Watching the anime from Madoka Magica and writing the rules

"So...I'm sorry."

Zhixing felt troubled when he thought that in addition to the five survivors, there were still eight people who needed to be taken care of.

Compared to those who died later, the [idol] who died in a cognition at this time and suffered physical attacks and the witch's first aid punch obviously had a lower chance of survival than others.

"Go back, Black...uh Bear!"

Along with the distortion of vision again.

Zhi Xing and the [idol] caught by Zhi Xing also arrived at the classroom.

Just as Zhihang stood up and tried to find a shadow of similar age, an unexpected voice came from the shadow who was concentrating on writing beside him:

"Are you the class representative for the [Idol Department]?"

Chapter 306 The Lucky Man

Zhi Xing looked at the shadow that had spoken, but after only one sentence, the shadow looked away again and started writing again when he saw that the [idol] did not respond.

"Class representative?"

Zhixing's gaze lingered on the other person for a while, and seeing that the other person was not dressed in a very personalized way, he retracted his gaze and carried the [idol] who was lying on the ground and unable to move.

The long-awaited weight-bearing exercise made Zhixing feel a little uncomfortable.

What was even more uncomfortable was that the girl's body behind him didn't seem very soft, but rather had some muscle stiffness.

"One is Sayaka's transformation into a corpse, and the other is Okumura's transformation into a disabled person."

"It seems the damage caused by the witch is more life-threatening, even if it's used to save people."

Zhixing carried [Idol] on his back and came to the seat where the shadow had fallen from before. He looked at the disappeared shadow and the blank paper that seemed as if no one had sat there, and thought deeply.

"I originally wanted to try to see if I could take these fake texts back and use printing to copy them, but it seems I can only rob them."

Zhi Xing looked around, and at the same time, his eyes slightly glanced at the head leaning on his shoulder, but the [idol]'s body was already in the image space, but there was no reaction.

However, a situation like the [Baseball Player], where someone deliberately descended from their own palace to attack them because they knew they were in danger, did not occur.

"Is he trapped, or is there some other reason?"

After all, Zhixing didn't have a third hand, and as a high school student, the [idol] was not light either. In order to save some energy for later, Zhixing did not choose to snatch the test papers from other shadows with one hand free.

Instead, he walked step by step to the edge of the ground where there was no wall blocking his way.

All you see is a landscape that looks like classrooms, connected by roads that are not concentrated together, as if ignoring gravity.

This made Zhixing look up at the base of the classroom.

"I don't see many traces of human intervention. Are the natural stones covered with classroom tiles?"

Seeing such a scene, if the tiles and desks on top of these classrooms were removed, with this lotus-like layered space distribution, it could be regarded as an immortal cave.

"Although it's set up as a classroom, it seems a bit more cruel than a real classroom."

"Plop~"

Perhaps because he was standing at the edge, Zhi Xing could easily see the scenes of shadows collapsing in the open-air classrooms exposed to the field of vision.

Since this time the classroom was several floors away from Zhixing, Zhixing did not avoid it. Instead, he sat on the ground to relieve the oppressive feeling of the [idol], while squinting his eyes and staring at the movements in the classroom through his glasses.

Soon, as if they had been prepared, a man and a woman, two little monsters wearing nurse uniforms and black and white bear masks on their heads, ran into the classroom from the only exit of the classroom carrying a stretcher.

Then... Zhixing saw two black and white bear nurses. The division of labor was very clear. The male black and white bear grabbed the upper body of the fallen shadow, and the female one grabbed the lower body that was still in the seat, and then they exerted force on both sides at the same time.

The shadow was thrown out of the classroom and fell directly downwards.

"It seems I'm overthinking it."

Zhixing originally thought of pretending that the [idol] fell, letting these monsters take her to a deeper level, to see if he could reunite the shadows of cognition that were destined not to be written in such a classroom due to death.

But this approach is obviously not in line with the opportunity.

Zhixing was about to close his eyes and call the little bear, but suddenly saw the actions of the two nurse black and white bears, and immediately stopped.

