Kokugensou wo Item Cheat de Ikinuku

"Heh, no more!

Along with the scream of Mizuki Sensei holding the handle, Gashern and the metal slammed each other, so much that the glass sounded disgusting that the body of the car would be rolled over as it was, that it floated and then slammed to the ground.

At the same time, I was beaten to the floor many times after the floating sensation in the meantime, and the pain struck me like a bone rubbing. When I struck him, I shrugged my knee.

"I don't..."

But it hurts because he's still alive.

Whether or not I could break through, it was close to dangerous, looking at the view of the running bus that kept hitting the public highway, I was out of my mind.

It was a collision, and I was fortunate there wasn't an explosion. Regardless of the big bus, the body of the car would not have been tolerated by the microbus.

If I could tell it was okay, I'd have enough room to regret that Microbus didn't see the scene of flashy bouncing cars.

Humans are cash.

"Sado knows everything."

Rin and a clear voice echoed from behind, and I was a little surprised that I was losing my mind.

The guy from the shadow painting walked this way and called out.

This always-floating, beautiful girl responds to worries when people talk to her, but does not first mean that she communicates from herself.

I've never seen you talk to people before, of course I've never been able to talk to them before.

I've been observing her from far away seats, so I know that.

Even such a shadowy beautiful girl is excited about this situation and has she spoken with it?

"No, I don't know anything..."

Just what I know, swallowing the words after, I didn't mean to, but it's a famous Lanobe classic line.

You only found out about the geek Machida I was listening to nearby, he's smiling delightfully thin.

Ha, you said something boring.

Apparently, there's no such thing as a zombie movie, with a runaway car full of roads.

I still sat in a seat as far away from everyone as I could when I told Dr. Mizuki to escape on the biggest possible path.

Next to it, the shadow painting sits in chase as it is.

Why, only today, you're so aggressive, it's close.

It was felt that Sasaki from the football club stared at Giro and this way. Because their group liked shadow paintings of beautiful girls and they were often involved. Something like me must be uncomfortable when I get close to her.

Normally I'd be in trouble, so I'd avoid it, but I don't care about the school air.

The shadow painting is from the beginning, a woman who ignores any such air.

He whispers in a low voice as he leans against me and squeals his tiny lips closer to his ear.

"So you know who the killer is, too?

"I'm not a detective, so I don't know that far"

My sense of companionship in the past, the ease with which I was able to escape into the safe zone, led me to respond unexpectedly.

Honestly it was dodgy, this is how it sucks to just talk to a classmate nearby, you don't even know if I'm in love.

Wait, not if you're happy. Is this development suspected of me being the killer?

In the first place, I don't even think there's a killer in a case like this, but there's no suspicious pharmaceutical company near here.

Did you deduce that Shadow Painting knew me well because I was the killer?

Even though it's not a western bow, it's more suspicious that Machida has excellence in handling competitive western bows (recurve bows). That guy is obviously one of the suspects.

"Well, let me tell you who the killer is."

"If you know, I'd like you to tell me."

"The killer is me."

"Really?"

To the unexpected answer, I am stunned by the beauty of my eyes, which I accidentally peered into.

The facial shape of the small build is neat, but the color of her eyes is dark. That's why I have the fear of dragging people beautifully to the bottom of the well.

I noticed that I hadn't looked closely into her eyes, even though I had always looked at the side of her that was beautiful.

Weird expression, but her beauty is horror. It smells like death.

"Even so, I still wonder if you'd believe me"

"Not necessarily."

"Really?" she said, sparkling a small glow behind her eyes.

Something, I feel like I'm being dragged down into something that's not good. Still, I accidentally gave it back "really".

"This is what caused it."

"Beeballs?"

The shadow painting made me hoist the glass balls. Transparent, but with something like red and black smoke swirling inside.

It just looks like a kid's toy.

"Not Beeballs, but" Wish Jewels (Orbs) ". It only fulfills one wish that I feel strong from the bottom of my heart."

"Hmm."

When she does it, she peeks into my eyes with her black-eyed, flirtatious eyes.

