Chapter 52 second quarter

"Senator Katori is very keen on things like astrology and feng shui. Of course, it's not just about looking at lucky colors. He also pays attention to the orientation, interior decoration, astrology and celestial bodies movement... etc. It is said that the people around are very cooperative. Hard work," Nakamura said. "I know that." Student Jing replied. Indeed, my father's peculiar style impressed me deeply. He would temporarily cancel the long-awaited trip on the grounds that... "March is not suitable to go in that direction", such things are already commonplace.

"Later he became interested in things like black magic, and he seemed to be planning to set up some mysterious religious group." Nakamura smiled: "It's really troublesome to worship some tarot card wizard." "I know that too." Student Jing replied again. "Do you know one more thing?" Nakamura, who was lying on the pink carpet, lifted his chin: "The last thing Senator Katori desires is a prophet." "Well, I can imagine it." Kagami stared at Nakamura: "Whether it's divination or anything else, the purpose is to predict the disaster that will happen to you in advance."

"Dark magic is different, that's another." "If you can predict disasters, you can minimize your own losses, and even know the opponent's movements, and further obstruct the opponent... For politicians, it is the most ideal." "It's really convenient." The man named Wang Tian said loudly: "It's much easier to have one in the family." After he finished speaking, he took a step forward and looked at Jing: "I'll hire you for 800 yuan an hour. Do you want to hire me?" ?” "Are you kidding, at least fifteen thousand."

"Hello, I'm a low-income household." "Then there's no need to talk about it." Student Jing didn't even look at him, he was indeed a naturally indifferent person. "Hey, Nakamura—" The knife slid across Nakamura's neck, and his body was visibly stiff. "How on earth did you find these prophets from class B of the second year? I really want to know." "The prophet cannot be found. After all, there are very few natural births. In this regard, they are much more valuable than diamonds." "Then what..." "It's very simple, make it." He replied quickly: "You and Fujiki... It should be said that the twenty-eight people in Class B of the second year were all created by Senator Katori, Kiichi Kurasaka, and those big figures on the cloud. Yes, that is, their property.”

"Did the prophet be made? Me too?" Student Jing raised his right eyebrow and opened his mouth slightly, showing an expression he had never seen before. "Yes, you prophets are made." "How to do it?" "I can't say it here...Wow! Wait! Don't do anything, calm down and listen to me." Nakamura stared at her fingers holding the handle of the knife. "If the manufacturing method of the prophet is made public here, it may harm the dignity of you and your family." "It doesn't matter." "I have something to say. Well, first of all, this method is surprisingly simple and primitive. Don't worry, it is not an old-fashioned way of replicating people. We have not used any cutting-edge scientific technology... Uh, there seems to be some .”

"Is that the room?" Jing pointed to the door blocked by Wang Tian with his chin, probably referring to the room full of glass boxes. "The Prophet was born into this world without being conceived in a womb." Nakamura said suddenly. "Please speak with someone who can understand." "Prophets are almost always aborted by pregnant women." "why?" "Why do you ask? Because these children are not expected to be born." Nakamura laughed, very loudly. "No one wants to give birth to such a child, so almost all of them are abandoned halfway." Then he closed his mouth and stopped laughing: "These abandoned human 'prototypes' were cultivated to normal The size of the baby depends on the equipment in those glass boxes. But I don’t know the specific process, methods and principles, so you probably aren’t interested in knowing such details, right?”

The purpose of those glass boxes is so sci-fi, almost like talking about a flying saucer falling into the yard, I have a wonderful feeling of being out of reality. "Those devices were completed in 1972. Before that, some babies were forced to be born for experiments. It's too much." I don't understand what Nakamura said, but I can feel that it makes people very uncomfortable. matter. "Then thanks to these devices, the productivity of the Prophet soared. This hidden floor was built to install these devices, and if it was built in the hospital, even if it was discovered and exposed... Those on the cloud The big guys won't be in trouble."

"It's really cautious." The man named Wang Tian said mockingly: "The higher up the people, the dirtier they are. I have no power or influence, so I am the cleanest." "I really dare to say that. That kind of words are not convincing at all." Student Jing put down the fruit knife, put his hands on the bed, and exhaled softly: "Hey, then whose child am I?" Slowly, I thought about her question over and over again, and finally understood the outline of the matter—pregnancy, abortion, and unwanted children, all of which came to a conclusion—Student Jing, no, was concentrated in the 20th grader of Class B of the second year. Eight people...

"How do I know who your parents are." Nakamura's answer was simple: "We only know that these people are created prophets. It should be said that we only need to know this." "Are the twenty-eight people in class B of the second year all prophets?" Student Jing asked him.Thinking about it carefully, this is really a weird situation. "Why are all the prophets gathered in Class B of the second year?" "Can you stop asking so many questions in a row, I only have one mouth, can't you see it?" "Then answer me quickly." This time she could only urge her verbally, without threatening with a knife.

"Prophets are not easy to be born. Although they can be produced in large numbers, actually less than 20% of the babies born have the talent for prophecy." Nakamura whispered: "About 80% It is a failed work—or it is called an ordinary person, and among the 20% who have the ability to predict, probably only one or two perfect finished products can be selected... No, it is very good to have one, and it is because of this that it seems Great value." "What about me? Am I perfect?" Jing pointed at himself. "Based on a full score of one hundred, you get sixty-five."

