[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

"Evening news, last Monday, cleaners found a male corpse in a garbage can in the valley district of Tokyo. The identity of the deceased has been confirmed..."

Mo Xian, who was scooping up golden yellow pine nut corn with a spoon, heard the news. He fixed the spoon in place, and turned his head to look at the picture on the TV screen. At the end of the narrow and deep alley, several black trash cans one person high were thrown away. Turning over, the large black and white garbage bags inside were scattered around, the body had already been taken away by the police, and there was only this flashing scene of the crime scene on the TV.

"What's wrong?" Sister Maureen picked up a shrimp for her with serving chopsticks under the incandescent light in the living room. "Since the identity has been confirmed, it should be easy to break."

Just as she was speaking, another piece of news suddenly popped up on the TV, "This afternoon, an extremely vile family massacre occurred in Setagaya District. The deceased was a family of four from a restaurant owner..."

Seeing this, even Maureen couldn't help but widen her eyes, "Setagaya?"

"Setagaya District?" When going to class the next day, Mo Xian could hear the discussion in the classroom as soon as he entered the door, "Our school is in Setagaya District!"

"Will the school be on holiday?" The students immediately thought, "In order to ensure our personal safety, should the school be on holiday?"

"Don't! Don't take a holiday. Go hiking in Karuizawa next week. Who will take you there during the holiday?"

"It's so scary. My house lives next to the dead Saito's family. The alarm bell rang all night yesterday."

"The law and order is so bad recently, it's better not to go out to play."

"The police department is in Tokyo, and Karuizawa is in Nagano Prefecture. It's fine."

Mo Xian went to his desk and put down his schoolbag, lying on the desk exhausted both physically and mentally, not forgetting to look at Iwai-san's face in front of her who turned her head to watch the discussion of her classmates, her skin under her eyes was black and black, as if she hadn't slept well for a long time He felt that his two swarthy eyes were like a frightened bird, one foot stepped outside the foot of the table, his body was tense, as if there was anything wrong, he would run away.

Mo Xian didn't need to look at her micro-expressions to know that she was scared out of her wits. Brother Iwai's case was delayed due to the sudden two murders—there was also a nasty extermination case—and the police force was insufficient. , only two police officers were sent to monitor the actions of Koizumi Aiko and the organizer of the secret room, Koike Ryo. We didn't get any useful information from her.

It was also because of her frightened appearance that the classmates unknowingly moved away from her. Now she has no friends in the class, which is quite pitiful when you think about it.

But Mo Xian will not sympathize with her, no matter what she knows that puts her in danger, she can always ask the police for help, or to the people in the class—for example, Mo Xian reveals a little clue, Bingdi is a famous private school, can Most of the families studying here are rich and well-connected. Although the students are still young, it is better for her to tell her parents than to bear it alone.

However, what Mo Xian didn't expect was that when she went to the bathroom after class, Iwai-san really came to her.

Mo Xian had just finished flushing the water in the cubicle, and when she opened the door, she saw the restless Iwai-san. She was carefully washing her hands at the sink, humming a song, if she hadn't desperately looked into the mirror, By winking at himself, Mo Xian almost thought she was simply coming to the bathroom.

Mo Xian pretended to go to the sink opposite her to wash her hands. From the corner of her eye, she looked at Iwai's face reflected in the mirror. She hummed a line of lyrics repeatedly, which seemed to be the part of "この大空に钢をひろげ", which Mo Xian recalled for a long time , I just remembered that it was the song "飞をください" that I learned in music class last year. Translated into Chinese, it probably means "please spread your wings and fly high".

Is this to make her escape?

After the other students had left, Iwai rolled his eyes quickly a few times to confirm that there was no one in the cubicle, then walked past Mo Xian and said softly, "Be careful, Karuizawa." I opened the door of the bathroom step by step, and the familiar baby-faced girl Aiko Koizumi was gesturing to push it open. When Iwai opened the door, she smiled and said, "Iwai-san, you are here~"

Mo Xian adjusted his standing in front of the sink without showing any trace, staring at his hands covered with foam under the faucet, but looking at the baby-faced girl in the mirror from the corner of his eye, wondering what happened to Aiko Koizumi , she became more confident than before.

"Class is about to start, you should go back quickly," just thinking about it, Koizumi Aiko suddenly called out to Mo Xian, her voice was full of malicious intentions, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity in the dark, "Mo~ Sang~" Then, she took Iwai's arm and left with a giggle.

"She really said that?" After school, in the tennis club lounge, Keigo Atobe, who hadn't warmed up yet, pulled off the red tie of his shirt, and took off his school uniform jacket, revealing the white shirt he was wearing underneath.

"That's right," Mo Xian habitually sat on the sofa he often came to. Originally, the police put the suspect on the staff member Koizumi. It was as if she had a premonition that she was already in the bureau, but the song Iwai-san hummed and that short sentence made her feel even more uneasy, and it was hard to tell her sister about it—she and Officer Asada were dating, Mo Xian He didn't want to disturb her with these elusive matters, "I think Koizumi-san is monitoring Iwai-san."

Both Koizumi and Iwai had crossed paths with Mo Xian, and Atobe, who was holding tennis uniforms and towels in the cabinet next to the sofa, stopped and turned around, "Wait, you don't know Koizumi Aiko well, right? Will know your name?"

That was exactly what she was worried about.

