When Gin loses the nether filter

A week later, Didan Middle School, lecture hall.

The red curtain is closed tightly, and the audience has gradually begun to fill up with students.

From elementary school to high school, each class will have a few representative students, as well as teachers of each grade, and several professors from famous psychology schools such as the University of Tokyo, Kyoto University, and Keio University.

There was even a young man in a police uniform sitting in the first row.

The young man's appearance was very attractive, and many young teachers and even female students around him kept looking over there.

Kenji Hagiwara maintained a smile on his face, but felt quite depressed in his heart.

Who would have thought that he would be sent by Police Officer Megure to serve as the representative of the Metropolitan Police Department?

Although it is not difficult to pick a policeman with a good image and temperament from the first search section, Hagiwara Kenji does have unique capital, and having him represent the Metropolitan Police Department can be regarded as adding credit to the policemen.

"I don't know if I will meet Miss Xiaolin..."

The young man thought depressingly: "It's actually at this psychological lecture when we meet again."

This reminded him of the investigation that had made some progress this week.

On the side of Yota Yamamura, he has a vague idea. From some minor information, he can discover the other side of Yota Yamamura hidden under the identity of a mediocre convenience store owner.

It is dark and rebellious.

Just not enough evidence.

And if Yota Yamamura was that kind of person, how could he be threatened by Kenmurae so easily to kill him?

Hagiwara Kenji vaguely sensed that there were some people or things that he had overlooked in it—something between the two, that connected the two of them...

He came back to his senses and looked at the stage again.

The speakers of this psychology speech conference include many well-known psychology experts in the industry. Everyone has about half an hour of lecture time, and the content focuses on social hot spots and student life.

There will be a ten-minute break between each speaker on stage, which is not only time for the next speaker to fully adjust the equipment on the stage, but also allows students to have room for questions and exchanges.

In the seating area of ​​the primary school students, Kudo Shinichi was listening to the whispers of the teachers in the front row with his ears up.

"I heard that this lecture was mainly due to the... reason of the child last month. The police responsible for that case sent representatives to come..."

"It's that handsome policeman, right? I saw it."

"Oh, what a pity. Although the girl's family is not good, she has always worked hard."

"I heard their class teacher say that the child is still preparing for the art competition for high school students, why is it like this..."

The boy slowly frowned.

A month ago...was it the high school senior who committed suicide?

After that incident, Shinichi saw the information of the senior through the relationship between his father and the Metropolitan Police Department.

The handsome girl in the photo smiled shyly, and the inexplicable sense of familiarity reminded Shinichi of the senior she passed by when she went downstairs.

This kind of feeling of watching the victim step by step towards death without knowing it made Kudo Shinichi trapped in this case and unable to extricate himself.

He wants to find out the truth for his strange schoolmate.

However, after judging the suicide, the Metropolitan Police Department made a conclusion on the cause of the suicide through the reports of several teachers and classmates.

——"Students at this age are nothing more than a few reasons why they can't think about it. Didan Middle School has a good school spirit, there is no campus bullying in their class, and this girl's parents have always loved their only daughter. After all the calculations, it can only be that she can't stand it. Heavy study pressure."

——"The teacher also said that this child is working too hard and pushing himself too hard. Not only must he study well, but he also participates in some art competitions in his spare time. How can he bear it at a young age."

Speculations like these eventually brought the case to a hasty conclusion.

And Shinichi tried to run back and forth, searching for information, but finally broke in the middle of the road.

It seems that the senior sister chose to die for this reason.

The boy slowly withdrew his thoughts, but he always had an intuition that made him feel uneasy.

At this time, the curtain on the stage gradually opened, and the first speaker had already appeared on the stage.

The beautiful girl with long hair beside her whispered, "Xinyi, I heard from Sonoko that Mr. Kobayashi from our counseling room will also be on stage."

Kudo Shinichi replied absent-mindedly: "Is that so..."

"Well, it seems that Mr. Kobayashi is the last one to give a speech, um, I don't know what the teacher will say."

