At this moment, Shi Bai felt that his senses were amplified in certain key places, the noisy sound, the sound of liquid dripping on the wooden floor, the sticky texture of blood drying in the palm of his hand... What just happened?

Like an unwound machine, Shibai lowered his head and remained motionless, the blade connected to his body still placed on Enoshima Junko's heart - everything in front of his eyes was red, but it seemed as if there was nothing.

The student council president swallowed in fear, but he knew it - after facing Junko Enoshima and watching his classmates fall down - at that time, he understood the terrifying side of Junko Enoshima better than anyone else. She was born for despair and would not care about anything... No, she was despair itself.

If it wasn't for the student named Wuji who broke the deadlock and arrived in time, he could even imagine everyone killing each other in his heart. Because at that time, some people really picked up guns and knives. As the president of the student council, he did not stop them.

The student council president could even think that this child had taken all the bad things for them. Just realizing this, he could no longer continue to be immersed in the fear brought about by this scene. Even though his legs were weak, he still took a step forward.

React faster than anyone else.

The teacher seemed to be calling his name from behind, but at this moment he seemed to hear nothing, or rather, he pretended not to hear anything, so that he could concentrate on landing his feet steadily on the ground.

After making the decision, Murasame Satsuharu, the student council president of Hope's Peak, who is the super high school student council president, has a face that is as sculpted as that of a young swordsman in a period drama. At this moment, he looks more upright and pure than usual.

He held his breath. The strong smell of blood made him feel nauseous, as if he had swallowed several pounds of rusty iron mixed with the filth from the sewer.

Murasame Satsuharu tentatively reached out her hand, not minding the boy's blood, and gently placed it on his shoulder. There was no resistance.

The student council president breathed a sigh of relief, and then, in the softest and gentlest tone of his life, as if he was afraid of scaring the ants, he didn't ask anything, but just said: "Are you... okay?"

The boy did not respond.

Murasame Satsuharu gave herself the courage to half-kneel in front of Shibai, ignoring the blood of Enoshima Junko that had not yet dried up and seemed to still have warmth on the ground. Then, she gently lifted the blood-stained hair that covered the boy's eyebrows and met his originally clear and clean pupils.

The originally beautiful golden pupils became abnormally dim, with layers of darkness overlapping, making people feel like they were in a vortex that they could not escape from, as if there was a dark light flashing, and they could not help but want to get closer and closer.

What happened? Murasame Soharu wanted to know, but she didn't want to know at all. Because these things were disasters that would have happened to the members of their student council.

"Nothing happened now. I'll take you home, okay?" Murasame Sauharu said this, and the principal who arrived later stretched out his hand to stop the security guards and teachers who wanted to do other things.

The principal's expression was particularly serious, not only because of the case that happened here, but also because of the student "Kamizura Izuru" who changed his name and identity and was honored as "Hope" by the directors as the Peak of Hope and was standing on the side at the moment.

But this action was still a step too slow. Someone touched the power source in the room, and the room suddenly became dark. The crowd, which had finally calmed down, became noisy again, as if there were ghosts chasing them.

The principal calmly found the power source and turned it on. After the room suddenly became bright again, Murasame Soharu noticed the sense of incongruity that he had vaguely felt when he first entered the room.

This is a monitoring room, with dozens of monitoring screens aimed at the people who will come in through the door, and just now, it seems that a picture has been repeated... Murasame Satsuharu recalled it again, and then remembered that the face was the freshman of this class, Enoshima Junko's partner, Senren Mukuro. It was the picture of Senren Mukuro's death.

Not only that. As a member of the Super High School Class and the Student Council President, he was also very perceptive. He seemed to have sensed something, but unfortunately he didn't know more, so he couldn't grasp a clear answer with his subtle intuition.

At this moment, a cold hand grasped his wrist, and Murasame Soharu's thoughts were suddenly interrupted. Where his wrist was touched, he inevitably got goosebumps. He turned his head stiffly, and the blond junior who had originally shown no expression now showed a confused look: "When did you come, senior? I didn't notice it at all."

"Even the teacher...felt that this commotion was a bit too much..." He said, "But don't worry, senior. Luck is still on my side. It's all over now."

I felt it again, Murasame Satsuharu thought. At a certain moment just now, it was as if he had seen Enoshima Junko, but that creepy feeling disappeared in an instant, blocked out, just like his illusion.

