I saw the countdown to their death

It's 03:30 in the evening. If he didn't go to school today, he might have been busy with these things all afternoon. If he did it after school, he should have been working on it from [-]:[-] to now.

He did so much just to make himself a mouthful of soup.

Miyajima Qingluan pondered for a moment, then asked softly: "Your name?"

Hojo Satoru was taken aback, "Wei Yimin."

Miyajima Qingluan frowned, not interested in exposing this obvious yet inexplicable lie. She understood the reason for this boy's dislike, but she didn't understand the reason why he took care of herself and even covered herself up.

If you really like it, only a fool would believe it.

Miyajima Qingluan received confession letters almost every day when she was in the first grade, but all the warriors failed, and there were also those who became angry after failure. For these people, it is natural to reason patiently with them.

Therefore, people who really like or expect something, try to please as much as possible, only this guy deliberately behaved like this, as if deliberately provoking disgust.

"What are you doing, open your mouth."

Seeing Miss Murderer in a daze, Hojo Satoru finally lost his patience, and urged unceremoniously, "Are you shy because you are being fed by a boy for the first time?"

Miyajima Qingluan recovered from her thoughts, and faced the cynicism and sarcasm, she didn't utter a word to refute. Instead, she opened her mouth obediently, and couldn't help squinting her eyes the moment the already warm soup entered her mouth.

Maybe it's because I'm too hungry, but this herbal soup is indeed...delicious!

Hojo Satoru scooped up another spoonful and passed it over, but this time he didn't continue to cool off. This kind of behavior was too intimate and didn't fit the villain's design, so he left it to Miyajima Qingluan to do it himself.

"I have a lot to ask Senior Sister."

Miyajima Qingluan nodded, swallowed the soup and responded in a deep voice: "I may not answer, but you don't have to continue to annoy me. I can understand that you don't want me to feel grateful to you. If I can get away with it Live on, even if you study in the same school, I won't pester you."

Hojo Satoru paused for feeding, and it was too deliberate for him to continue his expression after he had reached this point.

It can be seen from her being so 'obedient', people have already guessed what she was thinking, how could a person who can play around with the police be a fool?

So, Hojo Satoru didn't bother to pretend anymore, "If that's the case, then I'll ask."

"Excuse me."

"Senior sister's swordsmanship is very good?"

Miyajima Qingluan gently blew on the spoon that was handed over, sucked the delicious soup into her mouth and nodded slightly.

"A family of swordsmanship?"

Qingluan Miyajima nodded again, then shook her head and said, "The family has fallen into ruin hundreds of years ago."

Hojo Satoru handed the spoon to Miyajima Qingluan's mouth again, "Why did you come to this point, even if you are jealous, you can't be so extreme, right?"

This is indeed very puzzling. After this short exchange, I really can't see where Miyajima Qingluan is paranoid.Not only is she not paranoid, but she is so calm and restrained that it is outrageous. Just saying the word "controlling anger" is beyond the reach of most adults.

When cutting the bodice for her just now, Hojo Satoru was actually very energetic. He was really afraid that she would jump over the wall in a hurry, but she was so calm!

Is it the credit of Kyudo and Shido theory?However, archers pay attention to self-cultivation, and Shi Dao pays attention to setting an example for the world with morality. Her personality is quite consistent, but her behavior is completely different.

"Murder... a ghost?"

Miyajima Qingluan looked directly into Hojo Satoru's eyes and asked, "Why did you save me?"

"I……"

"You also have more than one question that confuses me. If you don't tell me, that's why I can't know."

Hojo Satoru was stunned for a moment, I'm sorry, in just one sentence, there is an illusion of Zen, are you really a cruel murderer?Did you guess the next question is 'how did you know about those criminals'?

"Okay, one last question about myself."

Hojo Satoru noticed her slender collarbone, and stretched out his hand to pull the blanket upwards, while Miyajima Qingluan slightly lowered his head and glanced, his gaze changed slightly.

"Excuse me."

"Senior, do you think there are ghosts in this world?"

"..."

As soon as this question came up, Miyajima Qingluan was obviously a little stunned, as if she didn't understand why the question was so tricky.

Before she could answer, Hojo Satoru couldn't hold back anymore, and laughed awkwardly: "Ahaha, I think senior sister is so powerful, I thought you have superpowers, similar to mind power, spiritual power, etc. Yes, if there are super powers, there must be ghosts and weird ones..."

"Super power, ghost... mind power, spiritual power..."

Miyajima Qingluan chewed on the pig's heart thoughtfully, "Game attribute?"

"Ah, it's nothing, nothing, the second-year fantasy of a boy with a second-year illness, boy, there is always a dream of a hero, for example, when I see water, I think of the sea, when I think of the sea, I think of a hero saving the beauty, and I think of an air crash. Saved a beautiful girl with superpowers, and then lived on an isolated island and struggled to survive, ha, ha ha ha."

