Conquer District 11

There are many questions that I want to ask clearly, but it is not the time.

Misaka Mikoto noticed something strange.

There is no light in the building entered through the back door.

The place where the back door connects seems to be the kitchen of this restaurant. Due to fire safety reasons, emergency passage must be provided in the kitchen.

Although it was close to midnight, such a restaurant should still be in business hours, but it was still pitch black and the lights were turned off, which made Misaka Mikoto feel something was wrong.

Except for the green light of the safe passage, which was still on, there was no other light source.

"Onee-sama, what should we do next? — Misaka Misaka asked."

"That's right..." Misaka Mikoto walked towards the kitchen door. In this case, it's better to go to a place where there are people. After all, no matter how arrogant those men in black are, they won't do anything under the watchful eyes of everyone.

"Those guys have cars, so even if they run with their feet, they will probably be caught up quickly, and at this time, the trams and buses have already passed the time of the last bus, and it is unusually quiet tonight, so there may not be any taxi."

This kind of reasonable analysis made the final work show uneasy eyes.

He stared at Misaka Mikoto expectantly with his eyes wide open.

If I was alone, I wouldn't be in such a mess at all...Misaka Mikoto thought so, but...

I watched the last work that held hope for myself.

How could he ignore the request of a guy with such an expression?

"In short, let's go to crowded places first... Those guys don't want to let us know the truth, so they keep chasing and killing us. That is to say, they don't seem to cause commotion, so as long as we go It’s safe to go somewhere…if it causes massacres, they’re putting the cart before the horse.”

Misaka Mikoto said so, but the last work showed an uneasy look: "My sister's analysis is not wrong-Misaka Misaka nodded in praise-but, in this state, can you really save that person?- —Misaka Misaka blames herself for her own incompetence."

"Ah... Who knows... But, what I know now is that if I die in this place, it is absolutely impossible to save that guy... So the key now is to protect yourself, and, I think even if Who doesn't want you to get hurt?"

"Yes—Misaka Misaka nodded."

"Very good." Misaka Mikoto smiled sassyly, stroking the head of the last work with one hand, "Then, let's live like this!"

That's what I said, but there is always a feeling of self-assertion... Misaka Mikoto shook her head with a wry smile and opened the door leading to the hall.

This side of the door was still empty.Light music that is completely opposite to the current atmosphere is playing on the stereo.The aroma of food filled the air.

But no one.

To be precise, there is no one standing.

There are still several guests in the hall.There are waiters in cute uniforms, supporters who want to take a break after a long day of work, and young couples.

It's just that these people are all on the ground now, powerless and without any scars.

It didn't look like there had been a conflict in the store. There were knives, forks and chopsticks scattered on the ground, but these were not dropped on the ground because of the conflict, but dropped when the customers fell to the ground.

But no matter who it is, it is impossible to fall for no reason, right?And it's a large crowd.Misaka Mikoto vaguely felt that the appearance of this scene was related to the "world" 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 situation as here, right?

Although this place meets the condition of "a place with many people", it does not have the prerequisite of "soberness", so this place is also unqualified.

Going to crowded places is for the sake of witnesses, and these unconscious people are completely indistinguishable from witnesses without witnesses.

Misaka Mikoto stood there dumbfounded.

Why are only these people fainted to the ground for unknown reasons?Why don't those men in black have anything to do with us?Could it be that those men in black did it?Impossible, wouldn't it be more convenient to put us down directly in that case?

Misaka Mikoto didn't understand the situation at all.

"In short, for the last work, this place is not safe, we'd better go outside first..."

However, Misaka Mikoto's words were only half-spoken, and the last work threw Misaka Mikoto to the ground from behind.

Da da da--

Gunshots sounded.

The glass facing the street instantly turned to slag.

"So fast?" Of course Misaka Mikoto knew what kind of guys were shooting at the store from the street.The bullet shattered a television in the store, sending out electricity and sparks.

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 realized that these ordinary people were not witnesses, so even if they were killed, it was unknown who did it.

Holding the last work, he hid behind a pillar in the hall.Now the guardian of Misaka Mikoto and the last work is only this cylindrical pillar.

Then, from the two lines of defense, the men in black who came to search for the target slowly surrounded them, with almost no dead ends.

Slowly, almost without any sound approaching, the surrounding is slowly shrinking...

……

In this city, some awake people fell asleep, while those who fell asleep woke up.

Chen Xiaofeng slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a familiar scene.

This is his room—or it used to be his room. Due to the presence of Qiong and You, the owner of this room is no longer Chen Xiaofeng.

Chen Xiaofeng closed his eyes and felt his body.

Some stiffness, but not immobilized; some pain, but not to the extent that it affects movement.

The left shoulder slanted all the way to the waist, and there was still some numbness. Chen Xiaofeng remembered the position where he was cut off by the hero king Gilgamesh.

At the end of the battle, Chen Xiaofeng vaguely remembered that it was Artoria who arrived.

In other words, saved.

There were rustling conversations in the living room, and the sound insulation effect of the wooden door was very good, so Chen Xiaofeng couldn't hear their conversation.

But it should be about yourself, right?Chen Xiaofeng smiled distressedly. With such an injury and such a speed of recovery, he might not be able to hide that secret any longer, right?

Chen Xiaofeng slowly sat up from the bed.

That being the case... it's better to say something like this and try to forgive.

Chen Xiaofeng walked slowly towards the door.