don't you have a wife of your own

Oi Chuan Yuejian was not affected by the oppression of his eyes at all, raised his head and looked at Gojo Satoru calmly: "Because I saw it when I was underwater."

"That monster bit your leg, didn't it?"

The eyes of the two met, and when Ji Chuanyue saw those soft eyes that were filled with honey-like sweetness every time his eyes moved, he did not flinch in the slightest.

Behind him came the sound of water dripping into shallow water.Gojo Satoru stepped back, straightened his waist, looked at her with blue eyes, and suddenly raised his lips to show a mischievous smile: "Why is your expression so serious? Teacher is just asking casually~"

"Come and help me! The wound on my calf hurts—"

Oi Chuanyuejian still couldn't bear Gojo Gojo's acting like a baby, and rubbed his arms with aversion to cold, but he didn't refuse Gojo Gojo's request.She put Gojo Satoru's arm on her shoulders, and helped him quickly leave the corridor.

"There are still monsters on the second floor that may intercept us, Mr. Wujo, are you okay?"

"We don't go to the second floor."

Gojo Satoru put a little weight on Oikawa Tsukimi's shoulders, and casually directed her: "There is a window at the corner of the stairs from the second floor to the third floor, and that window is not sealed with cement. Let's jump directly from the window to the second floor." Stairs, then removed from behind the event center."

Although it is relatively difficult to climb from the bottom to the top, it is much easier to jump from the top to the bottom.

Ji Chuanyue was stunned: "Jump...jump down? The two of us? Just jump?"

Gojo Satoru: "Jump directly, it's too late to walk up the stairs."

The water flow has crossed the third floor corridor and the threshold of the stairs, and gradually flowed to the stairs.I don't know how long the wooden door can last, and there are fox monsters waiting on the second floor that are ready to move - indeed, as Gojo Satoru said, only jumping off the building is the fastest.

It took Oikawa Tsukimi a few seconds to make a judgment, and then he stopped hesitating and helped Gojo Satoru to the window at the corner of the stairs.She pushed the window open and leaned half of her body out: the abnormality in the activity center did not alarm others at all, the lights of the teaching buildings and dormitory buildings not far away had been turned off, and the birch trees not far from the window stood quietly, slender His torso cast a dark shadow.

Like some kind of monster standing silently.

Ji Chuanyuejian: "Are you first or me first?"

Gojo Satoru raised his hand to brush up the falling white hair, exposing his forehead: "I'll carry you out first, step on the window sill on the second floor, and then jump directly into the bushes."

He pressed He Chuanyuejian's waist with both hands, picked her up, and let her out.Oi Chuanyuejian stepped on it tentatively, and stepped firmly on the window sill on the second floor.She raised her head: "Teacher, I stepped on the balcony, come down quickly!"

Gojo Satoru didn't waste time, turned over and crawled out - the wound on the calf started to hurt after a while, but it still had no effect on Gojo Satoru's actions.

After stepping on the window sill on the second floor, he stepped on the window sill and jumped back, falling into the dense bushes behind the activity center building.

This is also the place where Oi Chuanyuejian dragged him to hide when Wujo Wu jumped off the building in the second week.

The branches and leaves of the small bushes scraped across his cheeks and neck. Wujou groaned after falling into the bushes, and got up as soon as he landed; the bushes around him made the same sound of bearing a heavy load. He turned his head and looked sideways. Sure enough, Oi Chuanyue Jian also fell into the bushes.

Probably due to lack of experience, Ji Chuanyuejian fell worse than him, and when he climbed out of the bushes, his thighs and calves were covered with small wounds.She limped and supported the nearby birch tree to stand up, gasping for cold air.

Wutiaowu: "..."

So honest.

It actually jumped down obediently, without even aiming at him.

"Now that the activity center is in chaos, let's hide in the dormitory first."

Oi Chuanyuejian took off his completely torn coat and rolled it into a ball, casually wiped the light blood oozing from the wound on his leg: "The nearest dormitory building to us is Building No. [-], teacher, can you still walk by yourself?" ?”

Gojo Satoru stood up: "You can walk, but there are dormitory supervisors in the dormitory, right?"

Oi Chuanyuejian: "Go through the back door, the students are back at this point, you can ask them to help open the door."

She was more familiar with the terrain than Gojo Satoru, and led him around the activity center to the back door of No. [-] dormitory building.

