My Bungo system is a little different

How long have you been trapped on the rooftop?

Whether in fear or in anticipation of a possible attack, the body loses its sense of time due to the secretion of chemicals.

And because I don't have a special memory, I can only roughly confirm that the full moon hanging high above my head doesn't seem to have changed its position.

"As for the moon, it was there the last time I was awake, and it has always been round." Clarice suddenly half-bent and said.

Was it because I was noticed by staring at the moon?The dog rolled back half a step.

Still could not remain indifferent to that approaching face.

The boy gestured in sign language, "I'll check it again, please follow along." ' Then turned around and re-explored the surrounding area.

Noticing that the roof door did not reappear with the death of the curse spirit, he immediately understood that this incident was not over yet.

Is there a second curse spirit?

Be calm, find the enemy's openings, and launch a counterattack.

Having said that, seeing the corpses of starving people lying dead in front of them, I still couldn't calm down.

"Can you wait for me for a while?" A female voice sounded in the ear, and at the same time, the sleeves felt slightly pulled.

'what's wrong? 'Dog Roll' asked.

At some point, the red-haired woman squatted on the ground, holding a human tibia in her right hand, and observing it quite closely.

It was one that was dug out from a pile of corpses that seemed to have been eaten by wild animals, and there were small pieces of muscle tissue and broken fascia on it.

As if she couldn't smell the blood at all, Clarice held the skeleton with her bare hands and looked at the other end from one end, then——

"I seem to understand." She said very firmly, and then used her left hand to fish out half of the broken bone from the pile of bones, and stood up.

The scene looked very strange.

The inhumanly beautiful woman stood under the full moon holding a human skeleton with flesh and blood in each hand, with a smile of unknown meaning on her mouth.

Very hesitantly, Goujuan sign language 'Sorry, please stand there and explain. '

Comprehending such instructions, Clarice looked a little distressed. She put her hands together and stretched forward, just in time to put the intact tibia in front of the dog.

Then she said something even more terrifying: "These two bones are the same."

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"You should look carefully! Although the tibia in my left hand is broken from the middle, it is enough to make a comparison from the preserved part. You can detect the problem by touching the upper articular surface and the tibial tuberosity. Also, the position of the nutrient hole is exactly the same as the direction of the soleus muscle line!"

Clarice said loudly when the frightened dog curled into place with a spell reflexively.

In fact, he couldn't understand the terminology spoken by the other party at all, and he didn't want to reach out to touch the dead man's bones carefully, but after hearing Clarice's speech, Goujuan still took a step forward rather reluctantly, trying to find the other party's words from the two bones. common ground.

etc.If you look closely, it seems that it is indeed——

"Recover." Suddenly understanding why Clarice thought this was a point worth noting, Gou Juan undid the opponent's hold.

Then, the two exchanged positions very consciously, with Clarice probing in front and the dog curling up behind to watch the surroundings.

I don't know how long it took, and after a long pause, Clarice gave a summary of her observations.

"Nine corpses. On this rooftop, the number of human corpses that can be identified with different characteristics is nine. The rest of the remaining intact corpses and scattered skeletons are a kind of 'replication'. And all appear to be corroded by acid The bones of the dead and the bones eaten by wild animals are 'copies' of the starving people."

He didn't ask how Clarice confirmed that those bones were 'replications' of the corpses of starving people who were still basically intact, Gou Juan just continued to think based on the conclusion of the other party.

First, all the dead here actually died of starvation and lack of water.

Second, unknown enemies can create very real illusions.

"Still thinking about it?" Clarice, who had been spreading her hands after examining the corpse because she couldn't wash her hands, interrupted his thoughts. "Do you want me to help?"

Although she asked this question, she didn't wait for Goujuan to reply, but continued on her own: "The number of corpses we saw far exceeds the real number, and this rooftop looks far more than this building. The size of the building should have been. The door of the roof disappeared. No, it should be said that it seems to have disappeared. Brother expert, do you remember how you got up to the roof?"

Entering the very realistic rooftop from the 11th floor, which looks like a pointillist oil painting version?

Gouju hesitantly 'said' to understand everything.He seemed to understand what was really going on.

