Makoto Nohara sat on the toilet, still angry at what Lu Qiu had just said.

But, for some reason, the more he thought about this sentence, the more stunned he became.

Died right away or something......

Makoto Nohara shuddered.

Nonsense, nonsense, certainly nonsense.

Makoto Nohara barely managed to squeeze out a smile, but he couldn't see it, his smile was more ugly than crying.

After a while, Makoto Nohara felt that his stomach was much better, and he breathed a sigh of relief and reached for the toilet paper box hanging aside.

"Click,"

The toilet carton was opened, but there was only a lone paper scroll inside.

There is no more paper.

Makoto Nohara's brows were furrowed like a mess of yarn, and he was extremely resentful, he felt that he was particularly unlucky today, first he was inexplicably said that he would die, and then he was forced to climb one more floor to go to the toilet.

There are ten pits here, and he chose the one without paper......

I knew that I had taken a good look before I came in just now.

But who would have thought that there would be no paper in the toilet?

There was no one in the toilet except himself, and he didn't have anything on him that could save him.

I really don't know what to do.

"Click, click, click."

Footsteps!

Makoto Nohara was overjoyed, he didn't expect someone to come in at this time!

Whoever it is, just let him pull a piece of paper from another cubicle for himself.

"Click, click, click."

The footsteps approached, and the man did not enter any compartment or go to the urinal, but slowly walked to the vicinity of the compartment where Makoto Nohara was.

Like, stopped in front of his own door.

Makoto Nohara, who was originally very happy, suddenly cooled down.

Why did he come and stand at my door?

"Brush Lala—"

Makoto Nohara heard the sound of flipping through the book.

He......

"That ......" Makoto Nohara couldn't stand such an overly quiet atmosphere, and he spoke awkwardly, hoping that the other party could help him.

"Do you want blue paper, or red paper?"

The man outside the door spoke, and his tone was cold.

Makoto Nohara didn't understand what he meant,

"Well, can you go to another compartment and get me some paper, I don't have any paper in this compartment......"

"Do you want blue paper, or red paper?"

The person outside the door repeated what he had just said, and Makoto Nohara felt more and more strange.

"...... of nearby compartments"

"Blue paper, or red paper?"

Makoto Nohara felt that he was a little angry.

This person! Let him get himself some paper, and keep asking what blue paper red paper is!

Makoto Nohara gritted his teeth,

"I want the kind of paper in a nearby cubicle."

The person outside the door stopped talking, and just when Makoto Nohara thought he was leaving, the cold voice sounded again:

"Do you want blue paper, or red paper?"

Makoto Nohara cursed and encountered another neurosis.

Even so, he can't walk out without wiping his ass.

After thinking about it, he said:

"Give me the red paper."

"Torah—"

The sound of paper being torn off, and a piece of paper as red as blood was shoved in from underneath.

Makoto Nohara picked it up and saw that this paper was not the kind of soft paper used for hygiene, but the hard paper on the notebook.

"Hey! How can it be used like this? Nohara scolded angrily, but no one outside responded.

Makoto Nohara looked at the red paper in his hand, and he didn't know why, he always felt that the color of this paper was getting redder and redder.

……

"Sayuri Fujibo?"

Lu Qiu looked at the girl in front of him wordlessly and repeated her name.

The girl nodded.

"Aren't you dead?" Lu Qiu asked wordlessly, puzzled.

Sayuri was expressionless, and said in a calm tone, "It's not me who died." ”

Lu Qiu's speechless eyes rolled, she remembered the materials she had seen in the school history museum, and the clues she found in Class B of the third year, and smiled on her face.

"It's actually Shinna Sakurada who died, right?"

Sayuri tilted her head, as if she didn't expect Lu Qiu to guess without words.

"How did you guess?"

Indeed, Lu Qiu Wuyan met Sakurada Shinna at the beginning, at that time, she behaved like a normal person, all the information was revealed by Sakurada Shinna, and if you think about it normally, you will think that Sakurada Shinna is a person.

However, Lu Qiu Wuyan had already discovered some different clues.

"First of all,"

"According to the convention of this world's strange stories, all the dead people will be forgotten by those who know, which is why there are only more than 20 people in Class B in the third year, but there are 40 tables, and the students in the class don't think it's strange."

"Your desk is inside, too, and though it's been left in the corner, there's nothing in it, obviously emptied, unlike other tables that no one cares about. Prove that the entire three-year class B people remember the existence of you as a person. ”

"But among the remaining tables, there is Sakurada Shinna's table, which has not been touched by anyone."

Sayuri nodded, confirming her guess.

"But the most important thing is the information in the school history museum."

Lu Qiu wordlessly took out the paper he tore off the document,

"There's a place on top of this that has been smeared with a correction fluid like a correction fluid, and when I look at the light, I see that it says,"

"Fujihiro Sayuri."

"This list is a list of those who were there at the time, if it was you who died, how could you still be the one who witnessed your own death?"

"So, I've always suspected that you weren't the one who committed suicide."

Sayuri smiled, she looked at Lu Qiu speechlessly, and said lightly:

"You're right."

"I'm the one who was expelled from Class B for three years, but I'm not the one who died."

"Those who die are not suicides, but they are pushed down."

Lu Qiu was speechless and glared slightly.

"Actually, what Xinnai told you is right in the first half, but the second half is wrong."

Sayuri stretched out her right hand,

She held a bow in her hand.

"That day, I was in the classroom and they surrounded me again. She grabbed me by the hair and told me to end my relationship with Hashimoto-kun. Shinna rushed in from the outside and opened their hands. ”

"Shinnai confronted them, and no one in the class came to help us."

"Shinna took advantage of the fact that the others were not paying attention, and pushed the courtiers down, and she asked me to go out to find the teacher, and I ran out crying, leaving Shinna inside."

"Our homeroom teacher is on the first floor, in the principal's office, and the principal is asking about Sasaki."

"I ran downstairs,"

"When I ran to the first floor, I saw that Sinai had fallen from the upper floor,"

"Fall in front of me."

"Blood was pouring out of her eyes, her features, her skull, her body. Her eyes were fixed on me, and she was still holding the bow I had given her. ”

"They said Sinnai was suicidal,"

"I don't believe it."

"But no one believed me,"

"Even the rest of the class at the time didn't have anyone to speak for me."

"They all said that Shinna jumped from the stairs by herself."

Sayuri's pupils were gray, and she clenched her hands and bowed them to her chest.

"Shinnai liked to tell horror stories the most when she was alive, and I wasn't actually afraid, but in order to make her happy, I made a very scared appearance."

"Shinna died, and I couldn't do anything about it when I saw her mother crying in front of me and almost fainted."

"All this changed on the seventh day after Xinnai's death."

"That night, I dreamed of what Shinnai was like when she was alive, standing in front of me. She told me that she did not commit suicide, but that she had bled and fainted while scuffling with her courtiers. ”

"They, thinking that Shinna was dead, were afraid of taking responsibility, so they threw Shinna downstairs."

"Xinnai, tell me that she will protect me, this school, no one can bully me anymore."

"So, that's why your class is decreasing?"

Lu Qiu looked at Sayuri's expression speechlessly, the pain and despair emanating from her body did not seem to be fake.

Sayuri nodded.

As soon as the words fell, suddenly, a scream came from the men's toilet next door!

Oops!

Forget about that man!

Lu Qiu didn't care about Sayuri here, turned his head and rushed into the men's toilet.

Sayuri stood in place, looked at the temari in her hand, and muttered to herself:

"Shinnai, will she save us?"