"Wild Duck Country"

Atsushi-kun has turned into a duck!

Kagami-chan has turned into a duck!

The two were shocked at the same time. While Nakajima Atsushi frantically took out his walkie-talkie and tried to tell everyone everything, Izumi Kyoka just posed facing the street light in front of her.

Something came out.

As if according to some mysterious arrangement, the whole world was shrouded in a layer of dim yellow light. The light spread on the bricks, the trash cans, and the banyan trees, casting a thin shadow, which also seemed dead and silent.

Everything in front of me was dissolved in this chaotic halo, making it impossible to see anything clearly. The light from the street lamps flowed like flames. It was a warm color that should bring warmth and comfort, but it drove people away from this feast in the sky full of colors that were almost as hot as a furnace.

Everyone is just fish on the chopping board in this feast.

Along with the strange fragrance, the sound of birds came from afar. The sound was flat and monotonous, and it bounced off the walls everywhere in this place surrounded by steel and concrete, like an echo, rising and falling, and taking a long time to disperse.

It's the cry of a wild duck.

This was also the only sound Dazai Osamu heard when he received the phone call. It was rough and rapid, and it crackled all at once on the person's head. It was just a bunch of overlapping noises, and not a single word could be heard.

"Atsushi-kun?"

Gah! Gah!

The quacking of ducks on the other side suddenly became short and sharp, as if they had heard something shocking.

"What happened?"

He raised his voice, as if puzzled by the inexplicable duck calls, and had some guesses in his mind about what was going on.

Some kind of special ability directly acted on Nakajima Atsushi.

Not only that, a white band of light suddenly appeared, and the flowing words surrounded Dazai Osamu, ruffling his soft black hair. In the dim light of all the incandescent lights, this touch of pure white was as bright as the sun and the moon.

He looked at the light bands around him, thoughtfully.

This text band was so familiar to him. Once [Disqualification] was activated and his special ability was interrupted, this pure white light band would appear. It was obvious that something was trying to affect him, but it was ineffective because of his special ability.

Let's think about it a little more. Why did this ability suddenly try to affect him after Nakajima Atsushi? Since it was not an active attack, it must be a large-scale ability.

This surprised him a little. He didn't expect that the lady who wrote the story would directly choose this method. Not only did she simply intimidate with weird scenes, but she also forced the participants to use their abilities.

It turns into a duck directly. Is it going to dance with the chopping board?

He looked at the hanging duck hanging from the tree and looked at the locator.

There is nothing on the locator.

This is too bad, Dazai Osamu thought helplessly. The world she had constructed in the past always had a great sense of separation from this world, as if two unrelated spaces overlapped slightly in the middle of the night, strangely coexisting in the same space with humans, that's all.

But tonight is completely different. The boundary that clearly divides the two spaces is broken, and once you fall in, you feel like you can't get out.

He had thought that this day might come, but it happened much sooner than he had expected. No matter how he thought about it, it must be the slug's fault.

But what happened next interrupted his thoughts.

Haha!

quack!

A sharp duck cry suddenly sounded behind him. If you listen carefully, you can still feel a sense of familiarity.

Ah, yes, isn't this Kunikida-kun's voice?

Dazai Osamu turned his head immediately and saw a figure running towards him, swaying with gold-rimmed glasses around his neck.

quack!

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Dazai Osamu's question was like a bolt from the blue to Nakajima Atsushi's ears, and he finally realized something was wrong.

The sound coming from the phone could be anything, but it couldn't be the cry of a wild duck. Because Dazai Osamu's ability was to invalidate all other abilities. In a sense, he was the only one who could completely correct the strangeness of tonight.

I was blessed with supernatural powers!

Nakajima Atsushi suddenly raised his head. At that moment, he vaguely felt that the world had suddenly become huge. Everything around him seemed to grow and stretch out, like a giant blocking out the sun. On the street lamps and under the treetops, in the hazy light, roast ducks, some of which were just hung up and dripping with blood, and some of which were slick with oil, were spinning in circles. The feet were tied with red ropes and hung high up, with the slender head hanging down, and the gap in the neck seemed to be steaming.

Even ordinary people find it a little unbearable to watch, let alone an ordinary duck?

Haha!

The plucked ducks were smiling, with shadows at the corners of their eyes, shaking their heads, and pointing in one direction.

