I accidentally died yesterday [comprehensive]

The night was quiet.

Tian Xiegui sat on the beam of the house, his black eyes were fixed on Kurokawa Misami below.

In the bedroom, Wakana, who remembered the scene of her death, went mad. She covered her face and wept, and blood-red tears fell from her fingers to the ground.

She was humming a song, which seemed to be a popular song in the last century, and it seemed to be about the marriage of lovers. She looked out the window expectantly, as if she was looking at the groom who was waiting for her.The elongated neck is like a snake, carrying the damp grayness and gloom of the cave.

nobody.

Realizing this fact, Wakana burst into tears. She searched around the bedroom, stepping heavily on every piece of straw mat, no, no, not here, not there.

She stood up and looked towards the living room, was she hiding there?

Her complexion was cold and pale, wearing a pure white Noh mask in a trance, and her eyes were bent, like dark, small crescent buds.

Although there was no audience, she stood up ceremonially, straightened her messy sleeves and skirt, walked to the sliding door, and said softly, "I'm going in."

A chuckle disappeared into the air.

She put her hand on the door, and the sliding door slowly opened, and then she pretended to be surprised, as if she found someone here for the first time, she threw herself down beside the bedding, hugging her lost and found lover tightly, with enthusiasm, almost able to push herself Burned out of enthusiasm, he gently lifted the man up and dragged him onto his lap.

I am deeply, deeply, envious of you. 】

If I can't live with you, I can die with you. 】

She lowered her head, her satin-like hair drooped, and her eyes were eternal, gloomy darkness.

"that……"

"Our posture..."

"Isn't that right?"

When Kurokawa Misaki woke up from the night, he found himself lying on Miss Wakana's lap, hugging his quilt tightly, for fear that Kayako would drill into the quilt again.

Originally, he slept all night, and his dream was as silent as death, but for some reason this night, a song kept ringing in his ears, as if it was about marriage.

"The bride is dressed in white, like winter snow, like cherry blossoms."

"Her destined lover appeared in the morning mist, with the scarlet color of early spring."

Just like that, Kurokawa Mangjian woke up.

"Do you love me?"

Miss Wakana who was behind said suddenly.

Kurokawa Misaki thought about it.

"Then you want to ask me for that kind of love."

"The deepest, most passionate kind of love."

"Love for Fukuzawa Yukichi?" Kurokawa asked.

Miss Wakaca wept bitterly, "Do you actually love this person more than me?"

"Although I'm sorry, I still have to say that there is no one in Japan who doesn't love him."

"Miss Wakana, don't you love it?"

"My love for you is deeper than all the love in the world." Miss Wakana went crazy alone.

"Tsk tsk."

"Such words are not convincing."

Miss Wakaca calmed down, and asked quietly, "Don't you believe my sincerity?"

"of course not."

Kurokawa Mangjian was wrapped in a quilt and asked, "What does the deepest love taste like?"

Miss Wakana said: "The taste of my blood and tears."

"So, what color is the deepest love?"

"The color of my blood."

Miss Wakana's nails slowly elongated and turned into a pitch black color.

"That's it." Kurokawa Mangjian thought for a while.

"It turns out that the deepest love is on you. You already have this kind of love, why do you still ask me for it? Among the owners of this kind of love, you are the richest and happiest person in the world. "

"..."

Wakana couldn't answer.

"A rich man like you asks a poor man like me for something like love."

"It's very inappropriate."

Miss Wakana pressed Kurokawa Misami's shoulder.

"No, it's not like that."

"I have a deep admiration for you—"

"You love yourself deeply."

Kurokawa Misami interjected, "You love yourself, and you will always love yourself, isn't that good? Your body is filled with the most fiery blood, and your emotions are gushing like magma. You are a rich person, and you love on myself."

"You will have the happiest happiness in the world."

"Why are you so reasonable..."

Miss Wakaca stared at him blankly, her eyes cleared up, her long black nails gradually receded, she shook her head, looked around, and hammered her own head, "What's wrong with me."

She looked down and saw the student lying on her lap, he was tightly wrapped in the quilt as if he was about to be molested, "You are—"

The faces of the students are very complicated.

"You took the initiative to run under my head."

"While I'm sleeping."

"It also grew long nails, trying to grab me."

"I saw it all."

"There is a shadow shining in front of me."

He rolled down from Wakasa's lap like a cat, "It's terrible."

"I dare not move."

Wrapped in a quilt, he leaned against the wall and sat up, "Don't you remember what happened just now?"

"Run over, hug me tightly, and insist on talking about love, love, death, etc."

"how is this possible."

Miss Wakana retorted, "How can a mature woman like me like a student like you."

"My dream lover is Takakura Ken, does Takakura Ken understand?"

"Tough guy, iron-blooded, full of masculinity!"

She glanced up and down Heichuan Misami full of pity, and she didn't use adjectives to describe her adult heart.

She suddenly clicked her tongue lightly, "It's not impossible."

She recalled that when she just died, she lost her mind like an evil ghost and went crazy day and night. She looked up at Misami Kurokawa, "About 20 years ago, an onmyoji came to this house, Helped me regain my sanity, and I haven't lost my sanity since then."

The two of them looked up at Tian Xie Gui on the beam, "This ghost is really annoying."

When the evil spirit saw that something was wrong that day, it immediately patted its buttocks and disappeared into the air.

Heichuan Mangjian was leaning against the wall, and he took out the alarm clock to check the time. At two o'clock in the morning, he yawned, "Speaking of which, why didn't that onmyoji help you enter the underworld."

