Protect our prophets

"I understand." Songxue finally calmed down, "God means, let us keep our feet on the ground and not rely on Goldfinger, right?"

Xingcheng didn't seem to accept her teasing, the smile on his face faded, and there was a completely strange emotion in his eyes.

"Very optimistic," he said after a pause, "if there is such a 'god' in the world."

Songxue folded her hands on her chest, frowning and thinking.

If I understand correctly, the self-proclaimed "Senior" Mr. Xingcheng in front of me has the same identity as her, but the werewolf game identity card in his hand is different.So, are they supposed to be, colleagues?

"Senior Star City, you make it difficult for me..." She sighed heavily.

The smile on the big star's lips looked sincere and innocent: "Every newcomer comes here like this. The rest of us are scattered on our own timelines and have our own tasks. It really can't help too much, so -"

"Come on, little Searle."

At noon on Monday, Songxue sat alone in the empty dining hall with mixed feelings.

What a strange world.

Ordinary primary and secondary schools do not have canteens, and students can only bring lunch boxes. If they are in good condition, they can prepare an insulated box.Available here...

She couldn't help shaking her head.

After all, it is a wealthy private school with an independently contracted canteen that can provide affordable lunch and dining venues. These students have to bring their own bento to school, and even the quality and color of the bento have to compete with each other. .

It turned out that the canteen was not so deserted.Anyway, lunch is also an important part of social culture in Japanese middle school campuses. Groups of good friends like to come to the canteen for dinner, even if they bring their own bento.

But now, Ayanokoji died in school.The case has not yet been solved, and everyone has become tense. Except for the classroom and the necessary club activities, no one is willing to go one step further.

For example, the laboratory behind them is usually gloomy, and it is the site of science masters, and now no one cares about it. Even the teacher has to form a team of two to check, for fear that someone with a knife will rush out from some corner. murderer.

As for the event building where the incident occurred, it has already been cordoned off.All the indoor clubs were moved out, and were arranged by the student union in an empty classroom with better sunlight in the south, as a temporary activity location.

The students all ran away, which was convenient. Song Xueguang touched all these places.Thanks to the relationship with the village, she easily got the backup key from the teacher in charge.

Turned around a few times and found nothing new.

She was still thinking, and a figure flickered in the corner of her eye.

Then, a man sat down across from her carelessly, and put a white dinner plate beside her.

"Hello--"

As soon as Songxue looked up, a pink bubble exploded in front of her eyes.She froze for a moment, then took a closer look, and it turned out to be Bunta Marui.

"Now you dare to walk around alone, it seems that you are the only one." He didn't rush to start, the chopsticks were still placed by the plate, his hands were pressed against the table, and while chewing bubble gum, he tilted his head and raised one side of his mouth. Eyebrow.

"Could it be that you want to lure the snake out of the hole?"

Songxue didn't answer, just stared at him for a while.

Marui couldn't help shrinking his neck under her clueless eyes, and exaggeratedly stuck out his tongue: "No, are you still thinking about the past?"

She shook her head: "The fingerprint test came out. I received a notice from Police Officer Mochizuki last night."

The brisk smile on the red-haired boy's face immediately settled down.He quickly corrected his posture, moved closer, lowered his voice, and changed his tone: "How is it?"

"It's about the same as I guessed. Except for Yukimura-kun, only Ayanokouji's own fingerprints are clear." Matsuyuki sighed, "She may have been to the women's tennis club that day, so it's not surprising that she carried a tennis ball with her in her sportswear."

Marui let out a meaningless "ah" and spit out a bubble, which soon popped again.

He frowned slightly, didn't say anything, took out the wrapping paper from his pocket, spit out the bubble gum, rolled it up and threw it into the trash can at his feet.

"So, it's time to re-investigate?"

Songxue shook her head again: "I haven't finished the investigation, how can I say it again? It's just to adjust the direction."

"That's hard too..." Marui hesitated to speak, "You didn't encounter anything today, did you?"

"Oh, I'm eating alone, it doesn't matter." She replied calmly, "Don't worry, if other people really think it's me, they will only be more afraid of me."

It made sense to him, he leaned back on the back of the chair, relaxed, and snorted, "They're all cowards, they can't ask anything."

"Thank you." Songxue said.

"...Huh?" Marui didn't react for a while, and blinked his eyes in confusion.Then, he laughed again, "But, it's useless."

"Don't be so anxious, I still have an idea." She looked at him thoughtfully, "You gave me a little inspiration just now..."

"What?" he asked.

"Before I'm sure, I still need to think about it." Songxue replied.

The high-spirited genius boy suddenly felt very bored, so he could only focus back on his lunch.

Neither of them said a word, only heard the occasional slight bump of chopsticks against the dinner plate.

Finally, Marui couldn't hold back anymore, finished the soup in one gulp, put down his chopsticks first, and said with determination: "When are you going to find Yuko?"

……

"I don't think we need to be so sneaky." Songxue looked around the corridor, and then looked back in front of herself.

The red-haired boy cautiously leaned against the wall and looked in through the gap in the window. She couldn't help reminding: "We didn't come here to seek revenge, what about it?"

