A journey of seven souls escaping from the basement

"Do good things."

Understood.

That's what I want to be in the future.

——[Good guy]

I was born with an abnormality that I never told anyone.

I don't think this exception should be used to meet your own goals.

But if one day, I mean, if one day it is really needed.

"Look at my heart, I've never sold it to anyone."

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"Hello Aunt Dalia, Auntie, do you still remember me?"

After trying for a long time to finally make the people in the room confirm that the people outside were not thugs, Yabu finally knocked on the door of Zoya's house, and the person who opened the door for him was Zoya's mother.

Yes, Dalia, that's Zoya's mother's name.

To be honest, when I first heard this name, I did feel a bit like copying and pasting it, but it was really just that the pronunciation of the name was very similar, and it had nothing to do with the water-playing bear on Rhodes Island in the future.

I can only say fate.

"Remember, remember, I remember you. You were the kid who came to Zoya to pay back the money seriously last time."

"That's great, Auntie, you still remember me."

"Well, haha..."

I can't help it, it's hard to forget, it's really impressive.

After all, Yabu came to the door with a serious look and said he wanted to pay back the money. The couple thought that their child had lent a large amount of money to others. In the end, they found out that they were just passing by to give out some dinner. Just money.

"What's the matter here, kid? Zoya isn't here, and it's not safe outside. Don't run around."

"Not here? Hiss... Anyway, I'll make a long story short, aunt, I'm here to remind you that it's not safe to stay in Chernobog. If possible, I suggest you leave Chernobog for the time being. Berg, the faster the better, I have a way to find a safe route to take you out of here."

"This......"

"I know it may sound strange to say this suddenly, but if you don't believe it...well, is Uncle Loban at home? I can explain it to him."

"He was not at home. Not long after the riot broke out today, he received the news and left."

Not surprising, Zoya's father Loban is a competent military policeman, and there is a high probability that he will not be at home at this time.

"Is that so..." Yabu stood there, holding his chin and looking down, thinking about what evidence he could produce to prove that he was telling the truth.

But before Yabu could think of how to explain, Dalia took the lead and made a statement: "However, I don't actually believe what you said. There are indeed a lot of strange things recently."

Dalia, who often goes out and is familiar with her neighbors, also has her own source of information. Although it is just some gossip, she did hear a lot of things before the riots that may be relevant now that she thinks about it. talk.

Recently, the owner of a nearby tobacco shop said that there are fewer and fewer aristocratic gentlemen buying alcohol.

Aunt Nina, who worked at Lord Santali's house, also returned home, saying that the Lord's family did not need anyone to work for the time being.

Now that I think about it... I don't know why, but maybe they knew what was going to happen here and left early.

"Can you wait a moment? I want to call my husband to confirm."

"It's okay...but it probably won't get through. I don't know why there's no signal in the city."

If he could make a phone call, Yabu would have called directly to remind him. He had already tried to call Zoya's house before, but unfortunately there was no signal at all.

However, I don’t think Dalia’s attempt is a waste of time. If the note is not allowed to be tried at all, it may make people feel suspicious. Moreover, it may happen that Dalia can get through it, which will leave a lot of things.

"Then Auntie, be careful!"

——Makr, Link

The sudden pillar of fire destroyed and melted everything in its path. It suddenly appeared from behind Dalia. Yabu immediately stepped forward and pulled Dalia aside. He quickly slashed forward at the pillar of fire with his dagger, killing her. It was erased from the world in an instant.

"I think this should explain how dangerous it is now. Auntie, don't stay here for now. I'll send you directly to Uncle Loban."

"Ah...Okay..." The horror of realizing that she almost died made Dalia stutter a little. She looked down at her mobile phone, which was unable to make calls due to lack of signal, and immediately He followed Yabu and ran.

"Child, are you injured?" Dalia looked at the slow-moving Yabu and asked worriedly.

"Because of race... just think that my physical fitness is poor."

..........

"strangeness."

It was clearly in a riot area, but at this moment, there was a white-haired woman wearing a Gothic dress and a pair of dragon-like horns, walking among the burning ruins like a noble.

She walked through the melting path to the place where the flames suddenly stopped, and noted the direction in which the sound went away.

It's a bit hard to understand, but it's not just because the Origin Stone skills suddenly disconnected from me and then completely disappeared. There are still some possible explanations.

What she really found hard to understand was the last faint shout she heard.

【Be careful! 】

She fully understood and could understand the meaning of this simple word itself.

But the question is... why does he speak this language?

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*? ity: 78%

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Chapter 2 Speaker: Your mother brought you your favorite...

It's now, seven o'clock in the evening.

The gorgeous sunshine was originally obscured by dark clouds, but as time went by, the weak sunshine no longer made futile efforts, gave up penetrating the clouds and slowly fell from the sky, leaving behind those that became so ferocious that it made people feel sad. The fluffy dark clouds made Chernobog seem to be covered with a cold-toned filter.

Judging from the news, this seems to be just a riot. All dangers will be passed under the protection of the military and police. Soon they will say goodbye to their classmates as usual, and then return home and sit down to eat with their parents. After eating, washing up, going to bed, and then coming to school again the next day, I shared my frightening emotions with my classmates.

The guards of Chernobgo will definitely protect everyone. In all the works Zoya reads, it is often said that evil prevails over good, and she believes that this should be the case this time.

But...the reality doesn't seem to be like this.

They did not wait for the military and police, but the masked thugs took over first.

