A hunting adventure [unlimited]

Ilya's tear stains were dried by the wind, and the skin on her face became tight. She held Yui Miyahara's hand and trotted close to his back.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

Yui Miyahara turned her head, looked at her and said, "There is an old warehouse at the back door of the school used to store tables and chairs. Not many people know about it. We can hide there until dawn."

"I'm a bit cold..." Ilia shrugged and said.

Yui Miyahara stopped, took off his coat, put it on her shoulders, and said with a smile: "Ilia usually looks calm and generous, but she is still afraid at critical times."

Wei's clothes were a few yards wider than her figure, and the cashmere sweater was wrapped tightly by her outermost layer. The neckline exuded a faint scent of perfume and cleansing soap, and Ilia felt comfortable for the first time tonight.

In order to conceal their actions, they took a winding path in the woods. The branches of the trees protruded obliquely like the devil's minions, tearing apart the quiet and deep night sky.

There is the rustling sound of stepping on grass and leaves under your feet, so quiet that you can hear each other's breathing and heartbeat.

"Wei, aren't you afraid?" Ilya's calf was numb from the cold, and her voice trembled slightly.

"I'm afraid, but..." Miyahara Yui's words stopped abruptly, and she suddenly turned to cover her eyes, "Close your eyes! Don't listen and don't look."

Ilia's sight was largely blocked, but her hearing and sense of smell were still sharp; the strong smell of blood wafted from the tip of her nose, and the sound of dripping water hit the leaves.Like a blind person, she was led by Yui Miyahara slowly and cautiously past the source of the rusty smell. She tilted her head, her eyelashes touched the other's fingertips, and her eyes caught a faint ray of moonlight.

Through Yui Miyahara's fingers, she saw a corpse hanging upside down from a branch.

It's Elliott.

The annoyingly noisy boy in the class used to have his throat slit, hanging upside down under a dense dark green tree like a pig waiting to be scalded.

Elijah closed her eyes and tightly clenched the hands of the people around her, pretending she didn't see anything.

***

"It's hard for me to answer your question..." Kitagawa Rin rubbed the back of his head, hesitating, "If you want to talk about conflicts, the atmosphere in our class is quite harmonious, and there are very few disputes or quarrels. They are all number one in group performance, and all excellent students in their grades are also in our class."

"A perfect student, Yui Miyahara?"

Bei Chuanlin said "hmm", "Wei is very popular in school, he can do everything the best, but he has no arrogance, never puts on airs, he is a fan of everyone."

"Are you not bad?" Yu Zhen thought of Bei Chuan Rin's scandal.

"I'm okay, hehe." The blood-stained teenager smiled shyly, showing two rows of white teeth, "I'm physically fit, but unfortunately my grades are mediocre..."

"Well, I can tell." Yu Zhen tapped his temple, "Your nerves are too rough here."

But the feelings are very delicate, and often cry.

Kitagawa Rin: "It doesn't sound like a good thing..."

"Back to the topic, think carefully, think hard." Yu Zhen ordered.

"There are some entanglements..." Kitagawa Rin recalled, "The teacher in class B2-1 next door likes Raymond, and Mami hates her, because Mami also likes Raymond; Elliot has a crush on Ilia, and Ilia likes Wei, But the relationship between Elliott and Wei is unexpectedly good... Mina's brother is my sister's ex-boyfriend; Yuno's mother pursued Xiaoling's stepfather after the divorce..."

"Stop!" Yu Zhen interrupted, "Don't talk to the parents anymore!"

"Oh..." Kitagawa Rin innocently shrugged, "That's all. We are all ordinary people who live in the midst of our parents' injustice and trivial matters; who knows why the perverts will stare at us..."

Asked the wrong person.Yu Zhen waved his hand, "Okay, shut up, let's go save the others."

The group of children who were sprayed with fluorescent agent had to choose a place with enough shelter to hide from the light, so Yu Zhen took Beichuan Rin and looked for them from classroom to classroom.

All the way, he asked Kitagawa Rin to call out the names of his partners softly.

"Will you call the clown over..." Bei Chuan Lin asked timidly.

"That's better." Yu Zhen said, "It's better for him to come to us than to find someone else."

Beichuan Lin said with a sad face, "You use me as bait, we are so dangerous..."

Yu Zhen: "Don't worry, you won't die with me here."

Kitagawa Rin couldn't refute, so he had to follow suit.

There is a building to the east of Shengshan High School. The ground floor is the studio for art classes, the upper floors are the practical classrooms for science subjects such as biology, physics, and chemistry, and the top floor is for dance and music classrooms.

The first floor of the building is connected to the botanical garden behind it. Outside the studio is a sunny glass greenhouse with lush plants. It is managed by several art teachers. The cascading flowers and branches are full of the charm of classical oil paintings. The afternoon sun is bright and a ray of light shines It is romantic and beautiful to illuminate the dark flowers; it is one of the favorite places for girls to take commemorative photos.

When the two passed by outside the studio, Yu Zhen said decisively, "Go in and have a look."

Human-high easels, background cloths, plaster figures, picture frames... are all excellent shelters.

"I don't think anyone will hide here..." Kitagawa Rin whispered in his ear.

Yu Zhen: "Why?"

"A long time ago, around the early days of the school, there was a girl named Rebecca in the school; her family was poor, and it was her mother who begged the school board to let her enter the school..."

This kind of beginning is usually a campus supernatural legend.Yu Zhen listened quietly, "And then."

