MTL - Sell Evil-Chapter 3 After the incident

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Near one o'clock in the morning, Ikeda, who was soaked with cold sweat, ran back home, and he stayed away all the way until he saw the familiar door and calmed down slightly.

There was light in the squatter room, and it seemed that his father had returned drunk.

He stomped into the room and tentatively said, "I'm back."

No one responded, only his own heavy breathing.

Wu Chitian came to the room with light, and opened the door halfway. The sight let him breathe a sigh of relief. His father fell asleep drunkenly in the kiln, and several empty wine bottles were scattered beside him.

"Returned home in the middle of the night and found that my son was not there, but he was still indifferent to sleep." Ikeda helped his father turn off the lights, closed the door, and muttered in a low voice.

He took a shower and returned to his room. Although he was lying on the bed, he was completely sleepless. As soon as you close your eyes, the corpse hanging from the rope, and Matsuo's miserable face will appear repeatedly.

Until the sky was bright, Ikeda still had bloodshot eyes and looked at the ceiling.

He thought about it all night, but didn't want to understand anything, only a mess in his mind, and a terrible feeling of headache and apathy.

Why did Matsuo commit suicide? What's the point of not being hung up in the teacher's office? What happened to that weird bookstore? Who is the bookstore owner? Why should I be assigned to steal from Matsuo's office at midnight? Is Matsuo's death related to him?

I turned around for a while, Ikeda looked at the clock, and it was almost time to go to school. Although he was tired, he didn't dare to ask for leave. It might be due to guilty conscience. Ikeda felt that the absence of the day when he found the body in the school would be suspicious.

He caught the bus today, so he didn't pass Tianyi's bookstore. In fact, even if I choose to walk to school, Ikeda knows that the bookstore owner will not open the door so early. Seeing his virtue is the kind of goods that will never crawl out of the bed before 10 am, so even passing the bookstore is useless.

The situation at the school was similar to Ikeda's imagination. The man on the night shift found the body at about four o'clock, and he didn't call an ambulance. He called the police directly. It is estimated that Matsuo's model has clearly expressed "I have Saved "fact.

At dawn, the police had sealed off the entire third floor of the teaching building. The investigation and evidence collection proceeded slowly, and many teachers and even students were questioned. Ikeda was not asked, it may be that he looks too inconspicuous, or it gives the impression of being introverted and difficult to talk.

The students whispered in the morning, of course, the content of the discussion was Matsuo's death; the teachers seemed to be absent-minded, so they left the class discipline alone.

"Ah ... Matsuo, that's the worst person! The mean and insignificant middle-aged uncle, in his forties, is still unmarried. He is usually indifferent to some female teachers, and I heard that there are female students who have been harassed by him. Yes, but this guy did not leave any evidence of bad things, and had a good relationship with the school board. He still loved the parents, so the principal could not fire him, so everyone had to watch him every day. Coming to school was annoying.

It's great that such a person can commit suicide. Finally, he has done a good thing for the world. Hey, police officer, don't look at me with that kind of look. I speak so straightly. Speak up. "

It was Teacher Kurosawa who said this to the police. The menopause has passed, and Chinese teachers close to retirement age are unstoppable. It's difficult to get such a character into leadership, but this type of person will never be hated by colleagues or students, except Matsuo ...

If you compare Matsuo to slippery, dirty water, Kurosawa is the boiling hot oil. The snobbish Matsuo will skillfully use two forms of bowing and kneeling and high toe in front of different people, but when he encounters Kurosawa, he can only hide far. The reason is very simple: put a villain with an ordinary person, he is just a nasty guy; and compare a villain with an upright person, then he is nothing but dregs.

The testimonies collected by the police will naturally be screened and analyzed, but everyone seems to have recognized Matsuo's character. In short, it gives people the feeling of death.

But because of this, the problem has become more confusing.

人 People like this will commit suicide? And he obviously lived alone, why should he sneak into the school in the middle of the night to commit suicide? Can't hang at home?

Nearly noon, the school finally announced that the class was suspended for a long time, and the students could go back after lunch.