"It's so strict." "This score is already watered down." "Then what is the reason for concentrating the prophets in Class B of the second year?" Student Jing asked again. "For the convenience of management?" "It's also for the convenience of supervision. As soon as I know who has the ability to predict, I will immediately report to my superiors." "Is this your job too?" "Bingo—" Nakamura raised the corner of his mouth, "But... this kind of work is everywhere, and there is nothing to be proud of." "Have you reported me yet?" "certainly." "Why do you know that I'm a prophet?" She bent forward and folded her arms around her chest: "I shouldn't have spoken out like Fujiki." "People with the ability to predict are somewhat different from ordinary people, so it's not difficult to see through." "Hmm." Student Jing showed a mysterious smile. "Actually, you are quite ostentatious." Nakamura also smiled back at her: "Because no high school girl would read Daijiro Mohohoshi's sci-fi comics during class time." "Who is that?" Wang Tian asked. "Why, do you have any objections to my interests?" She ignored Wang Tian's question, so dangerous that I almost blurted out the same question. "No objection." Nakamura shook his head gently. "By the way, I like "Biological City" very much." "I like "Inside the Bag". Does that mean that you use Daijiro Mohoshi to judge me as a pre-book writer?" "How is that possible. I began to suspect that you are a prophet, after what happened to Shimada." "Shimada?" I couldn't help raising my voice, why did I suddenly mention the name Shimada? "Isn't the Shimada murder case regarded as a secret room incident?" Nakamura snorted, "It's really a big deal." fuss?Of course, such a bizarre incident should be dealt with seriously. Ayaka, I, and the police have racked our brains and still haven't solved the mystery. "It's really simple." Nakamura looked at me: "Xiao Hai——no, it's Katori-san, please think back." "what?" "When you and Sukawa went into the art room and found Shimada's body, how did you react?" "Reaction?" I don't understand what it means. "No...it's just frightened." "What did you do after the shock?" "Did what? Uh—" I still don't understand his intentions. "I put my hand on the wall, and then, I couldn't look away from the corpse..." "Well, how did you move then?" "Ah——" Nakamura asked, Obasan in uniform immediately made a sound, and then smiled with yellow teeth, which was very disgusting. "Really boring." "Oh, I really deserve to be the person involved, I have already thought of it." Party?The people involved in the incident are only me, Ayaka, Kagami, and Sparta, and it has nothing to do with Obasan at all. "At that time, I—" Obasan continued to laugh disgustingly: "I walked around the table and walked to the desk where Shimada's corpse was laid, and then I only noticed the corpse... and the writing on the blackboard, so I didn't look at it at all. What about the surrounding situation, Katori-san, how about you?" "Huh?" Why did Obasan know about Ayaka's actions?And why did the topic suddenly turn here?I was suddenly at a loss. "I, uh, Ayaka walked to the corpse, and I planned to follow, so I walked slowly while leaning on the wall, but I became more and more afraid, halfway... I stopped in the middle, and then, then I—" "So that is to say—" Nakamura interrupted me: "Both of you walked around the desks and chairs, walked to the podium where Shimada's body was laid, and only stared at the corpse." "Do you mean that she avoided the sight of the two of us and secretly left the art room with the murder weapon?" Obasan was still laughing, with wrinkles at the end of his eyes. "Impossible." I hastily retorted: "It's true that Ayaka and I only noticed the corpse, but no matter what, as long as someone is walking around, we will definitely see it. There should be no one to hide in that classroom." place?" "You are so slow, of course ordinary people will be seen, but—" Obasan scratched his hair: "What if she knew our movement in advance?" "what?" "Including the fact that you will walk slowly to the middle of the classroom while leaning on the wall, and the fact that I will go around the desks and chairs and walk to the corpse, and the fact that we will only pay attention to Shimada's corpse. What if you already knew?" "What will happen..." "Then she can escape, can't she?" The cloudy and yellow eyes turned to classmate Jing who was sitting on the bed: "I don't know how your... what prophecy appeared in your mind, but it should be Has today’s scene happened more or less before?” "Yeah." Classmate Jing nodded: "That's right." "Mirror-san, did you really kill Shimada?" Nakamura asked. "Sorry, I didn't kill people." "But... Shimada is dead." "Shimada, he committed suicide." "Suicide?" I was taken aback, and couldn't help asking excitedly, "Did Shimada commit suicide?" "Well, it died before my eyes." "Didn't he be killed?" "What, do you also think I killed it? It's really unfair." "No... I—" "Then tell me, what reason do I have to kill Shimada?" "I also find it very strange, so that's the case, suicide is another matter." Nakamura's tone seemed to be very cheerful: "In short, you have predicted that Shimada will commit suicide in advance, and that Sukawa and Katori will commit suicide. What about going into the classroom?" "Well, that's right." Student Jing put down his hands, and suddenly picked up the knife beside him. "I was the one who brought the murder weapon out of the art room and turned Shimada's suicide into a homicide." "how come--" "This is a fact." "But..." I was stunned, did Shimada commit suicide?Student Jing took the murder weapon away?How did things become like this? "Then I hid the murder weapon in my schoolbag, and when I left the