My Bungo system is a little different

— put out the flames in the house with snow.

That is to say, the scope of space operation is definitely larger than this house.

Still can't understand the limit of the enemy's ability.

However, as far as the present situation is concerned, this is no longer important.

One's own attack range is smaller than the enemy's control range. Once this is clarified, many combat plans will be dead on.

Moreover, there is one more thing that has also become enlightenment—it is useless to run away.

All in all, it's a terrible situation being played by the enemy in the palm of his hand.

Defeat seemed an unattainable goal.

No, the goal is to knock back.No matter what method is used, this task must be completed——

"Are you here to vent your anger?"

Bradbury said to Gogol.

She frowned and looked at the signs of damage in the room, and looked around in 360° without paying attention.

The books that were originally placed on the bookshelves in this study room are no longer in good shape.

The pages of books that were cut and torn were everywhere, and the smell from the fire just now lingered in the room. In the end, Gogol brought in more snow than needed and directly crushed all the bookshelves. Books were also soaked in snow and ruined.

Hearing Bradbury's accusation, Gogol smiled as usual.

"What will be the result of killing people here, you tell me first, and I will make a quick decision." He floated in mid-air and said, "Besides, I don't seem to have any reason to kill people."

The strength gap between the two sides allowed Gogol to say so leisurely.

"Well, actually, I don't know either." Bradbury said with folded arms, "After all, this is within the domain of Rilke and Tsvetaeva, and I don't know everything."

"Oh?" Gogol showed an interested expression.

It is his speculation that Bradbury used the pages of the book to create this place, and the specific usage of the book is of course an experience worth referring to.

"The point is to be reasonable. It doesn't seem very good to separate the pen and ink for something irrelevant—" Bradbury said, taking a sudden step back.

At this moment, she seemed to have forgotten that she had told Gogol that she did not write on the pages of the book.

When the two chatted on their own again, the attack did not stop. If Bradbury hadn't taken a step back, Atsushi Nakajima's tiger claws would have slapped her on the face or shoulder just now. .

The red-haired woman couldn't help but look down to see how the other party approached her - at this moment, Dun had been fixed and could not approach.

For a moment Bradbury turned his back to Gogol, and then she said, "Nikolai, I think Osamu Dazai had a good reason for choosing him."

She straightened up and turned back to talk to Gogol.

"Even if Atsushi Nakajima is excluded as the coordinates of the 'book', his supernatural ability is also very interesting. The claws are very unusual, and they seem to have some effect on the space system." She looked thoughtful, completely Regardless of my own words, it is a question for Akutagawa and Dunto.

Gogol didn't mind, or he was also interested in what Bradbury said.

Just now Atsushi Nakajima almost attacked Bradbury somehow, there must be other reasons besides his own fast speed.

Is the effect of the attack unusual?But this can be avoided by controlling the position of the body and limbs.

In this way, he smiled and watched the other party attack again.

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almost-

Pain all over my body.

I don't know how many times I have healed myself.Even the originally white carpet had been completely stained red.

As a 'tiger' I can continue to fight, but as a 'human' I am exhausted.

It's not that he lost strength in his hands and feet, but that he was afraid of the enemy's casual smile.

Obviously it was two against one, but it was my side who was extremely embarrassed.

why not?Why can't it be done?

There seemed to be a familiar voice coming from far away - of course you can't.

Ah, I remembered.It was before being taken away by Mr. Dazai.

Atsushi Nakajima, a confident, good student and potential member of the detective agency, was born only a year ago.

Before that, wasn't he always a 'waste' who couldn't be used in the orphanage?

Hearing the dean's words in my mind again, I didn't feel the bitterness before——

Because he will not be swayed by this kind of thing.

Even if you have doubts about yourself, you will immediately shatter them.Because others are believing in themselves.

The blood dripping on the ground did not belong to one person.

Mr. Dazai, if the premise of the task is to live, in other words, you have to do it with all your might, right?