"Hush——" Marui raised an index finger to his lower lip, and looked at her with a complicated expression, as if saying, you don't understand.He gestured and pointed in, and Songxue followed suit.

This is a music classroom, with a slim figure sitting in front of the piano.

The afternoon sun shone on Yuko Matsumoto, the side face facing the corridor was surrounded by bright soft light, and her hair was also dyed a layer of gold.

At this moment, Songxue couldn't help thinking of Yukimura, she subconsciously put the two together and imagined...

In fact, it's quite a match.

Maybe everything was fine as Marui said before he appeared?

Matsumoto flipped through the score, and after a while, the melodious music came out of the classroom and echoed in the corridor.

On the blue Danube, Matsuyuki looked at Marui, he nodded and signaled with his eyes to continue waiting.

"it's here?"

"Of course not, wait a moment..." He stood up straight, looked around, then decisively took her hand, walked through the back door of the classroom, and entered the next door.

This room is obviously a storage room. Although it is more spacious than the music classroom, there are almost no traces of use.

It can be seen that it has been a while since the last time the students came to clean.There was a thin layer of dust on the ground, and the musical instruments and other teaching supplies were covered by white cloth. At a glance, there were faint black shadows on the ground.

"Isn't it usually locked here?"

"Well, for the convenience of students practicing the piano, this place is not locked, but everyone generally brings their own musical instruments, and few people use them." Marui explained, "And there are surveillance cameras outside the corridor, no one will come here to steal things yes."

"Then we are?"

Songxue stood by the piano stand, looked left and right, and raised an eyebrow at him.

"There is another room inside." Marui opened the front curtain and pointed to a door in the corner, "It's a tool room, connecting two classrooms."

Then the classroom next door is——

She seemed to understand something, stopped asking, and followed quickly, carefully avoiding the dusty broom and mop in the dim light.

Marui illuminated the front with the light of the mobile phone, pushed aside a bunch of broom handles, pressed another door on the wall, and slowly opened it while turning back to give her a silent gesture.

The door opened without a sound, and the sound of the piano became clearer. After being amplified by the empty classroom, the subtle movements on their side were completely covered up.

The door to the tool room was originally hidden under the curtain in the corner. They came out of the door, just right, being blocked by the slanted desk.

Songxue still didn't understand what he meant, and poked him on the back.

Marui turned his head, his light purple eyes were shining brightly from the sunlight outside the window.He mouthed and said: wait and see what happens.

Songxue silently took out the phone and shook it.

Marui was stunned for a moment, and when he understood, he also took out his mobile phone and checked the text message she sent: Why is she here alone?

— not alone.

Marui replied: Matsumoto Yuko has a group of followers wherever she goes.

Songxue asked: Then, what about people?

He put down his phone and raised his thumb towards the window: here.

Songxue looked out the window, in the corridor they left just now, through the curtains of the classroom, a little black shadow could be vaguely seen swaying.Oh, it came quite fast, just passing them.

She withdrew her gaze and gave Marui a smiling look: You are very skilled.

His expression froze slightly, and then he said nonchalantly, which is called good observation.

"Well done, Watson." Songxue said.

"... Shh!"

Not long after, the back door of the classroom was gently pushed open, Airi Kawahara walked in cautiously with two cups of milk tea, Miya Xiaoshiro closed the door for her, and the two walked to the front row of desks and sat down.

There were still their schoolbags and open books on the table, obviously they had gone and returned.

After playing the blue Danube, Kawahara graciously brought the milk tea over.

"I'm sorry to bother you," Yuko Matsumoto took a sip, "It doesn't taste the same?"

Kawahara smiled: "Well, there are not many people going to the canteen now, and the part-time students are very distressed, trying to find a way to develop new flavors."

Matsumoto's expression darkened slightly, and the smile that floated up because he was immersed in the music faded: "Everyone has worked hard."

"Yuko—" Kawahara whispered.

"It's okay, don't you still have to go to the teacher to get your homework? Go first, don't wait for me, I want to be quiet for a while."

"Alone?!" Kawahara opened his eyes wide, obviously disapproving, but he didn't say anything, and turned back to seek Xiaocheng's opinion.

Xiaocheng also shook his head, the two of them could only pack their schoolbags, and then quietly left through the back door.

Matsumoto didn't continue to play the next piece. After turning over a few pages of the score, he still sat there quietly.

"Didn't I say, don't follow me anymore?" She said calmly, then stood up from the piano bench and turned to the door.

The black shadow swayed and quickly slipped away, and the corridor was filled with the sound of boys fleeing in panic.

Only one person remained strong, stood up from the door, and said hesitantly: "Yuko, everyone just cares about you..."

"Afraid that something will happen to me?"

Songxue and Marui hid behind the desk, with their backs to her, unable to see her expression at this time, but could hear that her voice was much colder, not as polite as before.

Perhaps it was because there were not many people present at this time. In front of the remaining loyal follower, Matsumoto Yuko finally gave up that perfect demeanor, her tone was tired and impatient, and her words were more straightforward.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I don't need it."