I am forced to collect

Green Girls High School, art room.

According to the ranking of the cost of college, medicine is the first.

Art is not the top of the list, and it can never be said to be low. If it insists on ranking, it can squeeze into the top four.

Whether she can pass the exam, how much the tuition fee will be, and whether she will repeat the exam are not things that she often thinks about when she is still a third-year junior high school student.Her family is not bad, and her parents haven't put pressure on her, so she only wants to stick to her daily practice and draw a few more paintings that satisfy herself. It couldn't be better.

After coming to the art room so many times, what the girl likes most is a painting made by a person she has never seen.

Clean strokes, interesting composition.

"Is this a drawing of a comet?"

The girl was taken aback for a moment, she turned her head to look for the owner of the voice, and saw a black-haired girl in a sportswear walking beside her at some point. terror.What she said was a question, but her tone was determined, and she didn't need anyone else's answer.

The weather was calm, and this picture was constructed in the girl's mind.

"It was torn in half." The black-haired girl sighed.

The girl pursed her lips, and pursed her lips angrily: "No matter who did it, it was too much."

(Obviously such a spiritual painting.)

This painting was not finished, Chunyan thought, many places on it could add a few more layers of color, and some were stunned by the color lumps and water, the painter probably had not had time to remedy it.

"It's not necessarily made by people who hate this painting." Chun Yan said suddenly, "Look, the only scar on this painting is a simple tear in the middle. If it is someone who hates or hates this painting, after tearing it off I'd love to tear it up a few more times or crumple it up, but this painting—"

(Whoever ripped up the painting obviously regretted it the moment it was over.)

After the girl listened, she was eager to ask something more, but the black-haired girl standing next to her nodded slightly and left the art room without hesitation.

She couldn't help feeling a little regretful, picked up her art tools again, set up the drawing board, and continued to draw the unfinished pictures before.

The hand holding the paintbrush rose and fell, and she suddenly remembered the painting she had been staring at for a long time.

Many people in the school began to discuss that the painting had something to do with supernatural events, so they should throw it away quickly, but everyone was afraid that if they lost it, they would really be hated by ghosts, and no one dared to do that.The teacher pretends to be blind, and the students pretend to be dumb.

But that painting, and other paintings by the owner of that painting—all so distinctive.She thought, if possible, she would really like to get to know the owner of this painting.

Suddenly, she paused, and accidentally rubbed the wet paint on the side of her palm.

——Did someone talk to her about this painting just now...?

In this private girls' middle school, Chunyan accidentally discovered someone she met before.

——The other party's long purple hair stuck to her cheeks, wearing a junior uniform, her arms were slender and weak, standing alone by the toilet, surrounded by people coming and going, and she was separated into two worlds.

Maybe it's because this time it's not in a dangerous alley, and there is no bad teasing in high school. The weak girl who leans quietly against the wall is much less nervous and uneasy when meeting for the first time, but more indifferent and out of place.

The scene of people kept passing in front of her, as if flowing through her purple pupils, but it was confusing when she looked closely.

Chunyan wanted to step forward and ask her if she knew about the haunting in the green. Suddenly, a few girls with light makeup walked out of the toilet door in twos and threes.

"I've been waiting for Nagi for a long time." A girl who had an internal perm said with a smile, "But it's not too long, won't you be crying and complaining to the teacher that we bullied you?"

"Oh, this is not good." Another girl agreed.

The girl named "Nagi" raised her head and did not refute anything.

When she was about to trot obediently to the side of the girls, her hand was suddenly held, and the slightly hot temperature spread from her fingers to her heart.She turned around strangely, and saw a fair-skinned, black-haired girl with pigtails standing behind her.

"Sorry, I'll look for this classmate on behalf of the teacher."

Chunyan is wearing sportswear, which only makes people subconsciously wonder which class will have a physical education class at the moment, but they don't think too much about it.The stylishly dressed girls saw her calm expression, so the girls didn't say anything more.

After they left, Nagi asked softly, "Last time...was it you?"

She didn't say what "last time" was referring to, and she didn't find out what to say, and her voice was so small that normal people would probably subconsciously feel irritated when they heard it.