"That's right. The hallucinations you see not only haven't disappeared, but have also been upgraded. From only affecting the vision to being able to affect the five senses, it seems to be closer to reality, but it's just a more subtle bait." Clarice reasoned At that time, there was a special brilliance on his face, "We are not in a different space, but should be on the real roof of this building, so the door to the roof must also exist."

indeed so.Just considering that the senses of the two are still affected by hallucinations until now, how to find the door——

Swah——

Some warm liquid splashed on his face, and it became cold quickly under the cold wind.

Gouju subconsciously rubbed it with his hand a little bit.

A little sticky.

The sound of the body hitting the ground was delayed by a beat.

In the moonlight, dark marks that were rapidly smearing on the white dress looked like spilled ink stains.

At this moment, the thinking in Goujuan's mind was finally completed.

——If the senses of the two are still affected by hallucinations until now, then the dead curse spirit may not be dead after all.

Without taking another look at Miss Clarice's body lying on the ground, the dog curly thorn quickly returned to the combat state.

He gave up looking for the curse spirit body which was likely to be an illusion even if it appeared in front of him, he chose to attack directly and indiscriminately.

"Blast!"

While saying this sentence from his mouth, pain came from deep in his lungs, as if he was choked by something, and the second sentence he wanted to say immediately got stuck on the tip of his tongue.

A disturbing howling came from a certain direction.

But the scenery seen by these eyes still hasn't changed, so——

Along with the blood overflowing from the throat, he spit out the next indiscriminate curse.

"Go to hell!"

The curse-like words drained the remaining mana from his body.

At the same time, everything around flickered several times as if the old TV screen was malfunctioning, and finally everything that could be seen changed in color as if the filter was removed.

About 5 meters away on the right side of me, the door to the roof stood there.

ended.

The last words that flashed through the mind of the exhausted spellcaster before he fell were:

Should have attacked directly earlier, sorry.

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What does it mean not to find the woman he mentioned on the rooftop?

As if he could see his doubts from Gou Juan's face, the female classmate pushed the round glasses and explained: "Except for the 9 corpses and you who passed out, no one else was found on the rooftop."

"There's no blood either. Neither on the ground nor on your face." Chanyuan Maki added.

The teenager sitting on the bed in the dormitory couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

After waking up, he had already returned to the high school. After writing the mission report meticulously, he tried to ask if there were any survivors, but he got an unexpected answer.

"Muyuhua." Gou Juan still couldn't understand what happened.

"Actually, Ji, you must be dreaming." The panda sitting on the stool expressed his opinion, "Dream of puberty. The beautiful big sister who appeared in the crisis or something. I imagined this kind of thing because I was too tired and my mind was confused. Role."

"Ah, it's possible. Is it because I've seen too many blood plasma films in Wu's collection, that's the one, the number one female horror film." Maki agreed beside her.

Being teased by his classmates, the memory of the rooftop resurfaced in Goujuan's mind.

Like a dove in the moonlight—

He stopped remembering.

It's definitely not a dream, but it seems necessary to investigate—let's not think too much about it.

The dog who soon returned to normal life did not think that one day he would see Miss 'Clarice' who was alive and whose image had undergone earth-shaking changes on a completely different occasion.

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"Ah - sneeze."

Chizhi, who was not injured on the roof but caught a cold from the cold, vowed to wear more concave shapes next time.

Bradbury is the first female vest he used. Although he didn't think about the specific setting when he used "A Letter from a Strange Woman", he still switched to a male writer for various considerations. Instead of directly using the vest of a female writer.

After all, Bradbury was indeed a loyal reader of Poe.

As for the series of performances against Gou Juanji on the rooftop, it wasn't that he deliberately wanted to achieve such a weird effect, but a coincidence due to the addition of the environment.

His original purpose was only to pretend to be a victim of the curse incident to get in touch with the relevant personnel of the High Commissioner.

Wearing a white dress and bare feet is also due to another set of rhetoric that he is sure will make people cry.

Unexpectedly, his initial attempt would directly win the grand prize. In order not to progress too fast in the high school, Chi Zhi had to let 'Clarice' disappear temporarily.

After lowering his head and delineating the location of a Tokyo suburb on the phone, he put the screen of the phone back into his pocket.

"Excuse me, is this Miss Beatty who made an appointment?" asked the member of the Panxing Cult who was wearing a shirt and short skirt suit, which did not look like a member of the religious industry.

"Hmm. It's me." The woman in a long gray trench coat and a dark purple cloche hat tightened the cashmere scarf around her neck and answered vaguely.