Kitagawa Rin said mysteriously: "You know, in the past, in schools like ours, if you were different from others, you would be easily excluded and bullied; that's what happened to Rebecca. He committed suicide by cutting his wrists, and I heard that the entire carpet was stained blood red, and the smell of blood lasted for three months..."

"From then on, when I came to the studio at night, I would hear Rebecca's crying. On the walls, floors, easels, and white paper of the studio, the name carved with a knife often appeared: Rebecca..."

Yu Zhen didn't fluctuate in his heart, "Yes."

The door of the studio was unlocked and opened with a push.Yu Zhen walked in and smelled the fishy smell, as if there was a warm and surging blood flowing in the air.

The power supply and signal in the campus were cut off at the same time, there was no light, and the frosty moonlight covered the studio, the easels of uneven heights were placed in disorder, and the plaster statues were covered with a dustproof cloth, like towering snowflakes. The white hills rise one after another, and the outlines of facial features faintly revealed under the cloth, it seems that there are living people pretending to be plaster hidden in the rows of statues.

Even the old-fashioned ghost stories told by Rin Kitagawa turned into a gust of cool wind that tickled the pinnae and nerves.

Yu Zhen's hand was grasped tightly by the young man behind him, he heard Bei Chuan Lin tremble, "I, I heard someone crying..."

There were some subtle voices, which Yu Zhen's sense of hearing vaguely caught.

But that was not crying, but laughter, deliberately imitating the emotion of crying, with maliciousness in the humor.

Yu Zhen shook off Kitagawa Rin's hand, and rushed towards the glass greenhouse through the rugged narrow gap between the easels!

The cold moonlight passes through the transparent glass roof and falls on a bush of cornflowers in full bloom. The pure white petals are dyed blue and cold by the moonlight. Surrounded by swaying roses and pink roses, as well as a dress A gaudy clown.

The revived clown was shaking his head and letting out a low laugh that was close to sobbing, pretending to wipe away his tears, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

In the arms of the clown lay a girl with wide-eyed eyes. Her throat was cut open, and the blood flowed down the uniform, mixing and superimposing with the dark purple fluorescent agent, turning into a trickle of confused colors, staining the old carpet.

Yu Zhen felt a chill in his heart, so he picked up a wooden drawing board, stepped forward, and smashed the clown's forehead!

"nausea!"

The clown stopped laughing and crying, and fell to the ground clutching his bloody head!

However, the quality of the drawing board was not very good, and it was actually photographed in two, and it was broken into pieces after being hit hard.

Yu Zhen threw away half of the board in his hand, grabbed the clown by his collar and dragged him out, his eyes were burning with anger, he hated the person who bullied children the most in his life!

The clown grinned in pain, but still looked at him with a smile, clapped hands with bloody white gloves, and said sharply, "You can't guess! You can't guess!"

Yu Zhen raised her foot and kicked it!

The clown was kicked in the temple, his body flew backwards and knocked down a row of easels!A mouthful of blood froth spewed out of the mouth, spitting out a broken tooth.

A white afterimage flashed across Yu Zhen's retina and landed lightly on the ground.

Yu Zhen quickly picked it up!is a photo.

Before he could see the contents of the photo clearly, the clown had stood up and rushed towards him——

There was an extra gun in the other party's dirty hand, and the black muzzle was pointed at his forehead!

Yu Zhen didn't move at all.He is not afraid of death, he can die, but the mission will fail if he dies.

The clown's face was covered with bloodstains, and the chemical fiber circus costume was damaged and torn during the fight; Yu Zhen once again lamented the fineness of this dream.

The murderer squatted beside him leisurely, with the gun pointing at his death gate, his eyes were full of mockery and contempt, "You, impulsive."

Yu Zhen held his breath, and his thoughts were racing - last time it was a knife, this time it was a gun, advanced; if he kills again, who knows what advanced weapon this guy will pull out?

Can't hit hard.

At the moment of his hesitation, Kitagawa Rin held up a plaster statue and threw it down——

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The young man threw the plaster on the top of the clown's head in one go!

"Die, die, die!" Bei Chuanlin knelt on the clown's body, and with a metal paint shovel that came from nowhere, hit the other's head violently until the head was smashed to pieces.

Everything goes wrong.

Yu Zhen got up from the ground, brushed off the ashes on her body, and walked straight to the girl's body in the greenhouse, regardless of Bei Chuan Lin.

The name tag on the uniform of the female corpse was covered with fluorescent agent, so Yu Zhen had no choice but to yell at Bei Chuan Lin at the other end: "Little friend, come and recognize him, which classmate is this?"

Bei Chuan Lin vented his anger, wiped off his sweat, and ran to his side with a shovel. After seeing the face of the female corpse clearly, he froze.

"Don't know?" Yu Zhen asked.

Kitagawa Rin said sadly, "This is Rebecca, Rebecca from our class..."

Rebecca was a common name, and it was not uncommon for a school to have several of the same name, but her death here was hard to believe was pure coincidence.

Yu Zhen turned her head and looked at the floor where the clown lay just now, it was already empty.

Bei Chuanlin followed him and looked back, then screamed in shock: "Ah! It's gone! The clown's body is gone!"

Yu Zhen turned a deaf ear to the boy's reaction, and said to himself: "...the murderer is not only familiar with the stories and legends circulated among the students, but also knows the looks, names, and fears of each of you like the back of the palm of your hand."

Then, it can be ruled out that people outside the class committed the crime.

Yu Zhen stood up, turned her neck, and took out the photo she had picked up; it fell out of the clown, a group photo of students and teachers, a total of 21 people.

"I'm going to say a cliché line now." Yu Zhen said to Bei Chuan Lin, "The murderer is among the 21 of you."