When Gin loses the nether filter

Half a month ago, Kobayashi Naihui was reading obscure theoretical books in the psychological counseling room while drinking hot milk tea comfortably.

Suddenly, a message reminder popped up in the lower right corner of the computer.

She raised her eyebrows, raised her hand to move the mouse, and clicked in.

It was a chat room whose main color was silver and white, and the title on the top line was "silver" in cursive font, which was low-key and mysterious.

There are not many members in the chat room, and the avatars of each member are based on a uniform black background, plus a symbolic icon.

For example, the member who just spoke has a brown heather pipe on his head, and his name is "Sherlock Holmes".

[Holmes]: Has anyone paid attention to the suicide case of a female high school student in the news?

Kobayashi Naihui paused for a moment, thoughtful.

The suicide case of a high school girl...

Isn't this the incident that made a lot of noise in Didan Middle School a few days ago, and recently closed the case hastily and made it into the newspapers?

I heard that the girl committed suicide by jumping off the building because of too much pressure from studying?

Xiaolin Nahui didn't put much thought in school these days, because Margo told her that the adult recently accepted a new subordinate, Zhu Xingda, who was very thick-skinned.

While organizing gangsters in the name of an adult, while constantly inquiring about the information of the adult, it can be seen that they are plotting something wrong.

Both she and Jinji Yamamoto were encouraged by Margo to find trouble with that guy, so they didn't pay attention to the case for a while.

This chat room brings together news sources from various sources. No one knows the identity of the person behind each ID, but everyone must have some means on the Internet, otherwise there is no chance to enter this chat room.

The members didn't know why the chat room was called "silver". They only knew that there were two administrators, one had never been online, and the other was a lady who was proficient in criminal psychology.

That is Nae Kobayashi.

On weekdays, everyone often discusses various social hot news in the chat room, and is also willing to share some of their own clues. Members can also apply for private chat with each other, but they cannot jump out of this chat room or go beyond the administrator's authority to contact other side.

The "Sherlock Holmes" who spoke at the moment is obviously a Sherlock Holmes fan. After all, his head is the pipe that Holmes most often holds in his hand.

Kobayashi Naihui knew that he was a detective, he knew a lot, and he also had news outlets in the police, but he seemed young.

So she thought for a while and replied.

[Administrator x]: I know a little bit, do you have any questions?

[Holmes]: Well, I think the truth is not as simple as the police investigation. Does x have any clues?

clue……

Kobayashi Nahui frowned, and was about to reply when she heard a knock on the door.

So she put it aside for a while, looked up and looked outside the door: "Please come in."

The door was pushed open from the outside, and a middle-aged man with a low temperament came in, with long curly hair tied into a small braid on the back of his neck, and the temperament of an artist was very obvious.

When he saw Kobayashi Nahui, he was obviously taken aback.

"gentlemen?"

Kobayashi Naihui smiled gently and said, "Do you have any questions you want to consult? Can you come and sit here first, do you want a cup of hot milk tea?"

The man hesitated and slowly closed the door, then sat across from Kobayashi Naehui, and said in a low voice, "Hello, Mr. Kobayashi, I'm Fukuyama Watanabe...a sophomore art teacher..."

Nahui Kobayashi nodded slightly while making notes on the computer: "Okay, Mr. Watanabe, is there anything you want to chat with me, just treat me as a friend, let's chat casually."

The girl's tone was gentle and gentle, with a calm smile: "Ms. Watanabe looks a little tired. Didn't you rest these days?"

She reached out to one side to pick up the teapot, poured a cup of milk tea, and placed it gently in front of the man.

The white porcelain cup made a crisp sound when it collided with the table.

The consulting room played melodious and gentle music, such as light piano sound, and the curtains on the other side of the window were also drawn to both sides, and the green plants outside the glass appeared full of vitality.

The sun slowly fell on the ground, reflecting the shallow tree shadows.

In such an environment, Fukuyama Watanabe visibly relaxed.

He held the white porcelain cup with both hands, his fingers were unconsciously scratching the wall of the cup, his eyes were a little dark.

"Mr. Xiaolin...I've been having nightmares recently."

He said slowly: "Whenever I dream, I will be woken up with fright, and then I always have a hallucination, thinking that the things in the dream will appear in reality...so I can't fall asleep again..."

The man clutched the cup irritably: "I haven't had a good night's sleep for nearly half a month, if this continues - I can't stand it at all!!"

Kobayashi Naihui reassured: "Nightmare is a very normal thing, everyone will encounter it, it's okay, why don't we talk about what you dreamed about? Some things are not so scary, right?"

"—No, no!"

Fukuyama Watanabe's face froze, he shook his head violently, and looked up at Nae Kobayashi: "Absolutely not!"

He kept turning the white porcelain cup nervously, thinking brokenly: "I can't describe it, it's too unscientific, I know it's all fake, I know...it can't happen again, after all, it's been half a month ..."

half a month?

Kobayashi Naehui couldn't help noticing the man's repeated mention of words.