The back door of the dormitory building was tightly closed, and a small window was opened on the top of the door for ventilation.Oi Chuanyuejian picked up a small stone from the ground and threw it into the small window. The stone made a crisp sound of hitting the wall.

Not long after the stone hit the ground, the back door was opened from the inside, and a girl in school uniform poked her head out.She saw Wujo Wujo and Oikawa Yuejian: "Oikawa? Wu... Teacher Wujo???"

Gojo Satoru thought about it hard, and remembered that this girl seemed to be in his class as well.what do you say that is?

Oi Chuanyuejian supported Gojo Satoru, and squeezed in through the crack of the door: "Yongdao, we need gauze, disinfectant, and painkillers, anti-inflammatory drugs..."

Yong Dao waited for the two to come in and quickly closed the door, his face gloomy and ugly: "You went to the library again? Why are you still hooking up with this newcomer?"

After confirming that Gojo Satoru and Oikawa Tsukimi were on the same side, Nagashima's respect for Gojo Satoru immediately disappeared without a trace, and even the title became "newcomer".

Oi Chuan Yuejian did not answer Yongdao's question: "I want the things I just said just now—who else is in the dormitory now?"

Yong Dao opened the door of the nearest dormitory with a key, and sneered: "I'm the only one, and the new roommate hasn't been transferred yet. If you think I'm also suspected, now is the best time to kill me."

The three of them entered the dormitory, and Oi Chuanyuejian ignored Yongdao's yin and yang words, and dragged a chair for Gojo Satoru to sit down.Yongdao opened the closet expressionlessly, took out a medical kit from it and handed it to Ji Chuanyuejian: "There are only these in the dormitory."

Oi Chuanyuejian opened the medical box and took out bandages and available medicines from inside. She looked at Wujo Wu's naked clothes and frowned: "Wet clothes are not good, they have to be changed."

Gojo Gojo just wanted to say that there is no way to change the girls' dormitory——Yongdao opened the closet, found a set of boys' school uniforms and threw it to Oi Chuanyuejian: "The ones left by the seniors before, anyway, there are no people left, so wear them casually. Oh , There are also girls' school uniforms here."

Oi Chuanyuejian caught the school uniform she threw over: "Thank you."

Yong Dao didn't speak any more, turned around and lay down on the bed, with his back to them.

Gojo Satoru: "...she just went to bed like this?"

"Teacher, I'll go to the toilet to change the wet clothes. Can you change your clothes yourself?"

He and Oi Chuanyue looked at each other earnestly for two seconds, Gojo Satoru choked.He was inexplicably a little irritable, and said, "I'll change it myself."

Oikawa Tsukimi breathed a sigh of relief, left the boy's school uniform to Gojo Satoru, and then ran into the toilet with the girl's school uniform in his arms.

Gojo Satoru glanced at Yongdao, that guy seemed to be really asleep... no, can he sleep here too?

Depressedly, he started to change his clothes, and while changing, he sorted out the clues he found in his mind: it was confirmed that all the members of the student union were monsters.But the two paintings on the third floor are always very interesting.

Hanging in the corridor is Saeko who was put on the dining table.And the pair hanging in the president's office is most likely Oikawa Tsukimi himself-so the final question comes back to Oikawa Tsukimi and Saeko.

The requirement of Zhoumu's detective status is to investigate Saeko's death. Was Saeko killed by a monster?

pat!

A notebook, sealed in cowhide, fell out of the soaked and torn coat.Only then did Gojo Satoru remember that he had brought such a thing with him in the office.

He bent down to pick up the notebook, tore off the outer cowhide packaging, and opened it; it was still a diary.

2005. 4, 1

I swear I love her more than anyone.

2009. 4, 1

I love her far more today than I did yesterday.

She is like a comet, when she appears in front of my eyes, I will think she is beautiful, regardless of appearance.

2013. 4, 1

I love a bouquet and will move it into my pot.

I love a bird and will keep it in my cage.

But when I love her, I just want her to like me a little bit more than when I first met her.

2016. 4, 1

She is dead.

2017. 4, 1

Do not choose to give sacrifices to the gods, or your heart will be sick.

Gojo Satoru frowned and turned back, leaving only a large blank space without a signature.The diary is very thin, and the content is only two or three pages.

He read it two or three times, and except for the last one which he could understand, the first four were all incomprehensible: Who is 'she'?

Saeko?

At present, Saeko seems to be the only special NC who knows the name and has died?

