5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

Because of the generosity and generosity of that gentleman, my gift to Gojo Satoru was finally settled, and a stone in my heart finally landed smoothly.

Gojo Satoru's birthday is almost counting from time to time, I always give one of sunglasses and cufflinks, but according to my observation, sunglasses are more practical for him.

The next day, when I got up from the bed, I was still sleepy. I woke up half asleep, washed up, got dressed, and there was no one who was making a lot of noise beside me. Still not waking up from the breathless dream.

"I'm not used to it." I muttered and began to prepare breakfast.

I was by the sink in the kitchen, putting sliced ​​tomato slices into a sandwich. I opened the refrigerator and realized that I didn't buy sliced ​​ham, and I didn't have bacon to eat, so I had to eat a vegetarian sandwich.

Strange to say, I didn't have the habit of adding meat to sandwiches before.Gojo Satoru stuffed sliced ​​ham for me on his own initiative after seeing my breakfast mix, and this habit has stuck.

He is indeed more particular about eating than I am.

I'm going to visit Didan High School today, but there are also police officers present, so I'm just an accompaniment for a formality.So I can't mention how much work enthusiasm I have, just thinking about doing my job well is enough.

When I got to the scene, there was already a policewoman with short hair waiting.The tail of her hair was raised slightly, like the external manifestation of the vitality in the body. When we saw me, we first showed our ID to show our identity, and after notifying our names, we began to talk about work.

A police officer named Miwako Sato is lively and outgoing, and talking to her is not burdensome.

"There is another colleague today, but I asked him to help buy breakfast. By the way, has Miss Yizhi had breakfast? Do you want to bring one for you?" She took out her mobile phone as she spoke, as if Going to call for a copy for me.

I quickly stopped: "I've already eaten, thank you Officer Sato for your kindness, don't bother."

Not long after, another male police officer trotted over with bags of water and food.

The police officer named Takagi took out a bottle of Pocari from the bag and handed it to him: "I bought three servings of water, and this one is for Miss Yizhi."

"Thank you." I took it and asked, "Have you made any specific arrangements for today's search?"

He took out his notebook: "It's mainly about the class and age of the student who fell from the building, as well as the questions from the faculty and staff... In addition, there are also her relatives, friends, and club members."

Sato and Takagi first went to ask the faculty and staff, while I went to the class of the child who fell from the building. I didn't expect to bump into a familiar face before I even got close to the classroom.

"Miss Yizhi?"

Mishima-san was chatting with the boys in the same class by the window. Unlike the casually leaning by the window, he maintained a serious upright posture. When he saw me, his eyes widened, as if he saw that there was no existence. hallucinatory--

"I, did I read it wrong? Why is Ms. Yizhi here..."

It turned out to be self-denial.

"Hello, Mishima-kun." I saw him standing in front of the door of Class B of the second year. I guess he was also a student of this class. It just so happened that the suicide victim was in the same class as him.

"It's really Miss Yizhi?" He murmured in a low voice, said to the classmates next to him, "I'll talk to you later", and then took the initiative to greet him, not forgetting to straighten his school uniform and tie.

I originally wanted to smile at his cute little thoughts, but suddenly I thought of myself-don't I also want to have everything in front of the person I like?

"Why are you here?" He first looked at me politely, and then looked around, seeing that I came alone, he was even more puzzled.

If I hadn't been dressed in professional attire, there might have been a misunderstanding.

"Actually, there are some things that require the cooperation of the students in class B of the second year. That's why I came here." I don't like to give people unnecessary blank fantasy, and directly state the purpose of coming here, and the work shall prevail. , I said: "Mishima-kun knows about the falling incident last week, right?"

"That's it..." The disappointment in his tone was too obvious, but he quickly regained his composure. He walked to the window of the classroom and pointed to one of the seats——

"This is the seat of Mika Miyamoto who fell from the building." He said, "After the incident, no one has touched it except for the police who came to check it."

There was only a vacuum around that seat in the classroom, and the children took the initiative to avoid it, so the place where the deceased was alive became the only isolated island in the noisy classroom.

It's just that there are ugly things written on it——

"Die", "idiot" and the like, there are also some unsightly words, but most of them are talking about stupid, bad brains and so on, and there is no other humiliation.

"How was the grades of the deceased Miyamoto-san during his school days?"

Mishima shook his head.

"I see." I sighed, took out the photo from my pocket, and said to Mishima, "May I bother you for a while? There are a few things I want to ask."

"Sure." He said, "I'm the class monitor, and I've been questioned by the police about some things a few days ago. Speaking of which, is there really an inside story in this case? But I also think Miyamoto-san didn't commit suicide."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because she was looking forward to it a few days ago and said 'This Christmas, I will go on a Disney date with my boyfriend', and chatted with the girls in the class about what new shoes to buy to match the skirt... because the chat was very It was very hot, so many people heard about it. No one would have thought that she would..."

I nodded.

Since there are female classmates who can talk to each other, it doesn't look like a bullied target who will be scribbled on the desk?