The boy gradually regained his composure, turned his attention back to the speech on the stage, and discussed some simple psychological issues with the girl in a low voice from time to time.

The speakers came one after the other, and Kudo Shinichi yawned, and when he rubbed his eyes, his eyes wandered, and he suddenly noticed a strange man with a hunched back and a peaked cap on the side of the corridor leading to the backstage of the curtain. The figure hurriedly followed the young woman in front and walked towards the backstage.

And the young woman in the white dress seemed familiar.

Kudo Shinichi squinted his eyes strangely, and unconsciously said: "That person..."

Mao Lilan noticed that You Shunran was muttering, and followed the other party's line of sight.

"Eh?"

The girl wondered, "Isn't that Teacher Xiao Lin?"

"... Teacher Kobayashi?"

Kudo Shinichi repeated: "You mean, Teacher Kobayashi Nae?"

Xiaolan nodded: "That's right, I met Teacher Xiaolin on the road when I came here, and she is wearing this white dress today."

"White dress..."

Shinichi muttered in a low voice, and Fu raised his eyes to look over there again, the two of them were almost walking into the backstage.

The boy squeezed his fist, turned his head and said, "Xiao Lan, I'll go over there and have a look. If the teacher asks, just say I went to the bathroom!"

"Eh—Shinichi..."

Kudo Shinichi walked quickly through the crowd with his head down, relying on his small body, he quickly slipped to the backstage.

The strange thing is that there is no one in the backstage at this time, with costumes and props scattered on the ground, and a few staff members are also immersed in their own work, so that the new one needs to walk lightly and sneak in.

He couldn't find the figures of the two people at first, and wandered around the background for about ten minutes before stopping in front of a room with a closed door.

【broadcast room】

Xin put his ears close to the door, and could vaguely hear a little movement inside.

"...you are sick...I am..."

"I know...you want to..."

"..."

Damn, it's so vague.

The boy frowned and slowly raised his hand, intending to turn the doorknob quietly.

Suddenly, someone tapped on the shoulder from behind.

"!!!"

Kudo Shinichi was so shocked that his face froze, he turned his head after a pause, and met a pair of puzzled eyes.

"Xinyi? What are you doing here..."

Mao Lilan whispered: "The teacher just signed the roll call, you have been away for too long, so I came to you..."

The boy breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest, and complained in a low voice: "I'm scared to death, Xiaolan."

"cough."

He covered his lips and said in a low voice: "Go back and listen to the speech first, I have something strange..."

He spoke vaguely, not quite sure himself.

The girl frowned unhappily, but finally nodded and said: "...well, I..."

She hadn't finished speaking when suddenly, there was an ear-piercing "sizzling" electric sound from the radio, like a start-up sound.

And just at this time, the podium was in the middle of a break, and everyone looked around in confusion, looking in the direction of the broadcast.

The radio first heard the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, like some messy objects.

No one knew what happened.

The grade director in charge of management frowned and contacted the staff: "What's wrong? Is there anyone in the radio room now?"

"Yes, there should be someone."

The person on the other side of the phone was dazed and nervous, and stammered his explanation.

"Just now, volunteers were arranged to move the props piled up in the background into the broadcasting room... But, maybe they touched it by mistake...?"

Hagiwara Kenji was drowsy after listening to the speech, and at this time he was awakened by the sound of electric current, rubbed his eyes, looked up and squinted in the direction of the backstage.

"what happened?"

He was at a loss.

After about a few seconds, a young girl's slightly trembling but still calm voice sounded on the radio.

"Watanabe-sensei, what do you want to do?"

Hagiwara Kenji immediately became serious when he heard the voice.

"--is her."

The young man pursed his lips, then stood up, raised his hand and patted the shoulder of the person in charge in front: "Excuse me... where is the broadcasting room?"

The young man smiled politely, but his tone was unquestionable: "Sir, we are investigating a case. I suspect that something may have happened in the broadcasting room. Would you mind taking me to have a look?"

The person in charge was still in a daze and didn't react. Just as he was about to say something, the voice of an older man sounded on the radio again, with some vague madness.

"Xuzi... don't hide, you know I won't hurt you..."

