Doomsday Jigsaw Game

The night sky, which was already dark, began to be covered by a stronger darkness.

It was like a picture scroll with a night scene, and suddenly the thickest layer of ink was splashed.

The scene in Bai Wu's eyes was like a nuclear bomb exploded called "disaster", and the entire school was instantly covered and swallowed by black matter.

The huge evil pupil in his sight also disappeared under the invasion of doom.

The scene in the whole memory is only a piece of absolute darkness.

"She also broke out of fusion disease?"

"If bad luck swallows the entire campus... Doesn't it mean everyone will die? No, it may not be death."

Bai Wu didn't know what effect the perfect distortion entry-Doom Catastrophe, and the fusion of the talent sequence Satan's Kiss Grief and Joy Roulette would be.

Even with enhanced vision, he couldn't see through the thick black. Looking around, it seemed that the whole world had suddenly fallen into chaos.

Now even he couldn't imagine what kind of scene the Baichuan Middle School would be like when these chaos dissipated.

He simply began to infer some details.

"This power has surpassed Jiang Yimi's limit. It now seems that Fusion Disease will bring some power to runaway... If so, will the Masked Monster suddenly have a stronger time and space than usual? force?"

"Will he change a certain rule of time and space because of the violent power in his body...?"

These bold inferences cannot be verified, and no one can answer Bai Wu, even the owner of this memory.

The only thing Bai Wu understood was that the mask was photographed and flew to a certain corner of Baichuan City. In the future, it was picked up by a member of the investigation legion, and then, without knowing its efficacy, it was thrown to Jingchu to take care of the Weapons Division.

In the end, he was picked up by himself, and then somehow, he inherited the will of the masked weirdo.

As for where the will of the first generation mask monster went, it has become a mystery.

The memory ends here, and until the end, everything in Bai Wu's sight is still chaotic.

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There is no other content at the end of the diary. This special diary only records one sentence——

"Unknown, masked hero, died of the principal, died of approaching me."

Bai Wu couldn't feel the feeling of sorrow, but he felt a little pity. It was like achieving a 90% completion degree for one thing, and suddenly the completion degree was reset to zero because of an accident.

Died close to me, these words are enough to show that the girl still thinks she is an ominous person.

She thinks that the masked man died and was killed by the principal, but the cause and effect of being killed by the principal lies in her.

The mask stranger took her out of the crux of He Shuhong, Lin Yiping, and Jiang Huan. It was a while before this girl who had been cursed and accused by the world and isolated, could find the vitality that a girl should have.

Perhaps there will be such a parallel universe, where masked monsters with half-evil depraved girls, together after the arrival of the tower era, roam in various areas to dispel the obsessions of depravities, save others, or eradicate evil. fall.

Doom is no longer a drag on her, but a weapon she uses to maintain justice. Just as the mask geek said, how much pain can be exchanged for how much happiness. She is no longer a monster that people fear, but a reliable teammate around the masked weirdo.

But the mask stranger suddenly left, making everything a fuss, and Jiang Yimi fell into a bigger crux.

Although the time to get along is very short, many things that the masked eccentrics have done have never been done to Jiang Yimi.

Giving her food, revealing the truth for her, also led her to understand a truly desperate world that is about to come, gave her some missions, and some more sacred and noble things.

Bai Wu put down his diary, originally planning to look for other written records and continue searching for clues, but he suddenly stopped when a strange chill came.

He instantly understood what was going on, and immediately explained from the heart:

"Don't be nervous, I'm not malicious."

He finally felt Jiang Yimi's breath. Although he didn't feel fear, he still subconsciously calculated whether the other party was threatened.

This is a monster that can easily destroy the entire Baichuan campus.

Jiang Yimi in my memory is very kind, but 700 years have passed, and no one knows what has changed.

Especially the eyes have warned, before you find the right option, don't approach here.

"Who are you?" Jiang Yimi's voice couldn't hear any emotion.

Bai Wu slowly turned around, staring at each other.

Bai Wu's face is very beautiful, as is Jiang Yimi. Seven hundred years later, although she was no longer a young girl, she still has the same face.

From the moment Bai Wu was immersed in memory, Jiang Yimi felt a familiar breath.

[As a half-evil, her basic battle system is based on the evil-fall, rather than the power of the human beings. Her sequence also stopped awakening after becoming a half-evil, but she can use the sequence. Yes, it may be possible to obtain more sequences in other ways in the future. As for her experience, you probably know it, so I won't introduce it.

Nine-level variant, distortion entry: mental power*9, rare distortion entry, resentment transformation, disaster strike. Perfect distortion entry: Doom and catastrophe. Talent sequence 666-Satan's kiss, talent sequence 777-roulette of sorrow and joy.

By the way, the semi-evil depravity form is called the perfect form because the semi-evil depravity has nothing less. 】

At the moment when the remarks appeared, Bai Wu understood one thing-the girl in front of him was not able to fight by herself, so she had to make sense.

This has a lifespan of evil, and it is the half evil of a human girl's body, no less than the top predator he has ever seen.