The breeze blew by, like shaking rows of giant bells, and a mixture of fishy and fragrant smells floated over, making the old news nauseating.

These are his kind, and these are also his endings.

This sudden strange scene frightened him so much that he lost his balance and fell headfirst, with his entire upper body pressed against the ground, with only two duck claws trembling to support his tail.

Now he is just a duck.

Hey hey hey hey! Why did it suddenly become like this? Nakajima Atsushi was uneasy, and a little resistance to the direction the ducks were pointing to rose from his heart. It was too weird, the ducks hanging from the tree were more terrifying dead than alive, and suddenly became malicious, completely different from the previous times, what on earth was they trying to do?

The intercom that was held in some unknown way before also fell to the ground without making any sound. He turned his head anxiously to look at Izumi Kyoka, and found that [Shirayuki Yasha] had emerged, in human form, holding a cold knife, and surrounded by murderous aura.

Through [White Snow Yasha], Izumi Kyoka saw the most realistic scene without any subjective imagination. She stood still and looked forward.

Raw duck, blood, a stove, and a place with flames shooting up into the sky where the neck is pointing.

It was a complete turn of events, and the supernatural power was still there! Seeing the suspended [White Snow Yasha], Nakajima Atsushi was overjoyed. But after several attempts, he was disappointed to find that his supernatural power [Moonlight Beast] was completely suppressed by this shell.

He can use his special abilities, but he is not allowed to transform into a tiger. Isn’t this completely targeting him?

quack!

He stretched his neck and shouted into the intercom, hoping that the person on the other end could feel his misery. His two paws were still trembling as he pushed against the ground, fearing that he would fall down.

Mr. Dazai! Help!

If this continues, he will never dare to see ducks again!

Nakajima Atsushi, you are so useless! He despised himself. Without his special ability, Kagamihana-chan had to face all this alone, while you were curled up here like a loser. Stand up, stand up!

Stand up for me!

With a snap, he exerted force on his legs, rolled over, and fell to the ground, with his head twisted into a slight curl, and his eyes met with a duck's head with a hooked beak.

Huh?

Wow! Isn't this the duck that was chopped off by Izumi Kyoka before? !

Nothing happened! I'm not scared at all!

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Following the light, I found the place where the bonfire was set up, and approached the river. The water was sparkling bright red, and black hair like water plants was floating in it.

A woman in a long red robe was floating on the river, with bloodshot eyes.

The people on the shore silently prepared for the next feast. The boiling water was bubbling. The bled ducks were thrown directly into the pot. After a while, they were taken out and their feathers were easily plucked cleanly, revealing their fair skin, waiting for the next step of processing.

There was a wooden cage placed high above the pot, in which there was a white-feathered duck with its head stuck under its wings - the same species as the duck in the boiling water bath. In order to let him see the miserable appearance of the duck in the pot, he was specially stuck in the cage in a special posture, facing the smell of duck and the heat of boiling water.

His feathers were damp from the steam, and he faced the tragedy of the world in the water. In his eyes, the duck was not a duck, but a creature that was more worthy of his attention.

The thing in the pot struggled, and red liquid came out from the ground, splashing all over him.

The blood flowed back into the pot along his feathers. He shook himself in disgust and listened to the humming sound approaching from the sky, the sound of propellers scraping through the air.

After hanging for so long, someone finally showed up. Although this was basically what he had planned beforehand, Tuosi couldn't help but ask himself if he had sacrificed too much.

He was used to evil and could remain indifferent to any tragedy. But standing upside down surrounded by the smell of blood and duck was hard to bear.

But this is to destroy the existing evil of mankind and create a more perfect future.

She destroyed the world first, and then let him destroy her. The same kind can never kill the same kind, but the different kind can.

The helicopter is approaching.

I heard a noise coming from far away. In the silent night, it was like a thunder, waking me up from my confused mind.

The fully armed helicopter hung high in the sky, with its steely metallic color, looking particularly majestic.

I think it came specially for me and the chaos tonight. Anyway, my horror story has not spread yet, but my story of collecting materials will be widely circulated in the future.

No, there is no way, it is not my fault. I thought with a guilty conscience, feeling that the blood on my head had not yet washed away and there was still a faint fishy smell around me.

I might, possibly, be getting cold. Ah, this time I came straight out, who knew this would happen?

I puffed up a small bubble with my cheek and raised my hand to point at the helicopter in the sky.