Aikawahara is a piano instructor at Sacred Heart Girls' High School, and he happens to be in charge of the second year of high school class B to which Tamako Sekihara belongs.

And coincidentally, there was a piano lesson this afternoon.

Kitagawa Temple already has a rough idea of the situation.

"It's 7:30, and it's still a while before class." Kitagawa Temple sat silently in the teacher's chair, his brain constantly turning.

He found the sophomore office through the information on the teacher's card and the flow chart below, and then it was not easy to find the desk belonging to Aikawahara among the desks.

I have to say that it is indeed not easy to come along the way.

And for the piano, in fact, Beichuan Temple only understands a little.

But that's only in the hobby stage, and it's simply impossible to teach this group of aristocratic female students well.

After all, the quality of the students at Sacred Heart Girls' High School is very high.

But now is not the time to care about these things.

First get all the information of Yuko Yuhara, even if Beichuan Temple is driven out of this heart world again. At that time, it didn't matter.

Kitagawa reached out and opened the computer on the desk.

It may be the favor of God, on the computer desktop where a lot of things are placed, Beichuan Temple saw the folder "List of Students in Class B of the Second Year of High School and Their Specific Materials" at a glance.

It stands to reason that teachers should back up this kind of file on a USB flash drive, and generally do not keep it in the school computer.

But for the current Beichuan Temple, this information is a life-saving straw.

In order to avoid extraneous complications, Beichuan Temple did not hesitate to move the mouse cursor to the moment when the mouse cursor was moved to the folder of "List of Students in Class B of the Second Year of High School and Their Specific Materials"-

Kitagawa Temple was stunned for a moment, and then when he raised his eyes again, everything around him changed.

In front of him was a piano, its cleanly polished black and white keys reflecting the sheen.

I don't know when, the dark sunset has wrapped everything.

The cold air filled the air, making Beichuan Temple subconsciously raise his wrist.

On the watch, the time had jumped to just over three o'clock in the afternoon.

It's time for music lessons to begin!

Kitagawa Temple frowned.

If he skips class, will he be noticed that something is wrong by Tamako Sekihara, who is hidden in the world of mental images?

But even if he gives a lesson to Kitagawa Temple, his piano skills will be immediately exposed.

This is the time when this is the case.

Beichuan Temple picked up the piano chair with one hand expressionlessly and lifted it high-

Boom!!!!!

A shrill roar rang out from the music classroom.

......

"Today's piano lesson is temporarily unavailable, the piano in the music room is damaged for unknown reasons, I have reported to the school, and there should be a new piano in the near future." Kitagawa Temple calmly announced to the students who were rushing to class.

Among these female students, Kitagawa Temple saw Tamako Seihara with a quiet smile on her face at a glance.

I haven't felt expelled, and this time I should have successfully fooled around.

Kitagawa Temple's expression remained unchanged and he thought in his heart.

"So, Mr. Aikawa, what are we going to do next?"

Someone at the bottom asked curiously.

"I'll take a roll call, and the students who have named them will come up and share some topics that interest you, how about it?" Kitagawa Temple looked through the roster, and his mind was spinning very fast.

The whole process seems to be natural and coherent.

In this way, Kitagawa Temple can 'naturally' point out the name of Tamako Sushihara, and in the same way, he can also listen to what this little girl has been caring about lately.

If he had been expelled from this mind-like world, he would have to take a more gentle approach.

Beichuan Temple thought so, and no longer hesitated in his heart:

"Tamako Sushihara, I wonder if you would like to share some topics that you have been interested in recently?"

Tamako Seihara, who was named by name, was stunned for a moment, but quickly came back to her senses and stood up and walked to Kitagawa Temple.

"It's rude, Aikawa-sensei." Tamako Sushihara nodded politely at Kitagawa Temple, then turned her head to look at her classmates.

Should I say that I deserve to be a student representative? There is no stage fright in sight.

"Since Mr. Aikawa asked me to come up and share interesting things that have happened recently, I am also happy to tell my classmates about the interesting things that have happened recently."

Her voice paused slightly, showing a calm and unhurried aura: "I don't know if the students have heard of such a strange story that once circulated in Sacred Heart Girls' Middle School?" ”

Strange stories?