"This one."

Miss Wakaca was stunned for a moment, "Because I'm an earthbound spirit."

"Earth-bound spirits cannot be saved."

"The onmyoji said that a ghost like me who died abnormally in this house has a deep obsession in his heart. If the obsession is not completed, it will not be cleared no matter what."

She lowered her voice and smiled awkwardly, "Onmyoji has been asking me what my obsession is."

"But how?"

"My obsession is very strange."

"What is it?"

Ms. Wakana looked through the glass and looked at the distant Edogawa under the night, "Edogawa, I want to watch a firework festival in Edogawa."

"But the Earthbound Spirit can never leave this room."

"I died here, and I will be trapped here forever."

Kurokawa Misaki felt drowsy, and slid from the wall onto the tatami, his voice was sleepy, "The firework festival in Edogawa should be in July."

Miss Wakaca replied in a low voice: "Yes."

Two in the morning.

Yamamoto Ken and Eguchi Yoki are staying up late and working overtime.

A murder occurred in a school in Sunshine City, Ikebukuro.

It was about six or seven o'clock in the evening. A student jumped off the building after arguing with his classmates.

The ambulance came quickly and took the students away. The police also began to ask the teacher and the rest of the students what happened here.

Most of the policemen present knew the reason for this kind of thing, but obtaining evidence is a difficult process. After all, most of this kind of thing happened because of some kind of obscure, disgusting but harmless insult and spiritual oppression.

Not to mention that the people involved were minors of the same age.

The teacher who was questioned told what he knew. It was probably that the student had a conflict with others at school, and then committed suicide because he couldn't think about it for a while.

"how could be."

After hearing this answer, Ken Yamamoto retorted, "It must be some kind of suffocating and irresistible pressure to make people decide to commit suicide and have the courage to do such a thing."

"Did this happen because of a quarrel, a short, short quarrel of less than five minutes?"

He whispered: "There must be other reasons."

The teacher said: "If I know other reasons, I will tell you."

"But this student usually behaves very stably in school and has never done anything against others. We can't believe that this kind of thing happened."

"If there is the pressure you mentioned," the teacher said "bullying" in a low voice, "if this happened, I don't have to hide it for another student."

"At that time, he packed up the club equipment after the departmental activities by himself, and walked from the activity field to the warehouse. For a while, it seemed that there was some quarrel. I don't know what it was. From my office, I could only hear a faint Jojo's voice."

"In less than 5 minutes, the sound of quarreling disappeared."

"And then this sad thing happened."

"Is there anything unusual about this student?" Eguchi Yoki asked, "Did you come late in the morning, and did you lose your mind during class?"

Eguchi Yoki pretended to be a student, stood up in a panic after being called, looked left and right, and then asked the teacher: "Has this behavior happened before? Think again?"

"No."

The teacher shook his head, "I've thought about it. He's sitting in that position as usual. Although it's a corner that can be easily overlooked, I'm sure he didn't act abnormally during the day."

"but……"

The teacher fell into deep thought, "How should I put it, the whole school is not normal during the day."

He described: "restless, restless, as if hatching some kind of beast, the inner surging emotion broke through the body, and I wanted to vent it all the time."

The teacher described with eloquence and emotion, dancing with hands and feet.

"Today is very unusual!"

Yoki Eguchi touched his chin, "You teach Mandarin, right?"

The teacher froze for a moment and nodded, "Yes, what's the problem?"

"No no, nothing."

After taking evidence, Yamamoto Ken and Eguchi Yoki returned to the police station. While driving, Eguchi Yoki suddenly said, "That person is very lonely."

Yamamoto Ken is about to retire. Although he is physically strong, he has lost touch with the young mind to some extent.

Yoki Eguchi said: "The person who jumped off the building today felt that he was living alone."

Yamamoto shook his head: "Eguchi, don't keep talking about such irrelevant things."

"Is it irrelevant?"

Yoki Eguchi pretended to be surprised, "It is also our duty to explore the reasons for their death."

He held the steering wheel and looked out the front window, "As for the club, there are many people who are right, and the people who join the club also hope to find a like-minded person, but he is left alone at the end, packing up the fun alone In the final endgame, one person took things to the warehouse."

"That's what I thought when I was younger."

"Ah—I'm going to the grave of the dead."

Yoki Eguchi sighed, and continued: "When a person sits in a corner that is easily overlooked, the teacher will only say that this person is very stable, neither enthusiastic nor gloomy, neither tall nor thin."

"There are no characteristics that can be remembered by others."

"A lonely man."

Eguchi Yoki nodded.

"That's why I had the impulse to think, 'it's okay if someone like me disappears'."

Yoki Eguchi tapped the steering wheel with his tail, "It's too impulsive."

Yamamoto Ken was silent for a long time, "I can't think about it."

"Didn't there also be a suicide accident at the station this afternoon?"

"I heard it's an office worker suffering from divorce."

"It's not going well at work either."

"I couldn't think about it for a while, and this happened."

After the two of them returned to the police station, they began to fill out the report, and they were still processing various evidences until two o'clock in the morning. Apart from them, the entire police station also stayed up all night because of the two murders a day.

A seminar was being held at the police station to analyze the causes and commonalities of the two cases, and when it was about to be determined as a non-man-made suicide case, the police officer on duty in the lobby of the police station pushed the door in.

"People from the Special Species Action Section are here."