"No matter how she knows," Mo Xian clasped his hands on his legs, his spine straightened, "she has already targeted me."

Strange to say, whether it is Iwai or Koizumi, they are just girls who are still in high school. In terms of danger, they are far from the Miss Jones she met in the Victorian era, and the taxi crash Nick she met around Letterman. Even the dual personality Eric is on par, but in the live broadcast world, Mo Xian knows that the system is protecting her and can take her away when necessary, but here is the reality, if something happens to her, it cannot be saved at all.

Moreover, whether it is Iwai's warning or Koizumi's malice, they are all aimed at her, and their serious and serious appearance also makes him feel jealous. Mo Xian really can't take their warnings as wind.But contrary to Iwai, she has no psychological barriers to asking for help.Besides, she thought that after Mizuno and Iwai-kun's case, she and Atobe-kun were comrades-in-arms in the same trench. If she had anything to ask him, it would be better than just thinking about it alone. To put it bluntly, even if she died No one will know the inside story, right?

Atobe put the things on his hands back to their original places, reached out to pick up the school uniform jacket that was put aside and put it on, "I'll take you back first."

In the past, after Mo Xian exchanged information with him, Atobu went to training, and Mo Xian went home. Sometimes he had to watch the surveillance video, and he would stay longer until they finished training. So when Atobu said so, Mo Xian Instead, she was a little surprised, "Wait, as a minister, are you going to take the lead in being late?" Speaking of which, she felt a little uncomfortable, stood up and said, "Besides, what Iwai-san said was to tell me to be careful in Karuizawa. , there will be no problem now." She didn't want Atobe to think that she was the kind of girl who made a fuss out of a molehill.

"Be obedient," he came over and held Mo Xian's schoolbag strap, probably because of the height difference, from Mo Xian's angle, he could see a trace of arrogance that could not be refused in the corners of his brows and eyes, and when she saw her looking over, there was a slight softness between his brows and eyes , but still insisted, "It's too dangerous for you to go back alone. As for the training, I will double it when I come back."

"And didn't you say that Aiko Koizumi is likely to have an accomplice?" he said, "You are right."

"How to say?" Mo Xian frowned subconsciously.

Atobe smiled slightly, "On the road."

What else can Mo Xian say [stands out].

Because the training ended earlier than usual, the driver of Atobe hadn’t arrived yet, and the weather was still early and the sun was shining brightly. While waiting in the parking lot, Atobe told her about the three cases discovered by the police, including Mr. Iwai. It's everywhere," he said, "in the secret room, they found two unusual things."

The same is a painting by Mizuno, mixed among the props in the secret room, and the other is a black pen. A week before Iwai-kun’s death, the police found a writer dead on the table in the villa. The writer’s pen holder One pen is missing.

After inspection, a string of red crystal bracelets was missing from Iwai-kun's wrist, and this bracelet appeared in the trash can a week ago.And these deceased, either intentionally or unintentionally caused the death of one or more human lives during their lifetime.

Iwai-kun bears the lives of Mizuno and the murderer Miyamoto. The writer once mocked a depressed patient on the Internet and caused him to commit suicide by jumping into the river. The corpse found in the trash can forced a kind-hearted man to go bankrupt and jump off the building. The restaurant owner’s restaurant Dozens of people were poisoned by food poisoning due to lack of detection, and one person died, but he himself blamed the chef for the crime.

"Serial murder case, it seems that this is a criminal gang that commits serial killings on a weekly basis. The police have not moved yet, is it because they want to catch them all in one go? Last week's Iwai-kun, last week's corpse in the trash can, this week's extermination case And Karuizawa next week," Mo Xian, who had a premonition, calmed down, she sighed, looking at the empty parking lot, "I see, when I was in junior high school, I went out to party with my friends at night. I stepped on the pedestrian bridge at home, and a pregnant woman jumped off the bridge in front of me, and I didn't stop it, maybe because of this reason, they took aim at me."

"It's not your fault," Atobe said softly.

Mo Xian forced a smile.

She doesn't want to live anyway, so why stop her?That's what Mo Xian thought at the beginning. Standing at the foot of the pedestrian bridge, she quietly watched the pregnant woman in a beige trench coat lumbering up the railing amidst the orange streetlights, and smiled at herself friendly, then let go of her hand. , Just looking up at the sky and falling, how easy it is for a person to die, with a "snap", it's gone.

However, her indifference caused the confusion and shock of her family and friends, as well as the anger and crying of the husband of the deceased, as if people all over the world were blaming her, "Why don't you save people!"

"Why don't you hold her!"

"Why watch her die!"

"why!"

"why!"

"why!"

There are so many whys.

I just don't want to.

And two years later, Mo Xian, who finally got rid of these accusations, ushered in another "why".

"It's really annoying." On the eve of departure for Karuizawa, Mo Xian took out a letter without a sender and address from the mailbox next to the gate while running in the morning.

"This is an invitation," she opened it directly in front of the gate and read, "Join or die."

Mo Xian chuckled.

What are you doing, then Secondary School.

She didn't even look at the rest of the letter, and tore the letter into shreds. The snow-white pieces of letter paper fell on the mud like feathers, stained with rain-soaked silt.

"System," Mo Xian said lightly in his mind, "I want to start a live broadcast in this world."

Sorry, it's not Iwai-san.

Let you see who is the prey and who is the hunter.