After the black and white bear threw the shadow away, the surrounding shadows ignored them, and they naturally walked to the table where the seat had just been vacated and lifted the entire table up.

"No, this is collecting things written by shadows?"

I don't know if it was a coincidence or premeditated.

A boy and a girl lifted up two desks respectively. Due to the height difference between the boys and girls, the lifted desks formed an angle.

As the tilt angle appeared, the notebook that had been written on the table seemed to ignore the friction and slid onto the stretcher on the side.

Then the two black and white bears paused for a while, and then they put down the desks in sync. One of them took out a stack of blank papers, and the other took out a pen. After they stayed in their seats, they lifted the stretcher at a much slower speed than when they came, and walked towards the entrance and exit.

"Is this also despair? Why does it feel a little different?"

"Of course, because this isn't despair, it's hope!"

Zhihang, who had spoken deliberately to attract other shadows to take over, was stunned. He didn't expect that there would be a response, but it was a little too close.

Turning his head slowly, he saw a man in a suit sitting at a desk. He was not writing furiously like the other shadows, but was sitting in his seat with the paper looking at the nurse Monokuma who was dealing with the shadows.

"You mean, what they're writing about is [hope]?"

Zhixing blinked and asked without much pause.

I had thought that since I had finally encountered a shadow who was willing to speak, I would naturally continue to follow his words. However, I didn't expect that the other party would glance at the [Idol] on Zhixing's body that had not yet been recovered into the witch's barrier, and instead said:

"The [Idol Department] class representative suddenly jumped out of the classroom, but I'm really confused. It turns out she attracted [Hope]. It seems her sacrifice was worth it."

Zhi Xing's expression was no longer relaxed, but he realized something and couldn't help but confirm:

"You are... Komaeda?"

"Hahahahaha...."

If we mention "hope" once, Paper Bank can be regarded as the local specialty of this impression space. After all, there is no shortage of puzzle-like mini-games in the impression space, and it is very appropriate for hope to be born in a desperate space.

But when he once again talked about hope, Zhixing couldn't help but feel suspicious. However, after this suspicion was responded to by the other party's laughter, Zhixing instead had an ominous premonition.

"I never thought that a nobody like me would be remembered by a [Super High School Level Observer]. I feel so honored."

"But you've stayed here for too long. This isn't the place for you."

As soon as the words fell, two figures landed on the left and right sides of the paper at the perfect time.

Zhixing moved his body and retracted his feet into the classroom, facing the dust head-on and squinting his eyes.

When the small amount of smoke and dust cleared, what appeared in front of Zhixing was a tall, muscular man and a dark-skinned woman whose chest muscles were as strong as Ogami Sakura.

"A hopeless remnant? No, they're not remnants yet."

"[Super High School Level Club Manager] and [Super High School Level Gymnast]?"

"The thing about Maizono-san is..."

[Lucky] looked at the [Detective] who came to his room. Although he didn't know about the other party's talents, he didn't regard Lucky as a talent. Therefore, he didn't care about the other party's abilities, but was more concerned about what the other party wanted to talk to him about.

"Maizono wants to frame you. This is a fact that cannot be distorted."

"But she probably hesitated until the very last moment, so...she was still thinking of you before she died."

"Before you died...thinking of me?"

Makoto Naegi subconsciously looked at the toilet door which had been restored to its original state by Monokuma, and the surrounding rooms which showed no signs of damage.

If the location of the room had not changed, Makoto Naegi would never have imagined that just a few hours before entering the underground grade trial, the [idol]'s body was still lying in the toilet.

"Don't talk nonsense... It's impossible to confirm such things... After all... it's impossible to ask Maizono-san."

"Even if I don't ask her, I should be able to deduce it, right?"

As Kirikiri Kyoko spoke, she walked to the toilet door and opened it using the method that Makoto Naegi had taught her during the class refereeing.

Looking at the empty bathroom without any clues left, he whispered:

"Her last thought was probably...how to help you."

"what?"

Makoto Naegi looked at the empty bathroom and made a puzzled sound as he listened to Kirikiri's words.

"The evidence is the temporary message she left behind with her last bit of strength."

"Well, that's probably the result of her deal with Kyubey."

