Chapter 5 chapter Five

I made a gesture to jump over the window and jump outside, but "Her Royal Highness" stopped me. "No, it's too dangerous." I think this height is fine, but in times of panic, it's best to be cautious.If you accidentally get hurt, it's not worth it. "You two stay here. I'll go and have a look." I left this sentence and ran out of Room 101.When I ran in a straight line in the corridor and was about to run behind the door, the wheelchair on the left-hand side slowly came out of Room 108.It's Kenneth, "The Poet." "Kenneth, it's terrible, just outside—" I was about to say that Bill was lying outside, but I quickly stopped talking. The "poet" looks very strange.The corners of his mouth kept moving as if reciting poetry, but he didn't make a sound at all.His eyes were wide open, and it was obvious that he didn't look at anything, as if he didn't even recognize me who was right in front of him.

"Kenneth, what's the matter? Hello, are you all right?" "...Ah Wei." He finally muttered.But he stared at me anxiously, trying to touch my body like someone who has lost his sight, looking so empty and helpless, even though his eyes were wide open. "It's that, that, east, west" "You—" At this moment, his appearance surprised me even more. "Say what?" "That, one, east, west, that thing woke up." "...You mean that evil thing you said earlier?" "I saw it!" The "poet" didn't know if he heard what I said, but kept nodding, "I saw, I saw it! A black shadow suddenly appeared, and that, one, east, west... covered Bill. Verbal's whole body—”

"You, what are you talking about?" Stella also said just now that she saw something black, and thinking of the connection, I couldn't help getting goosebumps all over my body. "What the hell did that, th, th, th, do to Bill?" "It's Bill, it's Bill." The "poet" didn't seem to hear my voice at all, but shook his head anxiously, "It was Bill who woke up that, this, east, and west. It's all because of the newborn relationship, In fact, as long as you don’t care about it, you’ll be fine, but that guy Bill made a fuss on purpose because of Lu Bennett’s matter. Look! Didn’t the, er, dong, xi wake up from anger? It’s over, we’re going to destroy It's over. It's all over."

"Wait a minute, Kenneth." I was worried about the "poet" who seemed to be in a mental state, but the situation was urgent. "Bill is lying out there now." "Ah?" Hearing this sentence, the "poet" finally focused his eyes, "You said Bill...what's wrong?" "Others are lying outside." "Outside?" The face of "The Poet" was distorted by a different kind of fear than just now. "What do you mean?" "I don't know, I'll have to find out" "Impossible, impossible. Why would Bill..."

"Kenneth, what are you talking about?" "Bill is dead." "What did you say?" "He's dead, Bill was killed. Killed by that, who, what, who just woke up. Just now." "I said I'm going to see now—" "No, it's not like that, Wei, listen to me, Bill did—" "Anyway, I'll go and see first. You stay here, no, wait a minute." I thought again, if the dark shadow he was talking about, that is, the mysterious evil thing that inhabited the "school" was the one who attacked the "retainers" If the prisoner of "The Poet" is alone, it may also be dangerous. "You go to 101, Stella and Kate are over there, go and stay with them. Do you hear me?"

The "poet" was still murmuring, but he obediently walked towards Stella's room.After I confirmed that he was gone, I went outside through the back door. I went around the window of room 103. The "retainer" fell over there.I ran up to feel his pulse.he died.On closer inspection, a mole-like thing appeared on his temple.The blood dripping from the ear was sticking to the chin area, and of course I don't know forensic science, but I knew intuitively that he had been hit on the head with something to kill him.I looked up, and Stella and "Her Royal Highness" who came out of Room 101 looked at me anxiously.I yelled at them.

"Go and inform Mrs. Cotton, quickly!" I shook my head, alluding to the implementation of the death of the "retainer". "Also, don't stand alone, everyone should act together." The two of them drew their heads back.After confirming that they turned off the caller and locked the window, I looked down at the "retainer" again.The corpse's face was facing sideways, and its posture was lying on its stomach.It looks like it froze in the middle of a freestyle swim.The elbow and waist of the left hand form a ㄟ shape, floating slightly above the ground...

Wait a minute, was I misled by the panic of the "poet" and assumed that the "retainer" was killed by someone from the beginning?Could it be that he poked his head out by himself, lost his balance, hit his head on the ground and died?Thinking this way, I stood up and checked the condition of the window.But, no. The windows of room 103, the room of the "retainers", were closed.I stretched out my hand and tried to push it, but it was locked, that is to say, this was not an accidental death. "Ok……?" I suddenly noticed that there seemed to be something gleaming under the sunlight under the elbow of the "retainer" lying on the ground in a ㄟ shape.I reached out and touched it, and I couldn't help being surprised.It's hard and icy to the touch.I pulled that thing out tremblingly. Isn't this a small pistol?It's a new style that I haven't seen before, but it's a gun.it is true?Or a model?Is it a "retainer" thing?I wondered if I should put the gun back, but instead tucked it into the belt of my trousers, covering it with the inside of my jacket.Yes, I have seen someone do similar things, and it is the same style of gun as this one, but at this time, the death of the "retainer" should not make me lose my cool, right?I didn't think about it that much.

