Chapter 46 Chapter Forty-Six

"What happened next?" What I really wanted to ask was "Who was killed next?" But I couldn't ask, it was too heavy. "Xiao Lin Huiqiu, who killed the teacher, was completely frightened and stupid. Seeing the corpses of his mother and teacher lying on the ground at the same time, it would be strange if he didn't go crazy. It's really embarrassing for him." In all fairness, that is indeed the case.Xiaolin Huiqiu is only in the first grade of middle school, not long after graduating from elementary school.Although this is the age when self-awareness begins to strengthen and gradually learns to be cunning and brave, but after all, he is still a child, and it is impossible to keep calm when suddenly faced with the fact that his mother died and the teacher was killed by himself.

"What did Kobayashi Huiqiu do later?" I asked.Takeshi Nagashima shrugged his shoulders, showing an expression of "you can imagine it".At this moment, I seemed to rush into the scene of the incident at Harimazaki Middle School five years ago again. The tables, chairs, characters and all the scenery in front of me were like pieces of fish scales that were mottled and peeled off, gradually shattered and disappeared, and replaced by a completely different scenery.It was a pure white corridor like the inside of a hospital, and I was running along the corridor.To be precise, the one running is not me, but Kobayashi Huiqiu.He was wearing a dark blue tracksuit with red and white stripes, his hair sticking up like a bristle brush, and he was small and childish.I saw him panting, stumbling, and running along the corridor.And I followed closely behind him, watching what he saw.

How is this going?What the hell happened? ——While whispering repeatedly, he ran forward and shook his head several times, as if he wanted to get rid of the appearance of the female teacher who died under his hands.When he was running through a left corner, he fell and his knee hit the ground. He hurriedly got up and continued to run forward. It's not hard for me to imagine where he's going. "My own classroom." I murmured unconsciously.When a middle school student is cornered, all he wants to do is turn to his friends. "He's going to tell the class what just happened."

As soon as Xiaolin Huiqiu arrived at the back door of his class classroom, he tried his best to open the door, but perhaps because he was too emotional, he didn't let go of his strength at all, the door made a slamming sound, it fell off the door track, and the entire door panel fell to the corridor. There was another ear-piercing bang. The whole class immediately turned their heads to look at Xiaolin Huiqiu at the back of the classroom, and me.Classes were in progress in the classroom, and a slender male teacher with shoulder-length hair stood beside the screen in front of him. "Hui Qiu?" The classmate called his name.Then everyone asked in a hurry: "What's wrong with you?"

Kobayashi Huiqiu raised his right hand and found that his hand was stained with uneven color and somewhat thick red liquid.The moment he realized that it was blood, the face of the female teacher who was staring and falling in front of his eyes appeared in his mind. He couldn't bear it anymore and vomited on the spot, but what he vomited was only sour gastric juice. "Huiqiu, what's wrong with you? Are you okay? Why did you vomit?" A few students worriedly left their seats and approached him. "Hey, Xiao Lin, what's the matter? What happened?" The slender male teacher also walked quickly to the back of the classroom.

Xiao Lin Huiqiu looked at the vomit at his feet, sobbing non-stop, unable to speak a word. "Hey, Xiao Lin, what's the matter? What happened?" The male teacher asked again in a strong tone: "Quickly tell me, what happened to this blood? What happened?" The male teacher had an extremely wide jaw and his eyes flared out, making him look like a fish.He didn't seem to be worried about Kobayashi Huiqiu's condition, but worried about other things. "Teacher Xiaoshi and..." Xiaolin Huiqiu spoke, but he found his voice was too low, so he squeezed out his voice with greater strength: "Teacher Xiaoshi and my mother are dead!" After he finished speaking, Suddenly, I felt chills all over my body, and I began to tremble non-stop, and I could hardly stand up.

Other students also gathered around Xiaolin Huiqiu, everyone was discussing, and the whole class was shrouded in uneasiness. "Teacher Xiaoshi... shot and killed my mother." Xiao Lin Huiqiu clenched his fists, trying not to vomit.A female student with rich sensibility and imagination has already screamed. "Where's Mr. Xiaoshi? Where's Teacher Xiaoshi?" The male teacher kept shaking Xiao Lin Huiqiu's arm, but he seemed afraid of touching the blood on Xiao Lin Huiqiu's hand, so he only dared to hold the unstained sportswear parts. Xiaolin Huiqiu only said "Ms. Xiaoshi, she..." and couldn't continue, her whole body trembled.At the same moment, the floor began to shake and the classroom windows crackled.

