Doomsday Jigsaw Game

The already dark night sky began to be covered by more intense darkness.

It was like a picture scroll of night scenes, suddenly splashed with the thickest ink.

The scene in Bai Wu's eyes was like a nuclear bomb named "Calamity" exploded, and the entire school was instantly covered and swallowed by black matter.

The huge evil pupil in sight also disappeared under the attack of bad luck.

The scene in the entire memory is only absolute darkness.

"She also broke out fusion disease?"

"If bad luck swallows the entire campus...doesn't that mean that everyone will die? No, it may not necessarily be death."

Bai Wu also didn't know what effect the fusion of the perfect-level distortion entry - doom and catastrophe, with the talent sequence Satan's Kiss Roulette of Sorrow and Joy would have.

Even with enhanced vision, he couldn't see through the thick black. Looking around, it seems that the whole world has suddenly fallen into chaos.

Now even he can't imagine what kind of scene Baichuan Middle School will be like when the chaos dissipates.

He simply began to deduce some details.

"This power has surpassed Jiang Yimi's limit. Now it seems that the fusion disease will bring about some kind of power runaway... If so, will the masked monster suddenly have a more powerful space-time power than usual? force?"

"Did he change some kind of time and space rules because of the power in his body going berserk?"

These bold inferences and assumptions cannot be verified, and no one can give Bai Wu an answer, not even the owner of this memory.

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The only thing Bai Wu knew was that the mask had been photographed flying to a certain corner of Baichuan City, and would be picked up by a member of the investigative legion in the future, and without knowing what happened, the mask was thrown into the Jingchu Ward Weapons Division.

In the end, he was picked up by himself, and somehow, he inherited the will of the masked monster.

As for where the will of the original masked monster went, it has become a mystery.

The memory ended here, and until the end, everything in Bai Wu's sight was still chaos.

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There is no other content behind the diary. This special diary only records one sentence——

"I don't know the name, the hero with the mask, died because of the principal, and died because he was close to me."

Bai Wu couldn't feel the feeling of disappointment, but felt somewhat pity, as if one thing had achieved 90% completion, and suddenly because of an accident, the completion was reset to zero.

Died close to me, these words are enough to show that the girl still thinks she is an ominous person.

She thought that the masked monster was dead and was killed by the principal, but the cause and effect of being killed by the principal was her own.

The masked monster took her out of the crux of He Shuhong, Lin Yiping, and Jiang Huan. Originally, after a while, this girl who was cursed, accused and isolated by the world could regain the vitality that a young girl should have.

Maybe there will be such a parallel universe, the masked man and the half-evil girl, together after the arrival of the tower era, wandering in various areas, dispelling the obsession of the evil, saving others, or eradicating the evil fall.

Doom is no longer her drag, but a weapon she uses to uphold justice. As the masked geek said, how much pain can be exchanged for as much happiness. She is no longer a monster that people fear, but a reliable teammate beside the masked monster.

But the masked geek left suddenly, making everything come to naught, and Jiang Yimi fell into a bigger crux.

Although they got along for a short time, many things that the masked man did were never done to Jiang Yimi.

Giving her food, revealing the truth for her, and also leading her to understand a truly hopeless world that is coming, giving her some mission, and something more sacred and noble.

Bai Wu put down the diary, and originally planned to search for other written records and continue to search for clues, but he stopped suddenly, and a strange cold air hit him.

He instantly understood what was going on, and immediately explained from the heart:

"Relax, I mean no harm."

He finally felt Jiang Yimi's aura. Although he didn't feel any fear, he still subconsciously calculated whether the other party was a threat.

This is a monster that can easily destroy the entire Baichuan campus.

Jiang Yimi in memory is very kind, but seven hundred years have passed, and no one knows what has changed.

Especially the eyes reminded, don't approach here rashly before you find the correct option.

"Who are you?" There was no emotion in Jiang Yimi's voice.

Bai Wu turned around slowly, and the two looked at each other.

Bai Wu's face is very good-looking, and so is Jiang Yimi. Seven hundred years later, although she no longer has the youthfulness of a girl, she still has the same face as before.

Ever since Bai Wu was immersed in his memory, Jiang Yimi felt a familiar atmosphere.

[As a half-evil, her basic combat system follows the evil one, not the accompanying power of human beings. Her sequence also stopped awakening after becoming a half-evil, but she can use the sequence Yes, more sequences may be obtained in other ways in the future. As for her experience, you probably know it, so I won't introduce it further.

Ninth-level variant, distortion entry: mental power *9, rare distortion entry, resentment shape, disaster strike. Perfect distortion entry: doom and catastrophe. Talent Sequence 666 - Satan's Kiss, Talent Sequence 777 - Roulette of Sadness and Joy.

By the way, the reason why the half-evil form is called the perfect form is because there is nothing missing in the half-evil form. 】

The moment the remark appeared, Bai Wu understood one thing - the girl in front of her was not something she could beat, so she had to be reasonable.

This half-evil degenerate with the lifespan of an evil degenerate and the body of a human girl is no less than the top predator he has ever seen.

