why the god of the world

The next day, he woke up early in the morning.He opened the closet, took out several sets of clothes, and matched them one by one.

"No, why should I attach so much importance to this date?" He cupped his chin with his hand in depression.

No matter, since it's started, let's do it well.

Kaya dressed up in a fancy dress and went out.

When Imai Hideichi, who was wearing a gray coat, saw Kaya's attire, he was silent for several minutes.

"What do you want to eat?" Lu Mi sat down, seeing that there was only a glass of boiled water in front of him, he immediately asked for the menu, and opened it with great interest. "I brought enough money, you can order whatever you want."

He has a charming smile, if the sun rises today, it will be defeated by his brilliant smile.

"Just give me a caramel macchiato." Imai Shuichi couldn't cheer up.

"Okay." Kami called the waiter, and when he asked for caramel macchiato, he emphasized it. "Big cup."

Imai Hideichi didn't know what he was showing off.

When the waiter left, Kaya held her face and smiled at Imai Hideo. "It turns out that you are not a ghost."

Hearing his words, Imai Hideichi pushed the wide glasses frame and smiled. "I look a little like a ghost."

Kaya made a negative voice and shook her head. "You are the most human-like person I have ever seen in school."

"Thank you." Imai Shuichi said, "Your compliment doesn't make me happy at all."

Kami smiled.

Their order came quickly.

"I asked you out today because..." Imai Shuichi took a sip of caramel macchiato. "I see you're at school and you've been trying to talk to me."

Kaya was surprised, "Why can't I talk to you."

"You must talk to anyone in the class..." Imai Shuichi paused, "Anyone, whoever talks to you, you must answer, except me. You are not allowed to talk to me, you must treat me as a dead person. "

Kami frowned, "Why?"

"Why?" Imai Hideichi sneered, "Because, I'm dead."

Kami's brows furrowed even tighter.

"That's what I want to tell you." Imai Hideo finished a cup of caramel macchiato, then stood up, "I'm going home."

"I'll see you off." Kami also wanted to stand up.

"No need." Imai Hideichi stretched out his hand to press his shoulder, pushing him back on the chair. "By the way, there is one more thing. You didn't stay in school after eight o'clock last night. Do you know?"

"Huh?" Kami said, "I stayed."

When Imai Shuichi heard his honest 2 answer, he almost didn't immediately go up and beat him to death, "No matter who asks you, you have to say that you went out to play last night and came home late, and you didn't stay in school."

Kami chuckled, "I told Mr. Yamamoto that I saw a beautiful woman last night and had dinner with her, so I went home late."

"Very well, you can say the same to other people."

"Why?" Kami asked again.

"Don't ask why?" Imai Hideichi was impatient.

"But Edogawa and the others know, I'm with them." There's no hiding it.

Imai Shuichi was silent for a while.

"Maybe they told me out last night." He remembered that they were caught on the spot.

"No." Imai Hideichi answered him with a decisive attitude that made people feel suspicious and scary.

Kami pouted.

"Take care of yourself." After Imai Shuichi finished speaking, he left without looking back.

Lu Mickey will take care of himself, okay?

He watched through the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows that Imai Shuichi had already walked out of the restaurant, and he put the money on the table. "Pay." Then ran out.

Before Imai Hideichi walked far, he watched Kaya follow him.

He pretended not to see him.

Kaya didn't intend to say hello to him either, but just walked past him quickly and bumped into his arm accidentally.

After he walked away, a note was stuffed into Imai Shuichi's hand.

Imai Shuichi opened the note, which not only contained a mobile phone number, but also contact information on various social networks.

Imai Shuichi: "..." This guy is really good at attracting bees and butterflies.

Kami lay in bed all day on Sunday, and he would take out his cell phone to check from time to time, but there was no message on his cell phone.

Just as he sighed, ready to end the day.

A new friend invitation came to his phone.

The corner of Kami's mouth couldn't help but curl up, feeling better.

"I won't go to school tomorrow, you should pay attention to yourself, you have to remember what I told you."

"Okay." Kami agreed, and then sent a cute emoji.

The other party sent a row of dots.

Kami went to sleep peacefully.

When he woke up the next day, he was especially happy to go to school.

He was in a good mood and smiled at everyone he saw.In this gray sky, in this lifeless school, his performance was particularly abrupt.

He still stepped to the classroom, his next door was empty, just like Imai Shuichi said, he did not come to school today.

When the everyday becomes un-ordinary, something is bound to happen.

The people in the class always thought that they couldn't see Imai Shuichi. Because of their performance, Kaya once wondered whether he was the only one who could see Imai Shuichi.But when Imai Shuichi was really away, everyone in the class began to behave abnormally.They have to pay more attention to this position than usual.When Kami casually raised her head, she met countless people's gazes.

