Mr. Kamijou tragically became a chef and cooked delicious food for Index. "Well, I remember it should be Stiyl's turn to appear next... right?" The boy pulled his hair and muttered to himself in an unconfident tone. This surprised Index a little. She looked at Touma with her round eyes wide open and said, "Hey, Touma.. why do you sound so doubtful?" Followed closely. The girl puffed out her cheeks and grumbled in protest, "Could it be that Touma has completely forgotten everything about our first encounter!?" The tone and expression were menacing. Touma had reason to be sure that the girl would chew him like a piece of gristle when she got angry. The bite mark scar on his head reminded him to be careful with his words and actions and to fool Index. "Haha, that's impossible."
"Really, you think too much!" "..Really?" "Yeah... After all, who could possibly forget the starving ghost nun that suddenly descended on the railing of their balcony." "You just said starving ghosts!" [Crunch——] A few moments. Touma sighed in defeat and wiped his forehead with the obvious bite mark: "What a misfortune..." Fortunately, I was bitten. At least he managed to divert Index's attention. She no longer bothered to pick out the details of their first encounter. It also reduces the chances of Touma being exposed. However, truth will eventually come to light. “Well, at least let’s take a look at the editing first. My encounter with Index and the events before and after I lost my memory…” With the mentality of just getting by. The boy perked up. He looked at the playing video with concentration and seriousness. ... This is different from Touma who was watching the video with a good attitude. It is also a bit different from the audience in the editing live broadcast room who are curious and looking forward to the follow-up developments.
In the local world of Magical Index. The other side of Academy City, far away. Place of pilgrimage, Vatican. Roman Orthodoxy, the holy land of Christians worldwide. A skinny white man with sunken cheeks, a thin body and a slightly shorter height, wearing a loose green suit, also looked at the screen. His identity is the Land of the Left, a member of God's Right Seat of the Roman Orthodox Church. He has a very handsome appearance, fresh and unworldly, far beyond the ordinary world, so he is also known as the God of Handsomeness. He was monitoring Touma's every move in the video with great interest. Unlike most viewers who didn't understand Touma's moves. He had a vague idea of something. "This ability...as expected..." "Power, ah ah... I seem to be a little familiar with it and I understand it a little bit." "The editor officially certified the amnesia... is that really the case?" Green hair, green clothes, just enough for the Riddler. Although it hasn't appeared yet. But the handsome god is very sure of one thing. On the other side of the crossroads. Kamijou Touma would definitely be involved with him. By then, if it is really as he expects now. Maybe, it's just as he thought.. Unfortunately. He didn't know that Riddlers tended to die quickly. If you happen to follow the trajectory to touch the future. He is so handsome, he looks like an officially certified riddle man... And at this moment he doesn't know it yet. Continue looking into the video. Likewise, in Academy City. Kihara Suta was leaning against a black limousine, stroking a backlit photo.
It can't be helped. I heard that Touma lost his memory. He shrugged with a hint of regret, but with an air of extraordinary pleasure. “It’s pretty good.” Having said this, he continued to look at the screen. Clip video switching. It also allows everyone to continue watching the story progress. Kamijou Touma's misfortune. Let's start! ... After briefly explaining the boy's campus life, The story comes to the sunset. Sunset street. The electric girl next to me was shouting for a duel. The ridiculous argument between two children. Touma returned to the apartment exhausted. Clip bottom. As the sun sets, the apartment is bathed in blood-red. The boy paced along the corridor. The road was very quiet. But...it's very noisy in front of my house. What's the matter? "A robot vacuum cleaner?" Touma was puzzled, raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help complaining: "Really, what are you doing in front of my house?" Watching in confusion. Eliminate the noisy mechanical sounds. Watch the clues from afar. After a while, he smiled helplessly: "I am really unfortunate."
Lying in the room of the sweeping robot, It was Index whom I met in the early morning. [I guess you have nowhere to go, so you came back to me? ] Thinking of this, Touma walked closer and gently pushed the girl. While trying to wake her up, he also quietly questioned why she was sleeping on the ground. The scarlet morning glow filled the streets. Like dark and gloomy stars. At the same time, Asuma got closer to observe the time. The cold and eerie melody is graceful. The reason why Index was lying on the ground was also revealed. Blood...blood that keeps flowing! Index was severely injured. I still vaguely remember her active and vigorous desire in the early morning. Touma shouted worriedly. Want to wake up Index. Something is wrong.. This situation is very wrong!! As the phone was broken, the boy had no choice but to keep urging the girl to wake her up. Anxiety grows over time. But when he heard footsteps behind him, he suddenly calmed down. Looking back. A red-haired man in a black robe and holding a cigarette stood upright. There is a clear stripe code on his face, and his name is Stiyl. He is the companion of the person who injured Index. Specific reasons and sources. I don't want to listen anymore. At this moment, all that came to Touma's mind was the conversation he had with Index today. He woke up with a start. Then, grit your teeth.
Index secretly went back to his house to get the hat. I just hope I won't disturb his life anymore. The girl lying on the ground in a pool of blood at this moment made Touma angry. Wait until you wake up. But then I heard Stiyl's leisurely explanation. The reason why Index was seriously injured was very straightforward. It was caused by the destruction of the mobile church.