After a while, Mrs. Cotton, lightly clutching the hem of her gown, trotted past Ali from the main area. "Neutral", "Her Royal Highness" and Stella followed her. Mrs. Cotton, who knelt down to feel the pulse of the "retainer", pressed her lips tightly. At first glance, her stern expression looked the same as usual, but it was obviously turning blue. "...Unfortunately, it's already a step late. Whoever gets a sheet, I'll wrap him up and take him back to the room. The rest will be after Dr. Seward and the others come back—" "Please wait a moment." The one who refuted was "Neutral", "You can't destroy the scene casually."

"The scene?" Mrs. Cotton, who had been silent just now, straightened her back and stood up, and then returned to her usual haughty attitude, "You mean the scene? Howard, what are you talking about?" "Because it's clear Bill was killed by someone." "You said kill?" Mrs. Cotton shook her body and said sharply, "Don't talk nonsense! You said killed? Bill Wilba? Tell me, who will kill this innocent child? Hmm? Who the hell is that?" "I do not know yet." "You wouldn't say that a suspicious person passing by did this kind of thing, would you? You can't talk nonsense. How could someone go all the way here to do this kind of thing?"

"Could it be—" I think it's better to keep silent, but I can't help it, "Lou Bennett did a good thing?" "What, what did you say?" Mrs. Cotton turned to look at me angrily, "Ah Wei, why are you talking nonsense?" "Before Bill's body was discovered just now, Stella saw someone moving outside the window." I pointed to the window of Room 101. "Just over there. Right, Stella?" Stella nodded, and Mrs. Cotton looked at her with her mouth wide open, "You...you said such a thing? Are you saying that the figure is the way, and also killed Bill? You are all crazy. The most important thing is , the way now—" "It's not just Stella seeing." "What else do you want to say?" "Kenneth saw it too. He saw a dark shadow covering Bill's body..." At this moment, I realized that there was no shadow of "Poet". "By the way, where's Kenneth?" "Huh?" "Her Royal Highness" looked at Stella in surprise, "When we went to call Mrs. Cotton, he was still with us——wasn't he?" "Well." Stella nodded, "When we went to the restaurant, apart from Mrs. Cotton, Howard was there too. After we informed about Bill, everyone should have come here together." Is it because you are in a wheelchair, so you are slow?Or he didn't want to see Bill's dead body.So hide?I was suspicious. "Anyway—" "Neutral" is no less real than Mrs. Cotton, and stared at her with his feet apart, "This is a murder case. Stay at the scene and call the police immediately." "Call the police?" Not knowing whether to be angry or what, Mrs. Cotton said with an expression as if she was trying to suppress a laugh, "I mean you, how do you call the police?" "Why not? Don't you understand that this is an extraordinary state of affairs?" "Howard, you look very excited now, I don't care about you, but can you speak in a low voice? Didn't I say it? I can't make any decisions personally." When Mrs. Cotton said this, I realized that it was a very pedantic thing not to think about it before. Our "school" is basically a landline that receives such urgent calls for help, and there is no way for a patrol car or an ambulance to come over. environment.Even if it's not an extreme event like murder, what if someone suddenly fell ill?Could it be that the "Principal" and "Dorm Supervisor" have expertise in medical treatment?Will it be like this? "All in all—" Maybe Mrs. Cotton made it clear that she didn't intend to take responsibility?She has completely calmed down, "I'll wait for Dr. Seward to come back. Dr. Seward will decide how to deal with it." "Then it's too late." Seeing Mrs. Cotton's attitude that seemed unshakable, "Neutral" seemed helpless. "It will take a while for the patrol car to come. Anyway, sooner or later the police will be called. Of course, the sooner the better." "What does it mean to call the police sooner or later? Howard, you don't have any decision-making power at all. Don't talk here." "But Mrs Cotton—" "Doctor, they shouldn't run too far, and they will be back soon. Listen, we will wait for them to come back and say, got it, huh?" Mrs. Cotton turned around and walked towards the barbed wire fence behind, "Neutral" asked her back as if asking for help, "Where are you going?" "Go to Bill's room to get the sheets. No matter what, you can't leave the dead alone. Since you said you can't move around, at least you can cover him with something." The four of us had no choice but to watch Mrs. Cotton leave. "Neutral" murmured: "……I do not like." "Oh, here again?" The voice of "Her Royal Highness" was full of nervousness, which did not match the jokes she said, "Howard, I already know your way of speaking. I think, you probably want to Say, what