Yoshikage Kira will save Renri

Seeing Yamada One Two Three tremblingly stretching out his hand, Kira also looked in this direction, and saw something very unusual.

The thing that seems to separate this room from everything outside and turn this place into a cold and beautiful other shore, for a while, Kira himself couldn't understand why he didn't discover this existence in the first place!

"Girl... girl!?"

That should be a girl, with a very beautiful face closing her eyes peacefully, sleeping quietly.

It was as if she was going to open her eyes the next moment, get down from the cruel looking cross, and open her hands that should no longer exist to embrace everyone present.

"Ugh...!"

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"This is actually... really a doll?"

When he touched that thing with his own hands and took the human-shaped thing off the cross like dismantling building blocks, Yoshikage Kira realized that it was just a girl-like figure made of wood. puppet.

But even looking at it like this, Yoshikage Kira has the feeling that this thing is a real human being, or he just subconsciously hopes that this is a real person.

"Woo...! How could there be such a thing!? Sorry, I feel a little uncomfortable, so I'm leaving first!"

Sang Tian Lian, who was already in a cold sweat unknowingly, said that since just now, he seemed to be attracted, staring at this extremely uncomfortable doll for several minutes and couldn't look away.

"Phew...wait a minute, Kuwata. You and Fujisaki dragged Yamada away together. This guy looks like his legs are weak and he can't walk."

Yoshikage Kira took a deep breath, he felt a little cold in his heart now, this puppet seemed to have some kind of special charm, which affected him and everyone else present.

"Hurry up, if we continue to stay in this place, we may become abnormal."

"Ugh... I see, Kira-kun, you should leave quickly.

Alright, let's go, Yamada-kun! "

"Really, cheer up a little, fat man!"

"I'm sorry... But such avant-garde stuff, I really can't accept it—!"

Seeing Chihiro Fujisaki and Rei Kuwata struggling to pull out Yamada Izusan's plump body, I also continued to observe this doll.

"Who the hell did this, whoever... must be an artistic genius."

Yoshikage Kira still remembered the appearance of this strange doll before he took it down.

It was a doll with a face that looked like a real woman, but the body only had the head and neck, and the rest was complete only up to the collarbone.

In addition to this, there is another one that cannot be spliced ​​together with the body, but it is the part that makes people think it should be the "girl"'s hand.

And there is no lower part, it seems that under the broken body, there is a "spine" that looks so realistic that it makes people uncomfortable.

"Oh, this is really... I seem to have missed a very interesting scene?"

"If you really think it's interesting, then you really missed it. It was obviously more visually impactful when this thing was crucified earlier."

Seeing that Seres also found this place after Fujisaki and the other three left, Yoshikage Kira tried to relax his current spirit, and he did have some strange impulse just now.

"Before I put 'her' down, the doll's head was crucified along with the wrist which was supposed to be the hand that was assigned to 'her'.

While it looks so lifelike and creepy, it also has a sense of purity that makes people feel afraid to violate it~. "

"Oh, I didn't expect to hear such romantic feelings from Kira-kun. It made me want to put this doll back and nail it up."

"Luckily among the misfortunes, at least the third murder did not happen so soon. To be honest, things would be a little tricky if that happened."

If it is true that someone was killed this time, a new round of school-level referees will start immediately after a while. As the remaining ten people continue to decrease, if the person killed this time is the same as the There are still no words of "despair" among those who were executed.

Shortly after Kira's class review ends, the probability of "one in ten" given to comfort others will become smaller and smaller, and other people will become more and more restless, because the possibility of being "desperate" is also increasing. It's getting bigger and bigger.

Even if it is true that school-level refereeing will start sooner or later, Yoshikage Kira hopes that at least it will be after other people who cannot rationally treat this situation calm down.

After all, it would be too ridiculous if he died because of internal panic before finding out the truth of the shady scene.

"However, a new puzzle came out right after. Where did this kind of unlucky thing come from~?"

Celes walked over, her expression was also a little stiff, and she obviously felt a little uncomfortable with this beautiful and curious puppet that looked no different from a real person.

"Speaking of which, we didn't find anyone other than Yamada-kun entering this art room from the beginning to the end, right?

Could it be that he made it himself, and then deliberately screamed at his own work to cause a commotion? "

Celeste's slender fingers lightly brushed the doll's cheeks, the girl who seemed to be sleeping gave her a touch, but it was just the cold feeling of pure wood.

"Although it's a little hard for me to imagine that a dead fat man full of 'two thorns' can have such a great ability, but it's not impossible for super high school level talents and some hidden unique skills?"

"Even so, I don't think this thing can be made at once."

This art room is a classroom on the third floor that was only opened after the second grade judging. There are a lot of art tools in it, giving people the feeling that art students can try their best here.

In this kind of place, no matter how you think about it, there is no way to find substitutes for art students on the first and second floors.

"That's right, if this kind of handicraft can be created, then Yamada-kun won't be a 'super high school level fan writer', but a 'super high school level artist'."

