Only 100 days left in life

Putting the piece of paper back into her pocket, Shiratori Mariko looked around for a while.

As Fu Heihui said, this is a classroom, and the words "Class C of the first year" are written neatly in the corner of the class, and colorful pictures are pasted to beautify the corner.

They followed Takumi Harue to run here, and when they came in, they went through the back door.

From this angle, you can see that the classroom is very clean, the trash bins near the door are clean, more than 20 desks are neatly arranged, most of the drawers are clean, it looks like the school is on holiday, according to the teacher's words Good boy who emptied the drawers.

Except for a solitary table placed in the farthest corner, it is different from other tables. The position of the table belly is placed inward, obviously to save the aisle for the teacher to walk.

Mariko Shiratori and Megumi Fukuro walked over to examine this apparently unusual table.

The drawers were full of rubbish, and the textbooks inside were torn to shreds, and a few pages were folded into ugly little animals and mixed in the trash in the drawer.Apparently mischievous kids did it.

They were probably the ones who emptied the trash can and threw these things into the desks of their classmates.That's too much.

The table was scratched by a knife or some other sharp object.

There are quite vicious words written on it with immature strokes, short and sharp sentences such as "go to hell" and "kids picking up trash".

Shiratori Mariko closed her eyes slightly and sighed.

She's actually no stranger to these

There are only a few ways that children can tease people, nothing more than insults, fights, destroying your most beloved things, and then isolation.

Let’s say they’re smart, they’re the ones who come back and forth, they can’t do more tricks, let’s say they’re stupid, children are born demons, they can step on your weak points, crush them over and over again, until that There was blood everywhere.

Shiratori Mariko also received this kind of treatment. She thought she had forgotten it, but in fact, the memory of that time has not dissipated.

She is a very lucky person, but obviously Takumi Harue does not have such good luck.

She touched the table, her eyes fell on a certain place in the classroom, and she suddenly focused on the clock with clear scales——

The time displayed above is exactly at three o'clock.It was the time when elementary school children came home from school.

At this time, Fu Heihui, who went to check the windowsill and podium, came back.

He shook his head lightly, meaning there was nothing more.

Led by Tamago, Megumi Fukuro and Mariko Shiratori walked to the classroom on the upper floor.

Similar to the first floor, the rest of the classrooms are shrouded in heavy fog, and only the road leading to "Class C of the second year" is unobstructed.

Takumi Harue didn't show up this time, but the mist has been guiding their way.

Following the jade dog walking all the way, Shiratori Mariko reached out and pushed open the door of the second class and the third class.

Almost as soon as she entered the door, she realized that something was wrong here as well.

A few trees are idling around, this is obviously an outdoor scene, the rotten smell of the soil is quite clear, mixed with the spring flower fragrance, revealing a bit weird.

Not far from the side is the playground, but in this dark and narrow corner, which has always been occupied by bad people, stands a small figure, holding a plastic bag in her hand.

The little girl stood blankly, surrounded by a group of tall people.

Subconsciously, she clenched the bag tightly and hid it behind her back.

Mariko Shiratori couldn't see the face of the person standing in front of the little girl, but she could clearly see the signs on the chests of these people.

In white letters on a black background, it clearly says "Sixth Grade Class B", which should be a child of a senior grade in another building.

"She's holding something in her hand," Fu Heihui stood beside her this time, "Is that a game console?"

He identified it, "It's an old model. What is she doing with this?"

"Her family lacks money," Shiratori Mariko sighed, and said briefly, "Her grandma needs money for medical treatment."

It takes a lot of money, but Xiaochunhui doesn't know how to make money.Probably picked up the game console, thought it was lost by someone else, and planned to sell it for some money.

"Give it back to us!" The tall girl with heavy makeup stretched out her hand arrogantly, and grabbed one of the little girl's arms, "Did you steal our game console?"

She worked very hard, and she didn't show some affection just because she was an elementary school girl with a lower grade in front of her. On the contrary, after seeing the little girl's pained expression, the joy on her face became stronger.

Enduring the pain, the little girl hurriedly shook her head.

"I didn't, I didn't steal anything," she hurriedly explained, "I picked it up"

After the sports meeting, she was assigned to clean up the senior class area by herself.

Then, I picked up this thing below.

Although she said she didn't know what it was, she often went to the second-hand store with her grandma.

There was a number with many digits clearly written on the price tag there, so it should be something that could be exchanged for money. She thought that someone else didn't want it, so she stuffed it in a plastic bag and planned to pick it up and sell it.

Another girl snorted.

"Liar!" She said disdainfully, "If you didn't steal it, where did you get the game console in your hand? Pick it up? Is there a pie in the sky?"

