"Are you sure?" Gin asked.

"No," Chi Fei said later, "so I need to confirm." ”

It doesn't make sense that he hasn't been in contact with Urawa during this time, and he's not sure if this can lead to Stockholm syndrome.

It is also possible that it was Ayaka Urayu's disguise to let his guard down and get out of the control of the organization.

Moreover, even if Urayu Ayaka really has Stockholm syndrome, he has to confirm whether the 'perpetrator' identified by Urayu Ayaka is the organization or him.

"Why did you suddenly pay attention to her?" Gin moved his gaze back to the computer, turned off his phone, and prepared to leave, "Have you figured out how to arrange it?" ”

"There are enough people who can help confirm intelligence and security without being vigilant......"

In the next two days, the student party went to school, went to work, and the party committed crimes.

……

[October 13th, sunny ......]

In the classroom of Class A of the third year of Uehara Junior High School, Ayaka Urawi sat in the window seat, the pen in her hand hanging on the open notebook, and she did not leave any handwriting.

The instructor in the base, let's call it the instructor, the man who taught her to scout told her that she should remember to delete the email after reading it, in addition, it is best to keep the call logs, text message records, and photo albums clean, and writing a diary is a stupid behavior that will only expose her secrets and get a little psychological comfort, and if she exposes the existence of the organization, she will bear the consequences.

The thing she fears most now is 'at your own risk,' which means being hunted to death by a group of madmen in a circle where there is nowhere to escape.

Sakata Yueda, who she saw in the surveillance that night, was in a situation where there was no way back and was dying, and she could recall the whole process when she closed her eyes, which was more suffocating than witnessing someone die in front of her.

Fortunately, from that night onwards, she didn't have to stay with those crazy people anymore, and although the guards and managers could play this 'cruel game' without changing their faces, they still had their senses and wouldn't hurt her.

She lives on the 3rd floor, the entire corridor is only used by her room, she can have people bring meals to the room, she can take the elevator to any floor other than the 1st floor freely, no one disturbs her, no one bullies her, she can even take the caretaker to look around, she has even been to the 5th floor management, the floor where the male offender lives, if someone attacks or ridicules her, there are guards to help her stop.

She just needs to go to 'class' every day and learn what she needs to learn.

Do you want to be complacent? She thought that she was proud, and took the guards to the female criminals for a spin, originally to let the women who had laughed at her see who was worthy of laughing at whom.

But that time, she felt bored.

It's amazing that overnight, she seems to have been stripped out of that dangerous world, and although she can still remember the fear and anxiety at that time, it doesn't seem to be that serious.

She began to pay attention to the affairs of the organization, and heard that the guards were only peripheral members, and even the man in charge of the management of the entire base was only a peripheral member, it was a powerful and mysterious organization, and she sometimes wondered that maybe cruelty was normal for that kind of powerful and mysterious existence.

Compared with the deception and rudeness of those criminals, the guards are like employees who stick to their posts, commuting to and from work on time, not swearing, and not bullying the criminals inside, which is much better.

And that person......

Rucker.

From that night on, she thought of Lark more and more.

She said that she asked Lark to remember to return the necklace to her, and that she had seen the darkness in the base, and she didn't expect Lark to return the necklace and the diary to her.

Lark told her to leave the men out of her house, and Lark asked the caretakers to keep her safe.

That night, when she ran away, her palm was grazed by a rope, and Ruck had someone bring her medicine, saying that he would let her come to school, and he did.

Lark is a very nice guy.

She began to think again and again of the face with deep eyebrows and eyes, and a calm and cold expression, whether it was a front face or a side face half-hidden in the shadows; I remembered the first time I saw him, the figure who didn't hurry to bring people in the door; Remembering the black card nailed into the wall; remembered the calm air with which he could not be denied when he spoke; Remembering the next time I saw him, the monitor behind him lit up, his face was somewhat blurred in the dim......

She began to think, and every time she finished the class, she repeatedly recalled the bits and pieces of contact with Lack, which was very short, but no matter how many times she recalled, she never felt bored, only occasionally a little anxious, from the anxiety of 'wanting to see but not seeing'.

She no longer felt frightened and uneasy, remembering Luck's hoarse voice, wondering if she had been hurt, and she was worried and distressed.

Sometimes when she thought of the tension that her heart skipped a beat when Lark approached her that night, she didn't think it was due to fear, it was something else.

Isn't that still a favorite?

When she first entered middle school, she quietly liked a boy in the class, who was sunny, handsome and good at sports, but now, the boy's figure and the feeling she gave her had been completely washed away by another person, and he had become an inconsequential person like a passerby.

Like a spell, Rak had an attraction that no other man had, and her thoughts and emotions were deeper than ever, like a volcano that suppressed the raging magma, and sometimes it was so scorching that she wanted to burn all her sanity to death.