Hojo Satoru looked down and found that there was not much soup left, so he directly handed the bowl to Miyajima Qingluan's mouth.

"By the way, does senior also play games?"

After Miyajima Qingluan finished drinking, she slowly shook her head, "I overheard the boys in the class talking about it."

"Oh, well, that's fine."

Hojo Satoru activated the Observation Technique, and after reconfirming the spiritual power attribute on her attribute panel, she stood up nonchalantly and said: "The soup is finished, there is no need to eat these dregs, I will serve you porridge, and then eat some anti-inflammatory Medicine, there's only so much I can do."

A breeze blew from the bed, the lights in the small room were flickering, the weather was getting hotter, and unknown little flying insects flapped their wings around the chandelier.

Miyajima Qingluan, who was reclining on the floor, looked up at the little flying insects that were constantly consuming their vitality, and said softly, "It's almost summer."

"If possible, I'd like to meet a senior in a bikini." Hojo Satoru, who was washing the dishes, replied casually.

Miyajima Qingluan shook her head, "I only have a school swimsuit."

Hojo Satoru turned his head and glanced at the murderer-senpai, but he didn't try to tease her again.

And Miyajima Qingluan turned her eyes to the kitchen, looked at the busy back, and said in a voice that seemed a little sad, "I can't guess your real intention, if you really want to help me... then... please let me be decent .”

Hojo Satoru didn't turn around, but stopped serving the porridge, and his usually gentle tone became a little cold at this moment, "I haven't figured out what to do with Senior Sister's body, so you can't die, at least not in my house .”

He paused, and added: "And... a dying person has no dignity at all."

Miyajima Qingluan character design

Miyajima Qingluan is designed by people, let's watch and cherish it, I don't know when it will be gone.

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Chapter 20 You Are Tired

"It's not a big problem. It should get better today plus tomorrow and the next two weekends. I've already bought medicine... It's not hemorrhoids, it's just diarrhea and abdominal pain caused by acute gastroenteritis... No bleeding yet... Akasaki-sensei, the girl's phone If the volume of the handset is too loud, there will be no privacy. Please don’t let the idle-looking teacher next to him interject at will. The progress... let you bother..."

After Hojo Satoru hung up the phone weakly, he glanced at the time, 55:[-] in the morning... Mr. Akasaki called to inquire about the situation before the second class ended.

There is no way, with the title of the second best student in the whole year, and an exception to get a stipend of 100 million, it is hard for the teacher not to pay attention to you.

This was my own mistake. The alarm clock rang twice at 06:30 in the morning. After I cut it off, I thought about squinting for another 5 minutes, but I was woken up by the call.

Tired!

Hojo Satoru turned his head and glanced at Miyajima Qingluan who was less than half a meter away from him. The senior sister was not awake yet, she was sleeping very deeply...

The senior sister woke up last night, and the time when she was in a good state of mind seemed to be an illusion, and it was like a flashback before she died.

However, the biological characteristics of her attribute panel are written as human beings, and it is already very good to be able to resist this step.

It was fine when I drank the soup, but I started to feel drowsy after half of the porridge, and I didn't finish the last small bowl.I asked her some questions yesterday, but she didn't seem to know the most critical spiritual power issue, and the possibility of deliberately concealing it could not be ruled out, after all, she had too many secrets.

Conjectures about Miss Killer...She has faith, hates evil like a vengeance, has strong physical fitness, superb swordsmanship, and kills like hemp...In addition to her soft-spoken character and cold face, she is almost perfect for the killer organization in the novel. Tools set.

So I really thought about this before, otherwise how would she know exactly where the criminals are hiding?

After all, Yongpi Yanzi knows that the longer a case is delayed, the more difficult it is to solve it. If there is no dramatic coincidence or accident, the unsolved unsolved case will become an eternal unsolved case, let alone Mika Fujiwara. nothing.

Masao Watanabe, who has worked as a liquefied gas delivery man for most of his life, is kind-hearted, honest and responsible, and has excellent neighborly relations.Speaking of him, some people would even say with emotion, 'What a nice man, but it's a pity that he hasn't gotten married in his 50s'...

This kind of case is that Yuan Fang smoked five packs of cigarettes all night, and couldn't hold back any opinions the next day.

If the guess is true, how to save her will become simple. The Killer Organization must have a special medical channel, so it doesn't matter to find someone to take her back.

But in retrospect, this guess was not only unreasonable, but also a bit naive.What the hell killer organization, if you want to join the gang in Japan now, you have to go through legal training and exams first, and no one will want you if you fail the exam!

