Sell Evil

It was dusk, and Ikeda finally arrived at home. His father had not returned yet, so he might still be in the pub.

Take out a fast food stick from the refrigerator, then drill into the stove and turn on the TV. This is Ikeda's most precious time besides sleeping. In front of the TV, he eats the junk food that only the poorest families can store, and finishes his homework.

From a very young age, TV seems to have become Ikeda's father. In the book that belongs to him, there is such a sentence: "TV will not go home drunk, TV will not forget me in the zoo, TV will not play Scold me, TV is the guy who teaches me to be human. "

More than once, he imagined that he could, like the protagonists of fictional stories, one day suddenly encounter aliens, or meet mysterious girls, be recruited by secret government agencies, or even be carried to another world by a lightning, Thus changing his life; he hopes that he can be trusted like the heroes in those films, rather than despised and oppressed.

But the moment I opened my eyes every day, Ikeda had to face the cruel reality.

Life is so painful for a 17-year-old boy.

The deepest terror is not from the immediate, but the future; the most thorough despair is not that you do not know the future, but that you can foresee your sad life even if you are young.

I do not know when I stopped the pen in Ikeda's hand. He glanced at the clock on the wall. At ten twenty, his father still did not return home.

Ikeda came out of the stove, came to the door again, put on her shoes, and walked quickly towards the night.

On the secluded street, the young man showed a serious expression never before, and his eyes under the glasses were even a little scary.

Tong Tianyi's bookstore was closed and closed. Ikeda wanted to go in and confirm again when passing by, but obviously there was no response to knocking on the door.

"Since you've come out, never look back!" Ikeda told herself.

走 He walked for more than an hour, and it was almost midnight when he arrived at the school. The dark campus, there is only a little light in the doorman's cabin.

At this point, the security guard on duty should have fallen asleep, because the school stipulated that the night shift security guards would patrol once between midnight and five o'clock. These guys usually fall asleep very early, around four o'clock the next day Get up and go out to buy some breakfast or something after patrolling.

The school gate is not high, and the design of horizontal folding and stretching, Ikeda turned in without any effort, and walked all the way to the front of the teaching building, he finally stopped.

He came here with a rush of anger, only to find that the door of the teaching building was locked with a ring lock at night. Maybe this was not a problem for the fictional heroes, but Ikeda was helpless.

"What am I thinking ..." Ikeda smiled bitterly.

He turned to prepare to go back, while whispering to himself: "No way ... not to mention that both hands are empty now, even if this situation is expected in advance, holding the root canal pliers, it will be a serious matter to damage the school's public property. Right. "

Ikeda really hates himself. He also knows that it is pointless to say such nonsense. The fact is that even if he is determined to do something, he will easily give up because of any minor accident.

"Is it really a waste ... it's deserved to be called wet mosquito coil ..." Ikeda's heart began to torture himself, and he looked back at the teaching building unwillingly, as if there was still a chance to find There is a glimmer of hope.

"That's it!" Ikeda suddenly widened his eyes, hoping that hope really appeared. In his miserable life, there was unexpected good luck.

The closer I walked, the clearer Ikeda looked. There was a window in the corridor on the first floor that had not been closed, leaving a small gap. It was not obvious at first glance, but I found it when I looked back.

He came to the window, took a deep breath, and the cold air rushed into his mind in the cold night. He reached out his hand and opened the window. A few seconds later, he climbed into the corridor smoothly.

Ikeda couldn't restrain the excitement in her heart, her body was shaking, and the sentence of Tianyi a few hours ago was still in my ears: "Dive into Matsuo's office at midnight and take out one of his things. I will allow you to watch Miura book of."

Although I don't know why the other party made such a request, nor do they know why the other party knew Matsuo and Miura, but there is such a strange book filled with people's voices to pave the way.

Until standing in front of the instructor's office, Ikeda's heart could not be said to be very firm, after all, he was Ikeda, the Ikeda who was afraid to fight back after being stabbed, even he couldn't believe what he was doing at the moment. Out of the ordinary things, but this experience has never been more exciting to him, I am afraid that at this moment his adrenaline secretion has been too much, and the hand extended to pull the door shakes very badly.

The yamen opened, and under the clear moonlight, the first to enter Ikeda's sight was a pair of feet.

Hold a pair of feet off the ground, with the toes of both feet leaning inward, and dangling in the air.

Hori Ikeda felt that his heart had stopped beating, his gaze instinctively moved up, and soon saw Matsuo's face.

The eyes with squinted eyes bulging, half-tonguing his tongue, and his face was purple and black, apparently dead.

"Ah ... ah ... heh ... hhhhh ..." Ikeda sat down on the ground and hurried back, his back quickly stuck to the wall of the corridor. He wanted to scream at first, then he vomited, but In the end, he covered his mouth with both hands, and both the shout and the sore stomach were choked back.

I ca n’t shout, because he ca n’t explain why he came to school in the middle of the night after recruiting the security guard;

Wu Chitian himself did not know why there was such a clear and reasonable thought in his mind. Such a calm judgment actually emerged in such a horrible environment. Is he cruel by nature or insensitive to death?

He couldn't help but think too much. The question that needed to be considered was, what should we do next?

"From this point of view, 80% of Matsuo committed suicide, but if the police report, it is impossible to say how to sneak into the school at midnight. Even if the investigation finally proves that Matsuo's death has nothing to do with me, the school will definitely fire me. Ikeda weighed and weighed her thighs a few times, then barely supported her to stand up. Although the legs are still a little soft, at least the pain has restored some consciousness and they can walk.

Wu Chitian walked into the teacher's office, UU reading www. uukanshu.com's gaze deliberately avoided Matsuo's terrible face. He hurried around the hanging body, quickly grabbed a pen from the pen holder on Matsuo's desk, and ran without looking back.

Rushing all the way from the third floor to the first floor, Ikeda came to the window when he turned in, and just wanted to step out, but suddenly found something, there were two different footprints on the window sill!

He came back just backlit, and his own shadow covered the edge of the window, and he didn't notice it, but at the moment under the white moonlight, the discovery made him creepy. There are two shoe prints on the windowsill, the toe heads are on the side of the corridor, and one of them is obviously larger than the other. That smaller shoe print is probably yours, but what about the bigger one?

At this time, his thinking was surprisingly agile. Ikeda soon had the answer. The larger footprint should be left by Matsuo. Because at seven or eight in the evening, the security guard will inspect each room of the teaching building and the gymnasium before falling asleep, and confirm that there are no abnormalities before locking the door. Therefore, Matsuo could not have committed suicide before that. He must have sneaked into the school after eight o'clock and then died. This also explains why he only walked towards the footprints in the corridor and did not return.

When I figured this out, there was nothing to be afraid of. Ikeda turned to the side of the window and carefully wiped his footprints when he went in and out, even the fingerprints on the edge of the window were wiped off, and Matsuo's footprints were his Did not touch.

Iked out leaving no trace of his hands, Ikeda carefully retracted the window with his hand in his cuffs to return to the state he was in when he came, and then quickly escaped the campus and ran on the way home.

At the same time, in the dark corridor of the teaching building, a figure stood silently looking at the back of Ikeda's departure.