"Yes, have you given it back to me?" Shinobu lowered his head, and his cheeks were unnaturally reddened through the gap in the hanging curtain. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ahh Shirai Kuroko hurriedly stuffed these things into a woven bag and handed them back.

On the other side, Hatsuharu Ornament opened a certain software on the desktop, entered a series of 20-digit passwords, and called up Shinobi's file from the software. Kuroko Shirai took the paper on which he had made a note and began to check and fill in the necessary information.

"What is that?" Shinobi points to the screen.

"It's a library.,All students in the whole school city will be recorded.。 "Our authority as a member of the Discipline Committee is B, so we have the right to inquire about your personal information, which is just for work needs. Rest assured, the average person can't do that. ”

"That being said, the library system isn't very secure!" Saten, who was on the side, was biting the ice cream stick that he had eaten, and he was shaking his chair back and forth in boredom, "Even the royal meow woo-woo!" ”

"Imperial ......?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I think the General Council may need to invest more money to ensure information security, hahaha......" She glanced at Shirai Kuroko on the side, with a look of pain on her face, "You're new to School City?" ”

"Yes, I'm the rough stone that was just discovered." Shinobu nodded, and she turned to Hatsuharu Ori with some hesitation, "That, can I use this system to check a person's information?" ”

"No, that's a violation." Before Hatsuharu Shiori, who was embarrassed, refused, Shirai Kuroko said in a businesslike voice, "This is to protect the personal privacy of the students, please forgive me." I guess you don't want your information to be readily accessible, right? …… Okay, the paperwork is filled out - it's almost time, why don't you go to dinner with us? ”

"No, I'm sorry, I still have something to do......" Shinobu lowered his head again.

"yes, it's a bit of a pity...... Anyway, I'm sorry to trouble you. Shirai Kuroko stuffed the paper into a dedicated folder and didn't see Shinobi's glimmering gaze.

……

The noise of the girls faded away, and only a dim light shone on the ground through the cracks in the shutters in the office of the 177th branch of the Discipline Commissioner.

Sunlight was slowly flowing on the ground.

Suddenly, something 'squirmed' in the dark room.

No, it's not something, it's ......

Darkness itself.

A shadow, slightly thicker than the rest of the room, flowed slowly through the crack in the door, like some kind of liquid.

It paused slightly, then something popped out of it, wiggling slightly, making sure there were no anomalies in the room, and the black shadow 'flowed' completely through the cracks into the room.

The shadow squirmed to the center of the room, and as if a door or lid had been opened, the blonde hair, which was as bright as the sun, slowly peeked out of it, as opposed to the impression the shadow had given it.

Then the head, shoulders, and body, and it looked like a blonde girl of thirteen or fourteen years old appeared in the room in such a strange way.

She turned to where Hatsuharu had been sitting, and the black frame of the monitor was still pulsing with unknown information, as if something unknown was still running.

Shinobu took out a pair of plastic gloves and put them on, then sat down in a chair, closed his eyes slightly, and opened them abruptly after a few seconds.

She quickly opened the program, typed in a long list of passwords, and opened the interface to the library.

If there is a video recorder installed in this room, people will compare the video and find that Shinobi's movements are exactly the same as those of Hatsuharu Yuri before, and even the blink time is exactly the same.

Shinobu completely mimicked Hatsuharu Kaori's actions and cracked her code in this way.

Even the 'patron saint' of the school city can't prevent others from invading the library of the school city in this way.。

Shinobu hesitated slightly, this method of snooping on other people's privacy made her feel a little excited and a little guilty, but in the end, she still typed the words 'Tsukimi Mountain Text' into the search box.

After three seconds, two of the two search results pop up.

On the left is a cat-eared girl staring coldly at the camera, and on the right is a little girl who looks to be only about eight or nine years old, with neat straight black hair, and a gentle smile on her face, but with a little arrogance and detachment. Judging from the hairstyle, it is quite similar to Tsukimiyama.

Shinobu was slightly surprised, and then clicked into the message on the left.

She still dragged the mouse slowly, reading the records in it, and a person's life was completely presented in front of her in the form of words, some with photos.

The web page scrolls down with the scroll wheel, and it seems like time is quickly receding with these records.

On the running field, he helped the red headband to make a V-shape.

Scoping the pool listlessly with a mop under the scorching sun.

Standing under the banner of 'Welcome New Students', watching the camera from afar.

His face was expressionless, and his pupils seemed to be looking into an unknown distance.

The people who graduated from elementary school sang their graduation songs together, expressionless.

The regression time is finally fixed in the fourth grade of elementary school, she has short hair, no hat, two ears that look like headdresses, and the corners of her mouth are pursed unhappily. She sits at her desk with her chin propped up on her left hand and reaches for the camera with her right hand, as if trying to prevent others from taking pictures of her.

But I have to say that this photo of hers is so different from the image after that that that Shinobu didn't recognize it at once.

Her short hair was not straight black, but dyed a pale blonde, soft and slightly curly, and from the upper body of the photograph she was wearing a black men's stand-up collar shirt with the buttons meticulously buttoned to the neckline, as if trying to distinguish herself from the frolicking children next to her - and she did, and that expression didn't look like a little girl in the fourth grade of elementary school. But with her age and childishness, a slightly baby fat face, it always makes people feel weird and can't help laughing.

If you are a few years older, you may be seen as non-mainstream.

Drag it down again, but you find that there is no information underneath.

The information recorded in the library by Tsukimi Yama came to an abrupt end when she was ten years old.

Shinobu frowned.

What about the previous information?

No records?

Lost data?

Tsukimiyama didn't grow up in the school city.,But I came here in the fourth grade for ability development?

Or is it ...... The previous data was sealed?

Forget it, anyway, I know enough about Moonsee Mountain now......

Shinobu stood up and stretched, and the troubles that had been going on for many days were finally resolved, making her feel indescribably lighthearted. In this way, she had a general understanding of Tsukimiyama, the most important person to her at the moment, rather than knowing nothing about her as before.

Quickly erasing the traces of her invasion, putting the chair, keyboard, and mouse in their original positions, taking out the handkerchief to wipe off the places that might have left suspicious points, and was about to leave again, when she suddenly glanced at the little girl with long black straight hair.

She ghostly recoiled the program, and then clicked on the message on the right side of the 'Tsukimi Mountain Text'.

PS1: Black History Digging ......

PS2: So, the daily volume ends. _(:3∠)_ A large section of daily life feels like something is almost wrong...... The epilogue will be tomorrow.