[Danganronpa] Forcing CP

? Komaeda was driven to the second floor in despair.

Although he originally planned to go up to the second floor after finishing the first floor, but going up by himself and being chased by the girl are two different concepts.

But Matsui seldom showed such a stupid and cute look in front of him, and Komaeda wanted to laugh for a while.

The strange construction of the entire house is not limited to the hourglass-shaped front and back yards, including the design of the first and second floors.In fact, apart from the backyard designed like a livestock pen, from the perspective of the front residence alone, it looks like a right-angled trapezoid with its back buckled on the ground from the side.The front is only one-story high, but it has become two-story at the end-its roof rises obliquely from front to back.Looking at the second floor from the first floor, it feels like the second floor is like a castle in the air.This also caused Komaeda to feel that the ceiling was extremely low when he reached the second floor, and he could almost touch it with his hand, but after entering the room, the ceiling continued to rise, and in the end it was almost as high as a normal house.

The house is full of cold and stiff feeling, and the second floor is no exception.Not only are the aisles covered with steel railings, but the interior of the room is also a dusty concrete wall, which is the same decoration style as the kitchen downstairs.From this point of view, the weirdest part of the whole house is the one on the first floor...

Huh, wait.

It seems that something is wrong.

Komaeda frowned, trying to urge himself to recall what went wrong.

I always feel that there is a sense of disobedience...

But what was wrong, he couldn't tell for a while.

After suppressing the sense of disobedience for the time being, he took a closer look at the room.

This is a room that looks quite normal except for the weird decoration style.Because it was so normal, it seemed weird to Komaeda.

Komaeda felt that he might be thinking too much.Because the whole house was full of weird and strange smells, a normal thing came suddenly, which made him feel abnormal, but in fact it was nothing more than a normal thing.Reality is not a reasoning game, but a long-term stacked by countless short-terms. It contains many possibilities and countless accidents. There are too many unpredictable emergencies and meaningless redundant data.The seemingly useful clues are already countless, and the seemingly useless but useful clues are even more vast, and the number of clues that are countless times more than the sum of the two is that it happens every day, but every day is different fact".Extracting key information from thousands of pieces of information to sort out useful information already requires the coexistence of brainpower, experience, and perception. However, if you want to extract the main line from these information and infer the correct result, you can imagine Knowing how difficult it is.If any information had to be paranoidly overinterpreted, he'd be exhausted.

What's more, some information can't explain its source at all, and this kind of useless information accounts for more than 90.00%.For example, why the decoration style of this house is like this, it is very likely that the owner likes it, or simply has no money to paint it.The reason why the railings on the aisle are made of steel may be because the owner likes it, or because the owner thinks that iron can be used for a longer time, or because of the needs of the structure of the whole house.In short, there are some things that cannot be explained at all. Is it possible to analyze the preferences of the homeowner?This is already a matter of the psychological level, full of too many chances, although it can be traced back to the source, but the information obtained is not directly proportional to the energy spent.

Komaeda looked at him intently.There was a bed next to the wall, this time it was quite a normal plank bed, with pale white quilts and pillows neatly folded on it.Next to it is an off-white wooden table.Komaeda walked over and opened the drawer, and accidentally found a notebook.

Although nothing was written inside and it looked blank, but Komaeda sniffed it carefully, and still smelled a strange chemical smell on it.He guessed that the writing tool should be a kind of potion that can only reveal words under special conditions. The substance that appears is most likely water, but the interaction between substances is too complicated, and he dare not conclude that this is the case.

Throwing the temporarily unused notebook aside, he was going to look through the quilt and pillow.According to his experience, things are usually hidden here.

Just when he was about to turn his head, he caught a glimpse of something strange on the notebook out of the corner of his eye.

There are a few blotches of red showing through the back of the book.He picked it up quickly, but in such a short period of time, the few red marks disappeared completely.

There were four traces in total. He thought about what he had done just now, and immediately realized that they were his finger prints.

What is the key to making the handwriting visible?Several possibilities flashed through his mind—heat, moisture, or salt.

Because he had been holding the flashlight just now, his hands were a little sweaty, so it can't be concluded that it has nothing to do with the salt.

After thinking about it, he let go of this unsolved mystery for now, and searched the quilt and pillow first.

Sure enough, a key was found in the pillow.

He felt more and more like he was playing a deciphering rpg game - he even began to suspect that he and Matsui were not kidnapped in an ordinary way, but were involved in a nasty real-life escape game.Maybe even if Matsui didn't break free from the rope, they still had another way to get out.So far, this "game (游び)" feeling is too strong, making him always feel like a monkey thrown in a cage and surrounded by people.

He really wanted to find out if there was a camera, but if it was an activity initiated by the "Declaration to the Detective" organization, it might not be so easy to find a camera for him to destroy.

But this kind of puzzle is... very disappointing to be honest.So far, he has not encountered any too difficult puzzles, which makes him feel rather disappointed.

It's so simple that it's boring.

It's completely impossible to trap him here with a puzzle of this level. Could it be that you want to delay a little time?But how long they want to delay, what purpose does that organization have, or whether this time is the organization's arrangement, these issues are not known.

There are still too few clues that can be used now.

He calmly put the keys in his pocket, and walked out the door with his notebook in his hand. Although he felt a little anxious, he was not the kind of person who would express his emotions on the surface.And he had to go downstairs, Matsui was a very sensitive and careful person, he couldn't infect her with this emotion.

Before going downstairs, in order not to frighten the fragile Matsui, he specially reminded: "Ayase, I'm going downstairs now."

In return, Matsui screamed "Aw", apparently his sudden utterance frightened Matsui who was too nervous.But soon, the girl below turned on the flashlight, and a beam of light shone on the stairs.

"It won't be seen by people outside. I pulled up the curtains." Matsui was obviously still concerned about what Komaeda said before, "Turning on the lights may make the kidnappers who come back find that we have escaped, which will reveal that we have lost our initiative." right" rhetoric.Komaeda actually wanted to tell her that they should not be so cautious about guarding against the kidnapper now, and it is estimated that the kidnapper, who may not exist at all, will not come back before they have explored the entire house.

But he didn't say anything in the end, walked up to her, reached out and stroked her hair: "Thank you."

Matsui tilted his head, holding a flashlight with a dazed and innocent look on his face, looking a little dazed.She turned off the flashlight and suddenly asked, "What happened?"

Surprised by Matsui's keen insight, Komaeda withdrew his hand in a nonchalant manner, slowed down his voice, and deliberately made a peaceful appearance to reassure her: "Nothing happened."

In the darkness, his face looked softer than ever before. ?