I went to school the next day, but Hachijing unexpectedly didn't come. I asked the head teacher, and she didn't ask for leave, so she could only be regarded as absenteeism. However, Hakkei is not the kind of student who will skip class casually, and the head teacher was a little worried, so she called her mobile phone and home phone, but no one answered.

The head teacher's face couldn't help but be a little sad, and I knew that if the eight scenes came back at this time, they would definitely be severely criticized.

I also wondered, was she caught up in the maelstrom of the Goat Guild?

All of the things she's led the whispers to do these days involve the power of the Goat Guild, and there is even an important member who can predict a strange death. I know that this kind of tragedy can't dispel Hachijing's persistence, she is a very serious and stubborn person. In other words, it is precisely because of this kind of thing that Hachijing will definitely be investigated to the end.

In addition, if you want to take action during school hours, an honor student like her can just apply for a leave of absence. Therefore, if you are not invited, then there must be a very urgent situation that cannot be foreseen.

Still, I can't think about it. Making a big fuss in the Goat Guild branch stronghold last night is already the limit of what he thinks he can do.

In the face of dozens of gunmen who have surpassed the limits of mortal flesh, there is no decisive weapon, and it is best to retreat.

Moreover, the members of those special forces are most likely not all members of the city's stronghold.

I don't think Hakkei is in a good situation, but I don't think I'll see her death or disappearance in the newspaper headlines tomorrow.

Hakkei has her own sources of intelligence and a course of action, and unlike me, she has many helpers.

The cult organization will not see the light of day, and large-scale conflicts must be avoided as much as possible, so if there is a case, Hakkei only needs to make things bigger.

However, so far, there has been no big news.

Sometimes, when there is no news, it is the best news.

"Teacher, do you have the address of the Eight Scenes?" I asked.

"Ah, are you going to pay a visit? That's fine. The head teacher groaned and wrote down the address of the Eight Views House on a piece of paper and handed it to me.

After the third class, when I habitually passed by Sakiya's class, I looked for Sakiya and Morino with my eyes.

Not to mention Sakiya, not even Morino.

After standing behind the door for a while, a girl who had met but was not familiar with him came over.

"Who are you looking for?"

It's a little embarrassing.

"Where's Morino?"

"She didn't come today, probably because she was absent from school."

"Absenteeism? Didn't she take a leave of absence? "I was a little surprised.

"Nope." The girl said: "The head teacher is furious, it seems that not only Morino, but about a dozen people in the whole school are absent from class for no reason." Although there are many people who usually skip class, this time it seems that all students do not usually skip class, so it seems unusual? ”

"You don't think you tell students about this kind of thing, do you?" I asked in surprise, because even this girl knew about the scale of information about the Dao, there was no reason why I didn't know about the Dao.

"I happened to overhear it when I went to the faculty office."

"Secret information?"

"That's right, if it weren't for Gao Chuan, I would have to charge for it."

"I don't need to? For what? I asked, confused.

"Because I like Takakawa-san." The girl seems to be talking about ordinary things, and her tone and attitude are too flat compared to the content.

I was really caught off guard.

Excluding the time Sakiya was in the elevator, this was the first time that a girl had clearly said the word "like" to me.

And at such a time, I say it like a gift after buying a staple food.

It's really a mixture of emotions and joys.

At this time, if it is a man, I must give a definite answer, but before I can say a response, the girl decisively turns around and returns to her seat.

Such a memorable moment, but I didn't even have a chance to speak.

Does she seem to have done this on purpose because she didn't expect a reply from me? Or whatever my reply is? Isn't that a prank?

Entangled in countless questions, I was like a fool, and I couldn't come back to my senses after returning to class until class.

At the end of school in the morning, I accidentally looked down from the railing of the hallway and saw her already downstairs pushing her bicycle towards the school gate. Only then did I remember that I still didn't know what her name was.

However, since she didn't even need a reply, it didn't matter what her name was. I don't know what the road is for, once I think about it, I have a faint feeling of melancholy.

I walked faster and faster, almost running up the stairs, desperately trying to catch up and ask her name, but by the time I rushed out of the school gate, her figure had been drowned in the sea of people and could no longer be found.

In the afternoon, I went to her class, but I couldn't see anyone, and I asked the others to know that she was no longer coming to school, because the adults in the family were going to move to other places because of the transfer of positions, so they had gone through the transfer procedures, and this morning was the last time she came to school.

"But it's too often." The male classmate who talked to me about this girl said.

"Frerequent?"

I couldn't help but ask.

"She only transferred at the beginning of this semester, and she left again after only a few months, what the hell is going on?"

"It's really unfortunate to have such parents, and it finally became a little familiar."

"He looks pretty good, and his temperament is good. It's a pity that there are probably too many transfers, so I always have a lukewarm expression. ”

The surrounding classmates were talking about transfer students.

"By the way, what's her name? I suddenly couldn't remember. ”

"Oops, I don't remember either."

Their faces wrinkled as they pondered over the names of the transfer students, but ......

"Forget it, I can't remember, go look through the seat chart."

However, on the seating chart, the name originally written on the girl's position had become blank at this time, not erased, but originally blank, as if the seating chart had been specially replaced.

Even more puzzling was that after finding the faculty office, the teachers did not leave any files about the girl except that they knew that there had been such a student, and they did not remember which school she had transferred from.

Transfer students are like bubbles that have disappeared from this school. ,

All the while, I didn't know anything about her. Why doesn't everyone remember her? Why do you want to leave? What do you like about me? What did she do in school?

Although I care, I can't think about it anymore, so I can only exist as a joke.

At the beginning of the second class in the afternoon, I was looking out the window with my chin propped up, and I was so distracted that I didn't have the heart to listen to the lecture because of the sudden occurrence of many things. The position of the eight scenes at the same table is empty, and some are not used to it.

About ten minutes later, three police cars drove up outside the school gate. Not only did the police get out of the car, but also a woman in professional attire who looked like a reporter. After registering with the guard, they were immediately cleared and went all the way into the principal's office.

All the students who saw this scene began to convey the news with notes.

"I saw the police coming to school."

"The police went into the principal's office."

"Is there another student who has committed an accident?"

"It's so exciting, I don't know what it's all about."

Etcetera.

Because the "mind is not studying" has been unabashedly hung on everyone's face, the teacher in class deliberately banged on the blackboard heavily.

"Pay attention, here is the key point, everyone hurry up and write it down, you will definitely get it in the next exam!"

The students let out a helpless lament.

Of course, my mind had drifted to the principal's office. As far as I know, the police have come to the door once because of the disappearance of the student, but that time it was on a holiday, and the subsequent impact was also covered up by the school. But this time is different, the police brought the reporter to come openly, and it is certainly not a trivial matter that can be easily concealed.

Someone died.

My idea was quickly confirmed.

In the local evening news of the day, a photo of Morino appeared.

The background is still a nearby park, and the female reporter who had a tryst in the depths of the park last night accidentally found Morino's body in a garbage can.

After a fierce struggle before his death, Morino found the scene through the traces was messy, and the ground and vegetation were highly damaged, which was not caused by a female high school student.

It is said that a total of four people were found at the scene, but the identities of the other three could not be determined for the time being, except for Morino's.

The police said they would do everything they could to solve the case and released a temporary phone number so that people who did not want to come forward could contact them privately.

I was a little stunned, I was really surprised that the deceased turned out to be Morino.

However, what is Morino?