At this time, they pretended to see Kaya.

Kami knew that she was good-looking, but their eyes were not admiring her.

The bell for class rang.

Shikaya was surprised to find that Ayaka Edogawa, Inoue and Maki Fukami didn't come to class.

When he was about to take out his mobile phone to contact them, Mr. Yamamoto came in.

His eyes swept over Kami, and Kami put down the phone inexplicably.

The class was still boring, and Kaya dozed off unknowingly.

The slain is right next door to you.

next door?

The last class in the afternoon is physical education class, and everyone happily went to change clothes.

Kaya slowly walked and fell to the back.

The classroom of Class [-] of Senior Two is the last classroom on this floor, and after that is an abandoned classroom, which is said to be used for placing idle tables, chairs and tools.

Kaya held a pen in his hand and threw it on the ground.The pencil fell to the floor and rolled forward, slipping through the gap under the door and into the unoccupied classroom.

"My pen." Kami sighed softly, then ran to the door of the next classroom with small steps.

The lock of the classroom was broken. Kami twisted it, but it didn't open. There should be something behind the door.

He frowned, then pushed forcefully, and it took several pushes to open the door enough to slip through.

Kami slipped through the gap.

As soon as he entered, he couldn't help coughing, the dust here was too serious.

He waved the air, then put his hand over his mouth.

When he looked up, he immediately frowned.

It's not like a classroom, it's like a laboratory.

The big dusty table is full of chemical experiment tools.An unknown bed with iron chains on it.

Kami looked around, the ceiling here has lost the general decoration, and the surroundings are wrapped with black wallpaper.

He suddenly felt that this was not a laboratory, but some kind of pagan place of worship.

Kaya is very exploratory, just when he was about to lift the wallpaper, the iron chain of the outside door rang.

He turned his head, with half of his head behind the door, a pair of dark eyes staring at him.

Kaya bent down and picked up the pen on the ground. "Teacher, my pen accidentally rolled in." He smiled.

Mr. Yamamoto didn't know how long he stayed there watching him. "Come out."

Kaya walked to the door calmly, and then got out.

"Don't walk around, if you don't have a pen, you will be gone." Mr. Yamamoto said.

Better than dying.

Kami nodded, obediently expressing that she understood.

"I'll take you to the gymnasium." Mr. Yamamoto stood by his side like the most stubborn soldier.

Kami smiled and said, "Teacher, I know how to get to the gymnasium."

"I'll take you there." Mr. Yamamoto closed the door and spoke in a tone that did not allow him to object.

Kami didn't insist.

The two walked on the road in silence.

They just passed the stairs of the back mountain, which are the eight incredible stairs of the legendary campus.

Kami found a topic to chat with him, "Teacher, look, I heard them say that after nightfall here, the stairs will become thirteen floors. When you count to thirteen, the door to another world will open .” When he talked about this legend, he used a teasing tone, obviously not believing it.

Mr. Yamamoto looked down at him, pulled up the corners of his mouth twice, and smiled. "Don't listen to their nonsense."

"I think so too." Kami nodded.

Mr. Yamamoto continued: "There are only thirteen floors of stairs here."

Kami couldn't help but stop.

The sound of the well suddenly filled his ears.

"One, two, three, four...twelve. What, there are only twelve floors."

"Let's go." Teacher Yamamoto saw him stop, put his hands behind his back, and urged him to move on.

His hands are cold.

Kaya's body trembled, and the tie floated in the air, as if someone reached out and pulled it.

They continued to walk past the physics and chemistry classroom, where students were doing experiments.A student holds a flashlight and shines the light forward.

"It's just the flashlight flickering, but it's not broken."

If the dead body is hanging in front of you and looking at you, her body is dangling, and her toes occasionally fall, blocking the light of your flashlight, then is the light flickering?

"There are also rumors about Hanako in the toilet, right?" Mr. Yamamoto recalled that incident. "Let me tell you secretly, it is said that Ms. Hanako is in the third toilet. When you knocked on the door of the third toilet, she was already staring at you."

Kaya's breathing gradually became heavy.

The gymnasium is right in front of you.

"Kayaya-san." Mr. Yamamoto called him.

Kami looked up.

"After school today, take me to the coffee shop where you met Miss Friday."

why are you goingWhat are you trying to prove?

Don't go, we may not meet her again.

Kaya wants to ask a question, wants to deny it.

"Ok."

Under the pressure, he chose the worst way to deal with it.

The author has something to say: Happy Christmas Eve