Four Seasons Murder

Thinking about it, I still put it in my pocket.

In class, Suzuki was completely unable to pay attention to the lectures.He put the crumpled photo paper in the textbook and flipped through it after a while, but he didn't even hear Mr. Itakura calling him to answer the question.

When get out of class was about to end, Suzuki was too lazy to think about the photos.I didn't listen to almost anything in this class, who should I ask to copy the notes after class?

Suzuki saw Mr. Itakura leaning against the bed and holding a textbook to give a lecture.Teacher Itakura teaches English. His pronunciation is very nice. I heard that he has studied abroad, so he is not blunt at all. At the end of the sentence, the intonation will hang slightly, with a very mellow feeling.

Listening to Teacher Itakura's beautiful tone, Suzuki went down again to take out the photo paper from the textbook.This photo is too unlucky, it's better to get rid of it.

Looking up again, Suzuki happened to see several groups of desks and chairs outside the window being pulled up by workers.Probably new desks ordered for some community classrooms on the fourth floor, it would definitely be much less laborious to hang them up to the fourth floor than to move them up.

Sensing the shadow outside the window, Itakura-sensei didn't care much when he looked back.

There are people from other classes downstairs in the physical education class. The girls wear sports clothes. In summer, they will wear shorts, and all of them will show their snow-white thighs...

The boys group not far away seems to be practicing pitching, and one boy is resting under the shade of a tree.Suzuki recognized that it was Ozaki-senpai, the ace pitcher of the Japanese Academy Baseball Club, who had participated in the national competition.He doesn't participate in pitching practice presumably because coaches, club managers, and team doctors are asking him to throw a limited number of balls per day for the sake of his arm.

At this time, the physical education teacher walked towards Ozaki-senpai, and the two had a dispute.Suzuki guessed that it was probably because Ozaki-senpai's arrogant attitude was not very good, which angered the teacher. The physical education teacher dropped a ball in front of Ozaki-senpai and left.

Ozaki-senpai reached out to pick up the ball, threw it up twice, and suddenly threw it towards the back of the physical education teacher.The physical education teacher was also a strong man, and he hit the ball flying with the scoreboard in his hand as soon as he turned around.

The ball hit the side of the slate, so the slate miraculously stayed intact, but sent the ball flying towards the classroom building along a weird line.

Suzuki noticed that the ball was going in the wrong direction, and was about to shout a reminder, but was too shocked by the scene in front of him to make a sound.

The ball, traveling at 120 kilometers per hour, just hit the rickety desks and chairs outside, and then crashed into the classroom.

Suzuki just watched in a daze as the glass next to where Mr. Itakura was standing was suddenly shattered, and the glass shards covered his whole body strangely. The teacher kept howling and struggling, and finally fell on his back in front of the podium, vertical A piece of pointed and long glass passed through the chest at once.Blood kept coming out of his mouth and chest, soaking the ground all at once.

Itakura-sensei just twitched a few times on the ground and didn't move.

At this moment, this scene is just like the Polaroid photo in his hand.

The class was silent for a few seconds, then burst into screams as the dismissal bell rang.

Suzuki thought he might be the only one who saw the whole thing.

Itakura teacher's accident was composed of many coincidences.If Ozaki-san didn't throw that ball or didn't throw it with all his strength, if the physical education teacher didn't hit the ball with the edge of the scoreboard or the scoreboard broke, if the desks and chairs carried by the workers at that time were not near the glass window that Teacher Itakura was leaning against , if the pointy glass is a few centimeters away, every if will bring a different ending to Mr. Itakura.

Suzuki lowered his head and raised the corners of his mouth, silently stuffing the photo paper into his schoolbag, listening to the screams of the people around him, seeing some timid girls even fainted, thinking, he returned to the position of a bystander up.

Tomino in the third grade saw an unsigned letter in the shoe cabinet when he was changing his shoes.

He opened it and found that there was a Clips photo paper inside, so he suddenly remembered that two days ago, after school, he and some friends saw a junior who looked very rich and was about to borrow some money, when he suddenly appeared An unremarkable first-year student came out with a camera and sneaked around and didn't know what to take, so he threatened him to hand over the photos to himself.

The first-year boy was not afraid of being threatened by a senior who was more than ten centimeters taller than him. He just showed an unpleasant smile and said that he would give himself the photos he took in two days.

Originally, I really wanted to beat him up, but when I saw that smile, I felt terrified.

Tomino turned the photo paper, saw the content on the photo paper, couldn't help but sneered, and threw it into the trash can.

