5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

Like a thunderbolt exploding in the air.

It's not that I haven't thought about the consequences of what I said, or what kind of reaction Gojo Satoru will give.

People always only want to hear what they are interested in, and I am no exception. Of course, I hope to only hear his affirmative answer, not the ambiguous answer that I have to figure out by myself.

For that fraction of a second, my brain was on overload.

The thing of courage suddenly struck, beyond the safe range I had always been in, and vigorously spread outward.

Answer me quickly.

I am anxiously waiting--

The shallow laughter is like the petals falling into the pond—it was originally in the air, but for some reason it couldn't land, and finally it could only land in a pool of spring water.

"Wait for me a little longer," he said, "I'll be back soon."

What a sly guy.

I thought angrily, doesn't this answer my question at all?

It seems to be a leapfrog foul, and the answer makes people's heartbeat, but in fact, I still haven't been able to get a glimpse of his heart.My depression seemed to reach him through the radio waves, and Gojo Satoru replied in a bewildered tone as if he was trying to appease a younger generation——

"I'll be back soon, so don't be mad."

"I'm not angry." I just felt like everything was a mess and I said, "I'm going to keep driving and get back to you later."

After hanging up the phone, I started thinking.

The logic of Gojo Satoru should be very simple——

"Because you miss me, then I will try to get to you as soon as possible."

Looking at it this way, the logic is completely correct, and there is no wrong answer, but the problem lies in our relationship.

If it is a lover, this is a perfect answer.If it is not a relationship between lovers, how to interpret this passage?

What's even more shameful and what shakes me is that my heart is moved, just because he said it too bluntly, "to your side" is an irresistible spell, and once he blurts out its charming effect, it will work crazily, full The weeds on the ground have grown into grass walls.

I squeezed the steering wheel, thinking: I hate word picking.

The phone rang again, and it was not Gojo Satoru who called me this time, but the police officer Sato who was working with me today.

"Hello?" I asked, "Did you find Mika Miyamoto's boyfriend?"

"In fact, it's precisely because of this that I want to ask Ms. Yizhi..." There was a rustling sound when she was flipping through the paper, "Miyamoto Mika's phone and SNS don't seem to mention this boyfriend's name, At present, I only know that he has excellent grades and is quite sure of being admitted to the University of Tokyo. According to Mika Miyamoto's frequent compliments on him, his appearance should also be good...but..."

"But?"

"There's no photo of them together, not a single one."

I asked curiously: "Not at all? Not even the kind of photos that cover the face with stickers?" Some people don't like to show their faces, so they will cover the key information with stickers after the photo is taken.

"Not at all. There are only photos of the items on SNS, and there is not a single photo of the other party. It is really strange."

Judging from Mika Miyamoto's high-profile sharing of her love affairs with friends around her, she is definitely not someone who will hide love, and even enjoys this feeling very much. Do you share all pictures of couples on SNS?I think it is very difficult, unless there is something that can override her personal will and give her an absolutely irresistible order——

Couldn't this person be her mysterious boyfriend?

Police officer Sato continued on the other end: "The only information we found about the mysterious boyfriend is that he and Mika Miyamoto were classmates who had been in the same cram school for a while-it seems that Mika Miyamoto has not yet successfully pursued him. When he was, now we will continue to trace his identity and whereabouts, and at the same time, we would like to ask Miss Yizhi to go to the cram school and ask about the child."

"I understand."

"Miyamoto Mika was in the third class of the cram school. About two months ago, she mentioned to her friends that she fell in love with the boy in the second row and third seat at first sight, and then he became my lover."

I asked, "You didn't even mention the other party's name?"

"No……"

No wonder it has become so difficult. It is reasonable to say that it is not difficult to search for information on a high school student according to the police's methods, but they just can't find the mysterious boyfriend, as if he is the one who evaporated from the world.

I agreed, and then drove the car towards the cram school, and arrived at the destination soon.

