"I only remember that after you fell unconscious, we met Ichinose from Class C and Ryuen from Class B..."

"And then there's the so-called Black Ball Trial."

"The Black Ball Trial? Is that the one I'm thinking of?" Hirata asked.

"Yes, I took some photos. I'll send them to you so you can compare them yourself."

In order to verify the memory, and also to appease Hirata.

Kiyotaka Ayanokoji took out his phone and opened the photo album.

Although his memory was hazy, he vaguely remembered that he was in a chemistry lab preparing for some kind of crisis.

then.

When he flipped through the photo album and saw the latest photo...

Kiyotaka Ayanokoji's perpetually poker face finally began to change.

The photo was taken in a chemistry lab.

The composition is very simple.

The old experimental equipment, the somewhat messy tables and chairs, and in the center, a prepared Molotov cocktail.

...Molotov cocktails?

Kiyotaka Ayanokouji's pupils contracted as he instantly sensed something amiss.

'I remember, I made this to defend against zombies.'

'but......'

'Where exactly did I use this Molotov cocktail?'

'Zombies? No, if they were zombies, why don't I have any recollection of them?'

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'so.'

'My memories have been altered?'

Kiyotaka Ayanokoji stared silently at his phone screen.

Combined with the sense of unease we felt on the rooftop earlier.

His memory has probably been altered more than once.

'That really was an unpleasant experience.'

As someone who is accustomed to being an observer, one will also be seen through by those who are insightful, and the feeling of being powerless to do anything about it will naturally cause instinctive frustration.

But compared to anger, he was more curious at this moment.

Have to admit.

What this school hides seems to be much deeper than the White House.

So, was coming here to experience "ordinary life" a mistake?

This is a question whose answer can be obtained without thinking.

After all, he chose to enter this school in the first place in order to seek something.

However, he did not intend to take immediate action.

Since we cannot resist this force for the time being, the best course of action is to gather intelligence and plan carefully before taking any action.

Let's observe first.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Ayanokouji regained his composure.

He swiped the screen and handed the summary of the information he had taken about Ichinose to Hirata Yosuke beside him.

Hirata Yosuke took the phone, glanced at it briefly, and couldn't help but smile wryly.

"really."

"Was my arm able to recover... because of the 'exam ending,' a reward for the survivors?"

Kiyotaka Ayanokouji didn't respond. He simply put away his phone, looked at this key figure from Class D, and calmly asked:

What are your plans next?

"Should we go to the teacher, or report it to the school?"

Yosuke Hirata shook his head, his eyes unfathomable.

"It's no use, Ayanokouji-kun."

“Since an exam of this scale can be conducted openly in a school, and even the teaching building has been requisitioned.”

"This shows that the school itself was aware of the situation, or even an accomplice."

"Going to the teacher now will only result in being given a perfunctory response or a warning; it will be pointless."

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