After all, the character design of the dark hero is too contradictory. Even a killer who is used to killing people with a knife will not be ignorant of modern weapons. Is it too weak to not even know about hollow point bullets?

If it was really the girl killer, the people from the organization might have found it on the day she missed.

Now that the outrageous setting of 'organization' has been ruled out, we can only contact her family.

Such a living person can't just pop out of a rock. Even if Miyajima Qingluan really had a rough life experience, her parents died or something, she was only 17 years old, and she had to have a guardian to live legally.

In fact, I wanted to mention this matter last night, but before I had time to ask, I fell into a deep sleep.

Hojo Satoru took a deep breath, removed the winter clothes covering his body, stood up suddenly, and then stretched...

"Hmm... hiss!!!"

The severe pain in his neck made him froze on the spot. He tilted his head and turned around... Oh shit, why did the padded jacket that was used as a pillow run into the corner last night?

"It doesn't matter, the handsome DK handsome guy is handsome in another style even if he has a stiff neck, the master is handsome!"

The male high school student who tilted his head slowly got up from the ground and stretched again...

"Grass... my waist!"

Hojo Satoru was furious, looked at Miyajima Qingluan with his head tilted, and after pondering for two seconds, he curled his lips, "Forget it, DK handsome guy will always have an Assassin heart for girls, DK will never will be angry!"

After comforting himself, the handsome DK man with a crooked neck went to the kitchen, warmed up the leftover porridge from last night, and then turned to the bathroom to wash up.

Miyajima-senpai has occupied the only floor for two days. She stayed up all night the night before yesterday. I will not talk about it after a day of class yesterday. After school, she ran around buying ingredients to make soup for her. Last night was really When I was so sleepy, I suddenly remembered that I only had one quilt.

The consequence of sleeping on the floor for a night is that even if the neck is crooked, it will end up with soreness all over the body.

Going back to the question just now, how can I know the family information of a student?

The senior sister’s clothes and knives were hidden in the attic, and no communication tools were found after digging through them. When students enroll, their personal files will state the address, their contact information, and their guardian’s contact information.

However, these files are in the hands of the teachers and belong to strictly protected personal privacy.

However, what Tomino and Sakamoto got was that, combined with the two days of getting along, the possibility of her being too close to a girlfriend can be almost ruled out directly.

Taking a step back, even if she has girlfriends, they won't disclose this information.Just imagine in Japan's social environment, who wants to be friends with a person who may reveal his address at any time?That kind of people don't talk about socializing, and they will only be isolated, which is good luck.

Hojo Satoru paused brushing his teeth, took out his phone with his toothbrush in his mouth, and looked at the time. It was now 10:[-] in the morning, and the bell for the second class in the morning had just rang.

Opening the address book, I found the contact whose note was in Yuejian... But I couldn't press the dial button for a long time.

Obtaining student files is a piece of cake for her, or it is no exaggeration to say that nursing Miyajima-senpai's injuries is not a big deal, and several of the largest private hospitals in Tokyo are owned by her family.

But let's not talk about whether the good-tempered young lady is willing to help, let alone whether I know her well, how can I explain this kind of thing?

You can't say openly and honestly that Miyajima Qingluan is a murderer, and you saved her by attacking the police the night before yesterday, right?Nanima also plays with a hammer!

"It's getting trickier."

Hojo Satoru put away his cell phone annoyed, and after washing carelessly, he quickly walked to Miyajima Qingluan and squatted down, "Senior sister, it's time to wake up, I didn't find your cell phone, do you still remember your family's phone number?" ?"

"Sister..."

Hojo Satoru cautiously stretched out his hand towards Miyajima Qingluan, but he froze in mid-air before touching her face.

She was still lying motionless, but her hair was sticking to her forehead, sweat even soaked out her outline on the pillow, and her body was trembling slightly.

Hojo Satoru's eyes sank, he lifted a corner of the quilt slightly, and then his pupils shrank slightly... I saw that Miyajima Qingluan's bandage-wrapped right shoulder had swelled a circle, and the red and swollen outline almost reached the side of his neck.

"When you wake up, open your eyes and talk."

Seeing that she was exposed, Miyajima Qingluan had no choice but to slowly open her bloodshot eyes... She had woken up a long time ago.

Hojo Satoru opened his mouth, but it took a few seconds before a difficult voice came out of his throat, "When... did you wake up?"

"It's not dawn... I don't know the time." Miyajima Qingluan's voice was very soft, like a whisper deliberately lowered, but the truth was that she had no strength to speak.

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

For the first time since he was reborn 16 years ago, Hojo Satoru was angry. He didn't know why this unexplained anger suddenly arose, but it was a real emotional feedback.

Miyajima Qingluan finally couldn't bear it anymore, the severe pain made her body tremble violently.

"You look very tired."