[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

Under the guidance of a private trainer in the gym, Mo Xian did strength and boxing exercises for half an hour. Her whole body was soaked in sweat as if she had been scooped out of the water. After taking a 3-minute combat bath, she changed into a white shirt and school uniform in the changing room. Coat and school skirt, took out the school badge from the outer pocket and pinned it neatly on the arm, unpacked the hair that was randomly tied into a bun and dried it, glanced at the time hanging on the wall, while avoiding the sweaty The women who changed their clothes went out, carrying their schoolbags and tearing open the bread bags they bought on the way. If it wasn’t for the mess of my sister’s ex-boyfriend this morning, which made Mo Xian rush to class, she would have had breakfast in the comfortable cafeteria of the school. up.

Today is another sunny day, and the warm sun makes the dark asphalt road glisten. It takes less than 10 minutes to walk from the gym to the campus. In addition, there are few people on the road, so she walks and eats bread directly under the sun. Baked very soft, there are several strawberries inside, sweet and sour.

Today is Friday, and my sister promised to take her to the police station tomorrow to inquire about it. Mo Xian got the idea, and began to figure out how to ask about the origin of the letter from Iwai Sang, the best friend of the deceased Mizuno.

Just ask and see her reaction?Forget it, I will definitely scare the snake away, and if I still have questions to ask in the future, the vigilant Iwai may not allow himself to approach.

She stuffed the packaging bag and the tissue she wiped her mouth into the recycling bin, and walked straight to the tall school gate not far away.

"Good morning, Mo Sang," as soon as she entered the classroom, her classmates who usually get along well with her greeted her with a smile at the desk, "Good morning," Mo Xian also responded with a smile.

She is seated in the fourth row, by the window, and wipes the desks with a handkerchief in her pocket habitually. Mo Xian opens the window, and there is a green football field outside. The classroom is on the second floor, and you can see the blooming flowers when you look up. Yae Sakura, pink petals falling on white brick flowerbed.

Mizuno's body was found behind the flower bed. Mo Xian still vaguely remembered the scene at that time. That morning, she got out of the driver's car, took a shower in the school gym, cleaned up the bathroom, changed into neat clothes, Throw away the garbage, go back to the classroom to clean up, when she picked up the blackboard eraser and ruler and walked to the window, she looked down casually, Mizuno was lying there motionless, a blood flower bloomed on the chest of the khaki school uniform , and a few pink cherry blossoms fell on her body.

Mizuno is a beautiful person, different from Mo Xian's Yan, she looks a bit squeamish, she looks like she was loved by her parents in the palm of her hand, when she fell there, even though she was lifeless, it was still a beautiful scene Mo Xian slapped the blackboard eraser a few times before calling the police belatedly.

"Mosang," Matsushita, who was at the same table with double ponytails, approached and said, "Did you see the notice?"

She came back to her senses, shook her head, hurried over all the way to avoid being late, she was in no mood to look at the bulletin board, "No, is there anything important?"

"The hiking date has been posted," Panasonic's eyes lit up surprisingly, "it's next month! Mount Asama in Karuizawa! It's three days! I can't wait! I don't know if I can go skiing or not. There is a hot spring~”

"Next month? Wait, I seem to remember that this month has..." Mo Xian took out the calendar from his schoolbag, and slid his fingers over it one by one, "There is a school celebration this month, you can look forward to that first."

The school festival in the island country is also called the school festival. The time is only two weeks later. The students will organize some booths or programs in units of classes and clubs. Ban should have started preparing, even though Mo Xian had no interest in it.

There are only 20 students in each class of the school, and they have been together day and night for two years, and they are very familiar with each other. After two weeks after the Mizuno incident, everyone slowly came out of it. There was a suffocating silence in the seat in front of him, and Mo Xian and Iwai, who were suspected of murder, were also intentionally or unintentionally isolated by others. Except for Panasonic, who had always played well, Mo Xian could hardly find anyone who could Speaker.So when the head teacher walked into the classroom and announced that she was going to start preparing for the school celebration, she was also relieved.

"What kind of stalls and programs are you going to prepare?" The head teacher is a tall lady. She likes to laugh, and her smile is very gentle, but when she gets angry, she is like a cold warrior. She lost her temper and threw their homework on the ground, scaring the whole class to be as quiet as a chicken, so the students didn't dare to offend her. Since then, she handed in her homework on time every time.She smiled and asked from behind the podium, "Coffee? Cake? Or a haunted house? Handmade products?"

"No haunted house!" A girl in the front row immediately protested, "Definitely not!"

"Hey, hey," the teacher laughed, "The haunted house is out."

“Maid Cafe!”

"Come and wear it! A show of hands for boys to wear maid outfits!"