happened to Bill is to test our reasoning ability again? Or, despite the appearance of the matter, Bill is actually alive. In fact, this is not a corpse, but a puppet?" "Hello, Kate." "Neutral" tried to fight back, his voice was so hard, as if he wanted to pretend to be the usual hot-blooded detective, but he failed. "No matter what, I wouldn't say such a thing. Bill is indeed dead. But don't you find it strange?" "There are a lot of strange things. I don't know which one you mean?" "I'm talking about Mrs. Cotton. Why didn't she call the police when this happened? Even if Dr. Seward has all the decision-making power, what happened now can be resolved without Dr. Seward." "It's better to say that she means that the police are useless." "what?" "I don't know where the nearest police station is, but judging from the time it takes for Dr. Seward to pick up freshmen every time they go out, it's obvious that the distance is so far that you can't just come here." "No matter how far away it is, you should call the police, right? Even if it takes hours or days to arrive, since it is a country ruled by law, the police should come." "You're right, but Mrs. Cotton doesn't seem to think so. She seems to have made it clear that, regardless of whether he is a country ruled by law or not, after reporting to the police, if she is required to take responsibility, she will be insensitive." "Howard, what are you doing?" "If the police won't come for a while, then we have to do what we can. I want to find out if there are any things left by the prisoners?" "Ah." I groaned, and unconsciously pulled out the pistol tucked in my belt. "Since you mentioned it, look at this—" "Ah? Hello!" "Neutral" jumped up and snatched the pistol from his hand. "A Wei, what is this thing for? This—" I don't know if he has experience in handling it, but he inspected the body of the gun skillfully, then raised his stiff face, "This, this is a real gun. " "...is it really a real gun?" "Although it is a rare new design, it is absolutely unmistakable. It is a real gun. It is also loaded with bullets." "I said Ah Wei, what's the matter with you? How could there be such a dangerous thing?" "No, it's over there—" Under the accusations of "Neutral" and "Her Royal Highness", I felt very anxious. "That thing fell under Bill's arm. I thought he must have been walking around with one of those weapons, and never thought the prisoner left it—" Huh?etc?Where the prisoner stayed?So... I finally thought of a conclusion that I would draw as a matter of course, and I was speechless for a while.After thinking about it this way, isn't it Mr. Baggins, the "dominant" who killed the "retainer" Bill?Because the pistol was similar to the one he had been playing with this morning in front of the barbed wire at the back.I think, eighty-nine are the same.So, the gun—no, wait.The "house supervisor" is not necessarily the only one who owns a gun in the "school", I can't make a judgment.Nothing is clear yet.I desperately reminded myself of the impending panic. "Hey, Howard, are you sure this gun must belong to the prisoner?" "I can't say for sure, but it's highly likely. At least I don't think it's Bill's thing." "But Bill doesn't look like he was shot." "Perhaps. A blow to the head that looked fatal, but it could have been beaten with the gun." "In that case, why did the prisoner leave the gun here?" Someone jogged over. "Neutral" hurriedly hid the pistol behind his back, and inserted the body of the gun into his belt.Taking a closer look, it was Mrs. Cotton who came.She fetched the sheet, and gently covered Bill's body. "Hey, everyone, let's go." "Well, what are you going to do next?" "Didn't you just say that? Wait for Dr. Seward to come back. Don't hang around until she comes back. Everyone gathers in the dining room and waits. Do you hear me?" Mrs. Cotton strode quickly towards the entrance of the main area with the attitude of believing that the students would obediently follow her. "Neutral", "Her Royal Highness" Stella, and I had no choice but to follow.Everyone looked back from time to time. Walking into the main area from the porch, and when they came to the door of the restaurant, "Neutral" suddenly let out a terrifying roar of "Hello". "What's the matter? Howard?" "Neutral" ignored Mrs. Cotton's restless scolding, and ran towards the central hall.We chased after it without knowing why.then-- The wheelchair is parked next to the vending machine.Not moving at all.The familiar blanket with teddy bears painted on it.It was the blanket that "The Poet" loved to use.It was seeping black—no, red and black, dripping from his feet. Sitting in a wheelchair, Kenneth "The Poet" Duffy was blowing his head feebly, his whole body stiff.Near his throat was the handle of what looked like a kitchen knife, and his jacket was dyed red and black like a blanket. No breath. The "poet" is dead.