Kitagawa Temple glanced at Yuko Yuhara one more time, and only lowered his gaze again when he didn't notice anything unusual on the other party's face.

"The name of this weird story is the joker..."

Under the rather subdued and frustrated narration of Tamako Sehara, the story began.

A-kun is a clown who often advertises in the Shibuya neighborhood not far from Sacred Heart Girls' High School, making passers-by laugh.

No matter how sad his days were, he still never gave up hope and always faced others with a smile on his face.

But one day, A-kun's father died.

He should have cried very sadly, but what came to his expression was only a smile full of genuine affection.

It turns out that unconsciously, a false smile has taken over A-kun's face. He couldn't show any other expression, and therefore he couldn't grieve for his father's death, he could only laugh and hide somewhere on the street corner forever and forever dancing and being a clown.

The story is very short, and Tamako Sehara portrays the image of a poor person in just a few words.

"That smile, whether it's true or false, maybe only Mr. A himself knows, right?" Tamako Sushihara briefly made a small conclusion and bowed to the classmates at Kitagawa Temple and the ring seat: "The story I've been interested in recently is over, Mr. Aikawa." ”

"Hmm." Kitagawa Temple nodded and waved his hand to let Yuko Sewara go down.

Seeing the other party walk down with a quiet smile on his face, Beichuan Temple's eyes flickered slightly, and he named the next person's name.

......

The music lesson didn't last long.

It's just that after two or three people were ordered to come to the stage at Beichuan Temple, the picture has already turned again.

In this mind-like world, it seems that there is no concept of time and space at all, and everything rotates according to Tamako Sehara's subconscious.

But what's going on with that weird talk just now?

Laughing clowns... What does this mean?

Tamako Sehara is always smiling at other people.

Could it be that she was trying to express something?

Beichuan Temple groaned and looked around.

It's still a dim, bright red evening.

There was an air of restlessness and frenzy in the air.

Kitagawa Temple looked out of the window and found that the entire school was empty, and not a single figure could be seen.

This is undoubtedly a very strange thing.

Logically speaking, it should still be the time for the activities of the ministry.

A school that is empty except for Kitagawa Temple.

It's a little oothy...

The shadow of Kitagawa Temple is inexplicably elongated under the dim sunset that seems to be covered with blood, taking on a hideous shape.

He didn't pay any attention to this, and after looking out the window, he glanced around again.

Medicine cabinets, hospital beds, desks and chairs, sinks...

"Infirmary?" Kitagawa Temple scanned the surroundings and tapped his finger at the desk.

The outfit on his body has not changed in the slightest, it should still be Aikawahara.

"January 24th." Kitagawa Temple picked up the calendar on the table, looked at the only date that was painted with a bright red circle, and fell into a subtle state of thought.

This is the world of Tamako Sushihara's heart, so can you conclude that January 24 is a special day for Tamako Sushihara?

"And why the health room?"

Judging from the gaze that Tamako Sushihara had looked at Kitagawa Temple several times, Aikawahara should be a very important person in her mind.

But if it's in the health room—

Kitagawa Temple pinched his chin.

Knock knock.

A crisp knock sounded on the door, and at the same time it was the voice of Tamako Sehara: "Aikawa-sensei, excuse me." ”

"Hmm." Kitagawa Temple nodded lightly.

Yuko Yuhara was standing by the door, looking at Kitagawa Temple, and saw that he was standing by the window of the health room, so she took a deep breath and walked over to him.

Her face looked red, and she looked at Beichuan Temple with a little attachment and reverence: "The last piano competition... I relied on the skills my teacher taught me to finish second. ”

"Hmm."

If you don't make a decision, you nod, and if you don't make a decision, you should respond.

This way it will not be doubted because of too many words.

But... Yuko Sewara really has a special affection for Aikawahara.

"I'm really grateful to Mr. Aikawa!" Tamako Sushihara walked over quickly, her hands resting restlessly on her chest.

When she was alone with Aikawahara, this girl seemed to have shed her quiet and gentle girly shell, she was like a little girl who had just been pregnant with spring, and when she saw the omnipotent teacher, she naturally wanted to be close to him.

