You are contained

Police Officer Kushida added that for the police officers who are on the night watch, discussing and analyzing the case is the only fun they can pass the time.

"Be content, the chairman of the school is uncomfortable. There was a murder case in the school, and the art teacher under his command was so unethical that he was about to retire and enjoy his old age... Now, tsk tsk..."

Ohara said with a rant.

"Also... Compared to him, we're just a little tired, right Nishikawa!? Why hasn't he come out of the art room, shouldn't it be time for someone else to patrol the corridor!?"

"Wait... why is it so quiet all of a sudden!?"

Police Officer Ohara said suddenly, causing Police Officer Kushida to be stunned. He subconsciously listened to the voice of the art room. It stands to reason that in such a quiet environment at night, how could the police officer Nishikawa, who was guarding the art room, say something. The voice, by comparison, is not a sitting guy.

Likes smoking, likes to knock on the table with his hands, listen to him, he is the fan of the famous detective he thinks...

But now... the art room is eerily quiet.

"Ohara!! What are you doing, say something!"

Police Officer Kushida, who was a little uneasy, couldn't help shouting towards the art room, but what made him feel cold was that Police Officer Nishikawa in the art room didn't answer him...

"..."

"..."

They looked at each other silently, and there was a dignified look in the eyes of police officers Ohara and Kushida at the same time. They could become police officers in Tokyo. They were all outstanding students who graduated from famous police academies, unless the relationship was strong enough. , can't stay in Tokyo.

Police officers Xichuan, who are also newcomers to them, are not related households, or the hard work of staying at the scene is not the turn of those gilded related households, so it is impossible for police officers Xichuan to fall asleep because of boredom.

After all, they came to the vigil for less than two hours, and it was still early for the shift to rest.

So...why did the Nishikawa police officers not answer their calls...

After swallowing his saliva and subconsciously lowering his steps, Ohara cautiously approached the art room and asked the police officer Kushida beside him uneasily.

"That Kushida, do you believe there are ghosts in this world?"

"Why do you say that all of a sudden!?"

Officer Kushida, who suddenly felt chilly, asked with a shudder.

"Do you know that Xichuan is the number one in close combat in the police academy?" Police Officer Ohara asked another question.

"I think it should be the third place, but it's not much different from the first and second battle strength. It's a close defeat..."

Officer Kushida replied.

"So do you think someone could approach Nishikawa quietly in such a quiet atmosphere and solve him quietly?" Police officer Ohara asked in a gloomy tone as he walked carefully to the door of the art room where the lights were always on .

"So you think it's a ghost!" Police officer Kushida's mouth twitched, his right hand slowly took out the baton from his waist, and his left hand was safely placed on the police gun beside him. He still had the mind to joke about this time. His own police officer Ohara rolled his eyes.

"I don't know, maybe we'll catch a big fish!"

Police officer Ohara's heart was beating violently, and it was only less than a minute before the sound in the art room completely disappeared, which means that even if the murderer was not in the art room, he would not be able to escape far, and they were very likely to directly confront the daring one. The murderer is facing...

How could this kind of thing not make him nervous.

After approaching the door of the art room, the two looked at each other wordlessly and nodded. The next moment...!

Kushida, holding a baton in one hand and a police gun in the other, kicked the door of the art room with one foot.

"boom----!!"

The door of the art room was slammed open. Police officer Kushida stepped aside with the help of the anti-shock force. Ohara took his place with police guns in both hands and looked nervously at the art room, ready to shoot at any time.

But before he could call out a raised hand warning.

He was surprised to find that there were no figures at all in the bright art room with the lights on, but what made his scalp tingle was that the police officer Nishikawa who came here to watch the night with them had his back turned to the ceiling like the art teacher. lying on the ground.

At the same time, like the art teacher, his neck was twisted by some kind of terrifying force.

It would be understandable if the seemingly weak art teacher was attacked by someone and twisted his neck, but police officer Nishikawa, a strong man who can fight in close quarters in the police academy, is so silent next to them. was resolved...

In such a short minute...

"People...?"

Looking around the art room in horror, Ohara asked in disbelief. They didn't hear any sound of opening and closing the doors and windows of the classroom. In his opinion, the art room in front of him was a secret room, and in this secret room. In the middle of the day, a police officer was killed when they were just outside the door and responded quickly!

"Where's the culprit!!"

Ohara looked vigilantly and tried to find a place to hide people in the art room, but in the empty art room, apart from some art racks stacked in the corner, there were only some plaster sculptures...

And where people can hide...

Ohara's eyes finally fell on the peculiar one-person-high sculpture that the murdered art teacher had just bought...  

"Nishikawa...dead!"

With an ugly face, he knelt down and checked the signs of Nishikawa's life. Police Officer Kushida said solemnly, and when he raised his head, he saw Ohara's gaze on the strange sculpture with a height of one person, and he couldn't help saying aloud.

"You wouldn't think that the murderer would be like a Trojan horse in the Trojan War, hiding in a sculpture like those Greeks hidden in a Trojan horse, police officer Ohara, wake up, they have already investigated at the police station, which sculpture is cement I did, and it was solid! Overweight!"

"Oh... I just feel a little strange, I feel that the shape of the statue has changed a bit..."

Police officer Ohara said solemnly, frowning.

"Variety!?"

After listening to Police Officer Ohara's words, Police Officer Kushida turned his attention to the reinforced concrete sculpture placed against the wall in the southwest corner of the room. It was a very strange sculpture. The traces of Krylon brand spray paint, the big head looks like an alien.