After being surrounded by the healing system

A girl as pale as an undead sits with her head down on a pitch-black altar made of unknown materials and methods.

This altar is extremely ancient, and it has been so old that human beings dare not even guess it with naked eyes. It seems that no matter how bold a guess is, it can only be an underestimation, but anyone who knows some relevant knowledge can understand it immediately. The construction and construction of this altar is far beyond the scope of what humans can do. It is a craft that humans in this era cannot even imagine or even believe in.

The windless light gray windbreaker on the girl's body was terribly wide, like a gray flame that was spreading and spreading around, like the minions of some indescribable beast, baring its teeth and claws, as if isolating the outside world from them contact with the owner.

From her clothes, it can be seen that the age she was born in should be quite vibrant—it is the modern age where the development of the human age is becoming more and more prosperous, but she is like an ancient puppet that came from a distant time, lifeless .

Under the hem of her dark gray clothes that seemed to be nothingness, there were dark red vertical pupils that were terrifying but eerie and beautiful. The species that exists will be amazed, but it is true-they are worried about the girl.

It was like hoping that she would survive.

At this moment, the girl's whole body is so thin that it seems that the light can see through it. Her skin, which was still blood-colored before, was as pale as a vampire's. The color of her iris is like diluted blood, and there is no focal point. She has completely given up her will, just to get the most valuable result for her.

Phantom tentacles like billions of starlight aggregates pass through her clothes in vain. These tentacles seem to be full leaf-like branches, or a kind of sheet-like wings with a special structure, just like the tail feathers of a peacock Stretched and spread out, the white, void, like an indeterminate nebula and a fixed shape, constantly changing the angle of light, unexpectedly forcibly creates a strange and gorgeous sense of vitality.

——They are incomparably immature, in desperate need of nourishment.

Her ears are no longer the round ears of human beings, but a pair of small 'wings' that completely violate the racial characteristics and physiological structure of human beings.

There was no one around the altar, but there were rustling but extremely noisy whispers of madness.

Carnival, crazy, as if a grand celebration is about to be ushered in, these crazy noises are enough to drown anyone's reason, thought or even soul in an instant.

"Bang-bang-!"

There were several loud bangs, accompanied by a deafening muffled sound as the heavy door that had gone through a long time fell, and a huge, terrifying monster that could not be described in any words known to mankind lifted itself up to the point of sharpness. The claws that could tear apart space slashed towards the altar that it couldn't climb up due to the special magic protection.

This monster can vaguely distinguish some characteristics of a 'white tiger', but people will soon distinguish it from the white tiger in human concepts. Ears, brains, and any senses that can be used by humans to recognize and understand the outside world are insulted.

[——]

The roar of the monster suppressed the crazy whispers from a distant time and space for a moment, and then it became even more powerful like a fish in a boiling water pot, as if fearing that the perfect 'sacrifice' on the altar would be taken away , Those voices were boiling, gurgling and gurgling, getting closer and closer to the highest point of the altar.

[——! ]

It was an extremely creepy roar, it did not belong to any kind of beast or animal, and it was not quite accurate to say that it was a roar. This sound seemed to be whispering, but it was so deafening, like a special spell , it seems to be angry and howling.

Like a stray dog ​​that has found its home and been cruelly abandoned, it still foolishly and loyally wants to get back the person it believes in.

Under its roar, as if expressing her refusal attitude, the girl slowly closed her eyes, as if letting herself be completely plunged into the muddy and suffocating darkness. All are looking for the voice.

【——】

It is still a treacherous sound that cannot be described in words, so distorted and ethereal, like an inhuman whisper from an extremely distant time and space, it seems that for just a moment, all creatures who hear this sound have a feeling The horror of being dissolved and distorted, wished to gouge out his ears.

But she understood, the voice was calling her.

'He' was calling "sister", he traveled through distant time, space and dimension, and returned to his blood relatives.

With the chilling sound of drawing, the carnival whispers around the altar became more and more insane and disorderly, so harsh that the girl who should have sacrificed herself for the resurrection of the person she missed frowned.

Those whispers of madness or joy were swallowed one after another, so the world seemed to return to peace after that.

— seems to be over.

[Name: Edogawa Ranpo

Occupation: Detective

Faction: Armed Detective Agency/—— (EXPUNGED)

Processed Events: —— (Erased, but can be seen to have four digits)

Biography:——(expunged)

Status: dead

Cause of death:——(erased)]

【Name: Oda Sakunosuke

Occupation: employee

Faction: Armed Detective Agency

Events Processed: —— (Erased, but can be seen to be double digits)

Resume: Once a professional killer, under the guidance of a certain writer, he abandoned the dark side and turned to the bright side. Adhering to the principle of not killing, he worked in the mafia for several years. After saving enough money, he jumped to the Armed Detective Agency and became a mediocre specialist. A member of the "special" case, but the "special" case taken over by the Armed Detective Society far exceeds his previous worldview.

Status: dead

Cause of death:——(erased)]

【Name: Fukuzawa Yukichi

Occupation: Swordsman

Faction: Armed Detective Agency

Event processing: ——start (erased, but it can be seen that it is a three-digit number)

Biography: The president of the Armed Detective Agency, after the soul detective Edogawa Ranpo of the Armed Detective Agency and the member Oda Sakunosuke died, as the president, he resolutely stood up and entrusted everything to the appointed successor Kunikida After taking the lead, such as Edogawa Ranpo and Oda Sakunosuke became executors who specialized in handling 'special' cases.