It was the afternoon of a weekday, and it was not yet time for the cram school children to file out. I quickly found the third class in the high school that Officer Sato said.

The children are still in class with their heads bowed. From time to time, they raise their heads to look at the chalk writing on the blackboard. Of course, I can't go in and disturb them. Although I am still a sophomore in high school, they are all preparing for the later entrance. I can only look at the glass window outside. Look for the seat that Officer Sato said.

However, before I looked carefully, I found that there was an obvious vacancy among the teachers. It was clearly an elite cram school with a tight quota. It was strange that there was still a vacant position.

"The third seat in the second row—" I recalled Officer Sato's words.

Isn't it the vacant seat in the classroom now?

It was still far enough away from the end of class, so I had no choice but to go to the person in charge and ask for a roster of this class, and I also found a name that I had a little impression of—Long Zhifeng, which seemed to be the one that Kise gave me the contact information last time. My child, but the case was solved last time, so I haven't contacted this student. It turns out that he, Mika Miyamoto and her mysterious boyfriend are in the same class.

By the way, I also learned the name of her mysterious boyfriend: Shota Hasegawa.

I asked the teacher in charge whose eyes were full of wrinkles: "Has Hasegawa Shota not come to the cram school recently?"

"Ah, that kid?" He rested his chin and recalled briefly for a few seconds, and then told me, "It's been a long time since I've been here."

"The seat is still reserved for that child." I asked, "Is there any special situation?"

"Hasegawa said that he may come back to class at any time, and hope that his seat will not be moved... After all, the person involved has said so, and the tuition fee has been paid, so we reserved the vacant seat for him."

"Did Hasegawa-san say why he couldn't come to class?"

"It's just because of the family... It's not easy for us to ask."

I thought to myself, plus he paid the money on time, so the teachers in the cram school don't think it matters, right?

"Do you have any other impressions of that child? Or if there is something you care about, anything is fine." I opened a new page in my notebook and pretended to listen carefully to make the other person let go of their guard. , most people will still think carefully about what to say next.

Sure enough, after seeing my actions, his impatient expression gradually eased a little. Under my (as much as possible) sincere gaze, he began to pick out things about Hasegawa Shota from his memories.

"Hasegawa-san... he has excellent grades, good popularity, and outstanding appearance, so he is very popular among girls. Some teachers don't like his flirtatious attitude, and some people regard it as a The entrance to higher education battlefield is a holy place, and he has some complaints about him, but there have not been any major quarrels... only one time, it seems that there was a quarrel because of the guard."

"Someone wants to buy his omamori," he said.

I prick up my ears—

Oshou, Oshou again.

"Student Hasegawa's blood surged up suddenly, and he pulled the opponent's collar and punched the bridge of the nose forcefully. The strength was beyond everyone's imagination—" He recalled the scene at that time, and unconsciously touched his chest with his hand. The bridge of the nose confirmed whether it was intact, and then said: "The other party was beaten with blood all over his face, and even went to the hospital. However, Hasegawa's family offered a large amount of compensation, and this matter was suppressed."

"This is the only thing that left an impression on me about Hasegawa-san."

I wrote down keywords such as "abnormal behavior" and "violent blood" in my notebook, and I planned to wait until the person in charge left to complete the notes.

"That's right, that's right, I remembered one more thing—" The person in charge who had already turned his back and planned to leave suddenly turned a corner, looked around and then leaned down and said mysteriously: "Student Hasegawa seems to like it very much." Go to the abandoned building next door, that is, the holy place to jump off the building to take pictures... He seems to be very obsessed with these, can this be considered intelligence?"

I saw him rushing back and thought it was some shocking news, but after listening to it, I couldn't laugh or cry and said: "I understand, thank you for your cooperation."

"Also, the kid likes to go to the third floor of the abandoned building and look down from the seat directly opposite his classroom."

"Do you even know that?"

