Blue Files, there are 100 days left until Mr. disappears

The gentleman growled, clutching his hair with his fingers in pain.

But he did not escape and could not escape.

Since his arrival in Kivotos, he has lost anyone who could guide him.

Only the children are left who need his guidance.

Therefore, since no one can judge him anymore,

He can only judge himself.

(You take advantage of their respect for authority and trust in you, and by giving a little benefit, you can gain all their affection)

"no!!"

He shouted almost uncontrollably,

"I have given my life away, and I don't ask them for anything in return!"

(You know, that's a lie, right?)

(Don’t deceive yourself)

(You have studied educational psychology, and you understand what kind of emotional entanglements they will get into if they are allowed to be emotionally dependent)

(Life is worthless to you, you just enjoy their admiring eyes and this wonderful feeling that can never, never touch your heart)

(This feeling makes you unable to extricate yourself, unable to escape, so much so that you clearly have feelings for them in your heart, but you turn a blind eye with adult lies and high-sounding excuses)

(You could obviously predict Sand Wolf Baizi’s actions, but you let her go.)

(Am I right!?)

(You twisted, despicable person should be chopped into pieces with thousands of knives)

(Refined, copper, addiction)

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The frantic man punched and the bathroom glass shattered.

Cold fragments embedded in his fingers, and blood flowed from the gaps in the mirror fragments.

The gentleman's eyes gradually became calm and scary.

"That was a mistake, and I won't make it again."

"I can't do it again."

"I am their teacher."

"It can only be their teacher."

Chapter 005: Day 096·Wedge

wedge

"interesting"

In a remote street that was no longer deserted, there seemed to be a deeper shadow cutting through the air in the darkness.

A faint laugh came out through the only window in a certain airtight building.

It was a narrow stone room, no bigger than the bathroom in the student dormitory.

Except for a low stone bed on the wall facing the window, there was nothing inside.

Anyone who sees this place would be horrified.

“Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun”

On the stone bed, a pile of tattered blankets moved, and then a haggard body sat up.

Every inch of his skin was covered with cracks and pitch-black fragments, and in his sunken eyes, there was a white light that seemed to be burning.

If it weren't for the tattered suit on his body, no one would be able to see from this 'body',

Connect him with the previous high-dimensional observer who traversed Kivotos, the 'black suit'.

"What's the point of this act that's close to self-exile?"

Another observer, 'Master', asked in an incomprehensible tone:

"After the war, no one held you accountable, not even that gentleman."

Hearing what the other party said, the black suit stood up slowly.

He stared at the other person and spoke hoarsely. It seemed that he had not spoken for too long, and his voice became strange and stiff:

"Meaning? Mastro, I think you may have made a mistake."

The black suit leaned against the dirty stone wall. Although the body was withered, it still showed a certain transparency that was under control.

He laughed twice contemptuously,

"Soon, even the word 'meaning' will no longer exist."

'Master' didn't care about his attitude and just continued to ask:

"Since you said so, are you willing to reveal to me what you see in your eyes?"

"It's simple."

The black suit slowly moved out of bed and turned his head.

His eyes looked outside the window at the starry sky of Kivotos.

"Astrology is one of the sources of mysterious research. Through it, I can easily understand the fate of Kivotos in the future."

Having said this, the black suit seemed to sigh a little and shook his head.

"We seem to have been studying mysticism for too long and have forgotten the most basic things, which may be the things closest to the essence."

The master interrupted him:

"Criticizing previous research can be done later. You might as well say what you saw."

The fingers in black clothes brushed the corner of his lips, and his smile became a little sharp,

"Those 'students' we once regarded as experimental subjects, they seem to have begun to really grow."

"Unexpected, really unexpected,"

"I didn't expect that the existence named 'Sir' was on the verge of disappearing, so it could cause such a huge change in their mystery."

The master looked at him quietly.

The black suit paused for a few seconds and looked at the sky with eyes that became fanatical and full of expectation:

"The side that represents the messenger from heaven has the most powerful and shining lone star."

"Once upon a time, because this lone star was not well guided, even if it had great power, it was just like a primitive orangutan wielding a stick, unable to pose any threat."

"But now, the fate of this lone star has begun to change."

"It began to mutate and merge. It was a lone star that could never join forces with other stars. It actually had the power to occupy the entire sky."

In the words of the black suit, he unabashedly expressed his admiration for this lone star.

But then he turned his eyes and looked to the other side of the sky,

"However, there seems to be some kind of problem with the star that governs the demons."

"The star that rules the demons has always been the most powerful existence in the entire sky,"

"But now, its light flickers on and off,"

"This proves that the person who belongs to this star has doubts about the future path."

In the dark and narrow prison, the master looked at the person in front of him quietly.

The black-clothed man continued to talk to himself:

"One side is strong, the other is weak,

When the power of two stars approaches balance, it is time for them to compete. "

Speaking of this, the man in black clothes let out a sinister laugh.

"At this point, don't you understand, Mastro?"

"Circumstances that we cannot predict, students that we cannot manipulate, have arisen."

"And that will bring us, the researchers, tremendous gains—"

The joking smile on the black suit's face reached its extreme,

"A study that unravels all research,"

"An art that transcends all arts,"

"and also……"

The black suit laughed out loud. There was no joy or happiness in the laughter, only ridicule of the fixed fate that could not be changed.

"A war to end all wars."

Chapter 005: Day 096·Late Night·Trinity College Military Prison

Late Night·Trinity College Military Prison

The low wind roared, and the French bell of the Holy Trinity College Cathedral struck eleven o'clock in the middle of the night.

The lights in the dormitories of Holy Trinity College gradually dimmed.

As night fell, Mr. was led deep into the academy by two nuns.

Although it was early summer, the temperature in the military prison was still unusually low.

The cold at night is no less severe than in late winter.

There were blazing fires burning in the surrounding braziers, and the gargoyle standing above the prison seemed to be a statue carved from ice-like steel.

When he walked into the door and passed through layers of dark stone walls, he felt a damp, cold air with a rotten smell blowing into his face.

He simply couldn't imagine that such a building existed deep inside Holy Trinity College.

"Even if you are Mr. Chalais, you only have two and ten minutes."

the nuns warned coldly.

The gentleman's heart could not help but tighten slightly. He did not light a lamp, but only relied on his feeling to feel towards the deepest cell.

Going around the pile of debris blocking the way, he saw a small ventilation hole on the door of the cell.

I don't know what kind of light it is, shining through the palm-sized hole.

A faint spot of light fell on a lock of silver-white hair.

His pupils shrank suddenly.

"Open the door for me."

The low roar startled the leading nun.

She shook her head, then stepped forward, took out the key, and opened the iron door.

Not caring about maintaining his manners, the gentleman walked in quickly.

There is a dirty blanket spread in the corner,

Bai Zhouzi, who was covered in bruises and bruises, was lying on his side.

Xiajiang Xiaochun was behind her, hugging her tightly.

……

"First... sir!"

Seeing the figure of his husband, Xiajiang Xiaochun's tired eyes immediately lit up with hope.

"Stop talking, Xiaochun."

The gentleman bit his lower lip tightly, and a trace of blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.