This is undoubtedly good news for Ikeda. He can't wait to rush to that bookstore. There are too many questions to be answered. However, he finished his lunch peacefully in the cafeteria and left with one after another.

Xu Chitian told himself that he must be very cautious and cannot do anything unusual. Even if no one would pay attention to him at all, he must be as careful as possible.

He walked home for an hour, and seemed very calm along the way. He didn't glance at Tianyi's bookstore.

"I'm back." Ikeda said this, closed the door, and sat on the porch and changed his shoes.

走进 He walked into the living room. His father was holding a cigarette, sitting in the kimono, watching TV, and hearing the sound of Ikeda opening the door, he didn't return his head, "Is it because I'm coming back so early?"

Ikeda also sat next to the kimono and took the homework out of the schoolbag. "Ms. Matsuo committed suicide at school last night, so class was suspended in the afternoon."

My dad frowned slightly after listening: "Ah ... that guy, your class teacher, I remember him. I visited him once last year, walked in with that disgusting look, and also showed up when talking to me An arrogant expression, what the hell. "He took a puff of cigarettes:" How did you die? Jump off the school roof? Or something? "

Ikeda looked numb and shoved thick glasses: "It was hanged. I heard it was sneaking into the school in my office at night. I don't know the specific situation."

"Oh, right." Dad Ikeda reached out to get the remote control on the table, he snored as soon as he moved, and a glass of alcohol burst out of his mouth, but Ikeda didn't care much, he was used to it anyway.

"Maybe there will be news in this matter." Dad cut a few stations, found a channel that was running the news and then stopped.

"The New Year is approaching, and the security situation in Hokkaido is still declining at the end of this year. It is again the lowest last year compared to all parts of the province. In addition to frequent burglaries, violent crimes have also increased. In response, today ’s reporter and some of the experts we invited came together ... ”

News is still the same tone as before, broadcast some frustrating news, and then called a few so-called experts to express some useless comment.

"If there is news in your school, maybe you will also appear on TV." Dad said while turning up the volume of the TV.

Ikeda just answered the sentence indifferently; "I don't remember someone like a reporter coming in the morning."

Time passed quickly, Ikeda sat there and did two hours of homework. His dad drank a few drinks, stared at the boring news and slept again.

Packed up, turned off the TV, Ikeda returned to his room, took out a pen from under the pillow, this is an ordinary fountain pen from Matsuo's desk last night.

This pen reminds Ikeda that everything last night was not a dream, not an illusion, not even an imagination, but a fact that had really happened.

December 11th at 4pm.

Wu Chitian came to Tianyi's bookstore again, and the scene he saw after pushing the door into the room was almost the same as yesterday. UU reading books www.uukanshu. com

However, today, Tianyi did not ignore Ikeda, he directly put down the book and coffee in his hand and took the lead to say, "Come here, sit casually."

Ikeda walked to Tianyi's desk and found that there was no such thing as a chair. The only sofa chair in the room was occupied by the owner of the bookstore, so he could only respond: "I'm still standing . "

Tianyi opened the drawer at hand and took out a book with a black cover and put it on the table: "Miura Kazuya's secrets are in it." He pressed his hand on the book, and did not mean to take it away: "You fetch it What about things? "

Ikeda asked, "Since you have my book in hand, you must already know that I have done what you told me, so why ask more?" He said and left Matsuo's pen on Tianyi's desk. .

Yun Tian yawned and looked down: "It's because I know more than you think, so I can't show you Miura's book for the time being."

"Do you want to regret it ?!" Ikeda raised her voice, shock and anger were triggered.

However, Tianyi quickly extinguished his emotions: "The reason you want to read this book is to get revenge on Miura, to vent the grievances that have been oppressed by him in the past two years, um ... it may also be prepared Spread all the grievances in his short life on Miura. It doesn't matter, I support you, but I think that you may have more urgent things to do at this stage. "He said sharply:" This morning, right now There is a police officer in your school, he is very good, and can even be said to be very savvy. At five in the morning, he was the first police officer to arrive at Matsuo's "suicide" scene, and immediately found the suspect and made a correct judgment- Matsuo was killed. "

Ikeda's face turned blue, and she stepped back involuntarily: "What did you say ..."

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