When I saw it, I was thrilled and suddenly chilled.

As I looked into the eyes of the shadow painting, I became slightly calm.

I don't know, but I guess it's because I thought it was serious. What the shadow painting was saying was quite important and was felt to contain the truth.

"I knew you couldn't believe it?

"No, I believe you."

Too, it stinks of lies. It's a story with no basis or shit, but that's why I was believed.

Because it came out of the mouth of the shadow.

She is totally fascinated by the jewels (orbs). I believe in that tone.

And I was fascinated by her voice telling me that.

Believing is intuition.

Later, reason gives it a reason.

It's absurd that zombies occur. Because the cause of its occurrence is as absurd as it sounds.

At least I don't have the ingredients to deny the absurdity that the shadow painting presents is a lie.

This occasion seemed better to assume that it was correct.

"Talk to me yourself. What, but I didn't think Sado-kun would believe me"

"That's fine, tell me. Where did you get such a jewel?"

"My friend had it, my only friend gave it to me."

"What happened to that friend?"

"Just after you gave me the jewels, they disappeared."

"Disappeared..."

That's a shame.

Is it gone? What did the friend wish for that 'Jewel of Wishes (Orb)'?

"So I'm going to give you the treasure, because I'm already dead."

"Why are you dying?"

I cared more about you than talking about giving me such a beeball.

He said he had escaped to a safe place because of it.

When he looked at my complexion, the shadow grinned.

Shadow paintings are usually faceless or look like they endure bitterness.

It's been a long time since I've had a human emotion on my lukewarm white cheek. It seemed like fun.

"You worry about me, you're sweet."

"No, you'd normally worry"

With that said, I thought this was a deception because I'm not normal and not anyone worries.

It's a shadow painting, so I'm worried. I don't seem to worry about it as a beautiful viewing piece that just stares sideways every once in a while during class.

I've talked to him intimately in this situation, so he's no longer someone else in red, so maybe that's what it seems like.

So, while I'm at it, it's simple. I can't help but laugh bitterly at my chorusiness, thinking I'm lonely from time to time.

"Sado-kun is just like me, so you give him the jewels. I knew it before I talked to you, but I talked to you and I figured it out."

"No, I'm not sure what you mean."

What happened to the story when he died?

For her, it seems more important to give me a beeball.

In the first place, it's the same thing. If that means we were supposed to have zombies, it feels like Machida was working out more measures.

I was just running around with everybody, and I didn't actually do anything about it.

"Takeru Sado would be a lonely person with me. I know because I've been watching you."

"You're saying the same thing, in that sense"

I was secretly admired. The joy of being spoken to by a beautiful girl also blew up somewhere and I felt uncomfortable on the way.

If a beautiful girl told me that she'd been watching it or that it was the same, I'd probably be happy if it was normal.

But I felt so bad that I wanted to spit on the spot. The same?

A cute woman like you, flattered by everyone, talks about loneliness.

Sure, there are places where shadow paintings rejected people, but they were always surrounded by people and wouldn't have refused to go out with them.

I don't want to be with a half-way woman like that.

Speaking of loneliness with those beautiful little lips, I felt like the thought that I was the only lonely one had been tarnished.

Rationally, I knew that was thoughtful, but I still wanted to say that my solitude was different from that of people. I'm special.

Thus side by side, people rejoice if they say it's the same. A little good-looking man tells me he knows what it's like to be you, and I go colo. Girls will be.

I've read psychology books, too, so I know.

But I'm not. If they say it's the same, I feel like I've been fooled. I feel like my precious heart has been defiled.

You didn't know that, but you could have said the same thing.

There are good things to say and bad things to say about how beautiful a girl she is. And this is, worst of all, the worst.

I can't believe I know about you, it's the last line anyone else wants to tell me.

My heart chilled instead of getting hot at the discomfort and anger that crept up from the back of my throat.

"That's what's going on with us"

"What!

Still say it or this guy, I think.

Even I get angry when I get angry.

"Where they say we're together and we get upset. You would have felt fooled. No one knows how I feel. I thought I was different from people. That kind of solitary place looks just like it."

