Watanabe was curled up in the cupboard.

Wardrobe.

Small, musty-smelling wardrobes.

There is no light.

When he was a child, if he was beaten by his father or bullied outside, Watanabe Mijiu always liked to hide in the cabinet and cry secretly, because then his father would not find out.

If his father found out that he was crying, he would be beaten a second, third, ......, and heavier, and at one point, Watanabe was even sent to the hospital!

Because my father always said that only women wiped their tears, he simply gave birth to a ゲス、役立たず、にやける

So every time he wanted to cry, he always secretly hid in the cabinet and cried.

Because then you won't be heard by your father, and you won't be beaten and scolded by your father.

And the dark and narrow wardrobe always gives him an incomparable sense of security, which can calm his fearful heart and quiet down the trembling of his whole body.

He likes the musty smell in the cabinet, and he likes the walls of the cabinet that people can't stretch their legs and feet.

When asked about the familiar taste, he was relieved.

He is very panicked now, and since he was inspected and questioned at school, he has been extremely panicked!

No, it was supposed to be two seats in the classroom, and he started to panic until no one showed up at the end of class.

Last night, he looked at the five-inch nail on the table, and for a moment of resentment in his heart, he took advantage of his father's drunkenness to sneak away into the woods of the suburbs where no one was in the distance.

He had done something like a curse.

It just never worked, but it left some people's hair or close objects.

Skillfully tying his hair to the straw man, he began to hammer the nail in front of him, and in a trance, he seemed to see the nail glowing red, and seemed to see blood left on the straw man's body.

But when the last hammer fell, it was back to the same place, and nothing seemed to have happened.

Watanabe was only in a trance for a while.

After venting in the forest on the outskirts, the resentment in his heart finally calmed down a little, his arm was sore, and he thought that his father should wake up too, so he hurried home.

After returning home, my father really woke up drunk, and for no reason, Watanabe was beaten and scolded again.

In the midst of the pain, Watanabe Mijiu also left the previous things behind and slept with difficulty.

Until school the next day.

When he saw the empty seat, Watanabe Mijiu's forgotten things were slowly awakened again.

In the subsequent class, Watanabe spent his time in surprise, why didn't the two come to school?

Could it be that last night's curse was really ......?

It's impossible, it's impossible, although he's not very old, but he reads a lot, these curses are just used to bluff people, they are of no use at all, and he has experimented with them!

As it turned out, the curse was completely useless!

If it really works, Sakura Country secretly doesn't know how many people will die.

But why didn't they come to school today?

If one person didn't come, there was an explanation, but two people didn't come, and they were all the people he cursed last night?

Filled with doubts, Watanabe even had the courage to ask the teacher, who said that the two were unwell and asked for leave at home.

But Watanabe Mishu was skeptical.

Until someone from the Metropolitan Police Department came, although the Metropolitan Police Department did not clearly point out anything, but through inquiry, Watanabe Mijiu could still vaguely guess something.

Something really happened to the two!

This is also the reason why Watanabe was so frightened when he made a transcript.

Yesterday he had seen two of them, and was even beaten by them, and he was teased at night after school, and then the night was his curse.

Then something happened.

Two together.

All the problems point to the nail in his hand.

Watanabe Mijiu looked at the five-inch nail in his hand, the nail body seemed to glow with blood in the dark, and the cold touch of the nail body was clearly conveyed to his brain.

Looking at the five-inch nail in his hand, Watanabe Mijiu's arm trembled a little, and his teeth chattered.

He was scared.

When the school patrol questioned him, he was scared, especially when he noticed that the patrol seemed to be aware of something.

When he came home from school and heard that there was an inspection near his home, the fear in his heart had already rushed out of his body.

He rushed home.

The first thing he did when he got home was to throw away the five-inch nails, throw the horror out of his hand, and get as far away from him as possible!

He was a very timid man.

He was a very cowardly man.

But when it was about to throw away the five-inch nail, he hesitated.

The person who bullied him is dead, and no one will bully him anymore, why should he be afraid of the five-inch nail in his hand. Why throw it away?

If he throws away the five-inch nails, what if someone bullies him again?

With the five-inch nail, he doesn't have to be bullied.

Without the five-inch nails, he will be bullied all the time.

Simple logic quickly tangled in his mind, Watanabe hesitated, and finally hid in the closet with a five-inch nail in his hand.

He didn't want to throw it.

But scared.

He didn't know what to do.

With a bang, the wooden door of the wardrobe was opened, and the light suddenly illuminated the small cabinet, revealing Watanabe's frightened eyes.

A big hand grabbed Watanabe's neck and dragged the person out roughly.

The smell of wine all over the body is confused.

It was his father who dragged him out, and he hadn't sobered up yet.

There were two men standing next to his father, one of whom he had seen, who had questioned him about his patrol at the school during the day.

Watanabe Mijiu's pupils shrank suddenly after seeing the inspection, and he hurriedly stuffed the five-inch nail into his sleeve.

The body rolls and is kicked by the father.

Fortunately, he was stopped by the patrol on the side, otherwise he would have been beaten and scolded again.

The inspection said that there was nothing major, but there was something small at the school, and he wanted to find Watanabe Mijiu to learn some information.

Hearing that it had nothing to do with Watanabe's undrunk, the drunken father continued to go back to the room in a daze and fell asleep.

Only Watanabe Mishu and two patrols were left in the room.

Fujiwara Ono looked at Watanabe Mijiu's frightened look, a gleam flashed in his eyes, he coughed, and asked as softly as he could.

But Fujiwara Ono's voice fell on Watanabe Mijiu's ears, but it exploded like thunder, and as for what Fujiwara Ono asked, Watanabe Mijiu didn't hear it clearly at all.

It's just a trance.

Keep your head down, purse your lips, and don't say a word.

Looking at Watanabe's state of undrunk, Fujiwara Ono frowned, and the voice of the question became a little heavier, making himself appear stern.

Watanabe clenched his fists, his face pale with his head down, trying to suppress his fear.

Still not a word!

After wasting more than an hour like this, Watanabe Mijiu didn't say a word, and Fujiwara Ono was already dry and his face was extremely irritable.

Even the patrol beside him became irritable.

Looking at Watanabe's state of Mishu, Fujiwara Ono can be sure that there is definitely something wrong with this Watanabe Mishu and definitely knows something!

But no matter how he asked, Watanabe didn't say a word!

With a gloomy face, Fujiwara Ono didn't want to waste any more time, so he got up and left Watanabe's house with the inspection, preparing to go back to the police station to apply for an appointment.

Hearing the gate slam shut, Watanabe Mishu raised his pale face.

The eyes under the bangs flickered.

His gaze fell on a hair on the floor, and Watanabe Mishu picked it up and wrapped it around his hand.