The toilet door rang, and Gojo Satoru quickly stuffed the diary into the pile of dirty clothes, and raised his head as if nothing had happened: Oi Chuanyuejian, who had changed clothes, came out of the toilet and opened the medical box: "Teacher, you roll up your trousers, I Help you deal with the wound... Hey!"

She looked at Gojo Satoru, her eyes widened a lot: "Teacher, why don't you button up your buttons!"

Wutiaowu: "..."

He tugged at his shirt with an innocent face: "The clothes are too small."

"Actually, the pants are a little tight."

Oi Chuanyuejian: "..."

She skipped this topic, avoided Gojo Gojo's chest and abdominal muscles, and squatted down in front of Gojo Gojo holding the medical kit.

Gojo Satoru had already rolled up his trousers in advance, and Ji Chuanyuejian cleaned up the debris on the wound first, then applied medicine and bandaged it.Her movements are skillful and gentle, making it almost impossible to feel the slightest pain.

The room suddenly fell silent, Gojo Satoru began to think about the things he hadn't finished before.

The real time is 2006, but the last page of the diary says 2017.Is this a special game setting?Still hinting at something?

The related NCs that can be connected so far——Oikawa Tsukimi who is still hiding something from herself, Saeko who is dead, and art teacher Miwako Satake.

Miwako Satake once wrote her curse on Saeko on the draft paper, and her attitude was obviously evasive when she asked about Kawatsuki.

Miwako Satake said that she didn’t know Ji Chuanyue, but in the picture she saw when she passed the inspiration in the corridor on the third floor, Ji Chuanyuejian obviously knew Miwako Satake——Saeko also said that Mr. Satake came to find Ji Chuanyue ‘again’ See—Oikawa Tsukimi, Satake Miwako, and Saeko, the relationship between these three is likely to be the key to clearing the game!

"It's wrapped~"

The girl's brisk voice brought Wujo Wu back to his senses, and he looked down at the wound on his calf: it was well wrapped, and there was absolutely nothing to criticize.

Ji Chuanyuejian stood up and hammered his numb knee, took out a band-aid from the medical kit and pasted it on his leg to cover up some deep scratches.

She opened the curtains and looked out: "It's almost dawn, there are no patrols at this time, we can go through the woods and go directly to the cafeteria for breakfast, teacher, you can't go to class in student clothes, you can go back to the staff dormitory by the way Change your clothes."

"Teacher Wutiao, do you still need to rest?"

Oi Chuanyuejian turned her head and looked at Gojo Satoru with concern, the orange-yellow and slightly reddish morning light shone through the crack of the drawn curtain, covering half of her face, and the honey-colored pupils shone with light.

Suddenly, Gojo Satoru had the illusion that he saw some kind of religious mural.

The momentary heartbeat is like the momentary struggle of a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon, or an elk stepping on its chest.

It's not just about looks, it's not about looks; she appears in front of Gojo Satoru like a comet across the night sky, and Gojo Satoru thinks she is beautiful.

[The player uses the skill 'Charm']

【ra charm】

[The player is detected as a special account, the default result is a big success]

[You are the chosen one favored by the dice girl, and all the choices you make have meaning. 】

[The God of Dice wishes you a happy game. 】

Oi Chuanyuejian held the handle and blinked: "It's a big success again."

Bai Lan picked up a piece from the snack plate and smiled: "Well, after all, it's Ji Chuanchuan~ No matter how outrageous the choice you make, as long as it's you, it's meaningful~"

"Oi Chuanchuan is a good boy favored by everyone."

The screen magnified the beauty of the white-haired and blue-eyed young man, and the game modeling of He Chuanyuejian was reflected in his blue eyes—it was obviously a very beautiful card face, but He Chuanyuejian felt a little awkward.

She also picked up a piece from the snack plate and put it in her mouth: "But is the modeling of the heroine of the game too similar to mine? It feels so strange."

The sweetness melted in her mouth, and Oi Chuanyuejian subconsciously bit her index finger knuckle—this was her habitual action when she was thinking about things.

Bai Lan was lying next to Oi Chuan Yuejian with her hands lazily draping her waist: "Because it is Oi Chuan Chuan himself! Isn't it super-like?"

Oi Chuan Yuejian showed a shocked expression: "Although I don't play games very much, if the heroine of a love game has a prototype, will she be scolded to death by the players?"

"Can you really sell this game? It looks really, really sick."