Four Seasons Murder

Ninth Court said: "If he is there, I will go in and look for him. If he is not, I will wait for him at the door."

The 49th House's tone was uncompromising, and Hirano was too stiff to respond for a while.

Court 49 saw that Hirano didn't answer, so he planned to go to the school director's office on his own. Hirano panicked when he saw it, and grabbed him: "You can't go there!"

"Why?" The 49th Court broke away from Hirano's hand.

Hirano hesitated to find a reason: "The principal is resting now, you can't disturb him."

"Then I'll wait at the door." The 49th Court said simply.

Hirano was so entangled, desperately trying to find an excuse. The 49th Academy saw his face constantly changing, so they said: "Mr. Ando told me about the indicators. I know that the indicators are used to exchange for the victim of the rate of admission, but this is only the purpose of the indicators. What I want to know is the indicators. The truth. At the same time, I also know that you are one of the adopted sons of the headmaster. Since you are in this school, I believe you are also involved in the indicator incident. If you have enough to tell me the truth, then I will not go to the headmaster. OK."

Hirano drooped his shoulders in discouragement: "I know a little about the target, but my father didn't let me participate. My father said that this was his own fault, and he must bear it alone. But, why do you know what happened so long ago? "

"What happened so long ago?" Court 49 frowned.

"That's right," Hirano said. "The indicator should have stopped 12 years ago."

"It stopped 12 years ago? What do you mean?" The 49th Court grabbed Hirano by the collar.

Hirano was shorter than the 49th courtyard, so he was picked up immediately, so he adjusted his glasses in a panic and said, "My father went crazy 12 years ago, and he doesn't know anything anymore!"

The 49th Academy threw Hirano down and pushed open the door of the school manager's office without any effort, but there was no one there.

Hirano chased after him: "Teacher 49, don't bother my father!"

Court 49 glanced at him, then insisted on walking to a door next to the desk, and turned the doorknob.

There is a hidden small room there, but this lounge has been transformed into a small apartment. It seems that the principal eats, drinks, and sleeps in such a small room.

Surprisingly, the walls of the small room were covered with words, and many rune formations that the 49th courtyard could not understand were drawn, and a little old man with a hunched back was squatting in the corner, humming an unintelligible song , while scribbling with chalk.

"Principal?" The 49th House called out uncertainly.

The little old man turned his head when he heard the sound, and immediately laughed heartily when he saw the 49th courtyard, then rushed towards the 49th courtyard, and... strangled him by the neck.

"Don't think that I can bully my children when I am old."

The headmaster said so.

Although the little old man is small, he has great strength. Not to mention knocking down the 1.8-meter 49 courtyard, he was almost out of breath before he could react.

"Cough cough." When he walked out of the school manager's office, Yard 49 rubbed his neck and coughed desperately.If Hirano hadn't appeared in time just now, he might really have died under the amazing grip of this little old man.

"So, my father doesn't know anything anymore," Hirano said apologetically.

The 49th Hospital also saw the little old man lying on the ground like a child playing a rascal for a while, and chattering about current affairs news more than ten years ago. His appearance was really not normal.

According to Hirano, the headmaster only appears at the opening and closing ceremonies now, and it is also because the headmaster only reacts to the words "opening ceremony" and "suspension ceremony".

"However, for the past 12 years, so many people have died in the academy every year. Is the index incident really over?" asked the 49th Academy.Even after half an hour, my neck is still very uncomfortable, and my throat still hurts when I swallow.

Hirano said with a wry smile, "I think it's the land that is ominous. It would have been nice if I hadn't chosen to build this school in this place."

"You don't have anything to hide from me anymore." The 49th Academy said, staring at Hirano closely.

Hirano was hurt by the gaze of the 49th hospital, so he could only show a more helpless smile and said: "About the indicators, I can only say that I know as much as you, maybe not as much as you. And the indicators I have a headache too!"

Court 49 asked, "How?"

Hirano shrugged: "Although I am the director of the Academic Affairs Office, the academic affairs are actually managed by the grade director. After all, my father has become like that, and I am doing his job—to attract sponsors."

The 49th Academy didn't know much about the school's operations, and wasn't interested in listening.