art room, I stood at the door and called out to you. It looked as if I just passed by. How, do you have any opinions on my behavior?" "But in the schoolbag..." When she was interrogated that day, she remembered that she said that the police searched the schoolbag. "I'm very good at sewing. Make the bottom of the bag into two layers, and the murder weapon can be hidden inside. This is a basic skill." "That's it, it's very simple, right? I have thought about many possibilities before, but no matter what I think, the person who was in the art room with Shimada at the same time should stay there." Nakamura suddenly changed his expression. Seriously. "But it is impossible for ordinary people to escape the sight of one or two people and leave the classroom." "So you think the murderer is someone who knew the situation in advance...that is, the prophet?" "That's right, and among the four people who found the body, the only one who can hide the murder weapon and take it away is you—Student Mirror." "So you think I'm a prophet?" "Bingo! How, very logical." "It's very logical to call it that way, then the advertising slogan on the shopping platform is the theory of relativity." Classmate Jing stuck the knife to her forehead, and the sharp pupils of her eyes were reflected on the knife. "Student Jing—" Obasan asked in a hoarse voice, "Why did you do that?" This is the biggest problem. Although we have understood her tactics, we cannot understand her motives. "Needless to say, of course it is to test you." After finishing speaking, she stared at the subdued Obasan with cold eyes: "Are you a vampire?" "What?" Obasan opened one eye wide. "You want to suck Shimada's blood, right? It's useless to play dumb, I can see it clearly." "What are you talking about?" I don't understand, what are these two people talking about?Suck Shimada's blood?Listen not only, why do you want to suck blood?It's not a mosquito, what is it that sucks blood..."Don't suck"? "You forced Shimada to commit suicide, right?" Kagami-san ignored me and said something quite shocking. "Did Shimada tell you?" "It's the sixth sense." "It's amazing, yes, although I didn't specify the date and place, but I did ask him to commit suicide, and I must be the first to find out." "Why..." I couldn't help asking, why did she do this? "Does it need to be said, Shimada, and Nakamura—" Obasan turned his head and squinted at Nakamura: "You are all bullying Qianzuru, right? So I want you to commit suicide and apologize, starting from the most cowardly Shimada started, but I didn't expect things to go so smoothly." "unacceptable!" "Ah? Too much...Where is it too much?" Obasan turned his sharp eyes to me: "Are you qualified to say such a thing? Even yourself, you have never helped Qianhe, right? You pretend every time See? No matter what happened to Qianhe, you don’t think it has anything to do with you, right?” I can't refute, what she said is not wrong at all, but it's a last resort, people like me can't do anything, let alone the old me... "Don't bully the weak." Kagami said, "Then, when did you hear that Shimada said he would commit suicide in the art room?" "That afternoon, before he left the classroom, by the way, he asked me to go to the art room after four o'clock." Obasan replied. "What is your purpose of going with Yumi?" "Nonsense, of course I want to create a witness. With an uninformed third party acting together, I can become a pure witness." I suddenly wanted to cry, it turned out that Ayaka didn't agree with me, but used me purely for self-protection... No, no, this Obasan can't be Sukawa Ayaka, I'm talking nonsense. "The old woman is really cunning." Nakamura maintained the posture of lying on his side, and looked up at Obasan. "Take Xiang as companions with classmates, and pretend that I found it by accident, so that I can enter the art room smoothly." "Shut up, what an old woman!" Obasan made a sharp voice, while Ayaka, who was wearing a foreign dress, silently watched her gaffe. "Don't worry about your age, it doesn't matter. You found Shimada's body according to the plan, and then let Yumi witness it according to the plan, and you plan to use the police as an excuse to get Yumi away." Classmate Jing told her Confirmation: "But at this time, an unexpected situation happened. There is no suicide weapon around Shimada, and there are words on the blackboard... How do you react?" "I'm very nervous." Obasan laughed obscenely and contemptuously. "That really shocked me. The absence of a murder weapon means someone was involved. But what surprised me the most was the words on the blackboard." "Don't smoke..." I unconsciously whispered the words written on the blackboard.Don't suck... what do you mean? "I knew right away that it was written for me, because I was about to suck Shimada's blood at the time, and I was really taken aback, and my saliva flowed out of fright." This metaphor is obviously wrong, but no one complained at the scene, so I also remained silent. "Actually, we don't need to be so devious, as long as you come forward to stop you before you go to the art room, or I will show up after you dismiss Yu Mei." Student Jing stared at Obasan: "But I don't want to cause trouble, I don't want you to find out that I'm paying attention to you, sure enough, using hints will make people more nervous? There is a feeling of being stared at." "Thank you for being nosy." Obasan pouted. "Then, in order to find the person who saw through your plot, you dragged Yumei to track down the murderer." "Ha, have you seen through everything? It's really boring." "No, that's all I know. I'm not omnipotent. I don't know why you came to this school." Speaking of this, Jing suddenly showed no expression. "Also, who are you?"