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The backs of the boy and the girl gradually disappeared into the shadow of the stairs, Gojo Satoru hadn't recovered from the fact that he had been abandoned, and opened his mouth in a daze.

The moist air, wrapped in musty and bloody smells, swept across his throat, and the moist but rough feeling made his stagnant brain resume its functioning.

He looked at his friend beside him who was silent in the dark, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he muted the live broadcast room: "Jie, she chose fake wine."

The unexpected choice made Wujo Satoru's spirit extremely excited now, he still spoke a series of speeches at a super fast speed, and then folded his hands when he finally felt calm: "Jie, why don't you say?"

The black-haired boy was so quiet that he was not like usual, Gojo Satoru shone a flashlight on his face curiously, and quickly moved away from his indifferent gaze.

He thought about his friend's emotions, and pressed his hands on his shoulders curiously: "I remember you like Nayue very much? Don't you feel uncomfortable that she chooses someone else?"

Sakai Natsuki is a very cute npc, Gojo Satoru admits that the modeler and the programmers have captured the mass XP very accurately, so even if he sincerely wanted to take revenge on her in the last round of the game, but this It doesn't prevent Sakai Natsuki from being promoted to his favorite paper figure.

It's just a game, so there's nothing wrong with wanting to hang out with your favorite characters, right?Anyway, he never concealed his selfishness.

But Xia Youjie... Gojo Satoru once again glanced at his friend whose expression was difficult to discern, feeling a little miraculous in his heart.

Don't tell him that Jie is a person who is generous enough to face the characters he likes without any desire for exclusiveness. If this is the truth, Gojo Satoru decides to swallow the curse spirit alive.

The persistent question from his friend made Xia Youjie unable to keep silent. He tore Gojo Wu's arm off his body, and a chaotic and illogical picture quickly played in his mind.

The faces of blond girls filled all the space in his brain, Xia Youjie took a deep breath, with a solemn expression: "Enlightenment——"

He paused for a few seconds, hesitated and said slowly: "Do you think Nayue is a little strange?"

This is the question that has troubled Xia Youjie for a long time.If he read correctly just now, Sakai Natsuki was really "thinking" when he needed to make a choice.

Of course, data "thinking" in a game that completely surpasses the existing technology does not seem to be very special, but what makes Xia Youjie curious is her standard.

He was very sure that when Sakai Nazuki looked at the three of them, hesitation flashed in her eyes, which meant that she had indeed undergone a process of weighing.But what are the standards and scales?Current game performance?

The game data beyond Xia Youjie's imagination had to make him feel strange in amazement. He looked at his friend seriously, hoping to get his answer.

However, he soon understood what it means not to pin your hopes on others, or in other words, not to pin your hopes on Wujo Satoru.

"Of course it's strange, okay?" Gojo Satoru took over the conversation without hesitation, and the grievances that had just been suppressed came out, "Nazuki is the most familiar with me until now, right? He was with me before Hey, it turned out to be a fake wine!"

Obviously, you are forcibly getting acquainted with others!Xia Youjie held his forehead delicately, shook his head and turned to leave.

"Isn't it just revenge for her in the last dungeon? Isn't the data a vengeance?"

The murmur of talking to himself drifted into Xia Youjie's ears, blurry but exceptionally clear.His pupils constricted suddenly, and he turned his head in disbelief: "What are you talking about?"

The friend's expression was completely shocked, as if he said something terrible, Gojo Wu looked at Xia Youjie indifferently, and walked towards the stairs casually: "As I told you, I didn't commit suicide in the last dungeon ?"

"Actually, it's taking revenge on her. Who made Nayue want to die by herself?"

The sound of sneakers with slightly hard soles stepping on the steps echoed in the silent school.Xia Youjie didn't know the truth about Wujo Wu's withdrawal from the game at all. He stood there in a daze, his eyes chasing the white-haired boy who was going up the stairs in astonishment.

Those unrealistic thoughts that he had suppressed were sweeping through all his cells in an even more unstoppable manner.Xia Youjie quickly took two steps forward and stood under the stairs: "Wu, do you know what you're talking about?"

Gojo Satoru, who had already walked the first set of stairs, looked back at his friend below.All the laughter and childish resentment on his face had long since calmed down virtually, and the beautiful face, which was more delicate than a sculpture, was clearly separated by light and darkness.

Those blue eyes that were as vast as the sky revealed a sophistication and calmness that was completely different from his age: "Jie, this is a game."

"Do you think that gacha can extract real objects? The cultivation of a beautiful girl will not turn into a real beautiful girl. What are you expecting?"

"Don't get too addicted."