"It's not a work that can be put together by just looking for some things. The props and a lot of time required are theoretically indispensable.

However, there are some things I still have to figure out. "

Yoshikage Kira went outside and touched the door of this room. The color of the outside of the door was exactly the same as that of the wall, and there was no such thing as a keyhole for opening the door.

"This is undoubtedly a secret door. How did Yamada open it?"

"This...Compared to looking for it slowly, why not just ask the fat man who seems to have been scared out of his wits?"

"That's right, I won't waste any more time. But the main question is why there is such a hidden room in this art room, and there are such works that people can't ignore."

Even if it is the work of a super high school student, this is too abnormal, giving people the impression that a tortured real person has been turned into a doll by some kind of fantastic magic.

"If this thing could have a mannequin or something...."

"Then I guess it's bad luck for models."

In theory, this doll should be something that stayed here before we lost our memory of our life in this school, but if we insist on the relationship between this thing and the current car.

"Sacred saint, is this the appearance of the dead when the next event is predicted, Kira-kun~?"

"Don't say anything without any basis, and it's not easy to make a real person like this."

It takes a person to pull out her spine in a very smooth and complete way. If this is done, it is estimated that Ogami Sakura and I will become the number one suspect again because of the physical strength.

"However, the face of this doll..."

"Giri?"

"I seem to have seen it somewhere."

Chapter 760 Five: The dream of nothingness "despair"

——The body couldn't move, it was cold and stiff, as if it was already a corpse without body temperature.

I stood blankly near the center of the jumping bridge, and I couldn't see anyone around, or maybe all the people I saw were dead.

The cold wind blows my cheeks, but I don't feel cold at all, and the remaining attention is only on the

Boom boom boom——.Boom boom boom——.

The roar of the train passed under your feet, this is not acceptable, it is too dangerous, too desperate!

"Wait for me, please wait for me...."

"...!"

The footsteps sounded neither too fast nor too slow, but they were faster than my footsteps.

Someone climbed the stairs on the opposite side and approached here, but I couldn't see that person's face at all.

I wanted to retreat at that time, I actually wanted to retreat, people like me actually started to have the idea of ​​retreat because of this instinctive fear.

But I still can't move my feet, as if my feet are caught in a trap, and I can't leave here now.

Even though it is such a spacious world, I unknowingly locked myself in this small place.

Should I call for help?Or laugh out loud as usual?No matter how I decide, I can't make a sound right now.

Tried it before, and now my throat is dead, and it may actually be, but no one can hear it anymore.

"Why... am I running away?"

"..."

The figure that was gradually approaching seemed to have no intention of doing anything, but now I was desperately trying to escape from this figure.

"That can't—"

"Goo...!"

Don't let that [] get close!I thought that I should be very happy to accept this situation, but at this time I didn't feel any joy in my heart.

It's as if the me I am now...is no longer me.

"You've...can't go on like this anymore."

"...you're... lousy."

That person is now standing behind me. He should be in front of me, but he walked around behind me unknowingly.

I want to turn back, but my neck can't move at all, as if my time has stopped.

Must escape——!This is not hope at all, nor is it despair——!If you don't run away——!In the end, the thing I was looking forward to will not be born at all—!

"Soon...it will be fine."

The man stretched out his hands towards me, and his slender fingers appeared at the edge of my field of vision.

It's strange, does this person have the habit of having long nails? When did he have such long nails?

What is the use of doing this to this person, is it some popular girly "spell".

They are almost as long as my fingernails.

Squeak——.

"——!!!"

Before those hands touched me, I saw a very incredible sight. Accompanied by the moaning sound of an uncontrollable demon, the nails of those hands grew before my eyes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then, after seeing the man's complete hand, I remembered who this man was.

"You, you are—!?"

This time I did hear my own voice. I thought I was either deaf or dumb, but now I still hear it.It's just that compared to my impression of my own voice, it's already so hoarse that I almost don't recognize it myself.

The person behind didn't answer, but grabbed my shoulder with that hand.

This touch, this strength, can't go wrong...!

Here's... what happened that day!

My body was pressed against the railing of the flyover.

The body was forced to lean back, coupled with the opponent's strong strength, I couldn't breathe at all.

The roar of the train became more and more obvious, and it kept ringing in my ears. The roar seemed to be ringing my death knell.

"No......!"

Desperately pouring all the strength into the immobile body, making a final resistance.

"I have... done too many excessive things to you, so... I can't go on like this!"

Directly below was the railway, and the train still hadn't left, with a long section behind it.

My body suddenly lost all strength, am I going to end like this?Disappear from this world with nothing left?

Why... I can't be happy anymore?

A new train is approaching, and the roaring sound vibrates my dying eardrums.

"what--!"

With a swish—my body jumped over the railing.

—and so, very simply, fell on the railroad track.

"what--."

Looking up from my perspective, the sky is so dark that it seems that there has never been sunlight, exuding a cold and sad beauty.

The person standing on the bridge was smiling from the bottom of his heart. Even if that smile wasn't exaggerated or distorted, it didn't have the sound of piercing eardrums.