I swept Yokohama with a vest

The group of people in black with /guns/killed/killed in an upright way rested peacefully in the alleys of Radium Bowl Street, only the heavy rain washed the bloody ground endlessly.

Chulu Yezhizi finally doesn't have to worry about the enemy, and can appreciate his own broken beauty openly, from any angle he wants to appreciate.

While sighing, she manually blocked the system.

Garbage system, wrong cat for life.

[Actually, in a sense, casually setting up a cat on the street can really accomplish the task. ] The system falters and makes a weak chicken sound, [Generally speaking, no one would shoot a cat with a gun, right? ]

"Yes, I have once again realized that high school students are creatures with even less human rights than cats," the host lady calmly said, "Let's do it again."

For Vest, death is not the end.

Just like when Hatsukano Chiko was equipped with "Cherry", Tsushima Sakurako's only function on the battlefield was to be thrown into the enemy group, the blood condensed into a cherry and then exploded/exploded, and then picked up by Alice in time, and handed over to the Yosano Akiko healed and was thrown out again.

It was a period of great training of human willpower. From that time, Chulu Yezhizi learned patience, dormancy and not fear of death.

[Do you still need psychological counseling services? ] The system asked subconsciously, showing a skilled attitude towards the host.

Chulu Yezhizi is not interested in the simple and rude psychological counseling that strengthens the desire to survive, and refuses: "No, just start the next time."

A part of the bloodstains on the ground began to emit scarlet gleams, and those gleams surrounded the wet red skirt and dirty white cuffs of the vest, and after a while, a piece of paper slowly condensed in the air.

It is the page of "Retrograde", and the scene on it is similar to the page of "Cherry". They are all like real portraits, engraved with vests and scenes:

The heavy rain was pouring down, and the white-haired girl in kimono standing in the dark alley was holding a black umbrella, the corners of her lips curled into a smile that was not a smile, the accumulated water on the ground dimmed the light of the lights at the entrance of the alley. Blurred her reflection a bit, like a drowning dead.

All in all, at first glance, people have an urge to be infected with the other party's gloomy temperament, die for her, and live for her.

"It looks so cool," Chulu Yezhizi sighed, "It would be even cooler if he died."

[......]

The system began to hesitate whether to backhand the host who stabbed continuously.

The perfect hostess took a few steps forward, and while avoiding the decadent and blooming skirt on the ground, reached out to catch the page, and turned it over.

On the front of this page is a picture of a beautiful woman, and on the back are several cursive characters that occupy the center of gravity: "Retrograde"

Under the shading of "Retrograde", there is another line of text entangled with it, which is "Under the Blooming Cherry Blossom Forest".

[This is the technique of this vest. ] The system said, [When manipulating this sorcerer's vest, you can control it as you wish. ]

The spells of every conjurer are basically innate. Mantra power can be understood as electricity, while spells are different electrical appliances. The negative emotions of the conjurer will have a stimulating effect.

That's why, before Michiko Oba died, she lost control and used magic to tear off the heads of those men in black.

Chu Luye Zhizi himself didn't mean that, anyway, sooner or later, he would have to go back to the file, and killing the opponent now would only increase the mechanical tediousness of killing/killing.

And usually, killing someone is too rude and offensive to her.

She recalled Michiko Oba's loss of control in the end, subconsciously said vigilantly: "I'm just an ordinary high school student, what do you want to do?!"

The system pondered for a while, and asked: [Honey, how many people have you killed? ]

Unfortunately, a lot.

On the battlefield, many people were blown/dead by Tsushima Sakurako's all-in-one method. Just now, more than a dozen men in black were directly decapitated by an out-of-control technique.

It said at the subtle moment of Miss Host's expression: [Including when you think you are playing a game. ]

This is obviously not the real world, but it is not the game world that Chuluye Zhizi is most familiar with.

Games are a very delicate thing. According to the rules of the game, killing people is not illegal. It is even an indispensable daily routine for every player. However, the system is not sure whether a high school girl who loves learning loves games. up.

I don't know why, but when the game was mentioned, the system noticed something from the subtle expression of Chulu Yezhizi.