The good news is that apart from using force to suppress the students in the school at the beginning, the thugs have never done anything since.

The bad news is that they are constantly patrolling outside the school, and they don't know what they are going to do or when they will be willing to let them out.

The school is still in a state of complete lockdown, and as the sky becomes darker and darker, students begin to feel a nameless fear and anxiety.

Although no one was looking at them directly, every student only dared to whisper in a low voice. Fear suppressed their voices. The abundance of negative emotions made the campus, which originally symbolized sunshine and vitality, become dead silent.

One after another, students began to carefully try to use communication devices to contact their families, but without exception, there was no signal.

"...Still not reachable."

Zoya, who was sitting in her seat, was also trying to contact her family. She looked at the communication device that she couldn't get through at all. Even though the signal icon above her phone told her coldly that she had no signal, she still hugged her. With the mentality of giving it a try, I chose to make a call.

But the result was obvious. The ever-tightening grip of her hands was unable to get a signal for the mobile phone. Whether it was her father or her mother, or the neighbors near her home, Zoya, who was able to play, basically gave it a try, and it made no sense.

After she sighed, she decided not to waste the power that might come in handy later, and stuffed the phone into her pocket.

They seemed to be enclosed in a huge island called school. Except for the news earlier, no news could be received, and the news could not get out. It could only be heard from the distant horizon outside the school from time to time. The explosions and the sky-high flames told people here that things were not over yet.

"Dad...mom..."

Zoya's father is a member of the military police, and Zoya once followed her father to watch and experience drills and simulation training at the police station. Therefore, when encountering this kind of thing, unlike the terrified classmates around her, She wasn't panicking about it, or that she wasn't afraid that she might be in danger.

What she is worried and afraid of is her father and mother.

Dad is a member of the military police, and he is undoubtedly on the front line of suppressing the rioters. But judging from the rioters occupying this place, the situation there is not optimistic.

Mom should be at home, and judging from the direction of the explosions and fires, that direction seemed to be the urban area where their home was located.

She tried hard to comfort herself in her heart not to worry, but as the time passed when she could do nothing, her idle brain would not stop working at all. The more you don't think about the horrible thoughts, the more your brain will be filled with them. .

The classmates who had their own small groups around them all hugged together to calm their inner emotions, but Zoya was not the kind of person who was very sociable. At this moment, she could only sit there, rubbing her ears with her fingers that had nowhere to rest. With her hair hanging down, she was chewing bitterly on the anxiety caused by worrying about her family.

How can I do......

This anxious yet helpless suffocating feeling is more unbearable than fear.

We can't wait any longer pointlessly, we must do something.

It is impossible to break in by force. The people patrolling outside are not soft-hearted people. They are thugs who really know how to kill, and there are more than one.

It was impossible for anyone to break in by force, and it was even less possible for anyone to escape from the front.

Dig it out secretly?

Zoya slowly stopped rubbing her hair, turned her head and stared out through the window without saying a word.

......feasible.

But there are still dangers.

What needs to be considered now is whether to stay here and continue to trust her father and her teammates and wait for everything to be safe, or to take the risk to find out the opponent's patrol patterns and secretly dig out.

Should we risk going out now or wait for the captivity that we don’t know whether it will end...

click -

The door of the classroom was suddenly pushed open from the outside in. The almost silent sound of the door pushed instantly overwhelmed the noisy whispers in the room. Everyone in the classroom tensed up and looked at the open door. , curled up unconsciously in fear like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

But the person who came in later made them a little surprised, because this person was not wearing the iconic masked clothing of those thugs, but sparse and ordinary clothes, even a little cheap, and his appearance did not make people feel fierce, and even looked Going up there gives people a sense of intimacy.

Except for a trace of burnt marks on the corners of his clothes, he looked like a parent who came to pick up his child from school.

No...not right!

Some of the sharp-thinking students in the class immediately came to their senses from the other person's appearance.

What time is it now?The entire school was surrounded by thugs, and there was no sign of fighting outside since just now, which meant that this person must have been let in with those thugs.

As for the other party's attire, it may not seem special to ordinary people, but if it is placed among those thugs who are dressed in weird costumes and whose faces cannot be distinguished from each other, it will appear to be very special.

So this must be the leader of those thugs or something.

How could this be the parent who came to pick up the child?

Judging from the way he stood by the door frame and looked at the room, holding the door handle, he must be choosing who to drag out.

Ah, look, what is he going to say? It must be something very terrifying...

"Well, well, classmates, I brought you your most... ah, no, your parents may not have time to pick you up today, so I will pick you up for you temporarily."

"...?"

who are you?

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*Why are you so serious? Let yourself be funny. They are already very depressed, aren't they?

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Chapter 2: Where did you get the comedian from?

The most active and intelligent stage of a person's brain is probably between the ages of 18 and 26, and the students in this school are generally in this range.

They are at the smartest age in their lives, with active thinking and intelligence.

But these dozens of smart little minds probably never imagined that one day in their lives, their collective brains would shut down because of a sentence without deep meaning or philosophy.

"Your parents may not have time to pick you up today, so I will pick you up for you temporarily."

It is rare that students, who usually have countless small groups in the entire class, have reached a unified thinking for the first time.

Whether they are in the front row or in the back row, whether they are boys or girls, quiet or naughty, their usual grades no longer affect their thinking mode at this moment. For a moment, the thinking reached an unprecedented consensus.

--what?

"Hiss...isn't that right? Isn't this Konoha Class [-] of Tokiwadai Middle School?"