"Kyubi? Why are you suddenly bringing him up now?"

Looking at the slight dent caused by the impact, which only he could perceive, Kirigiri could not help but whisper:

"No matter what, that's a very obvious message. Even if the criminal didn't guess the corresponding content, he should have chosen to destroy it."

"Because the prisoner not only cleaned your room, but also cleaned this bathroom."

"That's not right. Nothing like that happened when we were down there just now. Why are you suddenly saying that? If that death message is fake, then Kuwata-san..."

The sudden and unexpected answer made Makoto Naegi a little panicked. He thought that he might have blamed the wrong people. After all, when no one had an alibi, it was because of the death news that Makoto Naegi pointed the finger at Kuwata.

"No, Kuwata is the culprit in this incident. This is an undeniable fact."

"Perhaps because if Kyubey escapes, no one present can do anything about it, so in order to use Kyubey to escape, Kuwata brought a homemade weapon."

"Isn't the weapon a knife?"

"That splattered blood was undoubtedly caused by something hitting it. It definitely wasn't something that could have come from a kitchen knife."

"Do you mean...baseball, Kirikiri-san?"

"Yes, I'm afraid that in order to prevent Maizono-san's sudden counterattack, the ammunition originally intended for Kyubey hit Maizono-san instead."

"And since projectiles were used, the blood would naturally leave traces beyond the body."

"In order to eliminate this most direct evidence, he broke the fear of others who dared not enter the scene a second time and cleaned up the clues."

Perhaps because he had thought through the entire case, Makoto Naegi easily understood Kirigiri's thinking. However, due to a lack of information, he still spoke:

"In other words, it's impossible that Kuwata, who had already entered the bathroom, didn't notice clue 11037, but this clue was still retained until we searched."

"So you think that Maizono-san made a last-minute deal with Kyubey, and that's why he kept the message of his death?"

"And because he knew that Maizono had made a deal with Kyubey in the bathroom, facing Maizono who had lost her weapon, Kuwata chose to test her with throwing objects?"

"That's certainly reasonable, but before that, Maizono-san had already made a deal with Kyubey, right in front of us."

Kirigiri turned around and looked at Makoto Naegi's thinking ability. After reaffirming that Makoto Naegi, who was not on the death list, was suitable as a companion, he spoke:

"Indeed, Kyubey once said that there would only be one transaction per day, but what Kyubey said at that time was not actually a transaction."

"what?"

"He said when he came here that to make a deal, the other party needs to make an equivalent contribution in his eyes. That's why Yamada-san's deal has not been concluded until now."

"So, in the viewing room, did Kyubey really explain what he wanted the other party to accomplish?"

"I can tell he didn't just casually propose the deal, but was serious about achieving a certain goal through it. To that end, he would double-check that both parties understood the terms of the transaction before proceeding."

"And at that time..."

Miao Mucheng quickly reacted and said:

"The so-called issue at that time was only about determining the scope of the transaction, not the transaction itself?"

"Yes, I'm afraid that at that time, Maizono-san had a vague plan in mind, but she hadn't thought it through yet. Or maybe she became murderous after she knew that Kyubey's deal that day hadn't been completed."

"But no matter what, the end result is that Maizono-san didn't use this deal to cause Kuwata-san's death, nor was he rescued as a result."

"So, it seems that the scope of this kind of transaction is indeed limited to the capabilities of the 'spectators'?"

"No participation in combat, no additional items provided, only information transactions, including the scheduled death messages."

Listening to Kirikiri Kyouko's analysis, Naegi Makoto silently absorbed all the information. After a while, he came to his senses and looked at Kirikiri and said:

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because you are someone who can overcome difficulties."

"Someone who can overcome the death of their friends like Maizono and Kuwata-san and still choose to move forward."

"If that weren't the case, you wouldn't have been the first among so many people to sort out the clues and identify the murderer."

"Overcoming the deaths of our companions?"

Makoto Naegi thought of the list of survivors that suddenly became undocumented, and he couldn't help but strengthen his belief. He looked directly at Kirikiri Kyokoro and said firmly:

"I can't do such a thing."