Yokohama High School of Magic

Chapter 78 The Clown

In the light, Suehiro Tetsuin regained his grip on the knife in his hand.

Okura Yeko's vision became clear again.

The humming in Yi Gu Youtai's ears disappeared.

A mixture of black and red blooms on the Yokohama campus.

The wound on the body has not healed, and a large amount of blood is still overflowing and spreading, but the transmission of pain is blocked, the lost strength returns to the cells, and the brain is overloaded to work again.

There are only countless swaying black figures in front of him.

Out of the thousands of white pigeons, there were only a few dozen left, hovering in mid-air.

The sound of the flapping wings and the sound of the wind were extremely clear in my ears.

Yi Gu You Tai could no longer even feel the passing of time.

The beating of the heart became more and more violent, one sound at a time, together with the sound of blood flowing in the blood vessels.

It must have been a long time.

On top of the corpses piled up into a hill, Yi Gu Youtai collapsed in blood.

He tried his best to open his eyes wide, trying to see clearly the bloody space where the white dove was circling.

But the eyes were blurred and I couldn't see anything clearly.

There was no sound in my ears, nothing at all.

so tired...

The body is getting colder and colder.

Following the instructions of his brain, the boy in white uniform slowly closed his eyes.

The eyes fell into darkness.

In the next second, in the pocket of the white uniform, gemstones wrapped with silver threads gradually shone with dreamlike and gorgeous light.

Red and green are intertwined, true and false are intertwined.

There was a soft sound, obviously inaudible, but it seemed to be ringing clearly in the ears.

——Bring the boy who has been thrown into the dead water back to the world again.

Yi Gu Youtai sat up abruptly, what appeared in front of his eyes was a terrifying scene full of dead bodies.

Two army-green teenagers were lying between the corpses, their eyes half-opened, their fingers tightly embedded in the handle of the knife, and their chests did not have the slightest ups and downs.

The young detective, whose shawl was completely soaked in blood, knelt beside Fukuzawa Yukichi's body, expressionless.

The side of the face could not stop dripping down.

The liquid dripped from his chin, dripped on the side face of the person in his arms, and slid down the bloodless side face to the ground.

——The person who originally wanted to die, but lived to the end.

The surrounding area was quiet, the sound of the explosion stopped, and the marble building did not allow the fire to spread.

Everything is quiet like the end of the world.

Yi Guyou stood up in a daze, solid blood dregs fell from his body, and when he got up, he stumbled when he was tripped by the corpse's hand.

There was no pain in his body, unlike when the transmission of pain was cut off just now, at this moment he relaxed as if he had never been injured.

He stumbled up to Edogawa Ranpo, staring at Fukuzawa Yukichi's body in a daze.

"Pointless."

The young man with green eyes seemed to murmur:

"It's obviously meaningless."

In the lonely wind, Yi Guyoutai breathed lightly.

"Let's go."

He squatted down and pulled Edogawa Ranpo's wrist, his voice was trembling, difficult and hoarse.

"Let's go."

"There's no time to stay here."

The man is dead.

No matter how painful it is, those who remain must move forward.

"Let's go!"

He growled, not only talking to Edogawa Ranpo, but also as if talking to himself.

Edogawa Ranpo was forcibly pulled forward by Otoko Yuta, and headed for the only building on the campus that emitted light.

One person walked forward tenaciously, amidst the turbulent waves of sorrow, carrying a belief like bottoming out.

One of them couldn't stop turning his head, his emerald-like eyes that used to be bright were covered with dust.

They walked towards the light, as if they were struggling on the road to the future.

In front of them, the originally bright and clean church was dilapidated, the luxurious and bright flower windows were all damaged, and the lingering firelight swayed behind the hollow.

In the church-like library, the pages of the books were flying, and the books were scattered on the ground.

The fire gradually spread, swallowing the books scattered on the ground one by one into the flames, the orange-red light was like the red sun after the broken glass above the head.

Goujuanji stood in front of Atsushi Nakajima, who was covered in blood and had a swaying figure, panting as if extremely exhausted, and looked warily at the two in front of him.

Fu Heisher's expression was indifferent, even though his vision was soaked in blood, there was still an arrogant smile on the corner of his mouth.

Fukuchi Sakura flicked the blood on the knife, and smiled in amazement: "Is there no magic power? What a strange body."

"Teacher Fukuchi..." Atsushi Nakajima spat out a mouthful of blood from his throat, and then he yelled at him angrily, "Why did you betray!!"

"We clearly agreed to revolution together, didn't we!!"

Fukuji Sakurachi just quietly looked at the angry Nakajima Atsushi.

"Dun Jun." He seemed to be persuading and sighing, "There is no eternal alliance, and there is no betrayal at all. It's just a entanglement of positions."

The white-haired boy said with blood in his voice, "...an excuse."

"That's it."