Perhaps only the level of Hong Yin and beauty moles can suppress her.

As for the last sentence of the remarks, this kind of non-discipline information, Baiwu selectively ignores.

"You are not from this school." There is still no emotional voice.

The black matter that hadn't attacked the white mist had turned into a fierce beast at this moment.

For 700 years, Jiang Yimi's manipulation of bad luck has become extremely skillful.

Bai Wu was convinced that he was already non-inspiring, although he felt that as long as he returned to the tower, he could cut off the power of these entries.

But the question is, what if the return to the roulette suddenly fails? What if you return to roulette? He didn't dare to think too much, fearing that his luck would be swallowed too much, and he became a silly thought.

"I don't know Jiang Yimi's attitude towards me, but I can talk to people and talk nonsense to others."

Bai Wu's mind began to quickly reorganize various information. Soon he had an idea-a bold operation began.

"Sorry, I didn't expect that the onset of fusion disease would lead me to time and space seven hundred years later."

Bai Wu's tone is very sincere.

Originally, Jiang Yimi intended to inquire about Bai Wu's identity, and also intended to expel Bai Wu from Baichuan Middle School.

There is no need for new residents in this place, and humans should not be near such an ominous place.

But Bai Wu's words made her feel inexplicable at first, and then she seemed to recall certain things, the coldness in her eyes had slightly melted, but she also had a little doubt and anger.

"You...what are you talking about?"

There is a play.

Bai Wu's current thinking is very clear-

If this is the strongest monster in the school, as long as Jiang Yimi is defeated, then this exploration, even if all the puzzles are not solved, can be considered invincible.

His expression became calm, his tone and eyes were apologetic.

"I came back here again. I didn't expect everything to be totally different. The school that was full of voices in the past has become lifeless. There are no vibrant faces in the dormitory building, only piercing gazes."

"At first, I wondered why there were so many weird things in the school. The gymnasium and playground, the teaching building, the east campus, the dormitory...There were many strange stories that had never existed before. But after reading these memories , I just knew that that day... something uncontrollable happened."

"It turns out that this is how it came to be. I'm really sorry. I have clearly realized that you may also have the same disease, but I have always put my mind on the doctor. I should be more concerned about you."

If the first sentence is just a coincidence, then the next few sentences are very obvious, and Jiang Yimi's expression becomes angry:

"You, you shut up! You are not allowed to pretend to be him!"

Bai Wu noticed that when the girl was nervous, she would squat when she spoke. The same is true in memories.

Now is a critical period, he did not rush to prove himself with a mask, but continued:

"I just came from the Ninth Mental Hospital. I learned something in the files there. The doctor was far away from Baichuan City. The entire hospital has also lost control. There are almost no living creatures in several buildings. Seven hundred years ago , They have gone through a big cleaning."

"Remember the eleventh floor that I went to with you? Although to me, everything is just in a trance, but I'm not sure if you still remember it. After all, seven hundred years have passed."

Bai Wu looked at Jiang Yimi. Jiang Yimi did not speak. Her face still had an angry expression. Her reason told her that this person was lying, but subconsciously, she still had some expectation in her heart.

The actor like Bai Wu can see through it at a glance.

Originally, Bai Wu was not sure whether Jiang Yimi's disposition had changed drastically in the past 700 years, but now that when I look back, the souls like the dark shadows in the mirror are still there.

Those who had been rescued by her and the masked monsters were still being protected by her.

Coupled with Jiang Yimi's unassuming anger in front of him, he was convinced that the girl's interior had not changed.

"On the eleventh floor of the Ninth Mental Hospital, there is also a little girl like you. You can rest assured that Jiang Huan, He Shuhong, and Lin Yiping all went to heaven in the end. The pain you endured. Your mentor and friends, at least when they left this world, there was not much resentment and pain."

"Later I went to look for my mask again. I was actually not very sure whether you were still here 700 years later. Time really passed too long, and the fusion disease broke out, causing the space-time power in my body to run away. I didn't even think about it. It will span such a long time zone in a moment."

Without retreating, Bai Wu took a step closer and was very close to Jiang Yimi.

He calmly looked like a real masked weird, facing the girl who was full of guilt back then.

"Unexpectedly, it has been seven hundred years in a blink of an eye. I know you must have had a bad life in these seven hundred years, but it is really good to be able to see you again."

At this time, Bai Wu finally took out the mask, and he put it on.

Seeing the familiar smiling face on the mask, Jiang Yimi's original ferocious aura instantly collapsed.

She stared in surprise with her eyes widened.

It is clear that there is no "all beings are equal" in the fog, but the black matter instantly converges a lot.

For 700 years, Jiang Yimi has been living with guilt and self-blame, and she has been practicing to control this power, even though everything has long been meaningless.

The school has become a real ghost school, and the city has become a dead city.

She can actually leave here. Everything has become a cycle. For seven hundred years, no matter the soul in the mirror or the evil outside the mirror, all creatures have lived in unchanging lives.

Even if she left, there would be no change, but she never left.