Perhaps only people at the level of Hong Yin and Beauty Mole can suppress her.

As for the last sentence of the remarks, Bai Wu selectively ignored this kind of unscrupulous information.

"You are not from this school." It was still a voice without any emotion.

The black substance that hadn't attacked the white mist before turned into a beast at this moment.

For seven hundred years, Jiang Yimi has become extremely proficient in manipulating bad luck.

Bai Wu was convinced that he had already entered the body without Qi, although he felt that as long as he returned to the tower, he could cut off the power of these entries.

But the problem is, what if the return roulette suddenly malfunctions? What if I return to the roulette wheel to send spirits? He didn't dare to think too much, he was afraid that his luck would be swallowed up too much, and a thought would become a prophecy.

"I don't know Jiang Yimi's attitude towards me, but I can talk to people, to hell."

Bai Wu's mind began to quickly reorganize various information. Soon he had an idea - a bold operation began.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect the onset of fusion disease to take me to a time and space seven hundred years later."

Bai Wu's tone was very sincere.

Originally, Jiang Yimi planned to ask Bai Wu's identity, and also planned to expel Bai Wu from Baichuan Middle School.

This place needs no new occupants, and humans should never come near such an ominous place.

But Bai Wu's words first made her feel inexplicable, and then she seemed to recall something, the coldness in her eyes melted a little, but there was also a little doubt and anger.

"You... what are you talking about?"

There is drama.

Bai Wu's current thinking is very clear——

If this is the strongest monster in the school, as long as Jiang Yimi is defeated, then this exploration, even if all the puzzles are not solved, can be regarded as invincible.

His expression became calm, with guilt in his tone and eyes.

"When I came back here again, I didn't expect that everything has changed beyond recognition. The school, which was full of human voices in the past, has become lifeless. There are no lively faces in the dormitory building, only a series of penetrating gazes."

"At first, I didn't understand why there were so many strange things in the school. In the gymnasium and playground, in the teaching building, in the east campus, in the dormitory building... there were many strange stories that had never existed before. But after reading these memories , I just knew that day... something uncontrollable happened."

"So that's how the prophecy came about. I'm really sorry. I clearly realized that you may suffer from the same disease, but I have been focusing on the doctor. I should care more about you."

If the first sentence is just some kind of coincidence, then the following few sentences are very obvious, and Jiang Yimi's expression becomes angry:

"You, you shut up! You are not allowed to pretend to be him!"

Bai Wu noticed that when the girl was nervous, she would stutter when she spoke. The same is true in memory.

Now is a critical period, he did not rush to take out the mask to prove himself, but continued:

"I just came from the Ninth Psychiatric Hospital. From the files there, I learned something. The doctor is far away from Baichuan City, and the entire hospital has lost control. There are almost no living things in several buildings. Seven hundred years ago , they have undergone a major purge."

"Do you still remember the eleventh floor I went to with you? Although to me, everything is just in a trance, but I'm not sure if you still remember, after all, seven hundred years have passed."

Bai Wu looked at Jiang Yimi, but Jiang Yimi didn't speak, she still had an angry expression on her face, her rationality told her that this person was lying, but subconsciously, she still had some expectation in her heart.

An actor like Bai Wu can see through it at a glance.

Originally, Bai Wu was not sure whether Jiang Yimi's heart had changed drastically in the past seven hundred years, but now in retrospect, those souls like black shadows in the mirror are still there.

Those who were once saved by her and the masked monster are still protected by her.

Coupled with Jiang Yimi's baseless anger in front of him, he was sure that the girl's heart had not changed.

"On the eleventh floor of the Ninth Mental Hospital, there is also a little girl like you. You can rest assured that Jiang Huan, He Shuhong, and Lin Yiping all went to heaven in the end. That little girl suffered what should have been theirs. The pain you endured. Your mentor and friends, at least when they left this world, didn’t have much resentment or pain.”

"Later I went to look for my mask again. I'm actually not sure whether you're still here after seven hundred years. It's really been too long. The fusion disease broke out and the space-time power in my body went berserk. I didn't expect that It will span such a long time zone in one fell swoop."

Without retreating, Bai Wu took a step forward and was very close to Jiang Yimi.

He was as calm as a real masked geek, facing the girl who was full of guilt back then.

"I didn't expect it to be seven hundred years in the blink of an eye. I know you must have had a hard time in these seven hundred years, but it's really good to see you again."

At this time, Bai Wu finally took out the mask, and he put it on.

Seeing the familiar smiling face on the mask, Jiang Yimi's fierce aura disintegrated in an instant.

Her eyes widened in surprise.

It is clear that there is no "all beings are equal" on Wu's body, but those black substances are instantly restrained a lot.

For seven hundred years, Jiang Yimi has actually been living with guilt and self-blame, and she has been practicing to control this power, even though everything has long been meaningless.

The school turned into a real ghost school and the city turned into a dead city.

In fact, she can leave here, everything has become a cycle, for seven hundred years, whether it is the soul in the mirror or the evil outside the mirror, all creatures live in an unchanging life.

Nothing would change if she left, but she never left.

