Chapter 1029 1029 [Game End] Please vote for me monthly o(〃\'▽\'〃)o

"as you wish."

"Professor Moriarty" was indeed not surprised by her wish. He raised his hand and pressed the button on the table.

Then he said politely, as if he was calling it a day after work, "Well, see you later."

Suzuki Sonoko hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but ask "Moriarty" opposite: "Are you a human?"

Jiang Xia was startled.

Before he could figure out whether Suzuki Sonoko was cursing or simply saying a question, the game process was over, and the consciousnesses of several high school students who were brought to play quickly left and returned to their respective bodies.

In the empty office, Jiang Xia: "..."

  …should be a question.

 In any case, Jiangxia is Jiangxia, and "Moriarty" is "Moriarty". It's not a big problem. He shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and quickly returned to his body.

 …

 A few seconds later, Jiang Xia opened her eyes on the bed.

 He yawned and wanted to turn over to catch up on his sleep.

However, Jiang Xia was startled when he accidentally glanced at Noah beside him, and slowly sat up: "...What's the matter with you?"

—Originally, Noah looked like a crystal ball.

However, at this time, there were traces of impurities in this ghost ball. It's like a mist that cannot be melted is sealed in the water.

　　Noah looked down at himself and was also surprised.

 After a moment, it felt the physical condition carefully and hesitated: "It seems to be the murderous aura after using it."

—As a ghost, when running a "game", its fuel is of course all kinds of murderous aura.

 Perhaps because he ate too much at one time, the murderous aura changed in some strange way and accumulated in the body, turning into this kind of white mist.

 …

This is the first time Jiang Xia has seen such a strange thing.

He stared at Noah in thought for a moment, grabbed the ghost, rubbed it, and tried to get those white mist-like things out of Noah's body - anyway, clean up the ghost first.

After rubbing for a few minutes, when Noah was rubbed into mosquito-repellent eyes, Jiang Xia finally stopped and looked at his hands.

 —Although it was not completely cleaned, he drew out a wisp of "white mist".

 After leaving Noah's body, the "mist" did not disappear, but lay quietly in Jiang Xia's hands.

The fluffy appearance of the strands is exactly the same as the murderous aura, only the color is completely different.

 Jiang Xia: "..." Theoretically, this seems to be the product of murderous aura, and should be of little value.

 However, they look too much like murderous aura...

Jiang Xia struggled for a while, and finally couldn't help but leaned out, fumbled from the bedside table, and found a box of ghost mints that had not yet been implicated in murderous intent.

 He tore open the sealed package and tentatively brought the few wisps of "white mist" closer.

The next second, the mist quickly entered the cigarette case and merged into the ghost mint, like murderous aura.

 The ghosts gathered next to Jiang Xia, looking up at this scene curiously.

 …

 There were only two cigarettes filled up by the strange "white mist".

Jiang Xia took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, held it in her hand and looked at it carefully, then got closer and smelled it, but found nothing unusual.

So he decided to practice and gain true knowledge. He glanced at the ghosts gathered in a circle and asked, "Click on it and try?"

 …Anyway, "white mist" is just the product of the murderous aura. No matter how it changes, its properties should be similar. At most, it will feel irritating after you light it, so just pinch it off when the time comes.

With this thought in mind, Jiang Xia touched the lighter and lit the cigarette with a click.

The moment the fire ignited, a vortex seemed to appear out of thin air. The foggy dog ​​was floating nearby and watching, but was caught off guard and was swept in. It flapped its wings and hit the smoke. Jiang Xia was startled and quickly stretched out his hand to pull the ghost aside.

The foggy dog ​​flapped its wings in fear. Jiang Xia carried it like a chicken, looked around, and then breathed a sigh of relief—except for being a little frightened and looking a little weak, there was nothing wrong with it.

 …

However, on the other side of the collision, there seem to be some changes.

Jiang Xia lowered her head and looked at the burning smoke in her hand.

 Originally I wanted to put out this strange cigarette.

 But before taking action, Jiang Xia's eyes suddenly paused.

At some point, the appearance of the cigarette changed.

—Originally, it looked like an ordinary handmade cigarette, with white paper rolls from beginning to end.

However, now, the color of the smoke has turned into black. In the position of the cigarette butt, there are some light gold lines, and a few strokes outline a pair of closed wings.

　　　…”

Jiang Xia stared at the suddenly handsome cigarette, looking at it intently for a second or two...

 After a moment, he calmly put the cigarette to his mouth and took a puff curiously.

Then he choked on the weird smell: "Cough cough cough—"

Compared to the light plant aroma before, the smoke at this time is like lighting a handful of feathers, with a strong smell, like smelling a campfire up close.

Jiang Xia frowned and put her cigarette in the ashtray next to her, and was about to drink some water.

 But as soon as he stood up, he suddenly felt a weight on his back, as if there was something heavy.

 Almost at the same time, the ghosts' shocked murmurs came from the side.

 Jiangxia: “…”

Jiangxia: "?"

 He froze on the spot for a moment, then turned around silently.

 A pair of dark wings came into view. As Jiang Xia turned around, her wings flapped in shock.

At the same time as flapping, Jiang Xia felt her body light up, and she lifted off the ground for a brief moment.

"...???" Jiang Xia turned back, pinched her wings, and pulled them in front of her eyes to take a closer look, "What is this?!"

 The foggy dog ​​looked at him blankly, then looked back behind him, and flapped his wings in confusion: its wings were still there.

Matsuda Jinping held his chin up and looked at the strange cigarette, and then at Jiang Xia's wings.

After thinking for a moment, it floated to the ashtray. Before the smoke was completely extinguished, he took a puff, then turned his head and looked behind him.

Two shikigami suddenly flew out from the direction where Jiang Xia was, clattering behind Matsuda Jinping, twisting and melting into the shape of wings.

Matsuda Jinpei's eyes lit up, he slapped it, and it flew up leisurely.

 Then after flying half a meter, Jiang Xia "snapped" him.

“…” Jiang Xia held up this new ghost that was brave enough to try, looked at it for a moment, and vaguely understood something.

He threw the ghost to the side, touched his wings with his backhand, pressed the base of the wings, and tapped the surface of the wings repeatedly, realizing the problem.

—It’s not that he grew wings, but that the puppet clay naturally formed such a thing after inhaling those murderous auras.

Furthermore, unlike the things he made out of puppet clay on his own initiative—the wings Jiang Xia made by himself before were not only good-looking, but had no flying effect at all.

 But now the "wings" have the characteristics of being able to fly like a foggy dog.

 (End of this chapter)