Chunyan didn't feel anything. Although she had other identity cards to help weaken the side effect of the "low presence" of the gods, humans who only met her once would still subconsciously forget her existence.

This is not a difficult thing to understand.Do you remember every passenger who took the same bus with you, the waiter who took your order with thoughtful attitude, or the existence of beggars who competed with wild cats on the street?

"Just call me Chunyan." Chunyan took the girl's hand and walked slowly to a place where there were not many people.As the flow of people gradually decreased, the girl who was held by her hand became more and more relaxed. Finally, with a light force, she shook Chunyan's hand back.

"I'm sorry to disturb you suddenly. I just saw that you didn't seem very happy just now, just accompany me here, and ignore me." Chun Yan said.

The purple-haired girl lowered her head and asked after a while, "What are you going to do?"

"Have you heard any rumors about your school being haunted?" Chunyan said.

The person being questioned shook his head first, then nodded, his neck turned red when he realized it, and hesitantly said, "I, I heard them talking, maybe I don't know much..."

"It doesn't matter, I know almost nothing. No matter what, it has helped me a lot." After Chunyan finished speaking, she then opened the memo on her phone, preparing to write down what the girl said.

The girl seemed to be encouraged, and whispered everything she knew.

The first deceased was a transfer student. He was not in good health. After taking a long vacation, he took the exam and got the best result in the school.The cause of death was a heart attack.

The second deceased was her classmate with excellent grades who was knocked off the track while waiting for the train on the platform.

The third victim was a student of the same grade and a different class. She was a very popular and beautiful girl. She was pushed down the stairs, but fortunately she was only slightly injured.

The fourth... I'm on leave at home, I don't know the details.

Many students said it was revenge for the first dead.

A person died in a toilet in a park. He fell ill but had no one to accompany him. He had to face death even though he had a bright future. Revenge due to unwillingness.

What Nagi said is no different from what Chunyan and Odasaku have already found out. Odasaku is now pretending to be a teacher to ask for more detailed information, and Chunyan begins to consider whether to find the third injured girl first, or the first one. Four unknown people.

Seeing Chunyan bowed her head in silence, Nagi struggled for a while, and gradually showed an uneasy expression.

Chunyan quickly said after finding out: "Can I contact you again in the future? Thank you for helping me today."

Nagi's eyes lit up, she pursed her lips and nodded slightly.

When Oda Sakunosuke stepped back to the place agreed with Haruyan, he happened to bump into the purple-haired girl putting down her phone with a blushing face.

After the other party bowed and ran away, the red-haired man was silent for a while and said, "Another one?"

Chunyan: "?"

Just as Sakunosuke Oda finished speaking, there was a commotion outside the window in the corridor, accompanied by the screams of the girls, the roar of the security guards, and the scolding of the teachers, the sound of hurried running mixed with the shouts of the teenager:

"I swear to my death to help Kawakami--!!"

When Sakunosuke Oda saw a strange creature with only underwear on his head on fire and was about to rush towards Chunyan, he quickly took out the black 9mm pistol in the holster under his armpit, and pulled the safety cover at a very fast speed towards the strange creature. shot twice

——The latter suddenly jumped up, rolled in the air in a posture that is almost impossible for humans, and shouted at the same time: "I found Chunyan!!"

"..." The man finally looked at Chunyan silently for a long time.

"Don't look at me with weird eyes like 'my precious daughter seems to have gone astray'." Chunyan couldn't help it.

She saw that the fire on her head had gradually extinguished, but Tsunayoshi Sawada, who was still trembling with her upper body naked, resignedly took out the thin coat that was originally in her schoolbag as a spare, and put it on the boy's shoulders.

"Be careful of catching a cold," she said.

"Kawa, Kawakami-san—" Tsunayoshi Sawada's sky-clear eyes reflected the girl's appearance.

She looked at him very quietly, the light of the day shone into her eyes, as if the Milky Way was flowing inside.

Just as the boy moved his lips, Chunyan suddenly said: "Break into the girls' school with only underwear on, you are dead, the powerful leader of the ten generations of Pengelie."

"This coat can be used as your prison quilt, so you don't have to return it." She added thoughtfully and carefully.

Kokichi Sawada:"……"

(Reborn save me!!!)