"You don't doubt me, do you?" He raised his eyebrows halfway in anxiety, "Hasegawa once put a small note of his essay in the test paper and handed it to the teacher, we just happened to see it accidentally... "

Seeing that he was really flustered, I had no choice but to nod my head in thanks.If it weren't for their unintentional actions, maybe they wouldn't be able to get this information.

The guard, the abandoned building, the suicide who jumped off the building... and the first person who fell was all in that building.

Sure enough, I still have to check it out.

After putting away the tools, I checked the time.I sent an email to classmate Long Zhifeng, saying that I hope to make an appointment with him, meet him after class, and ask for a favor.Then I went to the downstairs of the abandoned building next to it. Looking inside from the street, it was still the same. The sky became cramped and oppressive, and the top of the head became like an airtight wall of air. The light that leaked in was not like light, but like Transparent flocs fall in the air.

I still can't feel the breath of the curse.

I wanted to go upstairs to find out, but the vigilance of unknown dangers made me sober again.People who are most likely to die in horror movies are those who explore unknown maps alone. I am very clear about my ability to act. In case of an accident, I may not be able to escape unscathed.

With that in mind, I called Gojo Satoru——

As soon as it was connected, I heard the sound of the wind chime hitting the bell and the creaking sound of the door.

What store is he in?

"In the end?" he said, "what's the matter?"

During working hours, I put aside those distracting thoughts of asking him personal questions and continued to talk about work.

"It's actually like this..." I briefly talked about the cases and clues I found today, let Gojo Satoru understand the situation, and then asked: "Mr. Gojo, last time we explored this abandoned building together, I remember No trace of the curse."

It's no wonder that the police thought too much, so many weird things were intertwined, but none of them could be dusted, which inevitably made people's hearts float and full of doubts.

I was standing in the aisle between the two buildings, looking up at the third floor, which is Hasegawa's favorite location, and I couldn't see any traces, it was clean.

Gojo Satoru said, "'At that time' there was indeed nothing—"

"That is to say, it is possible to change now?" My shoes stepped on the concrete floor, and I moved slowly to observe the surrounding area.

Gojo Satoru was silent for three seconds, and he asked, "Are you in that abandoned building now?"

"No." I immediately denied, "Am I the kind of person who sees the danger and rushes up without even considering it?"

I thought Gojo Satoru would say "no", but he said leisurely——

"It's hard to say."

Then the voice became tense, "The status of the curse may change at any time. After all, it is born from the heart of a person and cannot be controlled. The absence of a curse for a while does not guarantee that the whole life will be clean and pure, but there is only one thing. It can be determined that it will not be a good thing in most cases if it has something to do with the curse."

"I agree with that very much," I said.

At this time, I walked to a floor tile. The tile here seemed to be a little different, and a line was drawn on it with white chalk.I squatted down, intending to take a photo for preservation, while I replied Gojo Satoru:

"Mr. Wujo, are you concerned about me?"

A gloomy cold wind blew past my head at this moment, like a scraper brushing past my neck, I subconsciously tightened my body, intending to observe why there was such a line on the ground, and I answered Wu Tiaowu: "Mr. Wujo, I'm going to take a picture, I'll hang up first—"

"Crack-"

what sound?

Something seemed to splash out, blurring my vision.The red liquid seemed to be warm and splashed onto my skin, and the white shirt was also stained with a color that shouldn't exist.Where the white line was originally drawn on the ground, there is now a dead body lying on the ground. On the young man's face, there is a perfectly fixed corner of the mouth, but it has become distorted by death, at least it does not look like he is smiling. , as if being ripped out.

Like, like a broken cricket that falls to the ground.

This face is what I saw in the person in charge's registration form just now—the face of the mysterious boyfriend of PUA Mika Miyamoto, Hasegawa Shota.

My hand holding the phone also became weak when faced with a life that decayed without warning, and I couldn't hold the phone anymore.

Shota Hasegawa fell from the building and landed right in front of me.

"what sound?"

Wujo Satoru's voice probably came from some extremely distant place.

"... the end?"

"In the end?"