Just like the horror star with pink hair, he is usually ordinary, but only when specific words are mentioned, will he reveal his unique side.

"..." Chu Luye Zhizi asked, "Do you remember how much rice you have eaten?"

The driver said respectfully: "My lord, the destination has arrived."

Michiko Oba didn't even lift her eyelids, and replied softly, "Yes."

Even with the psychological shadow of the pink horror star, the system's ability to go back in time has always been possible, but it will cause a little impact on the person involved, such as dizziness and increased certain memory images.

Also, I strongly doubt whether this world is a sequela of the game world. The system just gave a very appropriate example, just like playing a game.

Whether it is a quick three-second death or a relaxed time travel, it is a kind of behavior that is careless and contemptuous of life, and when this kind of behavior seems to gradually become the main theme of one's life, perhaps using a game as an analogy is most appropriate.

She confirmed the system for the last time: "I know this is not the real world, but are you sure it's not the game world? The game color you bring is too strong."

This kind of topic can't be answered, should the system applaud happily: [Haha, that's right, this is the game world created by Blank! ]

Come on, it will be kicked away by the host immediately.

The system uses a behavior that perfectly avoids direct answers: [Since 'I don't remember how many grains of rice I have eaten', you should be very skilled in the next reversal of the situation. ]

The driver braked steadily, and then walked to the back door with a black umbrella. While putting the umbrella on the roof of the car, he bowed and opened the door, and said respectfully, "Please get out of the car, my lord."

The white-haired girl in kimono stepped forward and stepped lightly into the stagnant water. The white calf was exposed from the red skirt. The driver only took one look, then lowered his head even further. Word deduction to the highest difficulty.

It's just that this mysterious lord who appeared suddenly wouldn't let him have this kind of suffocating fear. It's just that the other party was personally appointed by the leader, and recently, it happened to be the time when the leader was violent.

At this time, except for the fools who are not clear-headed, everyone else will keep their mouths and eyes shut, and act honestly as a puppet who obeys orders and never defies the authority of the leader.

The surrounding area is very quiet, and the colorful lights in the bustling area of ​​Yokohama are rendering in the sky. Michiko Oba looked around without any trace, and found that there was really no one around, only a few windows showing not so bright lights, but even so, It was too quiet.

She raised her eyebrows with interest.

The name of Radium Bowl Street has spread to Tokyo. There must be a lot of magic spirits in this kind of place, but now, there are neither magic spirits nor humans nearby...

That means there is an ambush.

Mr. Driver held up the umbrella this time as well, with a very humble attitude, never saying a word, and never looking at things that he shouldn't.

When he walked a dozen steps forward, he suddenly heard the adult under the umbrella whisper softly: "It's really annoying. In the beautiful night, there are always guys with short eyes who come out to die."

Ok?

The adult's voice was too calm and breezy, and his walking steps were still as graceful and light as a swallow, and the sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella surface and the ground was too loud, so after two or three seconds, Mr. Responding to what the adult said, at the same time, he heard a burst of noisy footsteps not far away, and they were getting closer.

Michiko Oba raised a hand, and the white sleeve slipped from her white wrist. When that hand landed on the driver, who was wearing a black suit uniform, the smooth beauty of the arcs and details was highlighted: "I'm so sorry Yes, Mr Driver."

"Spell-retrograde."

what?

Not only did Mr. Driver fail to react, even the people in black who had just rushed out of the alley also failed to react.

They followed the instructions in the headsets, and when they arrived at the designated place, they saw only a fleeting red and white figure, and then the pouring rain hit the ground without hindrance, except for the luxury car that just made the sound of braking not far away. Black car, almost no trace of the target person left at the scene.

Is it too late, the target has gone?No, if that's the case, the sniper from above...

Before they finished thinking, they heard a voice coming from the sound of rain: "Are you looking for a concubine?"

This biting female voice with a chuckle came from behind the last man in black.

The people in black heard the sound and subconsciously turned around holding their guns. At the same time, there were gunshots and the sound of guns falling to the ground.