Status: dead

Cause of death:——(erased)]

……

【Name: Son of Akutagawa Takashi

Occupation: (blank)

Age: (blank)

Faction: Armed Detective Agency/—— (EXPUNGED)

Incidents handled: 1

Life resume: (blank)

Status: Unknown]

The body seems to be getting lighter and lighter. To be able to die in such an easy way in such a world, Akutagawa Takashi's son feels that he should be considered lucky. If Akutagawa Yin can be revived as he wished, then she will die without regret.

The son of Akutagawa Takashi recalled the beginning of this chaotic and illogical disaster a long time ago. She and her younger brother Akutagawa Yin were chosen as sacrifices by a group of believers who believed in foreign gods for some unknown reason.

Those people who can't see their faces in robes have extremely weird methods. Even with the supernatural power 'Rashomon', the son of Akutagawa Takashi, who is only six years old, is hard to teach. She can escape, but she doesn't want to leave The younger brother, Akutagawa Gin, and the older sister who stubbornly refused to escape by herself were caught together with the younger brother.

From the beginning to the end, the son of Akutagawa Ryo remembered that he had always hugged his only family member, Akutagawa Yin, even if he was thrown into the pool of living flesh and blood under the altar, even if he lost consciousness, the son of Akutagawa Ryo was sure that he would never let go. open a little bit.

She had to protect her brother, her only blood relative, the only spider's thread that made her willingly have anything to do with this damned horrible world.

But even so, in his drowsy consciousness, the son of Ryo Akutagawa felt that the person he was holding tightly in his arms was slowly dissolving, like minced meat and muddy mud, and finally turned into the people under them. The texture of those structures in the pool of flesh and blood is muddy, slippery, and sticky.

[Sister... I'm sorry. 】

When she woke up, her brother was gone.

The siblings who had never been separated separated for the first time, and she survived intact, so it seems that the sacrifice accepted in that sacrifice was Yin Akutagawa, while the son of Ryo Akutagawa seemed to be Being favored by that god, he could choose to become another person, put on a vest, and use someone else's face, identity, and ability to plunge headlong into the vortex where there is no regret.

The death of the vest will not affect the body of Akutagawa Ryoko. The number of vests lost by Akutagawa Ryoko means how many times she died in those extremely bad worlds. But fortunately, the vest skill set and luck she used They were all very powerful, and only lost three until the end.

And the last task is also the first time that the son of Akutagawa Takashi uses his own body to do an investigation task.

In order to find Akutagawa Yin, the son of Akutagawa Ryo can endure all hardships.

She finally came to her end.

The 'gods' have no real benevolence, and everything is just dramas, stories, and interesting entertainment for them.

Even the son of Akutagawa Ryo is quite special to them.

It's just that a cub is a cub after all, and a weak cub that hasn't grown up, no matter how powerful it is, can only be a plaything in the palm of its hand.

The son of Akutagawa Ryo, who was physically and mentally exhausted, had already put his life and death beyond his control. If he wanted to die, he would only seek relief. This kind of exhaustion from the soul was too tiring.

The eyelids were so heavy that they seemed to be hung with heavy weights, and she couldn't open them at all. She seemed to have lost her breathing, and her lungs were no longer functioning at all, but she didn't have the reaction of hypoxia and suffocation.

"What a thick fog... how did I get into the forest?"

A gentle female voice came, the voice was flustered and bewildered, obviously she was going through something so weird that she had to be afraid.

Toko Fujiwara never imagined that she would get lost like this in Yahara, which she has lived in for several years and is very familiar with.

Probably the bag containing the things was scratched by things like branches and bushes, and the things inside fell to the ground. Fujiwara Toko hurriedly picked it up, and the round potatoes fell out of the bag like an unstoppable rolling roll , she was quite at a loss to pick up other vegetables and fruits, to pick up the rolling potatoes.

The potato encountered an obstacle and stopped, and the food blocking the round potato was not an ordinary thing, but a small part of a jade white dragon's tail.

"This is..." Toko Fujiwara saw the scene in front of her, her pupils were illuminated brightly, and everything she saw in front of her eyes was beyond all her cognition and understanding of this world, and she found that apart from this piece of The area and the rest of the place were covered by dense fog. She turned her head, but she couldn't see the way she came from.

Fujiwara Toko only felt that her throat was terribly dry, and she slowly turned her head away like a rusty machine that had been in disrepair.

What kind of creatures did she see?Toko Fujiwara couldn't be sure, but her intuition told her that this is a more advanced, beautiful, and powerful existence than human beings, just as beautiful and shocking as the gods imagined by the world.

The upper body of the creature in front of me is similar to that of a human... no, it is a girl who surpasses the limits of human understanding of beauty, while the lower body is a slender and twisted body of a jade white dragon.

The leaf-shaped illusory tentacles extending from the girl's body are like the gathering of billions of stars, and they are not inferior to the wings of angels in Western mythology. They are like the most beautiful vines in the world, scattered or gathered, and their beauty is bewitching People's hearts, even people want to merge with it, become a part of beauty.

They are entangled on the ground, entwined on the surrounding tree trunks, and spread out into the invisible thick fog. Toko Fujiwara's surprise, their brilliance can be seen even in the thick fog that is so deep that you can't see your fingers. vaguely see clearly.

By coincidence, Toko Fujiwara abandoned cowardice and hesitation, and walked towards that inhuman existence in a daze.

It's like being guided and attracted by something.

Then she met a pair of dragon's eyes with a light color like the first cherry blossoms.

Her emotion at the moment is...fear?

No, it is not.

"Would you like to come to my house?" Fujiwara Toko heard his own voice, as if a body separated from consciousness said, "My lord."

Those beautiful to distorted cherry pink eyes full of vitality were like a mirror clearly reflecting the figure and face of the woman in front of her. Following the woman's words, they were easily given to exist here. 'Longzi' seemed slightly stunned because he couldn't believe the invitation from the person in front of him.