Omi's appearance, dress, and unique smell are no different from the nightmarish memories in File's mind. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Why she was here, and what happened before she fell unconscious, she remembered everything, but she couldn't remember all of it. A vague feeling, a hazy thought, an emotion of fear and flight wrapped around her helpless soul, she never imagined that she would one day behave so vulnerable. The file felt that his reassuring expression, his hard muscles, his calm face, and his relieved expression were all disguises, to hide the stupid resistance and uneasiness in his heart.

The file felt that he knew very well what the situation was, but he didn't want to think about it, that terrible thought was hovering above his head, and he was not in a position to solve it. Secrets, deeper secrets, dark scenes, deeper black scenes, as if as long as you make up your mind to peep, you can definitely see the outline, is already in front of your eyes, and you feel that "closing your eyes" is the ideal situation.

In Omi's gaze, the file only felt restless, a feeling that she was about to go to the execution ground—but, on the other hand, she didn't feel malice from Omi. Omi spoke to her, but the file didn't hear what the other party was saying, and the voices of acquaintances and comrades such as Misfire and Shepherd Dog flickered in her mind, but it was quickly covered by a fog from the depths of her heart, making her instinctively not think about the situation of these people.

The occultist's instincts had taken her through countless difficulties, and it had made the file willing to believe that the instinct and instinct to stop herself from thinking about these things was to save herself, even though she was not willing to give up thinking altogether.

Omi said something again, but in the listening of the file, the voice coming from outside the door was so green, and it was more present than Omi's voice. The file felt that the voice seemed to be reciting something, as if it was singing in a low voice, as if it was narrating, but it could not be analyzed that the voice was talking to something, but he felt that it must not be talking to himself.

The strange, unnatural, and imaginative voice is not without content, but it is by no means understandable to a normal person, and even the pronunciation and sentence structure are not any language that the file knows. To say that the familiarity brought by this chanting can be compared to the prayer of the Doomsday Shinrikyo, but even if the horror gnaws at the heart of the file like a poisonous snake, there is no intuitive feeling, which makes her feel that there is a Doomsday Shinrikyo who prays there.

Omi turned around and left, the file subconsciously followed, walked out of the door, and the scenery she saw was by no means what she imagined, what a grand scene, there was no distorted and beyond the common sense of the structure, there was no common sense to describe the space, there was no special equipment, and to a certain extent, it did not have the strange and grotesque atmosphere of imagination - the sound I heard in the room before was so strange that it made people feel abnormal, but after coming here, the sound became fresh, It's as if the sound passes through the space separated by the door, and there is a certain qualitative change.

It's still a room, decorated like a normal hall, and it's not necessarily a "living room", although there are no oddly shaped furnishings, but there are many tools and equipment that cannot be discerned in addition to the ordinary furniture furnishings, and the shapes tend to be square and round. It is the stacking of these objects that prevents the observer's gaze from reaching every corner of the room, and thus making it impossible to accurately assess the size of the entire room—larger than the room he was in before, and the file has only such a vague impression.

There are places to eat and rest in this room, but the objects that do not know their specific functions and do not look like ordinary furniture, and the light that is bright and dark at that time also gives the impression that "some kind of research is going on here". It's like a rough crumpling of a laboratory and a living room, confusing about the function of the space.

The high school girl who made the voice sat on the sofa and knew the file, and the other party was not only the age of the high school girl, but also a veritable high school girl before the outbreak of World War III. It's just that after the outbreak of the war, because he came into contact with the mystery by chance, he eventually became the core member of the "Magical Girl Crusader", an important branch of the cyberball. However, it is not necessarily true to say that the "Magical Girl Crusader" is completely affiliated with the Cyberball, and the name "Crusader" is not a casual name in the country of Britain.

At the beginning of its establishment, the "Magical Girl Crusader" had elements of the British government and the British royal family, but now, it doesn't matter what kind of complex structure this immature mysterious organization has. Because there are very few people left in this world who can still maintain their sense of self and move freely.

Without people, there can be no organization and society, and the human society in this world has, in a certain sense, completely collapsed. Tissues and tissue components that do not have the protection of repeaters have temporarily lost their activity.

I was a little surprised to see the titular leader of the "Magical Girl Crusader" in this place, a high school girl named "Madoka". Although she couldn't say it, she couldn't describe the truth that seemed to be subconsciously avoided, but the file knew very well that she knew the truth, what Omi was planning, and even the thought of the name "Time Machine" made her brain hurt faintly. Since the magical girl Madoka appeared on Omi's territory, nine times out of ten it was related to the "time machine", and such a simple deduction, the file can still think about it - even so, she can't think more deeply and find the full logic and evidence to prove this inference, and there is such an intuition that prevents her from doing so, as if to warn her that any deep thinking, in the current situation, will only bring more trauma to herself.

Madoka Magica, Omi, Dorothy...... And himself, the file looked around the visible eye, and everyone except himself gathered around a table and sat on the sofa. Omi and Dorothy sat on either side, and in the middle was Madoka Magi, the best of the magical girls, holding what appeared to be a printed manuscript and reading out the contents - she frowned, not only did her voice not sound the same as it sounded in the previous room, but even the rhythm was terrible, far less fluent than she had heard in the previous room.