Two hours later, Tomino collided with the math teacher when he was going upstairs and had a dispute. During the pulling, Tomino fell down the stairs, and was pierced through his mouth by the teaching aid compasses that also fell down the stairs, and died on the spot.

Nakamura gently lifted the girl's skirt, stretched his claws towards the girl's thigh and stroked it, but he was still talking about the topic seriously: "This way, put x in..."

"Teacher..." The girl trembled and tried to escape, but her claws went deeper.The girl thought desperately that Mr. Nakamura would really harass the students.

When the school leaving bell rang, the girl ran out of the office choking with sobs and pulling her clothes with her exercise book, Nakamura stretched comfortably.

After packing his things, he drew the curtains and locked the doors and windows. When he was about to leave, he found an envelope at the door of the office, which was written to himself.

There was only one photo inside. Looking at it as a photo of a murder scene, Nakamura thought it was a prank played by a school girl he had molested to get revenge on him.

The next morning, Nakamura was found in front of the school church, smashed into four pieces by a silver cross that had loosened over time from the church roof.

"It's really hard to be the dormitory supervisor of the elementary school students. You don't even need to cook and wash clothes, but you also have to urinate." Otsuka, the dormitory supervisor of Tsubaki Hall, said viciously, "See if I don't beat those little bastards to death. "

Otsuka is young and beautiful, but his grades were not good at school, so after graduating from high school, he found a job as a dormitory supervisor for elementary school students.

Work.It's just that the work is hard and tiring, and the elementary school students still cry a lot, making it seem like she is about to enter menopause early in her early twenties.

Although she knew there was no need to vent her anger on the children, every time she thought about it, it was because of these little beasts that she had to work day and night, sleep well, eat well, and clean up their stinky bed-wetting sheets. Rough skin is not what men want, so she couldn't help but use heavy hands when teaching the children.

"Teacher, there is a senior brother over there who asked me to give it to you." A little girl walked over timidly and handed Otsuka an envelope.

Otsuka patted the little girl's head as a thank you, and then put the envelope aside.

Before going to bed, I suddenly remembered the letter, took a look at it, and immediately threw the photo on the ground in fright.

A few days later, Otsuka accidentally broke the plate while cooking, and fell on the fragments of the plate in a hurry, and was instantly disfigured by the hot oil pan under the witness of the dormitory supervisor who was cooking together in the kitchen.

It's not over yet.On the way to the hospital for first aid, there was a series of traffic accidents again. When the ambulance was thrown out, it was severely dented sideways by a utility pole. Otsuka on the emergency bed had died.

When sorting out Otsuka’s belongings, Otsuka’s family found a photo in a drawer, which was exactly what Otsuka looked like in the ambulance—in the dilapidated ambulance, the expression on his disfigured face could hardly be seen clearly , and the distance between her upper body and lower body was [-] centimeters.

Treasure 2 of the [-]nd Festival Town Society

Honjo and the second-year Takano, the vice president, walked into the club activity room of the photography club and found a note on the table.

"Senior, lend me the camera for a few more days, Suzuki"

Ben Zhuang touched his chin: "It's okay to borrow a few more days, but why don't you come and tell me yourself?"

Takano pulled out a chair casually, sat down and collapsed: "President, you lend that camera to Suzuki, and lend it to me when he returns it."

Honjo laughed and said, "When you become the president, you can use it however you want."

"However," Takano turned his head to Honjo and settled down, "what's so special about that camera?"

"It's nothing special, I haven't used it before." Honjo said, "The seniors who have graduated say it's best not to use it, and they didn't give a reason. But anyway, I'm not curious."

Takano said, "That's right, curiosity killed the cat."

"That's right, you are the kind of person who, if someone says they want to break the appointment for some reason, you must break the casserole and ask the person why."

Ben Zhuang laughed.

"By the way, the school seems to be very restless recently." Takano sighed.

"Yeah, it's all accidents." Honjo said, "But it's because they were all accidents that I feel so evil."

"I hope it doesn't happen to us," Takano said.

Ben Zhuang said with a smile: "Haha, how can you be so bad. Don't say unlucky things..."

In the community classroom, two boys were lying face to face on the table and chatting. Outside the community classroom stood a boy holding a camera.

Looking in from the glass window on the classroom door, the heads of the two people touched each other, appearing very close.

The boy couldn't help but raised the camera in his hand.

"Could you help me, classmate?" Someone suddenly said from behind.

The boy put down the camera in fright when he heard the voice, turned his head, and saw someone standing behind him holding a document that was higher than his head.

Hospital 49 poked his head out from behind Gao Gao's documents: "Are you free, classmate? Can you help me move to the health room?"

After the boy carefully put the camera away, he went to the 49th courtyard and took half of the