I said you are all war criminals

She spoke in a clear voice, which immediately drew cheers from the audience.

Shen Mu Guang stood at the edge of the crowd, watching everything coldly.

Chiyoko Ibuki continued her performance. She sang the songs that Hoshino Ai had sung before, danced the dances that Hoshino Ai had danced before, and even deliberately imitated Hoshino Ai's tone of voice.

...How ridiculous.

Originally, Shenmu Guang would just ignore people like this who imitated love so poorly.

after all.

Only by killing those girls who may surpass love can we add to the weight of love.

but……

"Go to hell, good-for-nothing."

In the noisy night, there was a sudden "pop" sound.

- Exactly.

In full view of the public, Chiyoko Ibuki died.

It's just like.

Squashed like a cockroach.

27

Chapter 27 Okabe Rintaro.

"Professor Okabe, please relax... You used my voice as a bridge and returned to the distant past. With a thud, you descended... and finally saw a soft light."

Inside, a small amount of indirect lighting dimly illuminates the surroundings.

In the air of air freshener that can really improve your mood, on the sofa that gently wraps his body, Okabe Rintaro was daydreaming.

"Can you see what color that light is?"

"blue……"

"So, what kind of blue is that?"

The clinical psychologist said gently.

Blue is quite common.

"In that light, stood someone important to you. Is that your family?"

"Do not……"

"So, friends? Or lovers?"

"...lover..."

Rintaro's face, half asleep with his eyes closed, showed a look of pain for a moment.

"No, not a lover, nor a friend..."

"What is it, then?"

"My...hostage..."

The clinical psychologist did not call the police.

In human psychology, words like "hostage" and "slave" do not represent such relationships in real life.

"What does the color blue remind you of?"

The clinical psychologist's voice was like poison wrapped in honey, so sweet it made him uneasy. Rintaro felt his brain was a mess, and the fragments of memories he had deliberately forgotten were like sharp glass shards, pricking his scalp and making it numb.

"Blue...blue..."

He repeated vaguely, trying to grasp something, but afraid to grasp something. Blue is the color of the sky, the color of the ocean, and also... the color of her eyes.

No...her eyes are green.

Reassuring green.

Let people...

"Did you think of anyone important? Perhaps someone related to this memory..."

The psychologist patiently tried to pry open the floodgates of his memory.

"No! Nothing!"

Rintaro suddenly opened his eyes, jumped up from the sofa, and rudely interrupted the psychologist.

"Professor Okabe, please calm down..."

The psychologist's voice was still gentle.

Rentaro pushed the psychologist aside and stumbled out of the clinic. The sunlight outside the clinic hurt his eyes, and he covered his eyes with his hands, gasping for breath like a dying fish.

The whole world is muddled together.

His world was spinning.

"professor!"

A familiar voice sounded in his ears.

Rintaro lowered his hand and saw Hakuno standing in front of him, looking at him with a worried look on his face.

"How was today's treatment?"

Hakuno asked cautiously.

"well enough,"

Rintaro forced a smile, "At least I didn't throw up today."

He didn't want to worry Hakuno, even though his stomach was churning.

"That's good,"

Hakuno seemed relieved. "I bought your favorite Dr. Pepper. Want some?"

Rentaro took the Dr. Pepper and gulped it down. The spicy bubbles exploded in his stomach like a bomb, temporarily suppressing the nausea that was surging. He wiped his mouth, let out a long breath, and forced a smile that was uglier than tears. "Thanks, Hakuno."

Hakuno looked at him worriedly, about to speak. Rentaro waved his hand, indicating that he was fine, and the two sat down on a bench in the park down the street.

Spring had arrived late, but the sun was unexpectedly scorching, making everyone drowsy. Rintaro squinted, watching the children playing in the park, his thoughts wandering elsewhere. Thirty-three, he should have been full of vigor and vitality, but now he looked like a frost-bitten eggplant, wilting. His tangled hair, unshaven chin, and sunken eyes all betrayed his recent state of distress.

"Professor, how have you been lately?"

Hakuno asked cautiously, a hint of tentativeness in his tone.

Rentaro gave a wry smile. "Not bad? That's about it. Probably only one step away from going crazy."

He rubbed his temples and felt like a swarm of bees buzzing in his head.

"As for you... I heard that you were recently taken to the police station?"

"Did Urushihara-senpai tell you?"

Bai Ye asked, and then immediately laughed out loud, "Otherwise, Senior would never not even tell you something like this."

"It's nothing, actually."

Bai Ye scratched his head, his tone as relaxed as if he was saying that the weather was nice today, "It's just a routine questioning. You know, Deng... she's dead. I was the first person to find out, so of course the police wanted to find me to find out."