The file was surprised that the sound heard from the distance of a door could make such a huge impression - if it wasn't a spatial problem, it was a problem with the manuscript that the magical girl Madoka was reading, so the mysterious expert's unique intuition told the file.

Madoka stumbles as she reads, and the file feels that she can gradually understand every word in it, but when these words are put together, the content becomes meaningless, giving only a chaotic feeling that the tongue and brain are all knotted. The file doesn't even feel the point of reading it - yes, the file's instincts tell her that the magical girl Madoka is doing something that doesn't even make sense, and doesn't even make a "joke".

However, since she is here, doing such a thing, it should not be meaningless in principle. The huge sense of contradiction made the file pinch the bridge of her nose again, and she felt a kind of fatigue from her conscious body, which was spreading to every cell, and the reason why she hadn't fallen down was just because the stubbornness of "I don't want to fall here" was supporting her.

The file didn't bother Madoka, but after she sat down, Madoka stopped reading, not because she realized the file's arrival, but simply because she couldn't read anymore - the content of this manuscript made her confused as a reader, just like Jiang's countless words piled together without logic, on the other hand, if you dig deeper, it seems that there is some kind of logic hidden in the rhyme, the kind of touch that is lighter than "taste and stop", which makes people feel itchy through their shoes.

Madoka herself didn't understand why she was reading this manuscript, she participated in this private meeting because she had heard that the operation of the "time machine" required her to make a wish—a terrible shock that swept the world, and she witnessed so many people die in the impact, lose consciousness, fall down and never get up again, or get up like a walking corpse, the world has collapsed, and there is no conscious human form, unable to reconstruct the social form of common sense. In Madoka's eyes, this is a scene of the end that is more shocking than all the doomsday she imagined.

"To change the world back to the way it was, you have to use a time machine." Such a statement seems particularly convincing at this time. Because Madoka herself can't imagine any other way to save the situation than to turn back time.

Because the "time machine" is the only way she seems to understand how to save the world, she acts more anxious than anyone here. If she could, of course, it would be as simple as "flip the switch, make the time machine start, and then wish the world to be restored" - Madoka felt the same way at first, but until then, she had been given such an incomprehensible and meaningless manuscript.

"Do you want to read more?" Madoka's face is full of distress and anxiety, and File takes it for granted, because she is still just a child, and even if she is exposed to the mysterious power of "magical girl", it does not change her immature side as a high school girl.

"The wish you want to make is not a simple wish, but it must have enough impact on the time machine." Dorothy spoke, although the topic was very serious, but her small movements seemed to be very grinning, and there was no serious flavor at all, "The content of this manuscript is meaningless, but when reading, you can use the act of 'reciting these meaningless contents' itself to transform and strengthen the level of consciousness, so that your wish can successfully contact the time machine." ”

"Really?" Madoka looked at Dorothy with a little doubt in her eyes, interfering with psychology through behavior, in Madoka's cognition, it was a thing that although she had heard of it, she still felt that it was incredible no matter how many times she heard about it. The reason why I was able to continue reading the contents of the manuscript was because of this incredible feeling and a strong determination to do something. However, the once strong determination, the will to chase the incredible, was gradually worn away after an unknown number of repetitions.

And in the eyes of the filer, Dorothy's explanation is not so much serious as it is teasing the magical girl Madoka - she doesn't want to correct anything, because she knows very well that this feeling should not be completely correct, and the magical boy Madoka is not reading the content of the manuscript - but just seems meaningless at the moment, and this meaning will probably continue to some point in the future, fully preparing for the explosion of that moment.

"If that's enough, then it's okay for us to get started." Omi said calmly, "There is only one chance, and if you fail, everything is over, so I hope you can do it according to your feelings - are you really ready?" ”

When the magical girl Madoka heard Omi say this, her face suddenly turned pale and heavy, just as the file expected. The file knows why, even if it seems to be meaningless, but if it proves to be important in nature, it certainly doesn't want to be opportunistic.

Madoka didn't want to fail, she didn't want to fail at this critical moment, and that huge pressure was already on her shoulders from the beginning.

Madoka gritted her teeth, restored the manuscript to the first page, and read it carefully again.

Madoka's expression was so serious, painful and persistent that it appeared between her eyebrows at the same time, and even if the file didn't look into her eyes, she could deeply feel what she was praying for in her heart, and the care for the form of prayer itself. She, like most students, treats a particular form of an act as if it were the act itself. The quest for form takes precedence over the essence of the act – and this is in the eyes of the occult expert filer, a manifestation of sacrificial ritual.

So, the file realized that what was happening in front of him was a spiritual sacrifice ceremony, and Madoka herself was the sacrifice - this high school girl didn't know that she was sacrificing herself.

The file wanted to interrupt Madoka's reading several times, but a stronger instinct stopped her sensibility, she knew very well that stopping Madoka would not make things better - Madoka herself didn't want to stop, she was a fool, because she was a fool, so she could intuitively feel the more essential good and bad, she didn't understand the big truth, and she didn't understand what Dorothy and Omi were doing, but she felt that if she didn't do what she was doing, she wouldn't have any chance to do something again, and she had done her best, All that remains is "prayer".

Pray, pray, pray, pray, put all the good in the wish you make after doing your best, so that the world full of possibilities can be reshaped.

“…… It's up to standard. Omi's gaze fell on the row of lights that were turning green one by one.