When the little black cat saw the mask, he approached Bai Mist's shoes and rubbed the white mist with his cheek. Bai Mist was really worried that Hei Yan would burn his pair of master assassin shoes.

"You, you are not him, you can't be his, you, why do you pretend to be him..."

All this happened too suddenly, Jiang Yimi didn't really believe in Bai Wu. Seven hundred years later, she had imagined countless scenes where the hero would come again.

But he never came, and the school has changed beyond recognition.

Under the influence of the huge disaster, everyone has become a wicked depravity.

The entire campus was also swallowed because of luck, and a special backlash rule was formed-a word came true.

All unlucky words will be fulfilled, and all bad things spoken will happen.

The depraved people here, whether they are former teachers or students, are living in the fear of Jiang Yimi and the horror they themselves have created.

After they became the evil depravity, they have had many curses on the future.

These curses all began to be fulfilled one by one because of the power of disasters, so that many strange rules appeared throughout the school.

The more they hate something, the more this school forces them to face.

After being distorted by the power of doom, the era before Mingming Pagoda is not over yet, but Baichuan Middle School has already had the same severe distortion as the tower era.

Everyone was anxious to stay away from that school, and the fetters in the whole school were swallowed by the disaster that swept through everything.

This area was divided into many blocks, and all the strange stories that had been talked about by the students became real.

Good students, bad students, school teachers or other staff have all entered their own nightmare and began to cycle. The life they once complained about has become a permanent destiny.

Everything can't go back, Jiang Yimi also knows that he has caused irreversible damage to the school.

She looked at Bai Wu, real anger was born in her heart, and the doom that followed behind her also became restless again:

"You are not him... If he is still alive, why didn't you come to me for seven hundred years?! You are not him at all, you just saw this memory pretending to be him! I saw him die with my own eyes... Now, he is dead!"

Facing Jiang Yimi's anger, Bai Wu's heart was calm.

He could probably imagine Jiang Yimi's despair when all visions of the future were shattered after discovering the death of the masked stranger.

The extreme pain caused the fusion disease to occur, and the power of the fusion disease was beyond imagination. Everything in the school was swallowed by this misfortune, completely unrecognizable.

Her heart was painful, but no one came to her life like a hero.

She can only be with the black cat, living in guilt and self-blame almost eternally.

The principal is not dead, maybe it doesn't matter anymore.

Because this school has no living people, together with the principal and Cain's other disciples, they have become irrelevant roles.

At least in Jiang Yimi's opinion, everything is like this. She is the biggest sinner in this school, and there is no way to save this school.

After clarifying her state of mind, Bai Wu's tone became gentle:

"Remember what I said, the hero will never die. It is true that our reunion is a bit longer, and I am not as strong as before, and this world is no longer the world at that time, but you are not change."

"Jiang Yimi, you may have done something wrong, but think about it carefully, at least you saved these people, and you kept them in school forever. If you didn't stop the principal at that time, maybe they would live as human beings. But maybe...their end will be even worse."

Pretending to be a masked monster, the first motive was to attack Jiang Yimi, but now, Bai Wu also hopes to truly solve Jiang Yimi's crux.

Jiang Yimi may still not believe that the man in front of him is a masked weird person, but the pain and struggle on her face indicate that she at least listened to Bai Wu's words.

"Because of the power of time and space, I know a lot of things that will inevitably happen in the future. Do you think Baichuan Middle School is the most miserable? In a certain deep-sea casino, there are countless people who don’t even have lifespan and memory, although they won’t Living in the posture of evil depravity, but not as good as depravity."

"In a certain huge cruise ship, countless people are looking for refuge with hope, but lies and betrayals are waiting for them. They all become evil without exception, aren't they more miserable than the people in the school?"

"Maybe the teachers and students in these schools all have resentment towards you, but it is undeniable that they will at least not experience greater despair. You have never left this school, you don’t know when the end times come, this world There are countless more tragic things."

"I said that we should look at all living beings from a macro perspective. Depravity is not a bad thing. Depravity itself is not evil. Evil things are always human hearts."

"I'm not going to tell you that what you did is right, but instead of continuing to blame yourself here, maybe we can consider how to bring the world back on track."

Bai Wu's words were loud and loud.

There are more and more mist in Jiang Yimi's eyes~www.NovelMTL.com~ She wants to continue to refute Bai Mist, but she just can't speak.

She wanted to believe that the masked man was still alive, and the reason why she didn't choose to leave here was because she still had such expectations in her heart.

Bai Wu saw through her true inner thoughts. He found paper and pen on the table, and the skills he had learned at Yanjiu before finally became useful.

He picked up the paper and pen, and completed a painting in just a few minutes with an astonishing speed like Yanjiu.

Although there was no coloring and the lines were a bit rough, Jiang Yimi couldn't hold his tears anymore when he saw the painting.

On the drawing paper, a man with a mask squatted on the window edge of the low building, rubbing the head of the little black cat with one hand, and holding a food bag with the words Freshness in the other hand.

The person in the painting appeared abruptly seven hundred years ago.

Seven hundred years later, life seemed to be like the first time he saw him. He returned abruptly without warning.