Rintaro was stunned. The sweet taste of Dr. Pepper suddenly turned bitter. Takamatsu Teru, the girl who looked like a lily, died? He opened his mouth, but his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound. He always knew that Hakuno and Takamatsu Teru were dating, and he had seen that girl a few times. He had the impression that she was a girl with a bit of an electric personality, and she looked very compatible with Hakuno. He still remembered that the last time he saw Takamatsu Teru, she was talking to Hakuno excitedly, her eyes sparkling as if filled with stars.

"died?"

Rintaro finally found his voice, which was as dry as sandpaper rubbing against glass. "How did he die?"

"have no idea,"

Bai Ye shrugged, looking nonchalant. "The police are still investigating. It has nothing to do with me anyway."

Rentaro stared at Hakuno, trying to find a trace of sadness, a trace of pain, a trace of...any emotion a human should have on his face.

However, all he saw was calmness, even indifference, which made him feel unbelievable and even horrified.

"You're not such a heartless person, Hakuno."

Rintaro couldn't help but ask, a hint of questioning in his tone. He knew that Hakuno might appear carefree and cynical, but at heart he was a man of deep loyalty and loyalty. He couldn't believe Hakuno could be so indifferent to his girlfriend's death.

Hakuno smiled, "Professor, you're right."

As he spoke, he spread out his palm, and a wooden bead lay there quietly, emitting a faint glow.

"I have a way to revive the lamp, Professor."

Rintaro stared at the bead intently, as if it were some kind of monster. He knew that Hakuno was interested in the occult and often engaged in some bizarre research, but he had never imagined that Hakuno would go down this path.

"Are you crazy?"

Rintaro's voice trembled. "Do you know what you are doing? This is..."

"This is science, Professor."

Hakuno interrupted Rentaro, "Because, science is about repeatable experiments... just like I have a mantra bead, and you, Professor, also have a mantra bead."

Rentaro subconsciously put his hands in his pockets.

That's right.

Just like Hakuno said, he also has the resurrection technique.

...A perfect spell that can revive Mayuri Shiina by killing an unknown number of people.

28

Chapter 28: Toyokawa Kiyoshi's confession.

The room was dark and gloomy, filled with a strong smell of alcohol that made it almost impossible to breathe.

All kinds of wine bottles were scattered all over the floor, covering the entire floor of the room.

In the midst of this mess, Toyokawa Kiyoshi was lying drunk on the floor.

Shoko Toyokawa stood beside Seikatsu Toyokawa, staring at the man who had once been her father.

Then she raised her foot and stepped on the man's chest, and her heel crushed Fengchuan Qinggao's chest hard, again and again.

The anesthetic effect of alcohol gradually wore off under the stimulation of pain. Fengchuan Qinggao groaned and opened his eyes with difficulty. A pair of cricket high heels appeared in his blurry vision, and above the shoes was Xiangzi's beautiful but cold face.

"you……"

As soon as Toyokawa Kiyoshi uttered a word, his stomach churned. He pushed Xiangzi's feet away, turned over and lay on the tatami, vomiting gushed out, and the pungent smell of stomach acid and alcohol filled the air.

Xiangzi stood firmly on the ground, without wavering.

She waited quietly until Qing finished speaking before she spoke aloud.

"Father,"

Xiangzi said, "Do you want to die here, or fight to save your wife?"

Fengchuan Qingcao struggled, tumbling on the floor like a stranded fish, finally able to hold his upper body upright. His stomach churned, and he covered his mouth and retched several times. The alcohol had numbed his nerves, making him slow to react to Xiangzi's words. Resurrection? Wife? These words burst in his mind like soap bubbles, then reassembled, piecing together an absurd dream.

"What nonsense are you talking about..."

Fengchuan Qinggao mumbled incoherently, his eyes blurred, trying to focus on Xiangzi's face, but he couldn't see it clearly.

Xiangzi squatted down and spread out his palms. A wooden bead lay there quietly, emitting a faint light, like the eyes of some evil creature, flickering in the dim room.

"This is……"

Toyokawa Kiyosuke's attention was attracted by the beads, and something seemed to be touched in his chaotic consciousness.

"The key to resurrecting your wife."

Xiangzi said calmly, as if he was talking about something insignificant, "As long as you are willing, she can come back to you."

Fengchuan Qingjiao took the bead with trembling hands. The moment he touched it, a strange energy spread along his arm, making him shudder. He seemed to see his wife's gentle smile, hear her soft voice, and feel her warm embrace...

"How...how to do it?"

Fengchuan Qinggao's voice was hoarse and urgent. He no longer cared about whether it was true or not. The desire in his heart grew like a weed, occupying his entire mind.