The man seemed to smile, and his voice was a little erratic: "You know... I love you, Xuzi..."

Hagiwara Kenji noticed that when the person in charge in front of him heard the name "Oko", his expression suddenly changed.

He tightly grabbed the edge of the clothes on the person in charge's shoulders, and asked in a deep voice, "Who is Xuzi?"

Then he said: "Take me to the radio studio, and talk while walking!"

The person in charge was sweating coldly. While wiping his forehead with trembling hands, he said in a low voice, "Xuzi...Xuzi is the name of the student who committed suicide by jumping off a building last month."

……

At the door of the broadcasting room, Kudo Shinichi was knocking hard on the door.

He yelled: "Hello—? Is there anyone in there?! Please open the door!"

Looking at the bewildered girl next to him, Xin spoke quickly: "Xiao Lan, you go outside and ask the police officer to come over first. I will guard here and see if I can open the door!"

The voice on the radio continued, and the disgusting slow tone of the middle-aged man spread throughout the lecture hall.

"Xuzi...you are my most satisfying work of art...why did you run away?"

"I love you—every scar on your body is proof that I love you—"

"Why, why did you leave?! Obviously I treat you so well, I can give you whatever you want..."

There was noise and panic in the lecture hall, the psychologists were discussing with each other, the teachers and directors were sweating profusely organizing the students to leave, and the police were already on their way here.

The young girl's low voice sounded, implying panic and disbelief: "Mr. Watanabe, you, you mean—"

"Is there any relationship between you and Ooko-san?"

The man gave a weird laugh: "Xuzi...what are you pretending, stop playing tricks, you can't hide..."

"You have no friends...family is not in Tokyo...I'm the only one you can count on."

"do you understand?"

"Xuzi."

Kudo Shinichi tried every means to open the door, but it was in vain. He tried to interrupt the situation inside by making a sound, but the man inside seemed to be isolated from the outside world, persistent.

The boy listened to the conversation on the radio with a straight face.

In connection with his investigation of that senior sister Xuzi, he gradually reconstructed what happened in his mind.

"hateful--!"

He punched the door so hard that the back of his hand was already bruised.

"That guy mistook Kobayashi-sensei for Oko-senpai!"

Shinichi thought of the long white dress that Kobayashi Nae wore today, the delicate and beautiful appearance of that young female teacher, and the long hair very similar to that of Oko-senpai.

"Ms. Kobayashi—!"

The boy slammed on the door and shouted, "Can you hear me?!"

Xiao Lan clenched her fists worriedly.

She wanted to go to the front to find the police, but she was very worried when she saw that You Xunran was here alone.

So much so that she was anxious and unbearable at the moment, not knowing what to do.

"Watanabe-sensei, you need to calm down, Ooko has... passed away."

Kobayashi Nae's heavy voice sounded slowly.

The psychologists in the lecture hall frowned when they heard this.

"This is not good... The prisoner obviously has a mental illness. Rushing to break the other party's fantasy may cause external stimulation to the patient..."

"Isn't that Miss Xiao Lin a psychological counselor? How could she make such a mistake..."

"Young girls, it's fine not to scream in this situation, don't be too harsh, Yoshida!"

"..."

There was a moment of silence on the radio, and the entire lecture hall fell into a tense and suffocating silence.

Everyone could hear the rapid heartbeat in their chest due to excessive tension.

It is hard to imagine that the truth of a case is unfolding before their eyes.

After a few breaths, the man's subtly distorted voice sounded as if it was about to explode in the next moment——

"You lied to me……?"

Kudo Shinichi stared.

not good!

Just as he was about to slam the door, he saw the door handle pushed down from the inside, as if someone opened the door in the radio room.

The boy was caught off guard by the door that opened suddenly, and fell back against the wall.

The girl who rushed out had long hair, and she couldn't hide the panic between her brows and eyes. Her eyes fell on the two children at the door, and there was a flash of surprise in her eyes.

She shouted in a low voice: "—you go!"

"Um?"

"That's terrible... Where did these two children come from?"

"Oh, I won't play it off."