"Really?" Beichuan Temple took two steps back silently.

"Really, I was able to meet such a good teacher as Mr. Aikawa... I really am—" she said and burst into tears.

She looks very endearing.

In the hazy teary eyes of Yuzi Yuhara, she raised her head and moved closer to Beichuan Temple, and the lips of cherry blossom pink opened and closed:

"Teacher..."

Closer—

Closer-

It's closer.

If it were Aikawahara, what should he do at this time?

This question is not very clear to Kitagawa Temple.

But what he had to do was simple.

Kitagawa Temple pushed Yuko away without changing his color.

In reality, there is still Kamiya Miku who likes him, even if he can't get an answer from Kamiya Miku now, it is impossible for Kitagawa Temple to indulge in such ugly desires in such a place.

After all, Tamako Seihara is not someone he likes.

Moreover, with Yuko Yuhara's expression, he had basically guessed what might happen next.

In the health room in the twilight, a female high school student and a young male teacher-

It's just that what Kitagawa Temple didn't expect was that the expected feeling of being expelled did not come.

He looked at Tamako Sushihara again.

Tamako Sushihara was standing in place, tilting her head and looking at Kitagawa Temple.

Her head was tilted exaggeratedly, as if her entire neck had been broken.

"Mr. Aikawa-"

Black blood oozed from Yuzi's crystal eyes, and she looked at Aikawahara, her voice was hoarse, and under the dim sunset, her body seemed to be covered with blood:

"I told a weird story during the day, right? Then there's another strange story... Incredible legends—"

"There is a penthouse in Sacred Heart Girls' High School that cannot be climbed. There were once two people who had a very good relationship, and they agreed to commit suicide by jumping from the roof. ”

They stole the key and came to the rooftop, and they had agreed to count and jump together, but the man next to them watched the previous person jump off. As the previous man was dying, he walked up to the other with a grin, and his voice sneered—"

"I'm just playing, who knew you were more serious. But—from the beginning, the two of them were accomplices. Someone broke an oath to die together... That oath will turn into a curse, constantly cursing those who survive. ”

Kitagawa Temple was silent about what Tamako Sushihara said.

In his sight, Tamako Seihara took out a sharp paper cutter from the pocket of her skirt and slashed her snow-white arm with a fierce slash.

The blood flowed like an infusion.

"Am I alive?! Mr. Aikawa? ”

A miserable wail came from the front.

"Am I alive?"

A sharp roar came from behind.

"I'm also... Alive? "Twisted... The distorted sound line came from the top of Kitagawa Temple.

Kitagawa Temple couldn't help but raise its head.

Something is hanging over my head.

It was a twisted human body that had completely broken its neck, and it was spreading its hideous limbs—

Keep an eye on him.

Sunset... It's a little bewitching.

......

The familiar picture shifts, the familiar sense of expulsion.

When Kitagawa Temple came back to his senses, he was already on the bench of the hospital.

On the other side, Yuko Sehara was still lying quietly on the bed, but the sadness between her eyebrows was even more serious.

"Big brother Beichuan, are you okay?" Seeing that there was finally movement on the side of Beichuan Temple, Nanami Kana hurriedly ran over and asked.

"Not much of a problem for now." Beichuan Temple waved his hand, and then pinched his eyebrows.

What do you mean by what you just saw in the mental world?

And why is there an inexplicable murmur every time I go in?

What do those noises symbolize?

A clown who loves to laugh.

The top floor that can't be climbed.

What do these two strange stories symbolize?

Or is it nothing symbolic?

After all, what does the real Sacred Heart Girls' High School look like?

There are so many mysteries right now.

The only thing that gives Kitagawa Temple some clue is the role he plays-

That is, the situation of Aikawahara.

"That man... In the after-school health room on January 24, what did you do to Tamako Sehara? ”

There are so many things I want to know, so Kitagawa Temple doesn't want to continue to enter the world of Tamako Seihara for the time being.

There are some things that can be investigated from reality.

Thinking so, Beichuan Temple also raised its head.

The dimly lit classroom, like a blood-stained health room...

Everything in the past is still sunk in the ground, and people can't dig it out.