The calm and flat voice seemed to be mixed with a bit of ridicule. Xia Youjie's deepest fantasy in his heart was overturned by the ruthless words, and his purple eyes became sharp in vain.

The clenched fist was quietly released again, and the round nails left shallow marks on the palm.He didn't raise his voice, and walked up the slippery steps step by step: "What about you?"

"You've thought about it that way too, otherwise how could you know what I'm thinking?"

The blood-red number 3 at the zigzag corner is continuously dripping viscous liquid down the wall.

Xia Youjie looks at his friend who doesn't seem to resemble him at all. The questions that he repeatedly asked when he was confused, confused or even jealous got answers that he didn't expect at this moment.

The black-haired boy raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a look of determination on his face that he had never felt before: "We are actually very similar."

Gojo Satoru, who has always been frank and willful, was exposed to the secret truth under the direct gaze of his friends. He rarely had the idea of ​​avoiding it, but he did not look away after all.

Because he saw in Xia Youjie's eyes the long-lost bright brilliance that hadn't appeared in almost a few months.

He didn't know what Xia Youjie had figured out, but it was always a good omen.Gojo Satoru patted the black-haired boy on the shoulder quite forcefully, and dragged him up with his shoulders hooked and his back: "Hey, in the end, we still form a team. If I knew it, I wouldn't call him!"

"Who made you jump up and down?" Xia Youjie cast an emotionless glance at the young man beside him, and strode forward without him, "It will be my turn next time, I realize that you have no chance."

The third floor, which has been contracted by Amuro Toru and Sakai Natsuki, is close in sight. Gojo Satoru chases Xia Youjie's back and runs to the fourth floor. The light of the flashlight jumps left and right in the dark corridor.

And in the stairwell on the third floor where the silence and gloomyness had been restored, a thick black figure appeared unexpectedly, but the teenagers who had gone away naturally couldn't see it.

Toru Amuro decisively dragged Sakai Natsuki to the third floor, and they barely had time to communicate during the short journey.But it was only almost, Amuro transparent white just didn't know what to say.

In the end, it was Natsuki Sakai who broke the silence.Through the light of the flashlight, she saw a structure similar to that of the first floor but not the same. She looked up at the young man with a sexy and beautiful complexion in surprise: "Kurishima-kun, this is the office!"

Toru Amuro, who was a little bit out of the game, finally came back to his senses now. He shone the flashlight on the corridor, and the darkness was immediately dispelled by the radiating white light.

This is a relatively short corridor, and the silver sign hanging on the door on the left indicates that this is the office of the second year group.But unlike the second floor, apart from heading to the stairwell to the left, there is also a corner to the right at the end of the corridor, but I don't know what is there.

Toru Amuro was a little surprised at the change in layout and arrangement.Originally, he thought it was a classroom on the first floor and an office on the second floor, so that the office on the sixth floor could be connected with the Academic Affairs Office, the principal's office, and so on.But now that the third floor has suddenly become an office, the layout of the upstairs is not easy to guess.

He looked down at the girl's surprised face, and smiled at her: "It's okay, then let's go to the office first."

With his previous experience, Amuro Toru was extra vigilant about the director who didn't know when he would appear before entering the door.He leaned over the door and listened for a while, and after confirming that there was no conversation in the office, he opened the door with confidence.

The inside was still similar to the office of the first year group, chaotic and filled with the stench of blood and rotting corpses.The ground was mixed with a rust-red liquid, whether it was blood or corpse water.

The obituary and portrait of Ikeda Kyoko they saw just now were posted on the blackboard in the front row, and the big fanfare seemed to be a naked threat.

Sakai Natsuki frowned slightly, and looked around: "I said she was the teacher of Group A in the second year, right? Should we find her desk?"

"Yes," Toru Amuro let go of his hand, walked to the wall and looked at the paper nailed to the soft board, "she is indeed on the list here, let's look for it."

Although there may not seem to be many students in the school, the office is actually quite large and there are quite a few teachers in it.They shuttled among more than a dozen desks, stepped over the unknown liquid and slightly swollen dead bodies all over the floor, and pushed away the debris on the desk to search.

Finding the desk that belonged to Kyoko Ikeda, however, was easier than expected.

Her desk looked as if it had been cleaned by someone, except for a small bookshelf full of famous books, with blood splattered on it.There was little evidence that the table had once belonged to her, except for a small work sign taped to the corner.

Toru Amuro immediately understood that all the clues they wanted had probably been cut off by the school. He clicked his tongue lightly and opened the drawer under the table: "We are late."

The slight shaking stimulated the computer on the table, and at this moment, the silent black screen suddenly lit up. ?