I created a foundation

Yumiko Miura felt a little scared when she looked at her, but she still held on and refused to look away.

She didn't believe that Yukinoshita Yukino, this lonely woman who, in her opinion, was useless except for her good grades and good looks, could do anything to her.

At Sobu High School, she, Yumiko Miura, is the real queen.

One call and a hundred responses.

No one dares to mess with him.

However, today, she smelled a hint of danger from Yukino that was completely different from before.

It wasn't the coldness of ordinary verbal exchanges, but a deeper, more substantial... chill.

There was no ripple in Yukino's mind.

Yumiko Miura appears to be aggressive but is actually weak at the moment.

Yuigahama Yui's fear was evident in her words.

None of this mattered to what she was about to do.

Lin Qing once said that when dealing with certain groups of people, language is the most ineffective tool.

effectiveness.

This is the only criterion for solving the problem.

The foundation's doctrine also emphasizes.

Any delay in facing "abnormal" events that may endanger public safety.

Any hesitation.

All of these may lead to irreversible consequences.

Now, she needed intelligence.

About those classmates who died mysteriously.

What happened to them before the accident?

The two people in front of us are the only clues at the moment.

What do they know.

They are hiding something.

Yukino was sure of that.

Since normal inquiries don't work, we can only use a more direct approach.

She slowly raised her right hand.

The movement is very light.

very slow.

But it was like a silent signal, instantly igniting the already tense atmosphere in the room.

Yuigahama Yui's breathing suddenly stopped.

Yumiko Miura subconsciously took a half step back, and her back hit the cold wall with a muffled sound.

Yukino was wearing a black windbreaker that was slightly out of place for the season.

At this moment, her fair and slender hand was slowly pulling something out from the inside of her windbreaker.

Black.

Metal.

With a heart-pounding cold texture.

In the dim light, the outline of the object gradually became clear.

pistol.

An automatic pistol with a cool, dangerous look.

The black gun body seemed to be able to swallow all the light.

Extending from the muzzle is a silencer of the same black color, making the weapon appear even more slender and more ferocious.

Yukino's hand on the gun was steady.

She was so calm that she didn't look like a high school girl who should be sitting in the classroom studying.

Her eyes were also cold and devoid of any human emotion.

"what……"

Yuigahama Yui let out a discordant sob from her throat.

She wanted to scream.

want to escape.

I want to wake up from this terrible nightmare immediately.

But her legs were so heavy that she couldn't move at all.

She could only watch.

Watching Yukino point the weapon that could take a life at Miura Yumiko.

The color on Miura Yumiko's face faded completely in an instant.

Her eyes, which always showed arrogance and criticism, were now as loud as copper bells.

It was filled with incredible horror.

There was also a trace of complete confusion.

Her mind went blank.

gun?

Yukinoshita Yukino...holding a gun?

How can this be?

Is this a movie?

Or is she crazy?

Countless absurd thoughts flashed through her mind wildly, but were quickly overwhelmed by the extreme fear brought by the black muzzle of the gun in front of her.

She could even feel the faint metallic chill coming from the muzzle of the gun.

And a faint smell.

Like rust.

Like gun smoke.

The combination of the two creates a special sense of danger.

It was a taste that she had never experienced before, a taste that belonged to another world.

The smell of death.

Yukino ignored their reactions.

She took a step forward.

The leather shoes made no sound as they stepped on the dusty floor.

The distance between her and Yumiko Miura was rapidly shortening.

The cold, silenced muzzle of the gun was getting closer and closer as Miura Yumiko's pupils shrank rapidly with fear.

then.

Gently.

But it carries an irresistible force.

It rested on Miura Yumiko's smooth forehead.

The moment the metal touched her skin, Yumiko Miura's whole body trembled violently.

An indescribable coldness and despair instantly spread from the forehead to the whole body.

Her teeth began to chatter uncontrollably, making a small "clack" sound.

My legs went weak and my body slid down uncontrollably.

If Yukino hadn't held the gun against her, she would have collapsed to the ground.

She wanted to beg for mercy.

Want to scream.

I want to say that I know nothing.

But her throat seemed to be tightly pinched by an invisible hand, and she couldn't make even a sound.

Only the heavy breathing sounded particularly clear in the silent room.

"Now."

Yukino finally spoke.

Her voice was devoid of any human emotion.

Every word hit Miura and Yuigahama's hearts hard.

"I asked."

Her ice-blue eyes stared at Miura Yumiko, who had completely collapsed in front of her, without any emotion.

That look was cold.

Without emotion.

It was as if he was examining a dead object.

"You answer."