This may not be a liking, but an emotion that she would not casually recognize.

Love.

Unaware that she was constantly engaging in dangerous self-suggestion, Urayu pushed herself into the pit, spinning the pen between her fingers, staring at the table, thinking over and over again, and constantly finding enough reasons to convince her.

"Pusheng-san!"

There was a shout from beside him.

Ayaka Urawi came back to her senses and looked up at the female teacher who walked to the table.

The female teacher in her forties smiled and reminded in a gentle tone, "Don't get distracted in class!" ”

"I'm sorry, teacher." Ayaka Urayu stood up and bowed politely.

Although the female teacher's kind and peaceful expression always reminded her of the Sakata Yuzhi who deceived her and wanted to kill her, and although she used to be the problem student who liked to make things difficult for the teacher the most, Lark said that let her get along with her classmates must also include the teacher, and a polite person can easily gain some basic favor, or...... It's disgust.

Uehara Junior High School is a public school, and since her stepfather was an elementary school teacher, she had heard too much about the school's pros and cons.

Wealthy people will try to choose private schools with high tuition fees but better teaching resources and facilities, or enter national schools with strict examinations, and the rest will enter public schools and complete compulsory education step by step, so the education and environment of public schools are also uneven, and the good and bad are related to the region.

If the residents in the surrounding area are from relatively well-off families, the students are from the same background, and the parents will restrain them, bullying will rarely occur.

If there are violent associations in the surrounding area, there is poor law and order in the past, or if there are a lot of people living in the school, the environment in the school is much more complex and chaotic.

Uehara Kunijunior High School prefers the latter, she is okay at Kumamoto's school, she is also a problem student, it is impossible to be bullied, but she has learned about bullying and xenophobia in similar schools from her former mob friends, and when she first entered the classroom yesterday, she already felt xenophobia, and when she introduced herself, there were two not very friendly eyes staring at her.

Now that she is in the third grade of middle school, the small groups in the class have been formed, and it is more difficult for her to integrate as an outsider, and the situation of the upcoming promotion will obviously not bring learning pressure to those who do not go to school, she has a hunch that the next days will definitely not be calm.

Of course, this does not prevent her from making any changes - don't make trouble for the teacher, be polite and polite, and win the favor of other people and teachers without being too naïve.

Yes, it's naïve.

During this time, she had come into contact with the calm Rak, the polite caretaker, and the criminals who were covered in thorns, and few of those criminals would 'pretend to be cool' like they used to, and suddenly found that the previous swearing behavior was really low-level enough.

"Just pay attention next time," the female teacher's tone was a little softer, "please be seated." ”

"Snort......" leaned on the seat in the corridor, and a girl deliberately snorted in a voice that Urayu Ayaka could hear.

The female teacher turned her head to look and wanted to say something, but she opened her mouth and endured it.

Urayu Saika didn't say anything, and sat down obediently.

She also has something worth attacking, she went to the principal early yesterday morning to go through the enrollment procedures, and faintly heard a little meaning, it seems that a councillor came forward to say hello, and the organization arranged a place for her to live nearby, and the school admission is naturally no problem, and the principal completely ignores her short hair dyed red.

Before school last night, she heard the discussion, and learned that this school does not restrict hair dyeing, but requires girls not to tie a ponytail when they have long hair, on the grounds that exposing the back of the neck and forehead will stimulate the sexual impulse of adolescent boys.

If someone tried to bully her, she could handle it, but she still had to ask Lark what he meant......

It was the last class before the last weekend, and at 3:40 p.m., the female teacher announced the end of class and the start of the holiday, and called Ayaka Urayu to the school's green area to talk.

"Pusheng-san, are you still adjusting to school life?"

"Thank you for the teacher's relationship, I think the school is very good." Urawi Ayaka looks well-behaved.

The female teacher felt more comfortable, at first she looked at Urasheng Caixiang's flamboyant red hair, or a relationship that had greeted her, I thought it would be a thorn, but I didn't expect the little girl in front of me to have such a good personality, "That's good, if Ozawa and they bully you, then come and tell the teacher, if it's okay, go back, have a happy holiday." ”

"Have a good holiday, teacher, then I'll go back first." Ayaka Urayu bowed slightly to the female teacher, turned around and walked towards the teaching building, and took out her mobile phone and lowered her email.

[Rak, I'm Pusheng, can you tell me what exactly do you want me to do?] If someone bullies me, can I fight back? 】

"Ding-dong."

The email was replied to quickly:

[If you are bullied and don't fight back, are you stupid? ——Raki】

Ayaka Urayu: "......"

I always felt that Lark meant: such a stupid question to ask me, are you stupid?

But it's good to be able to fight back.