Michiko Oba first teleported to the back of the last man in black, stretched out her hand to strangle the other man's neck while speaking, and took away the hand/gun when the other party subconsciously raised his hand to struggle, and aimed the gun/mouth at the other's temple, Pull the trigger, let go.

This series of actions only took a few seconds, so fast that almost no one could react.

However, the enemy's reaction does not need to be so fast. They are so numerous that they only need a slight buffer period before they can shoot together, allowing Michiko Oba to experience the joy of repeated deaths again.

So she put one hand on Mr. Driver's shoulder, used spells continuously, jumped to the enemy's back again and again, or shot/shot/killed the opponent casually by herself, or when the opponent was shot/shot by the terrified companion Jump away in an instant.

In less than a minute, this area was once again blood-stained, but this time it was no longer the blood of two people, and the victorious side also switched.

After the last man in black was shot dead, the system stuttered and said: [You are not right. ]

Why? ? ?

Didn't you look embarrassed when you died before? ? ?Even revenge is achieved after negative emotions erupt and the technique goes out of control!

Why is your pretty boy so skilled now? ? ?

You know, even if you have the muscle memory of a physical master and automatically understand the spells of the conjurer's vest, normal people will not kill the enemy so neatly when facing the enemy.

Even Tsushima Sakurako is not interested in killing people unless she is stimulated.

Oh, I'm sorry, so you are an ordinary high school girl from PK High School, so it's okay.

"They didn't die." Chu Luye Zhizi said indifferently: "Once it is confirmed that this is not the real world, and they are not real human beings, it is actually very simple."

The system has already experienced how simple it is. It is the gap between a Chu Luye who kills someone else and a Chu Luye who lets someone else kill him.

[…] The system endured it, but couldn't, [Then you are too cruel, aren't you? ]

You know, if you are really an ordinary human being, even if you think that everything here is unreal, you will feel nauseated and frightened when facing such a real bloody scene.

"Too real and unreal human beings will only make me have the uncanny valley effect," said the weak high school student girl, "and I'm afraid. It's normal for human beings to do extraordinary things when they are afraid. ?”

The so-called uncanny valley effect means that after robots reach a certain level of similarity to humans, humans will feel horrified and incomprehensible to some of their flaws. In short, they will have a sense of fear.

The system doesn't believe it.

Chulu Yezhizi, who was in a relaxed state, didn't care. She explained with typical player thinking: "Besides, if this is a game and I am a player, I am already merciful, okay? An experiment where Fang NPC can harm... Huh."

When she said the last sentence, the benevolent high school student turned her eyes slightly, and looked at Mr. Driver, who hadn't fully recovered and was a little pale. The expression on his face became thoughtful.

[? ? ? ]

Wait, what do you want to do?Can starting an in-situ experiment immediately damage friendly npcs?This is not a game at all, and the driver is not an npc, okay?

"Since you brought me out of jail from classmate Qi Mu, you should have expected it, right?" Chuluye Zhizi said.

Little question mark, are you very systematic.

The system stiffly repeats the key points: [Jailbreak? ]

"Yes," Chuluye Zhizi raised his hand to cover his lips, and the white cuffs stained by the enemy's blood seemed to faint into her smiling eyes, "I went to PK High School just because Saiki-san was watching over me. I have been a long time, Haven't played a game in a long time."

The weak high school student seemed to take it for granted: "Isn't a life without games the same as going to jail? Or life imprisonment."

No, something is wrong with you. I always feel that the game you are referring to is not the game that ordinary people think of.

She stepped on the spreading blood and walked towards a clean place. After the blood on the clogs was taken away by the accumulated water, she turned her head slightly and said softly: "Mr. Driver, please lead the way. I have never been here before. I don't know where Dr. Sen lives."

The driver shuddered, and immediately restrained the look on his face, and replied respectfully: "Yes, my lord!"

It's just that before he reached Michiko Oba, he heard seven or eight extremely small gunshots in succession, and the adult's body quickly disappeared in place and flashed to another place.

However, she didn't stand firm and shook her body, and the white skirt on her chest was quickly stained red with blood.

A sniper from a distance hit her in the heart.