After wearing the wrong Meiqiang tragic vest

Because he had already made psychological preparations in advance, when the scene changed again, Ranbu had a feeling that the knife hanging above his head had finally fallen, and he even breathed a sigh of relief.

finally come.

This time there was no Akiba Yunze in the scene.This is a very tidy and monotonous office, so bland that the owner's personality and habits can't be seen from the layout.

Yucheng Baiyu is confronting the principal of Redmonds College who has shown up once.

At this time, his appearance was not much different from Yucheng Baiyu in the present world, but he had a healthy body, not as weak as he is now, so that he even needs a wheelchair to travel.

All the kittens inexplicably came to a conclusion that this strange journey might be coming to an end soon.

The well-dressed principal in the office looked agitated, but Yucheng Baiyu's face was a little strangely calm.

Soon, the sound reached the ears of bystanders.

"As long as I catch Qiuye Yunze, my father can be resurrected! Yucheng, Yucheng!"

The headmaster patted the table vigorously, and his voice suddenly softened again: "Don't you want to see him again?"

Yucheng Baiyu lowered his eyes, his eyelashes were very long, casting a shadow on his pale face.

"Don't bother the dead any more."

Compared with the principal's excitement and resentment, there was only calmness and relief in the boy's voice.

"How could this be disturbing the dead?" The headmaster's eyes widened strangely, perhaps the word tearing his eyes would be more appropriate to describe him.

This person who is polite in front of the public is frighteningly crazy at this moment.He kept pulling his hair, and his excited appearance was almost the same as some delinquent teenagers who had hallucinations after being high.

Everyone heard his nervous thoughts: "I admit, I admit, I was wrong at the beginning... I didn't have the courage to take responsibility for myself! My father died because of me, but I died because of my cowardice. , pushing everything on your head, making you bear unwarranted accusations and infamy for so many years..."

"It's my fault, it's my fault...but! Yucheng, I apologize to you, my brother apologizes to you, can you forgive me? Let's arrest the little prince... put him on the altar... He sacrificed to Lord God..."

"Then, then my father can be resurrected and we will be reunited as a family."

"We are reunited as a family!!"

The principal's eyes were red.His appearance at this time was no different from that of a irrational beast, yet he showed a very strange smile, as if he had already seen a beautiful picture of a family reunion.

"This is the last time I say this." Yucheng looked at this crazy face indifferently, and the words he spit out were as ruthless as a machine: "Don't disturb the sleep of the dead anymore."

"He's not dead!!" The principal roared hysterically, and he waved over the documents on the desk.

The flying white paper fell to the ground, and the sharp edge cut his forehead, and blood flowed into his eyes, but he did not blink, staring straight at the back of Yucheng Baiyu leaving.

"My father brought you out of the slums, and you have the kindness of rebuilding. Are you not willing to do this for him?"

"This man is shameless!" Wujo Satoru exclaimed.

Combined with the few girls' conversations they heard when they first arrived, it was obvious.

The former principal picked up the talented Yucheng Baiyu in the slums to train him. Something happened in the middle, and the principal passed away in order to save his son.

This matter may not be a bright matter that can be seen by others. The son of the principal who caused this result was afraid of infamy and dared not take responsibility for himself, so he pushed everything on the innocent Yucheng Baiyu.

For some reason, Yucheng Baiyu did not defend himself, and grew up with an ominous reputation and was discriminated against and rejected by everyone.

Now the successor principal uses this matter as a bargaining chip to coerce him to hurt his best friend.

All the onlookers were amazed, they had never seen such a brazen person.

"I'm afraid this person is already half-crazy." Ryunosuke pointed to a page of information on the ground. The writing on it floated, and lines of words were automatically translated and appeared in the air.

It is the research data on the conversion method of turning corpses into corpse puppets, awakening the consciousness of corpse puppets, and disguising corpse puppets as humans.

And next to it is clearly marked that the corpse puppet is a cruel, irrational, cannibal monster.The refining method is very insidious and extremely harmful to the corpse refiner.

Dazai squatted next to him with interest and began to read ten lines at a glance. After reading, he immediately took a breath and sighed: "Fortunately, he didn't succeed, otherwise this is the Resident Evil version of the other world!"

Everyone wanted to go over and take a look when they heard the words, but the translation that came with them flickered and disappeared.

Yucheng Baiyu's hand was already on the doorknob, and he was about to leave soon.

The principal lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly.

"I know you don't want to attack the little prince. He is very important to you, right? But do you think you can protect him if you reject me?"

Yucheng's movements paused, his calm eyes finally fluctuated, but they were as cold and piercing as a blade frozen in the snowfield for thousands of years: "What do you mean?"

"What do I mean?" The headmaster was completely mad.Whoever sees this person in the office at this point will jump to conclusions without hesitation.

"When did you offend the gods, right?"

Yucheng's pupils froze: "What?!"

"My dear brother, you probably don't know it? This morning, the Twelve Gods secretly promulgated the decree of the gods, requiring all believers to kill Qiuye Yunze at all costs!"

The headmaster leaned back on the chair, slowly took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses with a long chain from the desk drawer, put them on his face, crossed his hands and supported his chin with the back of his hands.