Shibai was helped to stand up by Murasame Satsuharu. He was a little uncomfortable with the blood on his body. After all, he always kept himself clean and tidy, and such a situation rarely happened to him.

As if he had noticed the development here, the principal, who had the highest status at the scene, took the initiative to walk over. The principal also did not say anything to Shi Bai, who was covered in blood.

Shi Bai explained the development of the incident in an orderly and calm manner, and even pointed to the location of the surveillance screen at the end, "The surveillance should have recorded everything."

But when the principal wanted to check the surveillance video, he found that everything had been cleared and destroyed, whether it was Enoshima Junko and Senren Mukuro's initial threat to the student council or the subsequent fighting and killing scenes, all were gone.

If we ask a super high school student with relevant talents to repair the video, it can be restored quickly. Enoshima Junko's futile behavior is incomprehensible.

What seemed normal was actually just a screaming sound like tinnitus in the brain. It was not a metaphor, but a real, sharp cry of a fox.

Kitsune's helper is connected to the soul of the judge, and the shrill sound directly affects the soul and will not affect the sound heard by the ears.

Thanks to Kitsunesuke, he is now very calm and sober, just like standing outside the door barefoot in a vest in sub-zero winter.

Kitsunesuke shoulders the responsibility of guiding the judge, and as long as it exists, it will never let the judge do something irreparable.

Shibai felt a throbbing pain in his temples, but because of what had just happened, he felt too guilty to dare to make any rebuttal to Kitsunesuke's current behavior.

"Kitsunesuke, please check the video recording to see if there is anything wrong with it."

"…Are you trying to change the subject, Master of the Gods?"

But even after saying this, Kitsunesuke still obeyed the order, and when it gave the answer, Shibai had already been taken by the principal to a room in the school staff dormitory to take a shower and change clothes.

After all, it is impossible to let Shibai go easily after something like this happened, and it is too late now. With other victims (student union members) and without contacting the directors, the principal cannot impose any punishment on Shibai at all.

As for how to solve it later... According to the director's character, for the sake of Hope's Peak's reputation, this matter will never be exposed to the public. The worst result will be suspension.

Just like Nagito Komaeda at that time.

"It is a brainwashing technique that acts on the brain, Judge."

'Through the change of color, the visual center of the human body is stimulated, the movement of the eyeball is induced, and the cognitive operation of experiential memory is performed.'

"Using sound to control concentration... or something like that. In short, it's a very clever brainwashing technique."

Kitsunesuke explained.

"...That's really amazing." Shi Bai murmured.

"What did you just say?" Nizo Jusan glanced at Shibai. He was a boxer of the same period as Yukizome Chisa, and worked as a security guard on campus. Now he was also used to supervise Shibai. After all, Shibai couldn't hand over his original sword, right?

"Nothing." Shi Bai replied with a smile.

Ni Zang Shisan let out a click of his tongue, folded his hands and looked away.

'But it was only a brief moment, and at most it was just a hint.'

Shibai heard the hidden message of Kitsunesuke and said to Kitsunesuke in his heart: "So I recovered quickly, didn't I?"

Too many things happened today, even Shi Bai was a little tired. Under the intimidating gaze of Ni Zang Shisan, he tucked himself into the quilt and fell asleep easily.

But when he opened his eyes the next day, the world had completely changed. It seemed that he had not just slept for one night, but several years had passed.

>>>>>

Before Shibai arrived at the control room, before Enoshima Junko died, she had already sent a message to the people in the preparation department.

——Regarding that Hope's Peak uses the high tuition fees of the preparatory courses as funds for human experiments. Not only that, tonight, a murder case occurred in the old school building. The victims were undergraduate students Enoshima Junko and Senken Mukuro from the 78th class. The murderer was the [subject] of this human experiment.

They seemed to have discovered the fact that the school was corrupt, and wanted to confront the student council members who controlled the school. The two sides had an argument, but they did not expect that the student council would bring the "subjects" here, and then two innocent girls were killed by the "subjects" who were controlled and ordered by the school.

The artificial "hope" is more like "despair". Tokugawa Monokichi, a student of the 77th class of the undergraduate class, also discovered this and is now under school detention.

Shibai blinked expressionlessly. Perhaps because the room was too dim, Shibai's eyes looked particularly quiet and strange. He listened to the story that Kitsunesuke told him in a dry tone, and even wanted to applaud.

To be honest, even TV dramas don’t dare to write like this.

So what is his role now? Imprisoned tower princess?

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