Seeing my doubts, Mishima took the initiative to explain: "The writing on the desk was written by Miyamoto the day before he fell from the building—she wrote it herself."

"what?"

I looked at the crooked characters on it again, because it was too simple, and it was hard to find that it was the same person's brushstrokes without looking carefully.

"Everyone in the class saw it...everyone remembers it. Right?" He asked the male classmate who was waiting beside him, who nodded.

"Is there no sign of it?"

"If you have to say... the results of the quiz have come out, does it matter that Miyamoto is not satisfied with his scores?" The boy scratched his head after speaking, his eyes were full of confusion: "but I don't think this is the case. As for making people go crazy, right? Besides, that guy's grades are not usually very good...it's strange that he suddenly became someone who has high demands on his own grades."

Mishima also smiled bitterly and said, "So no one thought that such a thing would happen."

"Have you ever seen this thing?" I handed them the photo I took out just now, it was a blue omamori.

"This? You know, the academic defense that is very popular recently, it seems to come from a cram school, it is said to be very effective - but only top students can get it, it is said that it will not be passed on, that is to say, But we have seen it before, but we just don’t have the chance to have it.” Speaking of this, he changed the subject again, “But most of those who asked for the shou were originally top students with excellent grades, and their grades are still very good after that. I don't think it has anything to do with Oshou?"

"Doesn't Miyamoto-san with poor grades also have an omamori?"

"I don't know, I don't know her very well."

After that, I asked other students in the class, as well as members of the victim's club, and they all gave similar answers.

"Meixiang? That guy's brain is not working well. He was still a hot girl until the first year of high school. It was not enough for his attendance rate, but he restrained himself a lot after he entered the second year."

"Society activities are nothing more than borrowing a place to have afternoon tea, study? I have nothing to do with her."

"Recently, she has been yelling that she should study hard, because her boyfriend from another school plans to take the entrance examination for Dongdae, and she also wants to go together, but Dongdae can't just pass the exam. Could it be that she thinks she is a real person" at the bottom of the list? Spice Girls'?"

"However, Meixiang has taken good notes in class recently, and she doesn't skip classes much... The attendance rate seems to have improved a bit. Anyway, it's better than before, and we won't say anything to hurt her."

"She seems to be too impatient, hoping that the results will come out immediately, so she tried her best to find someone else to get the wards that are only issued in the circle of honor students. But it's just superstitious, and it can't really help her improve her grades. I think it's too I'm in a hurry."

"Didn't she say that after the results of the monthly exam came out, she would go on a date with her boyfriend? So none of us expected that it would become like this—"

At this point, the speaker couldn't help but stop.

I was very curious about the boyfriend who ran through the entire plot, and asked, "Have you seen her boyfriend?"

Everyone shook their heads and said, "I don't know."

"Have you seen the photo?"

"No, Meixiang hides it very carefully. If we hadn't heard her call her boyfriend, we would have thought she was a fictional person."

I closed the notebook and said to them: "Thank you for your cooperation." Before I left, I saw the girls' school uniform skirts and exposed thighs after being shortened, and I couldn't help saying: "It's cold, be careful Keep warm."

After a round of questioning, I had a general understanding of Meixiang's image.

It is now known that Meixiang has a mysterious off-campus boyfriend who has excellent grades and is aiming at the University of Tokyo. Meixiang seems to be particularly obsessed with him, and even started to do her most hated studies seriously, just to stay with her boyfriend in the future.

She also spared no effort to obtain the academic ward that is only circulated among top students and is said to be very effective.

And the Christmas date agreed by Meixiang and her boyfriend seems to be related to the results of the monthly exam?Could it be that the date will fail if you don't reach a certain score?

I jotted it down in my notebook and thought: Isn’t it too ambitious for couples to fall in love now?

But just because of poor grades, unable to date, he fell down the building and committed suicide in a fit of anger... It's too...

No, I shook my head again.

Seems absurd, but not necessarily impossible.

Thinking of things in a bad direction, what if Meixiang's boyfriend did something wrong?Not to mention that some boys will deliberately belittle the woman, making them feel that they are losers who can't do everything, and then manipulate their spirits, and even worse, they will even give hints of death.

For example, "If you can't even do this, I don't need you, you might as well die" and so on——

Thinking of this, I was taken aback by my own thoughts.Before I met Meixiang's boyfriend, an important witness, I shouldn't speculate on his thoughts maliciously.

Let's wait for more clues to judge everything. It is not the right behavior to slander others based on one's own imagination.

After meeting with Takagi and Sato, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon. We didn't have lunch, so we found a seat nearby and sat down, and we briefly exchanged information in the private room.

"Miyamoto Mika was raised by her grandmother alone. Her parents divorced when she was very young, and she followed her mother. When she was four years old, her mother was brutally stabbed and killed by a prisoner more than a dozen times because of a burglary. , while Meixiang was hidden in a closet and witnessed the whole process. Since then, she has been dependent on her grandma, and her grandma passed away last year, so she is truly alone."

