Chapter 3 third quarter

Negishi, the criminal policeman who came from the local police station, was a man who didn't look very good. It even made people think that it would be more appropriate to say that he was arrested rather than arresting people.He is about forty years old, his body looks square and strong, and his face is square and big.His slender eyes looked at me with a scrutiny-like sternness. I was interviewed by him in a corner of the gym.The vault boxes in the gymnasium serve as chairs.There were grade directors and teaching directors sitting beside me, and both of them had ugly faces.Especially the teaching director, even the bald scalp has lost all color and is pale.

Negishi frowned and scratched his head with the end of the ballpoint pen after listening to our story of the discovery of the corpse, and said, "Then what do you think of those digital boards and flags?" "What do you think?" "When the body was found, those things were already arranged, right?" "I should have said all this just now." "I know. So I mean, there's no way those things would just be out there like that under normal circumstances?" "Almost." I glanced at the dean and the others, "I just came here to work yesterday, so I'm not sure."

"It should have been locked in the equipment room all the time." The dean said in a panic. Negishi pursed his lower lip and frowned. "What do those even mean?" "Six times three," I said. Negishi gave a "hmm" and then rolled his eyes. "What did you say?" "I said six times three. Don't the crossed flags look like the multiplication sign in arithmetic?" "Ah" Negishi seemed to finally understand, stroking his chin, "It's true when you say that. Then, do you think there is anything suspicious about this six multiplied by three?"

"No." I shook my head immediately, "I just want to say it looks like it." "What about the directors? What do you think?" Negishi looked back and forth between the teaching director and the grade director. The two of them just shook their heads without saying a word. Negishi sighed, and said again: "This doesn't seem like something meaningless. It can be understood that this is some kind of message left by Mr. Hamaguchi who was killed." "That's the death message." I opened my mouth and said this term often used in mystery novels.

Negishi revealed a slightly disgusted expression.It should be reprimanded secretly: Don't confuse real cases with novels! "By the way, have you been to the equipment room?" Negishi asked me, pointing to the corner opposite the gymnasium. It is said that there are all kinds of equipment needed for sports events, but I haven't seen it in the first two days since I arrived.I told the criminal police truthfully. "So, of course you don't know what's going on inside?" "What's going on inside?" the dean asked. "It's a little strange. Well, please go and see for yourself."

After Negishi finished speaking, we all stood up.There were several police officers coming in and out of the equipment room.I followed Negishi and walked in.Then, I let out a "wow". "Outrageous?" Negishi turned around and said. Indeed, the condition of the room was dire.The first thing that caught the eye was the cracked ping pong balls, which were scattered all over the ground like broken egg shells, and there were countless numbers.Footballs, dodgeballs, etc. also seemed to have been cut with knives, and the badmintons that should have been placed on the shelf were torn to pieces and thrown on the ground.

"What's going on, this " the grade director whispered next to me. "It wasn't like this until yesterday, right?" Facing Negishi's inquiry, the grade director and the teaching director nodded in unison. "Then this is what the murderer did." Negishi said to himself, crossing his arms and looking around the room. "This is troublesome." The dean whispered next to me, "These things are all new, I don't know how much it will cost." I couldn't help but glance at the lizard-like face of the teaching director.A teacher was killed, but he seemed more concerned about budget overruns on sporting goods.

At this time, a young detective came over and whispered something in Negishi's ear.Negishi nodded and said, "I'll be there right away," and then looked at us again. "Hamaguchi Kozo-san is here. Would you like to say hello?" "Mr. Bangkoujosan?" the dean tilted his head and asked. "It's Mr. Hamaguchi's husband." "Oh," the dean nodded, looking at the grade director and me, "Then I'll go over and say hello first." Great!I wonder.When attending a funeral, I am most afraid to say some sentimental words to the family of the deceased.I don't know how to deal with this situation today.I saluted with the grade director and said: "Then please." Perhaps the dean also felt that if he didn't come forward at this time, he would really be looked down upon by the teachers.

The grade director and I walked out of the equipment room and walked towards the exit of the gymnasium.Negishi and the dean walked towards the vault box we had just sat on.A man in a brown suit and gold-rimmed glasses was sitting there, surrounded by some criminal police.I saw him covering his face with a handkerchief and crying.Looks like that's Mr. Hamaguchi, I thought.