Shirou's clones number 30 million

“That’s what I think too,” Yuri Tensho echoed.

"What do you mean by ruthless? This is rationality." Shirou Shiro retorted without hesitation, "When facing a devil who eats people without spitting out the bones, one must be even more ruthless than the devil, otherwise one will only become her meal."

Chapter 575 Who am I?

Chapter 575 Who am I? (Section 576)

who am I?

It may seem absurd, but for Ryoko Otonashi, it is a crucial and extremely serious question.

She has no memory of the past since she opened her eyes. If it weren't for the fact that she has a lot of common sense and knowledge in her mind, she would probably be a toddler who can't take care of herself.

The notebook in his arms contained some of his own stories.

The first page reads: "My name is Ryoko Otonashi. I don't know when it started, but I lose my memory every now and then, so I have to write down my daily experiences in a notebook."

After that, he wrote densely packed text.

Some were complaints, some were lamentations, some were resentment... all sorts of emotions were recorded in the notebook.

Therefore, without much thought, she directly believed the contents of the notebook.

My name is Ryoko Otonashi, and I lose my memory every so often...

However, in the evening, after accidentally stumbling upon a murder scene and being chased, he inadvertently entered a sushi restaurant.

In a private room on the second floor, she suddenly received a book from a boy her age.

Although I don't know the other person's name or why they harbor such strong hostility towards me, the book is innocent.

Or rather, because she has no memory of her own and can only learn about the past from her notebook, she has a great fondness for books.

Surprised and bewildered by the sudden return, she sat on the bed and looked at the book she had just received.

Light novels?

For some reason, this word suddenly popped into my head.

There is also a character named Ryoko Otonashi in the novel, but she has red hair and red eyes, and a childhood friend she loves very much, who is completely different from herself.

Because it was only a prequel novel, it wasn't very long, and coupled with her amazing reading speed, she quickly flipped to the end.

"Enoshima Shield..."

This is the second time I've heard this name. The first time I heard it was in a private room at a sushi restaurant.

The boy who harbored hostility towards her concluded that she was Junko Enoshima.

Ryoko Otonashi unconsciously put down her book, stood in front of the dressing mirror, and stared directly at herself in the mirror.

With long black hair and black eyes, she is completely different from the Enoshima Junko described in the book.

If I were really Junko Enoshima, I could dye my hair, but I probably couldn't change the color of my eyes, right?

He stretched out his right hand and gently touched his eyes.

"These aren't colored contact lenses or anything like that. I'm sure these are my own eyes."

"According to the notes, I should be Ryoko Otonashi."

"But according to the novel, I am Enoshima Junko after losing my memory, and I am also a tool that she deliberately created."

"Whom should I believe? Or rather, who am I?"

Ryoko Otonashi stared intently at her reflection in the mirror, her heart filled with distress.

After hesitating for a long time, she picked up the notebook again and carefully flipped through it.

Although I've seen it many times, seeing it again still makes me feel saddened by the emotions left on each page.

"what……?"

Then, she suddenly noticed a record on a certain page in the middle.

I have someone I like, and I hope to see him every day.

He was two years ahead of me, and running into him on campus every day was the happiest thing for me.

I don't know why, but when I came to my senses, I suddenly followed the senior and left the school.

...

...

I'm so happy! I finally know where my senior lives (map attached).

My senior's house is so big...

There was a time in my life when I became a stalker, and I can't even imagine what I was like like that.

The last time she saw this, she still had the same thought in her mind.

However, at this moment, a guess suddenly occurred to her.

If I were Enoshima Junko, and there was only this one map in the entire notebook, could it be hinting at my past?

At that moment, she started flipping through her notes again.

"Even the location of the school is only briefly described in a few words, but this senior's house is shown in detail with a map. Something doesn't seem right."

"It's like it's guiding me back to the past."

Realizing this, she grabbed her wallet and notebook and went out again.

Following the map, we soon arrived at our destination.

Mustering my courage, I pressed the doorbell.

Soon, a middle-aged butler approached, stood behind the wrought iron gate, and hesitated before speaking:

"Ms. Enoshima, please leave. You are not welcome here."

“I am not Junko Enoshima, I am Ryoko Otonashi.”

“Miss Enoshima, the young master has repeatedly emphasized that you absolutely cannot be allowed to enter. I am truly sorry, please leave.”

Judging from his tone, the young master he was referring to was clearly someone who disliked him.

At that moment, the image of the person who gave her the light novel involuntarily came to mind.

He seems to loathe himself. Could it be that at some point in his life, he was the one he liked?

Of course, this inference is based on the premise that he is really Ryoko Otonashi, and not Junko Enoshima.

If I am Enoshima Junko, then it means that all the records in the notebook are fabrications made up by my pre-amnesia self.

This also means that the content of the light novel is true, and that he is actually a person with an extremely bad personality. It's only natural that he hates himself.

"Um, I'm here to return a book. This book was lent to me by a senior."

"This... I'm very sorry, please leave."

The middle-aged butler hesitated for a few seconds before refusing again, his attitude firm and his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Ryoko Otonashi wanted to turn around and leave, but the confusion and entanglement in her heart made it difficult for her to move her feet.

After hesitating for a long time, I slowly walked to the side wall.

"Then... I'll wait outside for you to come back, senior."

……

Around 7 p.m., Shirasawa Nobuhiko was sitting in his car when he passed by his own house and suddenly saw Otonashi Ryoko standing outside waiting for someone.

"Stop the car! Go over and ask her who she's waiting for!"

"Yes, sir."

As soon as the driver got out of the car, the middle-aged butler from inside the wrought iron gate ran out, leaned close to Shirazawa Nobuhiko, and whispered:

“Master, she is Enoshima Junko. The young master forbids her from entering our house.”

"Enoshima Junko? I remember now, the name on Shirou's door? Isn't this ridiculous?"

“This… Master, I heard from the young master that she followed him multiple times and even sneaked into his room to take some of his personal belongings.”

"What did you take? Underwear?"

Bai Zexin frowned slightly, and after a long while, sighed:

"Forget it, let's call Shirou. It's really not appropriate for us parents to get involved in this kind of thing. Besides, I can't discipline him anymore."

The middle-aged butler ignored the second half of his sentence and nodded repeatedly:

"Yes, I have already contacted the young master. He said: Let her just wait like that, she will leave naturally in time."

"It seems I need to find an opportunity to have a serious talk with Shirou."

Bai Zexin paused, then sighed:

“It’s not appropriate to leave her standing there like that. Call Shirou and tell him to come back soon.”

"Yes."

Chapter 576 Hitting the Weak Point

Chapter 577 (576) hits right where it hurts.

Around 8 PM, in Bai Ze's living room.

"I won't ask you about the details of the previous dinner, but you must explain this matter clearly."

With an unusually serious expression, Bai Zexin said very earnestly:

"What exactly happened with that girl?"

"If it's a conflict between lovers, resolve it quickly and don't drag it out. If it's a stalker, call the police without hesitation or any sympathy."

"It's not that complicated," Shirou Shiro said hesitantly. "To be honest, he's just someone I dislike."

"She's so beautiful?"

"Uh... good looks aren't everything."