When the little black cat saw the mask, it approached Bai Wu's shoes and rubbed its cheeks against Bai Wu. Bai Wu was really worried that Hei Yan would burn his pair of master assassin shoes.

"You, you are not him, you can't be his, you, why do you pretend to be him..."

All this happened so suddenly that Jiang Yimi didn't really believe in Bai Wu. In the past seven hundred years, she had imagined countless times that the hero would come again.

But he never came, and the school has changed beyond recognition.

Under the action of the huge force of calamity, everyone became evil.

The entire campus was also devoured by luck, and a special backlash rule was formed - a word becomes a prophecy.

All unlucky words will come true, and all bad things spoken will happen.

The evil people here, whether they are former teachers or students, live in fear of Jiang Yimi and the terror they themselves created.

After they became evil, they had many curses about the future.

All these curses began to be fulfilled one by one due to the power of disaster, so that many strange rules appeared in the whole school.

The more they hate something, the more this school forces them to face something.

After being distorted by the power of bad luck, the pre-Ming Tower era is not over yet, but Baichuan Middle School has already experienced severe distortion like the Tower Age.

Everyone was eager to stay away from that school, and the fetters in the whole school were swallowed by the disaster that swept everything.

This area was divided into many blocks, and all the strange stories that were once talked about by the students became real.

Good students, bad students, school teachers or other staff, all entered their own nightmares and began to circulate. The life they once complained about becomes a permanent destiny.

Everything can't go back, and Jiang Yimi also knows that he has caused irreversible damage to the school.

Looking at the white mist, she felt really angry in her heart, and the doom that followed behind her also became agitated again:

"You are not him... If he is still alive, why didn't you come to me for seven hundred years?! You are not him at all, you just saw this memory and pretended to be him! I saw him die with my own eyes... Yes, he's dead!"

Facing Jiang Yimi's anger, Bai Wu was very calm.

He could probably imagine Jiang Yimi's despair when he found out that the weird mask was dead and all his hopes for the future were shattered.

The extreme pain caused the fusion disease to attack, and the power of the fusion disease was beyond imagination. Everything in the school was swallowed by this bad luck, and it was completely changed.

Her heart was in great pain, but no one came to her life like a hero.

She can only be with the black cat, living in guilt and self-blame almost forever.

Whether the principal is dead or not may not be important anymore.

Because there are no living people in this school, together with the principal and other disciples of Cain, they have become insignificant roles.

At least in Jiang Yimi's view, everything is like this. She is the biggest sinner of this school, and there is no way to save this school.

After sorting out her state of mind, Bai Wu's tone became gentle:

"Remember what I said, heroes never die. It's been a while since we reunited, and I'm not as strong as I was then, and the world isn't what it was then, but you haven't Change."

"Jiang Yimi, you may have done something wrong, but think about it carefully, at least you saved these people, and you kept them in the school forever. If you hadn't stopped the principal at that time, maybe they would have lived as human beings, But maybe...their end will be worse."

The first motive of pretending to be a masked monster is to attack Jiang Yimi, but now, Bai Wu also hopes to really solve Jiang Yimi's crux.

Jiang Yimi may still not believe that the man in front of her is the masked monster, but the pain and struggle on her face show that she has at least listened to Bai Wu's words.

"Because of the power of time and space, I know a lot of things that will inevitably happen in the future. Do you think Baichuan Middle School is the most miserable? In a certain deep-sea casino, there are countless people who don't even have life span and memory. Living in a depraved posture, but not as good as a degenerate."

"On a certain huge cruise ship, countless people searched for refuge with hope, but what awaited them were lies and betrayal. Without exception, they all turned into villains. Aren't they worse than the people in the school?"

"Perhaps the teachers and students in these schools have resentment towards you, but it is undeniable that at least they will not experience greater despair. You have never left this school, you do not know that when the end of the world comes, the world There are countless more tragic things."

"As I said, we need to look at all living beings from a macro perspective. Evil degeneration is not a bad thing. Evil degeneration itself is not evil. Evil things have always been people's hearts."

"I'm not going to tell you that what you did was right, but instead of continuing to blame yourself here, maybe we can think about how to get the world back on track."

Bai Wu's words were resounding.

The mist in Jiang Yimi's eyes is getting more and more, she wants to continue to refute the white mist, but she just can't speak.

She wanted too much to believe that the masked man was still alive, and the reason why she didn't choose to leave here was because she still had such expectations in her heart.

Bai Wu saw through her true thoughts. He found paper and a pen on the desk case, and the skills he had learned from Yan Jiu were finally useful.

He picked up the paper and pen, and completed a painting in just ten minutes with astonishing speed like Yan Jiu.

Although there was no coloring and the lines were rough, the moment Jiang Yimi saw the painting, her tears could no longer hold back.

On the drawing paper, a man wearing a mask is squatting on the window sill of a low building, rubbing the little black cat's head with one hand, and holding a food bag with the words "freshness" written on it in the other hand.

The people in the painting appeared out of nowhere seven hundred years ago.

Seven hundred years later, life seemed to be the same as the first time I saw him, he returned suddenly without warning.