"Take Nagashima, don't you want to say that he broke the window with his super power?" Gotanda Masaomi interrupted, with a very defensive tone. But I thought to myself, that must be a superpower.But Nagashima Zhang also did not confirm clearly, "You just have to believe what you want to believe. But the fact is that all the window panes in the classroom were broken. There are many possible explanations, such as a sudden blow from the west side of the school building. A strong wind." "Really?" "What I want to say is that this is also a possibility." The tone of Joshi Nagashima gradually changed to that of talking to a familiar friend, as if the three of us had drawn a lot closer to him. The window glass was blown. You might as well go to the Meteorological Agency and check it out, and you will know that I am not lying, there was a sudden strong wind that day. If you think this explanation is more reasonable than superpowers, then you should explain it this way. I said these I don’t want to convince you of the existence of superpowers, but the window glass was broken, and several students screamed and fell into a state of hyperactivity, and panic spread among the students.”

"You don't want to say that the students yelled and released some supernatural powers, so that all the students in the class died later. It wouldn't be such a bad ending, would it?" "Don't worry," Yongshima Zhang said with the corners of his lips curled up, "It's not that kind of ending." I came to the scene of the Harimazaki Middle School incident again, and became one of the bystanders standing behind Teruaki Kobayashi.Although the scenery in front of him was completely constructed from the description of Jo Nagashima, it was extremely real.

The window glass was broken, and the students were in a mess. At this time, several adults rushed into the classroom. The leader was an old teacher with short hair and a wrinkled face, followed by several teachers. They asked one after another: "What happened?" What's wrong?" After looking around the classroom, the old teacher said to a male teacher next to him: "Go to the next class to take care of the students, and don't let them come over, lest things will get worse." Among all the people present, only this steady old teacher was able to maintain his composure and give instructions.The male teacher who received the order agreed loudly, and immediately walked to the next classroom.