Mo Xian rested his chin on one hand and raised the other, seemingly listening to everyone’s discussion very seriously. He couldn’t help but glance at Iwai from the corner of his eye. These days, Mo Xian is not doing wasted work. Iwai will go to the bathroom after the first class. Because she is still isolated, no one wants to go with her—it’s strange to say, it seems that going to the bathroom together is a symbol of girls’ friendship, and you have to bring a classmate together, so if you want to talk to her, you just need to pretend Just go to the bathroom as well.

Coupled with the fact that Mo Xian is also regarded as a suspect in the Mizuno case, it can be considered that they have a common experience and a common topic, so it should not be difficult to strike up a conversation.

"Then our show is a maid cafe?" the teacher asked with a smile. There are three more girls than boys in the class, and the minority obeys the majority. No matter how much the boys cry, it won't help. "Teacher, this is not fair!"

"D!"

"Then let us girls wear your boy's waiter outfits too," the girl in the front row who was active just now laughed loudly, "We have no complaints at all!"

When everyone was clamoring, the teacher clapped his hands to signal everyone to be quiet, "Okay, that's settled, you don't need to wear skirts, just wear a maid bib, how about it?"

"Teacher," the voice of the class monitor Abebe in the back row spread in the noisy classroom, and everyone turned their heads to know if he had any objections. "There are activities in the tennis club," Mo Xian noticed Iwai's focused gaze after turning around , "I will not participate in the activities in the class."

"Laughing!" The male students who thought they saw hope yelled angrily, "We agreed to share weal and woe!"

"I also have club activities, teacher!"

"Okay, okay," the head teacher glanced at the watch on his wrist, and smiled to stop the noisy everyone, "If you are the head of the club, you can also ask me for leave, okay? If not, stay concentrated, and now we start class , everyone, open your books..."

After a math class, amidst the melodious bell, Mo Xian closed the book and asked Panasonic at the same table, "Are you going to the bathroom?"

"I'm not going," Matsushita shook his head, "I have to explain the topic in the next class, and I haven't finished it yet."

Mo Xian said with a "hmm" laugh, "Then I'll go by myself."

While talking, Iwai had already stood up and walked towards the door of the classroom. Mo Xian pretended to be normal and followed behind her. The two of them went out of the classroom door together. In the bright corridor where the sunlight came in, Mo Xian quickened his pace and greeted Iwai. "Iwai-san."

"Mo Jiang," Iwai was stunned for a moment, and unconsciously tugged on the sleeve of his school uniform jacket, as if he didn't expect her to greet him, "Are you going to the toilet too?"

"Yes," Mo Xian explained while avoiding the classmates who went out to relax in the next classroom, "Matsushita-san wanted to preview, so I came here alone."

After talking a few words about the topic in class, seeing that the bathroom was just ahead, Mo Xian immediately asked about today's topic, "By the way, Mizuno-san's murderer has not been found yet, so I am really distressed."

"Yes," when Mizuno was mentioned, her eyelids drooped and the corners of her mouth pulled down, showing a genuinely sad expression, and then hurriedly added, "But I never thought Mo Jiang was the murderer."

"I'm not," Mo Xian said. The murderer may also feel sad for the person he killed, and Iwai's suspicion cannot be completely put aside. "It would be great if we could catch that person quickly."

While talking, the two walked into the bathroom, occupying two small compartments respectively. After satisfying their physical needs, Mo Xian turned on the faucet in front of the sink, caught the warm water with both hands, and when it was dark beside her, Iwai washed his hands next to her. In the sound of running water, she said softly, "Actually, Mizuno didn't give me that letter."

Mo Xian stared at Iwai in the mirror, her tone and movements were normal, and she was telling the truth. After confirming this, Mo Xian stopped rubbing her fingertips, and asked in the same low voice, "Who is that?"

Iwai was silent again.

Mo Xian wanted to beat her up, people who only spoke half a sentence were too annoying, drying her hands under the dryer under the mirror, she watched Iwai in the mirror leave in a hurry, her eyes darkened.

During the whole day of class, Mo Xian could no longer find a chance to talk to Iwai alone, as if she was avoiding it deliberately.

What is she avoiding?

If the audience in the live broadcast room is...

Just as Mo Xian brought up this thought, she sighed again, relying on herself, or relying on herself, she cannot rely on the system for a lifetime.

"Atobe-kun," just as the school bell rang and she was packing her schoolbag, a female voice asked with a smile, "Is there really any activity in the tennis club during the school celebration?"

Asked by her, Mo Xian paused for a while to pack her schoolbag, and from the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Iwai-san in the front row who turned her head back unconsciously, revealing a small dimple that she didn't know about.

"I said there will be," Atobe's voice came, and Iwai-san's smile deepened a little.

It turned out to be like this, Mo Xian closed her schoolbag thoughtfully, and smiled at Matsushita's urging, "It's almost done."

I caught your pigtail~Iwai-san~.

What should you give in exchange?