"Professor Moriarty" was not surprised by her wish. He raised his hand and pressed the button on the table.
Then he said politely, as if he was calling it a day after work, "Well, see you later."
Suzuki Sonoko hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but ask "Moriarty" opposite: "Are you a human?"
Jiang Xia was startled.
Before he could figure out whether Suzuki Sonoko was cursing someone or just saying a question, the game process was over, and the consciousnesses of several high school students who were brought in to play quickly left and returned to their respective bodies.
In the empty office, Jiang Xia: "..."
...It should be a question.
Anyway, Jiang Xia is Jiang Xia, and "Moriarty" is "Moriarty". It's not a big problem. He shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and quickly returned to his body.
…
A few seconds later, Jiang Xia opened her eyes on the bed.
He yawned and wanted to turn over to catch up on his sleep.
However, when his eyes accidentally glanced at Noah, Jiang Xia was startled and slowly sat up: "...What's the matter with you?"
——Originally, Noah looked like a crystal ball.
However, at this time, there were traces of impurities in this ghost ball. It was like mist that could not be melted was sealed in the water.
Noah looked down at himself and was also surprised.
After a moment, it carefully felt its physical condition and hesitated: "It seems to be the murderous aura after using it."
——As a ghost, when running a "game", its fuel is of course all kinds of murderous aura.
Maybe because I ate too much at one time, the murderous aura changed in some strange way, accumulated in the body, and turned into this kind of white mist.
…
It was the first time Jiang Xia saw such a strange thing.
He stared at Noah and pondered for a moment, grabbed the ghost, rubbed and rubbed it, trying to get those white mist-like things out of Noah's body - anyway, clean up the ghost first.
After rubbing for a few minutes, when Noah was rubbed into mosquito-repellent eyes, Jiang Xia finally stopped and looked at his hands.
——Although it was not completely cleaned, he pulled out a wisp of "white mist".
After leaving Noah's body, the "mist" did not disappear, but lay quietly in Jiang Xia's hands.
The soft appearance of the strands was exactly the same as the murderous aura, only the color was completely different.
Jiang Xia: "..." Theoretically speaking, this seems to be the product of murderous aura running through it, and should be of little value.
However, they look too much like murderous aura...
Jiang Xia struggled for a while, and finally couldn't help but leaned out, fumbled from the bedside table, and found a box of ghost mints that had not yet been implicated in murderous intent.
He tore open the sealed package and tentatively brought the few wisps of "white mist" closer.
The next second, the mist quickly entered the cigarette case like murderous aura and blended into the ghost mint.
The ghosts gathered next to Jiang Xia, looking up at this scene curiously.
…
Filled by the strange "white mist", there were only two cigarettes.
Jiang Xia took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully, then got closer and smelled it, but found nothing unusual.
So he decided to practice and gain true knowledge. He glanced at the ghosts gathered in a circle and asked, "Try clicking on it?"
...Anyway, the "white mist" is just the product of the murderous aura. No matter how it changes, its properties should be similar. At most, it feels choking after you light it, and you can just extinguish it when the time comes.
Thinking like this, Jiang Xia touched the lighter and lit the cigarette with a click.
The moment the fire ignited, a vortex seemed to appear out of thin air. The foggy dog was floating nearby and watching. At this time, it was caught off guard and was swept over. It flapped its wings and hit the smoke.
Jiang Xia was startled, then quickly stretched out his hand and pulled Gui aside.
The foggy dog flapped its wings in fear. Jiang Xia carried it like a chicken, looked around, and then breathed a sigh of relief - except for being a little frightened and looking a little weak, there was nothing wrong with it.
…
However, on the other side of the collision, there seemed to be some changes.
Jiang Xia lowered his head and looked at the burning cigarette in his hand.
I originally wanted to put out this strange cigarette.
But before taking action, Jiang Xia's eyes suddenly paused.
At some point, the appearance of that cigarette changed.
——Originally, it looked like just an ordinary handmade cigarette, with white paper rolls from beginning to end.
But now, the color of the smoke has turned into black. There are some light gold lines on the cigarette butt, and a few strokes outline a pair of closed wings.
"..."
Jiang Xia stared at the suddenly handsome cigarette, looking at it intently for a second, two seconds...
After a while, he calmly put the cigarette to his mouth and took a puff curiously.
Then he choked on the weird smell: "Cough cough cough——"
Compared with the lighter plant aroma before, the smoke at this time is like lighting a handful of feathers, with a strong smell, like smelling a campfire up close.
Jiang Xia frowned and put his cigarette in the ashtray next to him, about to drink some water.
But as soon as I stood up, I suddenly felt a weight on my back, as if there was something heavy.
Almost at the same time, the ghosts' shocked murmurs came from the side.
Jiang Xia: "..."
Jiang Xia: "?"
He froze on the spot for a moment and turned his head silently.
A pair of dark wings came into view. As Jiang Xia turned around, her wings flapped in shock.
While flapping, Jiang Xia felt her body light up and lifted off the ground for a brief moment.
"...???" Jiang Xia turned back, pinched her wings, and pulled them in front of her eyes to take a closer look, "What is this?!"
The foggy dog stared at him blankly, then looked back behind him, and flapped his wings in confusion: its wings were still there.
Matsuda held his chin up and looked at the strange cigarette, and then at Jiang Xia's wings.
After thinking for a moment, it floated to the ashtray. Before the cigarette was completely extinguished, he held it and took a puff, then turned his head and looked behind him.
Two shikigami suddenly flew out from the direction where Jiang Xia was, clattered behind Matsuda Jinpei, twisted and melted into the shape of wings.
Matsuda Jinpei's eyes lit up, he slapped it, and it flew up leisurely.
Then, after flying half a meter, he was caught by Jiang Xia.
"..." Jiang Xia held this new ghost that was brave enough to try, looked at it for a moment, and vaguely understood something.
He threw the ghost to the side, touched his wings with his backhand, pressed the base of the wings, and tapped the surface of the wings repeatedly, realizing the problem.
——It's not that he grew wings, but that the puppet clay naturally formed this kind of thing after inhaling those murderous auras.
Moreover, unlike the things he made out of puppet clay on his own initiative - the wings Jiang Xia made by himself in the past, apart from being beautiful, had no flying effect at all.
But now the "wings" have the flying characteristics of the foggy dog.