"What happened?" the old teacher asked the long-haired male teacher, and glanced at Xiao Lin Huiqiu.The old teacher also saw the gastric juice on the ground and the blood on Huiqiu's sportswear, but he remained silent. Before the male teacher could answer, a student suddenly interjected, "Hey, Huiqiu, this kind of thing happened, you should call the police quickly." The old teacher looked at the student with a cold gaze, and said, "We are confirming the situation, please be quiet." The old teacher's tone was calm, but full of coercive force that people could not resist. For a while, all the students fell silent.But at this time, Xiao Lin Huihuo made a move. He stretched out his hands and pushed the old teacher in front of him with all his strength.The old teacher fell backwards, knocked over the table, and sat down on the ground. Immediately afterwards, another group of people rushed into the classroom noisily. It was Shunichiro Mabi and other parents and their children. They were all having parent-child conversations in a separate meeting room, and they all ran over when they heard the commotion.The parents looked nervous, their eyes widened and they asked, "What are you arguing about?" The students started clamoring, and their usually suppressed emotions were released in an instant. The behavior of resisting the teacher made them excited. The students roared loudly, and the whole classroom exuded a sense of unity. Parents unite against teachers, and the scene of protest is on the verge of breaking out. "Then, it exploded." Yongshima Zhang said. I came back to my senses again and looked at the artistic chandeliers on the walls and ceiling of the hotel room. At some point, Takeshi Nagashima picked up a fruit knife and a yellow fruit, and was peeling the fruit with an elegant gesture. "Outburst? Are you talking about superpowers?" Oishikura asked, apparently in disbelief but unable to stop asking, "Is there really such a thing?" A scene emerged in my mind: the eyes of the students radiated light, staring at the teachers, this image was clearer than any image I had just seen. The body temperature of the students rose gradually, and all the sweat glands opened up, releasing sweat and heat at the same time.Kobayashi Huiqiu spit out gastric juice mixed with saliva again, and at the same time, as if all the students had agreed, a gust of hot wind blew up in the classroom, and the skins of the teachers were all burned and festered, and the hot air gradually distorted the scenery , The picture in front of my eyes is like being ground by a file, gradually becoming blurred.The potential special abilities of the students were all released. I thought to myself, so this is the truth of what happened at Harimazaki Middle School five years ago.However, what Jo Nagashima said next completely overturned my imagination. "The collective explosion of superpowers is too absurd to think about. Of course, this may be true. As far as I am concerned, I may choose to believe it. However, I suggest that you still imagine some more likely situations, For example, what explodes is not a superpower.” "Or what? A pistol?" "It's the teachers' fear." "The fear of the teachers?" "The school conducted research on special abilities, and the students were all subjects. I believe that teachers living in such an environment should be particularly neurotic about superpowers. They are very afraid that the students will be in a hyperactive state Next, the super power will be released." I suddenly realized, and couldn't help but want to nod vigorously.In an atmosphere of explosive tension, if someone points a gun at someone, I'm afraid no one will be able to keep calm.What's more, what the teachers faced at that time was not guns, but superpowers with unknown effects. It was like invisible guns. The teachers could not predict when and how students would attack. For myself, that kind of fear is definitely not comparable to the average level. "My guess is that one or several of the teachers fired because they couldn't bear the fear." "The teacher fired?" "Shooted the student." Takeo Nagashima gently put the knife after cutting the fruit back on the table. "The results of it?" "The result was a scuffle." He put the fruit in his mouth and bit it, the flesh shattered immediately, and the juice spurted out. The sound of chewing sounded quite harsh. "The gunshots were mixed with wailing and roaring. .I also noticed something was wrong in the staff room, so I quickly dropped the vacuum cleaner and rushed to the classroom to check.” He said with a self-deprecating smile and said, “Finally it’s my turn to appear on stage.” "Did you climb into the classroom through the wiring duct in the ceiling?" I remembered the description in the documentary.Takeo Nagashima was originally a simple and pragmatic servant. When he noticed something strange, he mustered up the courage to crawl along the dim wiring pipes, broke into the classroom and killed the criminals. Now he has become a hero who shoulders the hope of the country's future. .At least that's what the documentary says. "Don't be stupid." Nagashima shrugged and said: "Of course I walked through the corridor, walked up the stairs, and walked to the classroom as usual. The wiring pipe is just a decoration." "Retouch?" "When I arrived at the door of the classroom, the door panel that Xiaolin Huiqiu had knocked down was still lying on the ground. So I saw what happened in the classroom at a glance, and was frightened on the spot." Jo Nagashima showed a painful expression, but it didn't seem like he was regretting his disappointment at the time, but he was complaining that he still couldn't forget the horrific scene after meeting him for five years. "All the students and teachers in the classroom fell on the ground, stacked one on top of the other, the tables and chairs were in a mess, and the ground was covered with water. I took a closer look and found that the liquid was thicker, glossier and stickier than ordinary water. Only then did I realize that it was blood. There were only two people standing in the whole classroom: one was an old teacher surnamed Ogata, and the other was a short student. The others were lying on the ground, and Ogata was holding a gun Point to the student's head." "Pointing at the student's head?" Nagashima nodded, "Yes, and then he shot. At the same moment, I stepped into the classroom, and I regretted how I walked in at such a time. Ogata saw me and pointed the gun at me , but he did not shoot." "Because you're an MP?" "I was just a servant at the time." Joshima laughed, as if he had lost his guard against us. Mr. Ogata, who had just shot and killed the student, not only looked nonchalant, but even gave people a refreshing feeling that he had just finished a troublesome job.He said to Nagashima: "You have to help me with this." What follows is no longer speculation or imagination, but Nagashima Jo's personal experience.Following his narration, I returned to the scene again, sticking close behind Nagashima Takeshi, watching the incident at Harimazaki Middle School. Ogata is a hale and hearty old man, if there are no wrinkles on his face, no one can tell that he is an old man by looking at his vigorous standing posture.Two sharp eyes shot out from the two eye sockets like tree holes, and they landed on the embarrassed Nagashima Jo. "Follow me to the next classroom." He said to Jo Nagashima in a commanding tone.Ordinarily, Mizushima Jo had always been curious about how old the old teacher was, but now his doubts became even stronger. "Go to the next classroom?" "We have to account for the commotion." The old teacher, Ogata, put the pistol into the inside pocket of his jacket, and walked out of the classroom without even looking at the corpses all over the floor.Takeshi Nagashima involuntarily followed Kamido, but almost slipped because of the blood on the ground. "Explanation? How to explain this situation?" Takeo Nagashima asked Ogata while looking back at the dead bodies all over the classroom. He tried his best not to spit out the contents of his stomach. "Who the hell is that Ogata? It seems that he is definitely not an ordinary old teacher." Gotanda Masaoomi asked.Listening to his tone, it didn't seem like he was picking a problem, but he was trying to clear the fog in his mind, trying to see the scene in his mind clearly.Compared with the blindness of the eyes, he seems to be more unable to accept the blindness of the head. "I don't know that person Ogata, but you have all seen him." Nagashima Jo said straightforwardly. All three of us were taken aback. "Huh? When? Where?" "Just now, in the airport parking lot." Could it be one of those followers? "In short, Ogata told me the process of the incident, including Kobayashi Teruaki's confession, and everything Ogata himself witnessed, and then he said to me: 'There are two ways to clean up this situation.'" "Two ways?" I thought to myself, does Ogata mean only two ways, or as many as two ways? "Shut up, or shut up." Yongshima Zhang said.