Inside the building, tears filled the eyes of Keita Iijima [Male No. 2] and fell down his cheeks. Two white marks were drawn on his face stained by dust. Mimura Nobuyoshi and Seto Yutaka [Male No. 12]
I am comforting my friends.
"I..." Keita Iijima raised the fist that Mimura Nobuhi had used to bandage his wound, and wiped his tears with the thin strip of towel wrapped around it.
"I'm so embarrassed. I can't hold my breath and I'm timid." He stopped mid-sentence, as if he wanted to spit out the things that had been accumulated in his heart, and then said: "Until she dies, I...
…I couldn’t help her either.”
Ever since the news of Kamyuko [Girls No. 9]'s death appeared on the six o'clock morning broadcast, this friend of mine had fallen into continuous grief. He kept pounding the hard concrete floor with his fists, and it took a lot of effort to pull him up.
Stop self-mutilation. Although I don’t know where this person died, I am sure it must be somewhere on this island.
"That's something we can't do anything about." Mimura said, "Who can guarantee that she will survive to the end in this game, let alone she is such a weak girl."
Iijima Keita kept his head lowered and continued: "I can't even find Kamyuko, I'm so scared. I can only tell myself in my heart that she will not be so unlucky, and she should be fine. Wait until we are done.
We can go rescue her and leave together when we are ready... I am frantically collecting the materials you need in order to save her! Unexpectedly, the six o'clock broadcast will be..."
Mimura listened quietly. He also hated this rotten game and the government that organized it. Hearing the names that died one after another in the two broadcasts, and witnessing with his own eyes the death of Fujiyoshi Fumiyo by Kitano during the National Day.
Wu killed at will... He almost carried out his revenge plan with the utmost calmness.
Suddenly, Fon raised his head and looked at Nobushi. "I have decided." Iijima said. "Decided for what?" Mimura and Seto Yutaka asked in unison.
Iijima looked straight at Nobushi, with tears in his eyes: "I want revenge. I want to kill Kitano Takeshi and those bastards from the government, even if I die with them! Help me, Mimura, and Seto
."
"But..." "But once you do this, it is equivalent to committing suicide." The two advised that it would be very difficult to escape, let alone take revenge.
"It doesn't matter if I die. There is nothing else I can do for Kamyouko now... Isn't it strange that a fearful person like me would say such a thing?"
"No..." Nobushi Mimura protracted his words slightly and shook his head: "That's not the case."
Mimura looked at his friend's face for a while, then looked up at the forest trees outside the window. How does it feel to like a girl like this? Moreover, the girl that his friend likes is not very outstanding, and it seems that he is not very good.
What an impression...
Mimura faced his friend again: "Can I ask you a question, Iijima? If you think my question is impolite, then I apologize to you first." Iijima's eyes widened: "What?"
"What attracts you to Kamyuko?" Iijima looked at Mimura's face for a while, his face wet with tears, began to put on a small smile, and fell into the beautiful memories: "I don't know how to describe it, but I feel
Shen Yuko is really beautiful." "Beautiful?" Mimura asked, and then hurriedly added: "No, I don't mean that she is not beautiful, ugh..."
Although this girl is not an ugly girl, when it comes to the beauties in the class, the first choice is Souma Mitsuko, a girl who is as dazzling as a succubus. Of course, she is not qualified to hook up with her best friend... and she silently
Chigusa Takako, whom he liked, and Ogawa Sakura and others who were dead... So Mimura was confused about his friend's emotional loss of control.
"She..." Iijima said with a tearful smile: "She is so beautiful when she is sitting on the chair with her chin supported by her hand, she is so beautiful when she is watering the flowers on the classroom balcony, and she is so beautiful when she is happily stroking the leaves.
So beautiful, I lost the baton during the relay race, and the way I cried afterwards was so beautiful..."
Mimura looked at his friend and sighed: "I don't know what to say, but I think Kamyuko is very happy. If she knows that there is someone who likes her so much, she will definitely cry with joy in heaven."
Iijima seemed to be soothed by Mimura's words and fell silent.
But Mimura's heart became colder and colder, and he could no longer bear his hatred for the government that launched this game. "At this point, even if I am lucky enough to escape from this rotten game, I will become a wanted criminal. Then, use the power of other organizations
No matter if you fight alone, in short, even if you are an enemy of the entire country, you will definitely not make things easier for those politicians!"
Such thoughts gradually took shape in Xin Shi's heart. But his friend's words just now wiped away the last trace of hesitation in his heart.
"Because I envy you so much for being able to love a girl like that. So, if you want revenge, I will accompany you." Mimura patted his friend's shoulder.
The corners of Iijima's mouth trembled with excitement: "Really? Are you really willing to take revenge with me?" "Yes. It's true." Mimura stretched his hand to the shoulder of another friend, Seto Yutaka, and faced the two of them.
Said: "However, we must try to escape from here now. Find more like-minded partners, kill Kitano Takeshi together, and overthrow this brutal government!"
"You can join us." Kazuyo Sorayama's hoarse voice appeared at the door. His figure blocked the sunlight, so that the three people in the room could only see a tall and slender shadow. "Nobuhi Mimura, I have been looking for you for a long time."
"Who!" Mimura pulled out the Beretta M92F pistol, held the thick handle of the gun with both hands, and pointed it at the figure at the door. He was sure that no one in the class had this voice. So, where did this person come from?
? Government? What does it mean to join them? What if not...
Mimura's mind was much faster than his movements. Before he could hold the pistol, he had already gone through countless thoughts. However, the two partners, Keita Iijima and Yutaka Seto, were much slower and had not made any reaction until now.
Kazuha Sorayama was too lazy to explain in this situation. His purpose had always been very clear to detect and eliminate threats in advance. In Mimura's sight, the body of the man at the door suddenly swayed in place, very much like he was about to cross over in a basketball game.
The opposing ball carrier.
As a basketball master, Mimura pulled the trigger without hesitation. The huge recoil of the large pistol made him unable to help but raise his wrist.
Where is the person? Mimura was shocked! His eyes searched quickly, but before he could find the figure, a cold blade, from back to front, was already attached to the aorta on the left side of his neck.
Mimura couldn't help but froze, not daring to move. At this moment, with a light move of his hand, the opponent took off the pistol.