I have many questions that I want to ask for clarification, but it’s not the right time.
Misaka Mikoto noticed something strange.
There is no light in the building entering from the back door.
The place connected by the back door seems to be the kitchen of this restaurant. Due to fire safety reasons, the kitchen must have an emergency exit.
Although it was close to midnight, a restaurant like this should still be open during business hours, but it was still dark and the lights were turned off. This made Misaka Mikoto feel that something was wrong.
There is no other light source except the green light of the emergency passage which is still on.
"Onee-sama, what should we do next? - Misaka Misaka asked."
"That's right..." Misaka Mikoto walked towards the kitchen door. In this case, it was best to go to a place with people. After all, no matter how arrogant those men in black were, they would not do anything in public.
"Those guys have cars, so even if they run on foot, they will be overtaken quickly. Moreover, at this time, the trams and buses have already passed the last train time, and it is extremely quiet tonight, so there may not be any
taxi."
This reasonable analysis gave the final work an uneasy look.
He looked at Misaka Mikoto with wide eyes and expectancy.
If she was alone, she wouldn't be so embarrassed... Misaka Mikoto thought, but...
I watched the last work that gave me hope.
How can you ignore the request of a guy with such an expression?
"Anyway, let's go to a crowded place first... Those guys don't want to let us know the truth, so they keep chasing us. In other words, they don't seem to cause a commotion, so they just want to go to a crowded place.
If we go to another place, it will be safe... If it causes a massacre, they are putting the cart before the horse."
Misaka Mikoto said this, but the last one showed an uneasy look: "Onee-sama's analysis is not wrong - Misaka Misaka nodded in approval - but with this situation, can that person really be saved? -
—Misaka Misaka feels guilty about her own incompetence.”
"Ah...who knows this...but, what I know now is that if he dies in this place, it will be absolutely impossible to save that guy...So the key now is to protect yourself, and, I think even if
No one wants you to get hurt, right?"
"Well - Misaka Misaka nodded."
"Very good." Misaka Mikoto smiled brightly, stroking the head of the last one with one hand, "Then, let's live like this!"
That's what I say, but there is always a feeling that I am making my own decisions... Misaka Mikoto shook her head and smiled bitterly as she opened the door to the hall.
This side of the door is still empty. The loudspeaker is playing lively music that is completely opposite to the current atmosphere. The air is filled with the aroma of food.
But there is no one.
To be precise, there was no one standing.
There are several customers in the lobby. There are waiters in cute uniforms, support staff who want to take a good rest after a long day of work, and young couples.
It's just that these people are now lying on the ground, powerless and without any injuries.
There was no sign of a conflict in the store. There were knives, forks and chopsticks scattered on the floor. However, these were not dropped because of the conflict, but when the customers fell to the ground.
But no matter who it was, it was impossible for them to fall down for no reason, right? And it was a large number of people. Misaka Mikoto vaguely felt that the appearance of this scene was related to the "world" that Chen Xiaofeng came into contact with.
The kitchen is completely dark, so I don't understand it very well, but it should be the same as here, right?
Although this place meets the condition of "a place with many people", it does not have the premise of "sobriety", so this place is also unqualified.
The purpose of going to crowded places is to get the best eyewitnesses, and these unconscious people are no different from having no witnesses.
Misaka Mikoto stood there blankly.
Why are only these people fainting on the ground for unknown reasons? Why don’t those people in black have anything to do with us? Could it be those people in black who did it? It’s impossible. In that case, wouldn’t it be more convenient to just knock us down?
Misaka Mikoto was completely confused about the situation.
"Anyway, as a last resort, this place is not safe, so we should go outside first..."
However, Misaka Mikoto just said what she said, and in the end, she threw Misaka Mikoto to the ground from behind.
Da da da--
Gunfire rang out.
The glass facing the street instantly turned into debris.
"So fast?" Of course Misaka Mikoto knew who were shooting at the store from the street. The bullet broke the TV in the store, and electricity and sparks came out.
Doesn't it matter if there are ordinary people? Misaka Mikoto thought that her judgment was wrong, but after a few tenths of a second, she learned that these ordinary people were not witnesses, so even if they were killed, she would not know who they were.
Moving hands.
Holding the last work, he hid behind a pillar in the hall. Now the only one protecting Misaka Mikoto and the last work is this cylindrical pillar.
Then, from the two defense lines, the men in black who came to search for the target slowly surrounded them, leaving almost no blind spots.
Slowly, almost without any sound, the surrounding area is slowly shrinking...
…
In this city, some awake people are asleep, while some asleep people are awake.
Chen Xiaofeng slowly opened his eyes, and what appeared before him was a familiar scene.
This is his room - or it used to be his room. Due to Qiong and You's arrival, the owner of this room is no longer Chen Xiaofeng.
Chen Xiaofeng closed his eyes and felt his body.
There is some stiffness, but not enough to prevent movement; there is some pain, but not enough to affect movement.
There is still some numbness on the left shoulder all the way to the waist. Chen Xiaofeng remembers this position as the place where the hero King Gilgamesh cut off his body.
At the end of the battle, Chen Xiaofeng vaguely remembered that Artoria had arrived.
In other words, he was saved.
The sound of chatter came from the living room. The sound insulation effect of the wooden door was very good, so Chen Xiaofeng could not hear the content of their conversation.
But it should be about himself, right? Chen Xiaofeng smiled distressedly. With his injuries and his speed of recovery, I’m afraid he can no longer hide the secret, right?
Chen Xiaofeng slowly sat up from the bed.
In this case...it's better to say such things personally and then try to forgive.