——If I was the only one here, I would probably have given up.

In this way Dun waved his tiger claws towards Bradbury.

Really close.But still fell through.

and many more.

'Hush. '

The red-haired woman who bowed her head towards her mouthed.

'Attack me. '

After she finished speaking silently, she turned around and chatted and laughed with the white-haired man.

Own tiger claws can be effective in space.Got this information from the conversation.

After being confined by space again, Atsushi looked at Akutagawa who was partitioned to the other side of the room.

—Exchange it.

--exchange.

To say it was an exchange does not seem entirely appropriate.

Attacked by Dun, that's right.But Akutagawa didn't defend.

The other party will not kill himself, just relying on Gogol's jokes, Akutagawa chose a more extreme plan.

Relying on "Rashomon" to forcibly narrow the distance between himself and Nakajima Atsushi, and then the black almost completely faded from his body, and wrapped his companion's whole body instead.

It was a completely desperate attack.

Even if he was not directly killed because he gave up his defense, he would probably lose too much blood or freeze to death soon.

Therefore, there is only one attack, because one's own side does not know how strong it can be, and because the enemy can never predict the attack.

Nakajima, I leave it all to you.

There is only one thing left in the eyes of the two teenagers, and that is the target.

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"Pfft-"

It was the sound of the body being pierced and blood splattered.

Hit?

The tiger claws that he was entwined by "Rashomon" suddenly grew at the last moment should have indeed penetrated directly into Bradbury's abdomen.

But what happened to the face in front of him that didn't seem to feel the slightest pain, but instead showed pity?

While his vision was gradually blurring, it seemed that his chest was burning with pain——

Aton tried to turn his head to look at Akutagawa with the last of his strength, but Bradbury grabbed his hand and pulled it out.

She still didn't respond, but—

"Every time I see you like this, I still feel amazing." Gogol said.

Bradbury ignored him, and after pulling out Atsushi Nakajima's sharp black tiger claws from his abdomen not too quickly, even Atsushi and Akutagawa's wounds became open— —While Dun hit Bradbury, Gogol let his attack pass through himself and Akutagawa as well.

It can only be said that the space system ability is really easy to use.

The distance between the black boy and the white boy fell to the ground was very close, and a pool of blood quickly formed under them.

The wound on Bradbury's abdomen was bleeding a much darker fluid than blood, but not much. In fact, her wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She knelt down and looked at Akutagawa and Atsushi who were lying on the ground.

"Heart," said Bradbury, "seems like you'd be bored, too."

"No. It's because they hurt you. I'm a little embarrassed."

The two teenagers whose hearts had been pierced would probably die immediately.The blood ran out.

Dun might be able to hold out a little longer.Judging from his eyelashes still fluttering slightly, maybe he is still conscious and can hear the conversation between Bradbury and Gogol.

With a very complicated expression, Bradbury touched the tops of the hair of the two people who had fallen to the ground, and his hands were inevitably stained with blood.

"Fighting and dying with like-minded friends. I don't hate the story," she said.

"Why, do you like the two of them very much?" Gogol said standing on the other side of the room.

Bradbury didn't answer.

"Now we can know what it would be like to die here." Gogol didn't take Bradbury's silence seriously. From the perspective of this woman's nature, she felt a pity at best, "Wait a minute look--"

"Are you sure you want to wait?" Suddenly, Bradbury stood up and said.

There was something in her tone that struck Gogol as unusual.

Wait a minute, there didn't seem to be such a big 'blood stain' on her abdomen just now.

Sensing the unknown danger from Bradbury's eyes, Gogol subconsciously prepares to use his supernatural power to leave. Even if the town is blocked, he can still move freely within the town.

In the next second, he hit the red space wall.

"It seems that I came in time."

The person who spoke seemed to appear here out of nowhere.

Long black hair, thick coat, and earmuffs——

"I suppose you're the first to wake up, aren't you, Mr. Rimbaud?" asked Bradbury.