"Any other relatives?"

"No."

Takagi handed me the information, which recorded the information of the victim.

Mika Miyamoto is a girl with long straight black hair. She has a pure and attractive appearance, and it is not at all obvious that she used to be a hot girl.

And I talked about her boyfriend. After I finished speaking, I asked: "Can we find the victim's boyfriend? If we can, the work will move forward faster."

I didn't mention my conjecture about pua. I was worried that my preconceived notions would affect the work of solving the case. I didn't expect that the able police officer Sato seemed to have the same idea as me.

"This boyfriend hides himself very tightly, maybe there is something wrong." She said, "Didn't a similar case happen last year? The boyfriend who lives with him is actually a cowboy, in order to make the woman give up on him." , kept belittling his personality, and then asked the woman to be a drinking girl to support him, and then drained the value of the other party and then turned to other targets, but was furious at the station by the woman who could not do without him. stabbed to death."

After finishing speaking, she commented: "The scene was quite bloody, and after being secretly photographed, it was posted on Twitter and then went viral."

"I know, it's big news." I said, "Speaking of which, didn't a similar case happen not long ago?"

For example, in order to support the cowherd he likes, he simply quit his day job to be a wine hostess, and eventually contracted a disease, and the cowherd completely abandoned her, and then committed suicide by jumping off the building in frustration.

"Ah——really, I hope that male student is innocent, otherwise the matter will be serious." Police officer Sato ended the conversation by clenching his fist on the table. Chopsticks said, "Shouldn't love be equal?"

I was hungry too, so didn't think much of it.He just nodded and said: "Everyone understands the truth, but it is difficult to actually do it."

I picked up a piece of fried chicken and said, "In love, the role that has always been paid by the other party, will it become a matter of course over time? Once you enjoy the sweetness of being sought after by others, you will become Be stingy with your own sacrifices."

Takagi said: "Love is really a science..."

"That's why there are so many love killings."

"Well, it's hard to refute—"

They were going back to the bureau in the afternoon, and I also said that I happened to be going to the insurance company to pick up the car.I was still very concerned about the mysterious boyfriend of the victim, so after exchanging contact information with them, I hoped to let me know if there was any news, and Officer Sato readily agreed.

On the way back, I received a call from Gojo Satoru. There was a lot of noise on his side, as if he was in a place where the wind was very noisy, but I was wearing earphones, so I could only bear the noise.

"In the end." He called my name, "what are you doing now?"

"What are you doing... of course I'm working." The traffic light ahead was about to switch, I quickly looked up, absent-mindedly listening to Gojo Satoru, and asked him, "Why did you call me all of a sudden?"

"Nothing, are you home yet?"

"No." I watched the pedestrians coming and going on the sidewalk through the car window, waiting for the lights to be changed.

"Has the car been repaired?"

"Well, I'm driving."

I don't understand why he asked these trivial things. Could it be that he is idle after work?Because of distraction, I can't understand his current feelings very well, so I can only respond to what he says.I even had an absurd thought—Gojo Satoru seemed to be confirming something.

"How about work?"

If he is in front of me, I can probably imagine his smiling face.

What popped out of my mind was Officer Sato's sentence——

"Things seem to be getting worse." He said it unconsciously.

After Gojo Satoru heard what I said was not good, he cut down about 30.00% of the frivolity, filled in some reassuring tone, and asked: "Is there any problem?"

"Ah... no problem. The investigation of the incident is still in its infancy, and there are still many doubts that we haven't figured out yet. The police will provide the results of the detailed investigation, but there are no traces of the curse so far." I said, "'Window' did not observe traces of the curse, so it can only be classified as an ordinary social case at present."

This time it's my turn to ask the question.

"Where is Mr. Wujo?" I wanted to ask him if his work was going well, but what came out of my mouth became another bold sentence: "When can I come back?"

Ah... what am I so anxious about?Anyway, he will always come back, and the birthday won't run away?

"Hmm—" Gojo Satoru's voice was like rising water waves, "Did you miss me?"

Along with the tail sound of falling to the ground, there is also a green light that switches to the passing color.

Except for Gojo Satoru's casual utterance, which made people startled and subconsciously fall into a nervous joke, the road in front of me was unimpeded, there were no pedestrians, and even the traffic flow seemed to be invisible.

What surged into my heart at this moment, apart from the courage generated by the distance after knowing that we were separated by thousands of miles, was also a warm and hot emotion.Recalling the words I heard today that made my brain swell, I suddenly felt that I was like a small boat going retrograde, and the resistance that hindered me was "inequality" and "lack of courage".

Really annoying.

Why do I care so much about what he said casually all the time?Am I a frightened sea bird?

"right."

"I miss you a little."

Is every feather on this seabird's wing mean, urgent, and easily frightened?No, she should still have a rebellious, willful, and retrograde way of flapping her wings.

"Is Mr. Gojo thinking of me?"