Hirano continued: "Because of the indicators, although the admission rate is [-]%, so many people die every year, no matter whether it is a student or a teacher, they dare not come here. This year, three people died from the health doctor, right? The rest The teachers complained that we don’t know, but we really can’t recruit people. The annual tuition fees of students are only enough for daily living, and we can’t raise wages to recruit new people. Because of the school’s situation, I also ask for sponsorship. In fact, the sponsors of the school are the easiest to attract, because no sponsor will refuse to invest in talents, but...many sponsors are afraid that the Japanese Academy will bring misfortune to them.”

Although the 49th Court didn't fully trust Hirano, they also felt that he was not lying, so they stopped entanglement and left the administrative office area.

The headmaster is crazy, and the indicators still haven't stopped, so who is the person who controls the indicators instead of the headmaster?

The 49th Court only felt that someone was guiding him step by step into a dark pit, and he didn't know who had erased the escape path inch by inch.

Without a goal, but unable to stop, the 49th Hospital felt very at a loss.Clutching his chest tightly, the spiritual power there is full, more abundant than ever before, but it is empty.

Suddenly, the 49th Hospital took a deep breath, and the knuckles clutching his chest were so hard that they turned white.Then, the 49th courtyard showed a smile, which was extremely bitter, but much brighter.

No matter how people struggle, time passes by every minute and every second, and the end of the year is coming in a blink of an eye.

After the Yule Ball, the school began to have a rare New Year's Day holiday.Even the candidates of the Japanese Academy are still used to going to the shrine to worship before the big exam, and pray for a safe amulet that can go smoothly in high school.

However, there are also some students who want to study hard during the holidays, so they don't go home.

Sumida is one of them.

Zhutian lives in an old dormitory in the remote part of the school - Guiguan.The scale is similar to that of Duruo Hall, with very few people. During the holidays, all the roommates and dormitory supervisors went home, but Sumida is not lonely at all. On the contrary, he thinks this is better, and it is easier for him to study when the dormitory becomes quieter.

The morning light was dim, and the alarm clock rang. Sumita, who was not in bed at all, turned off the alarm clock next to the bed and got up.

The morning is the best time for memory. Sumita, who has a clear goal and wants to be admitted to a top university, will not waste this precious time on useless sleep.

Sumita went to the bathroom to wash his face, then brushed his teeth while looking out the bathroom window, feeling the fresh breath of the campus.

The morning wind in winter was a bit cold, but seeing through the glass window that the vegetation in the college was still evergreen still made him feel good.

Sumita looked at the misty sky outside the window, and suddenly narrowed his eyes.

A group of people were walking on the road in front of the dormitory, staggering.Because it was still dark in the winter morning, and the group of people had their backs facing the dormitory building, Sumida couldn't see who those people were, but felt that they were walking very slowly with their heads down, and their movements were a little distorted.

At this time, another person suddenly came trotting behind those people. Sumita thought it was the lost friends of those people who were chasing him, so he went back to the sink and spit foam.

When he returned to the window, the sky was already a little brighter than before, and he suddenly saw clearly that the people behind the stumbling group were wearing navy blue police jackets with the words POLICE written on the back , also wearing a police cap on his head, and the action in his hand is like holding a gun.

This is completely different from Sumita's conjecture just now.

The policeman suddenly grabbed the collar of the man who was walking last, and inserted the barrel of the gun into the latter's neck. Hearing a "poof", the man fell down.

Seeing such a scene, Sumida shook his hand, and the glass in which he was rinsing his mouth fell to the ground.

When the policeman heard the voice, he looked back at Sumida who was standing by the window of the bathroom on the second floor. His face turned out to be that of a big foreigner with blond hair and blue eyes.The big man heard that the cup fell from Sumita's side, and when he looked up, he saw Sumita standing by the window who was too scared to move, so he laughed loudly and said, "Don't worry, you just stand there! You can get it done, don’t be afraid!”

The big man clearly spoke English, but to Sumita's ears, it turned into a language that was as easy to understand as his mother tongue.

Sumita watched the big policeman shoot guns on the backs of the necks of the group of people, and then talked about family matters as if chatting with Sumita: "I, when I was in the country, I often..."

Sumida had no idea why this big foreigner policeman would appear here. Even if it was a holiday, the Japanese Academy would not allow outsiders to enter and leave the campus casually, let alone this big man... talking and laughing and killing people? !

The big man didn't stop talking, and he was still talking about those parents who Sumida couldn't listen to. At this moment, Sumita suddenly found that the person who was knocked down by the big man with a gun before stood up slowly from behind the big man.