective agency, he still looked at the desk where Atsushi Nakajima was at the first time with guilt.

Sorry.

She half closed her eyes.

Yesterday's phone call broke the sense of peace brought by the midwinter. After discussing all night, everyone finally came to the decision to let Shiori Xinggong go to the appointment (there are many reasons why Shiori Xinggong insisted).

"We have already contacted the military and police. At that time, lurking personnel will be arranged near the destination, and the snipers are already in place." Kunikida read out the specific arrangements after today one by one according to the pamphlet.

It seemed to be safe, but Hoshimiya Shiori felt that a pair of invisible hands were stuck on her neck and were slowly tightening.

But is this really what she wants?

Once the virus problem is resolved, it means she will leave this world.

Then, what happened from the beginning, those joyful or sad memories, will also return to zero.

But the situation in the real world no longer allowed her to have any delay, she could only move forward.

The time given by Dostoevsky was five o'clock in the afternoon towards the evening.

In the evening, the subtle transition point between day and night is also known as the moment of encountering magic.

This nickname is very reasonable now, because what Shiori Xinggong is about to face is indeed a demon-like existence.

Everyone is arranging everything in an orderly manner. In order to prolong the time for the other party to realize the ambush as much as possible, Shiori Xinggong has also been told a lot.

Sensing that the quietest thing is Luanbu sitting in the corner, Xinggong Shizhi approached and patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, "What's wrong?"

"I'm just thinking, how likely is it that you won't go?" He rested his index finger on his chin, "I have a very bad feeling."

"However, if that's what you really want to do, then do it." Before this, Xinggong Shizhi would never have thought that she could hear such words from Ranbu.

He restrained his childishness, and tried his best to accommodate Shiori Xinggong.

"Well, after all, there are everyone behind me."

But what is even more strange is Osamu Dazai who disappeared inexplicably, which makes people doubt the connection. Although he usually comes and goes like this without a trace, he just disappeared at this critical moment, which is really hard not to think about.

The first priority, however, is preparation.

Finally, it was five o'clock in the afternoon.

In fact, as early as the early morning of this morning, the military and police had already arranged for manpower to follow.And Xinggong Shiori and his team also came down to the designated high-rise building under cover at around two o'clock in the afternoon.

Hoshimiya Shiori wears tiny headsets in her ears that keep her in touch with others.

Sitting in the back seat, the air outlet of the air conditioner in the car happened to be facing her, and her fingertips were already sweating, and she didn't know whether it was because it was too hot or too nervous.

Time passed by minute by minute, but she seemed to have lost the ability to perceive the passage of time.

When she was told that it was five o'clock, Hoshimiya Shiori didn't notice the reality.

Open the door, the cold air makes people wake up instantly.

She walked into the building, and the people inside were evacuated as soon as she got the news.The only sound echoing in the empty hall was Shiori Hoshimiya's footsteps walking to the elevator.

With a ding, the door was slowly opened, like a big mouth that might lead to a result that people don't want to face, and Shiori Xinggong stepped in.

The numbers on the display screen directly above the elevator kept jumping up.

It didn't take long for the top floor to arrive.

As the elevator door opened again, the roof covered with a layer of snow that had not completely melted jumped into view.

The author has something to say:

when i fell into the spell pit

Roommate: [playing with mobile phone] Ah, I understand!

Me: [Suddenly excited] What enlightenment? ?What? ? ?Gojo Wu? ? ? ! ! !