"Oh...... Can the jewel (orb) even be read in a person's mind?"

I was drained of poison in an instant.

The only way to get this far is to snort. Who are you?

"I don't know, I don't think I have that power. But I've been watching you for a really long time. I don't have any more friends in this world, and if I were to give this to you, I always thought you were Sado-kun. We don't have much time."

"Even if they say so."

I receive a jewel (orb) so I can be pressed.

At that time, I thought it was a girl's hand, with soft hands touching it only for a moment as a sneak.

I see a jewel (orb) but it really just looks like a beeball.

I find it ridiculous to make a wish on something like this, and I also feel like this is the kind of knob that causes a big case of out of common sense and out of common sense.

A jewel to make your wish come true. If it were true, it would be the object of taking away from each other.

Is that why you're in the shape of a bead that rolls there like this? Like empowering only those who believed.

"Truth is, I wish I had died alone"

Usually a shadow painting with a small mouth count makes me horrible because it tells that to rap.

I'm not lying, I'm telling you I should die.

I've always regretted this time.

How did the shadow painting, wanted to die, and for what reason? If I could ask, this was the only moment.

I don't think I can do anything about it, but I wanted to know at least.

The shadow continues to rap even more to me in silence. He even looks happy that he finally has what he needs before he dies.

"For one thing, this happened because I wished the world had disappeared, not me. I'm sorry this happened because I'm a selfish, shitty person."

"You don't have to apologize to me."

How many people died just because a zombie came out of school.

The way that happened, obviously, depended on killing. It was a way of surrounding a feeling of intense malice. I was involved, too, and there was a good chance he was dead.

But I don't want to curse the shadow painting as "How dare you?"

That doesn't mean you don't believe her story, which is absurd.

I give priority to the girl I'm talking to right in front of me over the hundreds and thousands of people in the school I've never spoken to.

If it was an accident, I don't think I can help what's dead. It's not like the shadow painting did it for you, 'The Wishing Gem (Orb)' whatever, there's going to be a trap. While I'm fulfilling my wish, I'm going to interpret it as maliciously as possible, and it's going to come to a terrible eye or something.

It's not like the shadow painting is bad. After thinking about it, I realized I was unconsciously defending a shadow painting.

Previous developments have been common template zombie things. That's why I know the flow, and I managed to avoid it well. Then I can also say that the shadow painting simply wished for the ruin of the world, keeping the zombie image of the creation intact.

That's nothing but pure malice.

But I can't blame the shadow painting. On the contrary, I had managed to hide that she was the cause.

Maybe the shadow painting is right.

I'm like her. I was enjoying that mess of death, watching people get eaten, and I felt alive for the first time in a long time. I was excited about the spraying blood.

Like an audience that admires zombie things, they were kept cold because they were happy to see their boring routines smash.

If the shadow painting is abnormal, I'm not decent either.

"But Sado-kun did something about it, he helped me out, and it was cool."

That's what the girl, the game master, said, causing this tragedy, smiling on her cheeks that seemed fortunate.

I didn't help you, I was just trying to help myself. I was ashamed to be told it was cool, and I wanted to correct it that way, but I stopped.

"If it helped you, you wouldn't have to die."

"No, you can't kill me so much because of me, you can't live"

"The shadow painting is dead, it won't bring the dead back to life"

I was freaked out by the words that came out of my mouth.

What a moonlight thing to say at a time like this.

If you don't want her to disappear, you can say so.

Why can't I honestly say that?

Shadow paintings just smile vaguely when you hear my words off target.

When it was a word I couldn't reach, I knew best what I had spoken.

"Anyway, don't tell me you're gonna die. I guess the case is over by now. If so."

That's when I heard a loud tandem rotor windshield and I looked out the bus window.

A formation of militia helicopters heads to a school that would be overflowing with zombies.

Finally, the militia apparently moved out of a nearby garrison.

I thought it was too late, but given the process of requesting dispatch, I guess the action is rather swift.

If the militia moves, the case converges. It's all over, I was so optimistic.

Dr. Mizuki's bus follows police evacuation guidance to a nearby central hospital.