She looked at the art teacher in front of her calmly, and she didn't know what she thought of. She asked, "May I ask, which classes does Mr. Watanabe teach?"

The girl smiled naturally: "Speaking of which, I may also teach the high school in the future, although I am still teaching the children in the middle school."

Watanabe Fukuyama paused, and said vaguely, "Just, classes one, two, three."

"Is that so..."

Kobayashi Naie blinked: "By the way, Mr. Watanabe, our consultation room has a special treatment for nightmares, which can allow you to have a peaceful dream. Do you want to try it?"

She smiled and comforted: "I don't need you to describe any more nightmares."

Watanabe Fukuyama slowly rolled his eyes, and his eyes fell on the girl in front of him. He put down his hand holding the white porcelain cup stiffly, and finally nodded: "...Okay."

The girl led the man to the curtain at the back of the consultation room, where there was a folding bed in the infirmary, sky blue.

She motioned: "Please lie down here."

"Ok."

"So here we go."

"This is just a little hypnosis, please focus on this picture, and then silently say in your heart—"

……

"Ok."

The girl calmly looked at the man on the bed whose eyes were blurred and his consciousness was not clear.

The smile on her face had long since disappeared, replaced by a palpitating calm, her eyes slightly cold.

She said: "Thank you for allowing me to go deep into your dream, so now, please tell me, what is the relationship between you and Fujii Ooko from class two (two) in high school?"

……

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"Teacher Watanabe? Teacher Watanabe?"

The girl's soft calling gradually became clearer.

Watanabe Fukuyama opened his eyes in a trance, feeling that he had fallen into a long, distant and quiet dream. He hadn't had such a peaceful and comfortable sleep for a long, long time.

He rubbed his eyes, got up from the bed, looked at the girl who was looking at him with concern, and couldn't help smiling: "Mr. Xiaolin, I feel much better."

There is a lot of emotion in the tone of the rest of the life after a catastrophe.

Kobayashi Nahui bent her eyes: "That's great, but..."

She pursed her lips slightly: "Teacher Watanabe, this method only treats the symptoms but not the root cause. I suggest you come here every two days. Only by persisting for a long time can you beat the nightmare."

The female consultant is probably used to dealing with children, and she always speaks with a coaxing meaning, which makes people laugh and relax unconsciously.

Watanabe Fukuyama said with a smile: "It's okay. If Mr. Kobayashi doesn't feel disturbed, I can report every day. Anyway, the art teacher usually has free time."

"Ah."

Kobayashi Naihui responded briskly, with the corners of her lips slightly hooked: "This is the best."

Fukuyama Watanabe stood up and bowed politely to Nae Kobayashi to bid farewell: "I really thank Mr. Kobayashi this time, then I will leave first and don't bother you."

"Okay, Mr. Watanabe, see you tomorrow~"

Kobayashi Naihui sat back in her seat, humming an unintelligible song in her throat, although the corners of her mouth were raised, there was no smile in her eyes.

She opened the chat room that she had neglected for a long time without rushing, and saw a lot of new news in it.

"poker", whose profile picture is a white dove wearing a top hat, spoke most actively.

【poker】: Is it the Didan Middle School incident? !

【poker】: That incident was a big deal, our teacher has been using this to educate us (stick out tongue)

[Holmes]: ...Are you a student?

[poker]: That's right, don't you too!

【Holmes】: When did I say I was a student?

【poker】: hey hey

[Warrior]: Idiot, you must be from Didan Middle School, right?

[poker]: ah ha ha ha I'm not, cut

[Warrior]: Could it be Faul?

【Sherlock Holmes】…………… You said I’m not a student anymore, hey!

[Warrior]'s head is a mahogany sword, which matches his name very well.

Seeing this group of guys bickering happily, Kobayashi Naihui almost deviated from the topic, and could feel the speechlessness of "Sherlock Holmes" across the screen.

The curvature of the corners of her mouth became wider, and she raised her hand to type.

[Administrator x]: If the truth is true, probably the real culprit who caused all this has escaped

The chat room was silent for two seconds.

【Holmes】: What do you mean?

[Administrator x]: Literally, only a foolish policeman would judge the case presumptuously. Who would have thought that the villain who forced the girl to commit suicide is at large?

[Holmes]: ...X, what do you know?

[Administrator x]: Ah, is our big detective going to enforce justice?

Kobayashi Naie went offline after replying to this sentence, and ignored the follow-up in the chat room.

She slowly opened the school's activity schedule, and saw the psychological lecture half a month later.

"Well……"

The girl said softly, "Just this day,"

"Justice or something,"

"Of course the bigger the fuss, the better."

At the same time, on the roof of the teaching building, a 12-year-old boy was sitting against the door of the stairwell, holding his mobile phone tightly in his hand, and the screen of the mobile phone stayed on a silver-white page.

He frowned and gritted his teeth.

"What does she know..."

"Damn it, the real murderer—"

"Who is it?!"