Fukuji Sakurachi raised the knife again, with the usual smile on the corner of his mouth, "In that case, I'm sorry."

bass.

A soft sound.

Yigu Yuta blocked Tiao Yecaiju's knife, while Fukuchi Yingchi's knife was blocked by Fu Heisher.

Feeling the strength of his subordinates, Fu Heisher raised his eyebrows excitedly.

He considers himself a hired worker of the Yokohama school, and the current scope of work is still within the salary given by the Yokohama school, so he didn't lie down and hide in the dormitory.

However, he turned his head sideways, and the bullet drew a small bloody gash on the side of his face.

Yi Gu Youtai retreated instantly, and several bullets passed through where he was standing.

At the gate of the church, Edogawa Ranpo stared blankly at the few people, and spoke softly, as if talking to himself:

"The Fifth Man of 'The Hound'."

Almost at the moment when his voice fell, several bullets passed through, and Yigu Yuta counterattacked the opponent's slashing again and again, while dodging the bullets, a little embarrassed.

The same is true for Fu Heisher, but Fudi Yingchi strikes ruthlessly, and Fu Heisher fights back even more ruthlessly, and the back and forth between the two is fierce.

The dog curly thorn wanted to open his mouth to utter a curse. However, the pain he had just overused made him cough muffledly. foam.

Still, he spoke, reluctantly:

"Don't move." The voice was hoarse to weak.

Blessedly, Yingchi only paused for a second.

The bullet passed Edogawa Ranpo's side, pulling up the fine black hair around his ears.

The shrapnel was deeply embedded in the arm of the left hand, but it was extremely lucky to avoid the important joints. The exhausted pupa from the battle just returned, and Otoko Yuta, who barely dodged, called him back: "Edogawa!"

The young detective whose name was called stood by the door of the church, watching him quietly.

Thinking that Edogawa Ranpo had lost his will, Otoko Yuta struggled to turn his head, even ignoring the point of the knife that Jono Caiju attacked him.

He yelled at him, which contained extremely complex and intertwined emotions, as if there were countless words on his lips.

But in the end, he just yelled his name:

"Edogawa!!"

The sound echoed throughout the church, along with the sound of the fire.

The tip of the knife was approaching the back of his neck, and the end of his dangerous perception issued a deafening warning.

In the next second, the sound of metal rubbing against each other sounded behind him.

Standing by the door of the church, the young detective raised his head high, surrounded by a pride that never left.

An emerald-like icy gaze surrounds the room.

The 'bullet' who was a hound just now is now on the side of Edogawa Ranpo.

After being stunned for a short period of time, Tiaoye Caiju understood everything in an instant. Even though his eyes were closed, he looked in the direction of Edogawa Ranpo accurately.

"What did you do to Liyuan?"

Edogawa Ranpo did not answer him.

The cold 'detective' and the blind 'soldier' ​​confronted each other.

The dog curly spine, who was highly focused, grabbed the gap, pulled up the hand of the young man behind him, and rushed out.

They brushed past the detective by the door, and the breeze blew over the necks of the teenagers facing each other.

Outside the library, everything was eerily quiet.

The hour hand is clearly pointing to night, but a red phantom sun is hanging above the head.

The phantom sun is still high above, overlooking the ruins of the Yokohama campus.

Passing through the thick dust and smoke, a hell-like scene came into view. Atsushi Nakajima's staggering steps suddenly stopped, as if he was frozen in place. Several figures on the ground remained motionless, constantly zooming in on his pupils. .

However, the boy beside him firmly pulled him forward.

The white-haired boy was choked with sobs, pulled by the dog's curly thorns, and kept stumbling forward.

The dog curly thorn was pulling him in front, and he didn't know the goal, and he didn't know where to go to end all this.

However, only one thing is certain at present.

—onward, onward, till far away from here, to a place of safety.

however.

"I found two poor children~"

The clown's unique accent sounded.

The sound of bullets being loaded.

Behind Gogol, rows of guns were aimed at the two men.

"..."

Atsushi Nakajima was protected by the dog curly thorn, and his always firm gaze was finally shaken.

"...even you."

The clown looked apologetically, and quietly turned to Atsushi Nakajima, "I'm sorry, Atsushi."

"However, in order to get real freedom."

In the ear, the white dove resting on the corpse spread its wings and flew away.

There is regret in the eyes under the clown mask:

"The 'book' on your body cannot meet Natsume-sensei."

The dog curled up in front of Atsushi Nakajima, facing the rows of gunpoints, refusing to give in, his nerves were extremely tense, and the muscles under his uniform were tense.

He didn't look back, and made a 'run' gesture behind his back, his brain turned quickly, thinking about ways to get out of the predicament.

In front of his eyes, the clown's eyes were still full of regret.

Who's soft hair touches the back of the neck.

The already highly nervous boy from the Tokyo school turned around suddenly, and then, in his dilated pupils.

——The juniors from other schools gently fell to his side.