It was a rather lame joke, but her sisters seemed to be cheering, laughing.

"Hey," the tall sixth-grade girl shook the little girl, "I told you it's ours, why don't you return it?"

The little girl hesitated for a moment, but handed the game console back.

"I'm sorry," she said, and the plastic bag was yanked away mercilessly.

The senior girl on the side raised her arm and slapped her loudly.

"You don't really think," she mockingly looked at the little girl covering her face, "the thief won't be beaten, right?"

Being slapped inexplicably, the little girl covered her red and swollen face, stubbornly holding back her tears.

"I'm sorry," she insisted, "but I didn't steal—"

"Pa", another loud slap.

"No way, no way, do you really think we will believe your words?" said the short girl, then took out a pen from her pocket and pulled off the cap, "Guess what, this is the What are you here for?"

Seeing the little girl shivering, she smiled even more happily, "Come and try?"

Shiratori Mariko almost couldn't bear to reach out to block it, but it was of no use.

The little girl stood up in a panic, trying to run out, but the rest of the senior students surrounded her, held down her hands and feet, and rolled up her sleeves in disgust.

"Don't struggle," the senior girl sneered, "It's better to be good."

She grabbed the little girl's slender and tender throat and squeezed it tightly, "Shh - you don't want to be called a parent, do you?"

But Mariko Shiratori and Megumi Fukuro could only watch as the pointed pen plunged into her skin, leaving traces of blood.

And the tears overflowing from the girl's eyes, and her tightly biting her lips, suppressing her painful expression.

Shiratori Mariko did not speak.

It was the first time for her to show such obvious disgust. If those senior children were in front of her, maybe she would hit them directly.

Fukuroi glanced at Shiratori Mariko.

"Hands," he said.

Shiratori Mariko opened her palm in a daze, only to realize that she had pinched crescent-shaped marks on her palm at some point, some were white, and some were caught in the flesh, showing a little bloodshot.

Megumi Fukuro sighed, took out a roll of bandages from his pocket, and wrapped them around Shiratori Mariko's palm.

He pressed the wound lightly, and after confirming that it was wrapped, he focused on the beating that hadn't stopped, as if he wanted to remember the voices of these senior students.

Shiratori Mariko blinked.

After reading this memory, she got another quarter of the paper.

It was also stuffed in Shiratori Mariko's pocket, but this time it seemed that someone had randomly smeared a pattern on the piece of paper, but it was not very clear.

Shiratori Mariko took out the phone.

Although it is said that she cannot connect to the Internet, she still remembers to save a copy of the information given earlier to her mobile phone.

She called up the picture and compared it with the piece of paper spread out on the table.

The two sheets of paper were put together, and the edge where she mistakenly thought it was ink stains was closed, revealing half a word.

It is the "excellent" of top students.

"It should be two more," Shiratori Mariko said, "Let's meet with Knotweed and the others first. I hope they have new clues."

According to the common sense known now, one piece of paper corresponds to one grade, so there should be only three pieces of paper.

If there is no accident, the next one is in the classroom of Class C of the third year.

Fu Heihui nodded.

The two walked out of the door vigilantly, and leaned towards the corridor between Class C and Class B.

The fog didn't seem to dissipate, but unlike before, it didn't hinder their movement this time.

And at this moment, Nagasaki Wild Rose took the lead, followed by Knotaba Yuhito who was carrying Junpei and ran towards this side quickly.

Behind him was a tall, thin young man who was wearing very trendy clothes and trousers. He seemed to have identified Knotweed Yuren and was relentlessly chasing him.

Shiratori Mariko suddenly felt that this scene was a little familiar.

She seemed to have seen a similar picture somewhere.

"Great!" Seeing them, Nagasaki Wild Rose breathed a sigh of relief, "Run, there are perverts behind—"

She pulled Shiratori Mariko and ran up, and Fukui Hui, who was driven, also followed with a confused face, "Hurry up——"

Knotweed also rushed up to the third floor in two or three steps with great speed.

He yelled, "Let's go up there first, and I'll explain to you later. Run!"

Bao Xiang, who had been chasing behind Knotabagi Yuhito, had no time to stop, and watched the five of them rush to the third floor without hesitation.

He couldn't understand how things had come to this point.

The guy told him, if there is no accident, don't set foot on the third floor of the lower grades.

Although the curse spirits there have a human form, they are not easy to deal with and difficult to communicate with.

Mind control spells have always been like this.

But, but my brother is still on it...

The white mist around him seemed to be getting bigger, almost spreading to his ankles.

Lu Xiang gritted his teeth and chased after him.