After all of them are reborn, who would still want to marry 2.5 Jo Satoru?

Yuan Zhinu's heart was pounding like a thief who had luckily stolen precious jewels, her heart filled with indescribable panic and relief.

While fearing that the treasure he had obtained would slip through his fingers, he was also looking forward to the next good opportunity when the moon was dark and the wind was strong.

The unexpected joy surged over him, making him so happy that he almost cried.

He didn't know whether it was because of the beauty of the meteor shower or because the river of fate suddenly changed its direction.

The next second, Gen Chinu approached the girl next to her like a cat, but just stared at her blankly without any movement.

This morning he had the courage to hug the other person's arm directly, but now he timidly retracted his outstretched hand.

She was so beautiful, her long silver hair had a translucent texture in the twinkling starlight, and her skin was as white as raw silk.

But Gen Chinuo didn't notice her because of her appearance. From the time they met until now, he had been paying attention to her almost every moment. A few times they looked into each other's eyes openly, but more often he looked up at her quietly.

That’s right, just look up.

Like a ship on a long journey looking up at a distant harbor where it can dock, like a bird without wings looking up at a treetop where it can rest, like a person half-kneeling on the ground looking up at a statue with closed eyes in a shrine.

Every time the girl fluttered her eyelashes, the dust on the statue was wiped away by his heart.

But the statue was now so close to him, so close that he could touch it with his fingers, and the breeze caused by her fluttering eyelashes easily created ripples in his heart.

Genji's chest heaved violently, the devil's face hidden within was charming, and her eyes were filled with fiery love.

He was just trying to climb up the straight tree trunk with his lithe body, just like the snake in the Garden of Eden.

Then he used his lips to kiss the girl's falling hair, just like using a snake's tongue to touch the fruit on the tree.

The overflowing emotions were like gentian flowers struggling to bloom, growing lush stamens in his heart and densely entwining his undulating ribs.

But Genji didn't come any closer.

He just stood beside Liuli, reached out and gently hooked her little finger with his.

Noticing Liuli looking at him with doubt, he smiled contentedly and asked softly,

"Ms. Liuli, did the Seven-Colored Deer finally wait for the witch to return?"

Yuan Zhisheng also looked over. His eyes were unusually bright, almost golden, as if the rising sun fell into his eyes, looking warm and passionate.

He was also smiling, with his eyes and eyebrows relaxed. The night breeze blew across his handsome face, making this usually mature boy look more energetic.

He asked the same question as Genji.

"Ms. Liuli, did Minamoto no Raikou finally get his wife back?"

"of course."

Liuli also smiled. This meteor shower was so beautiful that it made everyone who saw it feel happy.

"They will meet again."

“Love conquers all, overcomes all odds.”

"People who love each other will definitely meet again and be together forever."

In the night wind, the milky white mist floated gently, without being blown away by the wind at all. The jungle in the distance rustled slightly, as if the shadow of a deer was leaping in it.

In the shrine at the foot of the mountain, wind chimes hung on the eaves tinkled in the night wind.

It was like the smile that couldn't be extinguished on the lips after meeting again after a long separation.

……

Tsujimura Fukasuki couldn't laugh.

In fact, it took all her strength just to stop herself from shaking.

Everywhere she looked were broken corpses, flesh and clothes stuck together, scattered internal organs and exposed bones everywhere.

The person wearing the rabbit mask carried out the moving work in an orderly manner, as unresponsive as a robot.

Instead, the military police and agents from the Special Ability Special Service Department who were working together made sporadic complaints.

"Why do we have to use machine guns? Can't we just call in a person with special abilities? Isn't there a special ability that can just clean up the bodies as well?"

"Shouldn't we contact the sorcerer directly? Now is a good time to use the curse spirit!"

"Yeah, haven't we already negotiated with the curse world? We can transfer a few cursed spirits over now. We don't have to deal with the corpses, and maybe we can even raise a few special-grade ones."

"Hey, please be considerate of the fact that the cursed spirit operator over there is still a high school student. His mind is relatively fragile, so it's easier for him to turn evil if he comes directly here. Is this how evil is used?"

"If you move any more bodies, I'll turn evil. I'm a clerk!"

"So, when will we finally be able to tame the cursed spirit? Achieving soilless burial sooner would save land for building a parking lot for the tax bureau."

Why……

Why are they able to talk and laugh so naturally...

Aren’t these... all human lives?

Aren’t they all citizens who need our protection?

Tsujimura Fuzuki's eyes rolled slightly, and she almost didn't know where to focus her gaze.

With Yebisu Garden Garden as the center, everything you see is covered in blood; even the sky seems to have turned blood red.

"Tsujimura, move aside."

The sound coming from behind made Tsujimura Fuzuki subconsciously move her feet, but her legs were numb from standing for a long time, and she staggered two steps uncontrollably.

Sakaguchi Ango reached out to support her, and his sharp eyes behind his black-framed glasses scanned her for two seconds. When he let go, he said calmly,

"You can go and rest for a while."

"Sakaguchi-senpai..." Tsujimura Fuzuki looked up blankly, "Is it over?"

Sakaguchi Ango pushed up his black-framed glasses. His eyes, as calm as a deep pool, were rimmed by thick dark circles. "What are you talking about, Tsujimura?"

"The real killing hasn't started yet."

After saying that, he ignored Tsujimura Fuzuki who was standing there in a daze, and walked towards the Chateau Joel Rpbuchon restaurant which was guarded by a series of defense lines.

The general manager of the restaurant was still alive, but the cold sweat on his back had soaked his clothes. He stood at the door and bowed to everyone coming in like a receptionist, with such a pious attitude that he wished he could dig his head into the ground.

Sakaguchi Ango didn't respond, but just took a deep breath at the door before walking in.

Everyone in the restaurant heard the footsteps and looked over.

Troublemaker...ah no, Bai Qilin still had a world-weary face, as if his parents had died and he had no desire to live. After looking at him, he immediately lowered his head.

Ayatsuji Yukito, who was sitting next to him, was more polite. He raised his chin to signal Sakaguchi Ango to sit in the vacant seat. Then he lowered his head and used his fingers to comb the hair of the doll sitting on his knees.

Standing behind him, Nakahara Chuuya had a serious expression and a frown on his face. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he remained silent.

Sitting next to Ayatsuji Yukito was Dazai Osamu. The young man had a pale face and looked listless. When he saw Sakaguchi Ango walk in, he looked up with empty and indifferent eyes.

It was Oda Sakunosuke who was standing behind him who nodded actively, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

Perhaps because people of the same sex repel each other, Edogawa Ranpo, Yosano Akiko and Fukuzawa Yukichi sat at another table, with the same serious expressions and no words.

The head of the Gojo family sat alone at a table, with his long legs, which had nowhere to go, simply placed on another chair. When he looked up at Sakaguchi Ango, his eyes were scrutinizing and his expression was cold.

The Blue King Munakata Reisi and the Red King Suho Takashi sat on either side, each with a table to themselves.

Adolf K. Weitzman, the Silver King who hadn't gotten off a plane in who knows how many years, sat at the table in front of them with a worried look on his face.

Also sitting at a table alone was the old man representing the Eight Clans of Sheqi - Gilbert Jean d'Angers, who said he was just a university president.

Damn, can a principal defeat all the gangs?

Looking at the room full of troublesome people, Ango Sakaguchi couldn't help but push up his glasses again, feeling that he might as well die early.