don't you have a wife of your own

The sound of the dice spinning stopped, and the surrounding became deathly silent.

In this dead silence, the girl who tore off her own skin on the frame slowly twisted her neck.Her neck turned 180 degrees directly, and her pale face stared at Gojo Satoru indifferently.

'Her' white hair was stained with blood, and her white cheeks were like a flawless lamb.A reddish viscous liquid flowed from the purple inverted crown imprint under her left eye, and the inverted crown-shaped imprint turned into a wound that could not heal.

The liquid was exactly the same as the liquid that dripped from the fox's body after the second floor was peeled off.

The liquid overflowed the photo frame and flowed to Gojo Satoru's feet.Gojo Satoru wanted to move his feet, but he couldn't move no matter what.

It seemed that the body no longer belonged to me, and another terrible emotion occupied the brain - this was not fear, but a strange, indescribable excitement!

He raised his hand, grabbed the picture frame, and tore it off the wall, the smile on his face became wild and crazy.

[Player please be sane, sc11d61]

The dice spun silently in the dark.The photo frame torn off by Gojo Satoru quickly disintegrated, turning into an old and dusty old photo.The part of the girl's head that tore off her own skin was scribbled on with a black marker pen, and her true colors could no longer be seen.

Oi Chuan Yuejian was taken aback by Gojo Satoru's sudden action: "Teacher Gojo?"

"Did you find anything?"

Gojo Satoru held the photo frame and turned his back to Oi Chuanyuejian. He Chuanyuejian couldn't see the expression on his face, but saw Gojo Satoru's shoulders shaking suddenly.She hurriedly walked around to Gojo Wu, grabbed his sleeve and tugged: "Teacher Wujo?"

Gojo Gojo was holding the old photo frame in one hand, and in the other hand was holding the children's flashlight that Oi Chuan Yue Jian had given him—he looked down at Oi Chuan Yue Jian, tears streaming down his beautiful face.

His tears shone like diamonds in the diffused light of the flashlight.

[Investigator Gojo Satoru falls into temporary madness. 】

【Temporary symptom 1d10=8】

[Symptoms: Hysteria: The investigator showed extreme emotions such as laughing, crying, roaring, and fear.Duration half an hour. 】

"I'm fine-hahaha-hahaha-"

Gojo Satoru covered his face and laughed, tears kept falling from his eyes.His laughter was mixed with crying, and the expression on his face became extremely contradictory and antagonistic.

Because he laughed so much that Gojo Satoru had to bend over, leaning on the photo frame with one hand to support himself.Oi Chuanyuejian looked at him helplessly, but was not so scared as to run away.

She tentatively asked, "Do you still know who I am?"

Of course Gojo Satoru knew who she was.

His facial features showed various expressions uncontrollably, tears almost blurred his vision, even at this point he couldn't control himself from laughing.The center responsible for emotional control in the brain seems to be blown up. If it is now in reality, Gojo Satoru is not sure if he will immediately rush into the Zenyuan's house and set off a magic ceremony in front of their building as a celebration firework.

He was probably insane, but not completely insane.Conjurers are lunatics. Is temporary madness really crazy for conjurers?

His mind was more active than ever, even though he was in a game at this moment, Gojo Satoru felt an unprecedented sense of joy.

He picked up the photo frame again, laughed and reached out to wipe the girl's head stained by a marker.As Gojo Satoru raised the photo frame, Oikawa Tsukimi also noticed it.

She frowned slightly, and raised the flashlight to examine carefully: the warm yellow light of the flashlight swept over every detail.

Immediately afterwards, Oi Chuanyuejian's expression became dull for a moment.Her eyes stayed with the light of the flashlight on the photo girl's head smeared with a marker.

Gojo Satoru ran over the piece roughly with his thumb, and soon he rubbed a hole in the fragile and old photo.He simply threw away the photo, the crazy smile on his face gradually subsided, and he turned to look at He Chuanyuejian.

The crisp sound of the photo frame falling to the ground brought her back to her senses, but Oi Chuanyuejian still couldn't help but stare at the girl on the photo frame.Gojo Satoru rubbed his teary eyes, and approached Kawatsuki - she realized that Gojo Satoru was approaching, and raised her head to look at Gojo Satoru suspiciously.

pat!

A drop of tear fell from the blue pupil of the young man's blue eyes, just falling on Oikawa Tsukimi's cheek.

Gojo Satoru's face was flushed from crying, and his eyelashes were wet with tears, curling up strand by strand.He cried so weakly and indifferently, and in the next second he put his arms on the wall, forming a posture of imprisoning He Chuanyuejian: "Do you know the person in the photo frame?"

Ji Chuanyuejian's expression dimmed, showing a bit of sadness: "I know."

"That's Saeko, my... good friend."

"We grew up together, went to school together, and joined the same club. No one in this world is closer and more familiar than Saeko and me."

Gojo Satoru bent over slightly, and his tearful and beautiful face did not make people feel weak, but instead had a frightening madness and coldness.He squeezed Oi Chuanyuejian's chin to force the girl to look up, more tears shone and shone, rolling from Gojo Satoru's eyes to Oi Chuanyuejian's nose and cheeks.

"But the papers say she's dead—by suicide by jumping off a building."

Gojo Satoru was crying, questioning Chuanyuejian in an irrefutable tone: "She didn't commit suicide, did she?"

Oi Chuanyuejian's tone was firm: "Saeko definitely did not commit suicide!"

"Someone killed Saeko, and I'll find the murderer."

At this moment, everything Oi Chuanyuejian did finally has the right reason-in essence, it is still in line with the correct values: In order to avenge the friends who grew up together, he would not hesitate to become a murderer who slaughtered prey, and voluntarily stayed in this place. In the endless cycle of nightmares.

This reason is more convincing to Gojo Satoru than Guang Weizheng's previous excuses.

Gojo Satoru loosened Kawazuki's jaw, stood up straight, glanced at the photo frame thrown on the ground by him, and calmly stated in a choked cry: "This is a portrait, and the person who is about to be eaten in the painting is Sae Saeko. The person who drew this picture may be the one who killed Saeko.”

He felt like he was close to connecting the threads, but something was missing.What else?There should be another very important clue - he missed it.

Oi Chuan Yuejian picked up the photo frame thrown on the ground and inspected it: "There is no signature, and the painting technique...is just a very ordinary color painting, without any distinctive personal characteristics."

"However, there are not many people in our school who can draw. It shouldn't take too much time to investigate the author of this painting."

"In short, let's go to the president's office first. The longer the time drags on, the more unfavorable it is for us. It's almost twelve o'clock now."

She threw the photo frame back to the ground, and she had no intention of bringing the portrait of the "closest and most familiar friend" with her.Compared with Gojo Satoru, who fell into a temporary state of madness due to a sudden inspiration, Oikawa Tsukimi looked like a normal person.

Gojo Satoru didn't hear the NC's reminder that he needed to be rational at all, which meant that Ji Chuanyuejian hadn't been rational.

She is uninspired?Or failed the inspiration roll?

Or is it because I knew the identity of the girl in the painting early, so I don't need to dice for inspiration?

Gojo Satoru was crying, but his eyes were soberly and calmly watching Oi Chuanyuejian.At this time, Oi Chuanyuejian took out a small handkerchief from the pocket of his school uniform jacket, and handed it to Gojo Satoru: "Teacher Gojo, do you want to wipe your tears?"