(Important note from the author: Book 3 is not a rewrite, but a sequel.) Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info said three times!! ）

I'm Ruriki and I'm a transfer student.

On the day I first came to this school, the sky was as gray as a crepe covered with dust, and it was losing its vitality, and I looked at the school building in front of me, which always felt a little crooked by the wind.

"Look, that transfer student, she is also called Liulixi, not a word is bad."

It was like a hammer smashing deep into my eardrum, causing tinnitus instantly.

I've heard that terrible legend, and I've heard about the girl in Class D of the first year of high school ten years ago who made the whole class disappear - Rurihi. Same as my name, but I don't agree that I will have the same bad luck as her, I don't have intermittent amnesia, I'm healthy, just ...... No, there is nothing, my life has always been crowded with sunshine, there is no chance to let the shadows shine, and it will always be like tasting that layer of whipped cream on a macchiato on an early autumn afternoon.

The transfer to Shaojian Middle School was due to the work of my parents, yes, my parents were also built in, in contrast, I was a happy Angela, and she was a poor worm with amnesia who lacked maternal love, so how could I be on the same track with that skinny and sick child, let alone put me and her together.

Swipe open the phone screen - April 15, 2017, is half a month after I entered the school, yes, I came to Shaojian Middle School for the first time on April Fool's Day, just like a devil's joke, so I can't laugh at all.

My parents and I clamored about changing schools, but this is the best middle school in the city, there is no second, my choice is no choice, the mood of boredom is like a wind blowing tongues of fire, I fought with myself over and over again in the violence of not being able to compromise, finally, calm like the great love of Jesus absorbed all the grievances, I sat on the sofa with the lemon tea that my father made for me and drank quietly, like drinking a large cup of sedative, because a child had a temper tantrum and his cheeks flushed a little ashamed and asked him: " Why didn't you tell me before you went? Don't tell me what your new school is? ”

My father's big hands were like the thick cushions that were forever silent in the corner of the sofa, waiting to be leaned on like a harbor, and when they touched the top of my head, they carried the warmth of the sun.

"Xiaoxi, why are you so dissatisfied with that school?" It was his gentlest rhetorical question, and I couldn't help but pull out of my mind the result of reflection that I didn't dare to look at directly—because I was afraid.

"There was a murder at that school." I replied to him with a blank face, and the other meaning was that the lemon tea only made me quiet for a while, and could not completely change my dislike of that place and my protest against insisting on changing schools.

My father seemed to have enough patience to convince me, "That's not called a murder, what you've heard about can only be considered accidents, this country kills about a million people every year, but we all nest here, you were born and raised here, eat nutritious cereal and grilled sausages every day, keep your favorite comic books under your bed, hang out with friends, and do you ever think that someone is dying unexpectedly in a place you can't see?" His eyes shone with an incomprehensible brilliance, as if I had just chewed on a small half slice of lemon in a lemon tea, which was bitter, astringent, and tasteless under the mixture of black tea.

His gentle tone is like the calm surface of the vast sea, which makes people taste charming and gentle in peace. I knew he was going to continue, so I didn't interrupt.

"Don't take what you see as everything, what you can't see may contain the truth."

I stood up with my cup in my cup and went back to my room without saying a word, which was already a sign that I had compromised for the time being, to his seemingly complex but simple statement that we could not stay in a place where no one had ever died.

I understand the reason, but I can't accept my mother's attitude of not saying a word in this matter, she rarely speaks, and even if it is the kind of situation where she has to speak to communicate, she is almost silent. But this thing is different.

I could see that there was a flash of melancholy in her eyes, even a little pain, and from the time I refuted to my father and proposed to transfer to another school, she was silent, and she trembled, as if a splash suddenly gushed out of a dry well. Even though it wasn't easy to detect, I caught it.

I understand, she agrees with me, she doesn't want me to go to that school, but she doesn't say it, I'm just angry about this, how can I win the war against my father alone, of course, I need the powerful help of my mother, but she just sat silently and watched me fight a fruitless battle alone.

I didn't care if she couldn't help her, I just wanted to ask her what that secretive look meant, but when I looked back at her, she was already looking away, and her gaze never crossed paths with me again.

On my first day at school, my classmates didn't ask me about my name. On the contrary, not only was he not curious, but he didn't really want to talk to me. In my spare time, I walked over to four girls who were whispering, and I wanted to get involved in their conversation, whether it was about the boys in the grade or how to hide the smell of blood from menstruation...... I'm happy to discuss. However, as I walked past, they dispersed, like a flock of birds hearing the sound of a gun, so obvious that I suddenly felt that I was an unwelcome anomaly...... As they dispersed, the eyes around me were staring at me as if they were naked, and I could feel the gaze of the needle-pointed wheat piercing my back, and the brief cold was enough for me to think about it at night—they were hiding secrets from me.

It's been half a month, and my parents don't know about the situation of being isolated by the group like a villain at school, especially as the father who knows me best, he didn't notice my hidden unhappiness, I thought that the silent mother would find that the mother is always more delicate and sensual than the father, and women are always good at using the sixth sense to find things that are not superficial. When I couldn't eat at the dinner table, I made eye contact with her, but she just smiled and asked me to eat more.

It's all right, only I'm thinking too much.

I don't intend to take it as if nothing happened, because the eyes of those classmates are clearly about wanting to say goodbye, and they are showing a taboo that only I don't know, so they avoid it like a plague.

I want to get to the bottom of it, I want to know the answers.

I turned on my computer and went to Killer Park, a place where there was a lot of talk about horror and gore, and I saw countless curious deeds or photos smashing into my personal space.

After skillfully logging in, I saw that he was online, Cain's head in the blood of the Holy Demon was shiningly bright, hanging in the first position of my friend column in a beautiful color that told about death, there was no second, here I only knew him, as long as he was online, the whole empty friend bar like a long coffin was alive, like a ruined wasteland with flowers growing on the other side, and people ran to the blood bewitching flower in the ruin, forgetting life and death.

I've been talking to him for a month, and apart from the scary topics, I only know that his name is Kihara and he is a band singer.

Me: Do you know the legend of Shaojian Middle School?

I sent a message, and the feeling of waiting for the answer was like that of a high school girl waiting for a pregnancy test strip - panic.

Minutes passed, and there was no news, and Cain's avatar lit silently, like a bright eye at the top of the friends column...... Look at me and don't speak.

Me: Kihara, are you there? Don't stop talking.

I stared at my computer monitor until my vision was blurry...... I was woken up by the sudden sound of a prompt...... I looked closely, and it wasn't Kihara's reply, it was an email alert alerting me that an unread letter was flying in my inbox.