Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

Going to school the next day, Bajing unexpectedly didn't come. Asked the head teacher, she didn't ask for leave, so it was only a truancy. But Bajing was not the kind of student who would absent from class. The class teacher was worried, so she called her cell phone and home phone, but no one answered.

The head teacher's face is inevitably sad and bleak. I know that if Bajing comes back at this time, he will definitely be criticized.

I thought, was she caught in the whirlpool of the goat guild?

These days she led the whisper to do, all related to the power of the goat guild, and an important member predictably strangely died. I know that this kind of tragedy does not dispel the persistence of Bajing. She is a very serious and stubborn person. In other words, it is precisely because of this kind of thing, so the Eight Scenery will surely trace it to the end.

In addition, if you want to take action during school hours, a top student like her, just ask for a leave of absence. Therefore, if you do not invite it, it must have been an unforeseen very urgent situation.

Despite this, I can't think of it. It was already the limit of what I thought I could do in the Goat Guild branch office last night.

Facing dozens of gunmen who exceed the limits of mortal flesh, without a hammer, it is better to retreat.

What's more, the members of the special forces may not be all members of the city's stronghold.

Although I feel the situation of Bajing is not good, I do n’t think I will see her death or missing information on the newspaper headlines tomorrow.

Eight Scenes has its own intelligence sources and lines of action, and I can only do it alone, she has many helpers.

The cult organization cannot be seen, and large-scale conflicts must be avoided as much as possible, so if there is a situation, the eight scenes just need to make things worse.

However, so far, I still haven't heard any loud wind.

Sometimes, when there is no news, it is the best news.

"Teacher, do you have the address of Bajingjia?" I asked.

"Ah, are you going to visit? That's fine." The class teacher pondered for a while, and wrote the address of Bajing's house on the paper to me.

After the third class, when I used to pass by Misaki's class, I looked for Misaki and Morino with my eyes.

Not talking about Misaki, not even Morino.

Stood for a while behind the door, and a girl who had met but was not familiar came over.

"Who can I ask?"

Is a little embarrassed.

"What about Morino?"

"She didn't come today, probably she was absent from class."

"Missing class? Didn't she ask for leave?" I was a little surprised.

"No." The girl said, "The head teacher is furious. It seems that there is more than a dozen people in the whole school. There are about a dozen students who are absent from school for no reason. Although there are many people who are absent from school, this time it seems that they are students who will not absent from school. Seems unusual? "

"Shouldn't this kind of thing be told to the students?" I asked in surprise, because even the girl knew the information of this scale, I have no reason not to know.

"I happened to overhear when I went to the staff office."

"Is it secret information?"

"Yeah, if it wasn't Gao Chuan's classmate, I would charge a fee."

"I don't need it? Why?" I asked doubtfully.

"Because I like classmate Gao Chuan." The girls seem to be talking about ordinary things, and their tone and attitude are too plain relative to the content.

I was really caught off guard.

Excluded Misaki's time in the elevator, this was the first time a girl clearly said the word "like" to me.

And still at this time, like saying it as a bonus that comes after buying the staple food.

Is really complicated, mixed with sorrow and joy.

If you are a man at this time, you must give a definite answer, but I haven't said a response yet, and the girl turned around decisively and returned to her seat.

Such a memorable moment, but I have no chance to speak.

It seems that she did it on purpose, because she didn't expect my reply? Or no matter what my answer is? Isn't this a prank?

I am entangled in countless doubts, like a fool, and I have not been able to recover after returning to the class until the class.

In the morning after school, I inadvertently looked down from the railing of the corridor and saw that she had gone downstairs and pushed her bicycle to the school gate alone. Then I remembered that I didn't know what her name was.

However, since she does not even need to answer, her name is not important. I don't know why, once I think about it this way, I feel a little melancholy.

I walked faster and faster, almost running up the stairs, desperately trying to catch up and ask for her name, but when I rushed out of the school gate, her figure was already drowned in the crowd, and I could no longer find it.

In the afternoon, I went to her class specially, but I still could n’t see the figure. I asked other talents to know that she had stopped coming to school. Because the family members had to move to another place because of the job transfer, they had already gone through the transfer procedures. It was her last time to come to school for class.

"However, it's really too frequent." The male student who talked to me about this girl said.

"Frequently?"

I couldn't help but ask.

"She was transferred at the beginning of this semester, and she left after only a few months. What is going on?"

"It's really unfortunate to have such parents on the market, and finally it became a bit familiar."

"It looks pretty good, and the temperament is also very good. Unfortunately, there are probably too many transfers, so there is always a lukewarm expression."

The classmates around talked about transfer students.

"Right, what's her name? I suddenly can't remember."

"Oh, I can't remember."

They wrinkled their faces because of their meditations, but ...

"Forget it, I can't remember, just go over the seat schedule."

However, the name originally written on the girl ’s position on the seating chart has now become blank, not erased, but originally blank, as if the seating chart has been specially changed.

The more puzzling thing is that after finding the faculty office, the teachers didn't keep any files about the girl except that they had such a student, and they didn't remember which school she transferred from.

Transfer students are like bubbles, disappeared from this school.

From beginning to end, I didn't know anything about her. Why doesn't everyone remember her? Why do you want to leave? why do you like me? What did she do at school?

Although I care, it is unthinkable, so it can only exist as a joke.

Just after the second class in the afternoon, I held my chin and looked out the window. Because many things happened suddenly, my thoughts were upset and I did n’t want to listen to the class. The eight tables at the same table are empty, and some are not used to it.

After about ten minutes, three police cars drove outside the school gate. Not only the police but also a woman in professional attire who looked like a reporter. After registering with the guard, they were immediately released and entered the principal's office all the way.

All the students who saw this scene began to convey this news with a note.

"I saw the police came to school ~ www.readwn.com ~ The police entered the principal's office."

"Is there a student committing another crime?"

"It's really exciting, I don't know what it is."

And so on.

Because such things as "the mind is not studying anymore" have been hung on everyone's face unabashedly, the teacher in class deliberately hit the blackboard deliberately.

"Let's pay attention, here is the key point, everyone quickly write down, you will definitely get the next exam!"

Students exclaimed helplessly.

Of course, my thoughts have also flown to the principal's office. As far as I know, because of the missing student, the police had come to the door once, but that time was on holiday, and the subsequent influence was also covered by the school. But this time it was different. The police brought the reporters to the office with a fair look, and it was certainly not a trivial matter that could be easily concealed.

Was killed.

My idea was quickly confirmed.

Photos of Morino appeared in the local evening news that day.

The background is still the nearby park. A female reporter who had a deep meeting in the park last night accidentally found Morino's body in the trash can.

Morino went through a fierce battle before his death. The scene found through the traces was messy. The ground and vegetation were highly damaged. It was not caused by female high school students.

Allegedly, traces of four persons were found at the scene, but except for Morino, the identity of the other three persons could not be determined temporarily.

The police declared that they would make every effort to solve the case, and announced a temporary phone number to facilitate the private contact of insiders who do not want to come forward.

I was a little stunned. It was really unexpected. The dead turned out to be Morino.

But why is Morino?