After dinner, I went out without doing my homework. It's not that there is anything unseemly, so there is no disguise, but for safety, I still bring a pistol, a dagger, a heart guard, and a gauntlet with a rope claw, and hide them all in my school uniform.

Quarks still hovering in the sky, following all the way. I wanted to feed it limestone, but I was worried about any adverse reactions, so I never did.

Despite this, after the brutal killings of these days, it seems to have regained its wildness when it first saw it.

The most obvious sign is that it seems to prefer the eyeballs of corpses to raw beef.

It has been heard that beasts that have killed people are not allowed to live, this is to prevent them from eating the marrow, but it is not quarks that kill, and it is only the nature of crows to peck at corpses. When I adopted him, I was a child and I thought I wanted to change it radically, but now I feel that it is not a bad thing to restore his nature, so I don't plan to retrain him.

It was a very natural walk along the way, not a walk, but there was no sense of urgency. However, when passing by passers-by, there will always be a feeling of independence that washes over the soul. What I have experienced, what I am going to do, and some vague responsibility that I have been given are all proving that I am different from others.

The difference is both stimulating and heavy. However, if I could go back in time and start all over again, I would still choose to walk into that weird old toilet.

Because, isn't it interesting? What boy doesn't want to have an adventurous life like a brave man?

This is a dream that has been hidden in my heart since childhood.

Even if it is not always beautiful and always faces dangerous choices, it is more fulfilling than ordinary people's lives.

Although I am deeply sorry for the innocent people who were harmed by the pond fish, I know very well that I will not change my original intention because of this apology.

That's why I've always been sure of this, so I'm able to walk down the street so freely.

I have the impression that corpses are always found in the park near my home, and although some people find it unsafe and even disgusted, it is because I like to hang out there, because isn't it cool to have a park? But because I'm probably so used to it, I can't remember its name.

The main entrance to the park was on another street, and the back door I entered was not engraved with the name of the park. When I went in, I looked at my watch, and it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

The street lights in the park have been lit up, and many tourists who take a walk after dinner can hear the frolic of public welfare activities coming from a distance on the flat ground.

At the end of summer, the night sky is infinitely deep and clear.

Through the analysis of the information I know, I have grasped the approximate area of Morino's death. For people who aren't used to walking the back trails, it's a hard place to notice. Most people are in parks, even if there are obvious roads, but once they are away from the hustle and bustle, they don't go any further. Not only did Na Kuang go deep into the shady part of the park, but he also had to leave the main road and continue along a yellow mud field with no turf.

In the last place, there is not only a rudimentary public toilet, but also a pond where ducks are stocked.

No matter who has come so far and come to this remote place, they will subconsciously feel that no one will come, right? However, it may be because many people think this way, so there are really people who come to this place.

It's not all about doing bad things, but at least it's okay to do something without being disturbed.

Along the way, it is enough to make people vigilant.

Why do you choose this place?

Maybe the person who killed Morino was someone she was familiar with.

I didn't find any unnatural mess on the road, and of course, there was a chance that someone would have covered it up, but the police probably wouldn't do that.

The barrier set up to ensure the integrity of the site has not been removed, but it has not been guarded. I was able to enter the scene so easily, and even though I was mentally prepared, I was still surprised when I saw it in person.

The rudimentary public toilets had completely collapsed, littered with severed branches, some of them scorched, and the ground was littered, in some places as if it had been plowed and pitted.

There are no traces of bullets.

Although it was also thought that the belligerents would only use cold weapons and some kind of flame emitter, it was even more chilling.

There may be more evidence, but it should have been taken away by the police.

In the direction of the pond, I saw a human figure drawn in white powder, which was probably where Morino's body was, and it was surprising that this figure did not have a right hand.

In other words, Morino's body was mutilated when it was found.

I found four different shoe prints on the ground, two of which I didn't find anything wrong, but one was deep embedded in the ground, and the other was coming from a direction away from the pond and leaving only one path.

I thought, maybe this guy is just a bystander.

The other three shoe prints were intertwined with each other, and they had a fight, and Morino was supposed to be one of them.

As I pondered, I tried to distinguish between the footprints of the brawlers and envision their actions.

But at this moment, a strange feeling emerged from the bottom of my heart.

There was an unusual smell around the empty surroundings, an extremely subtle anomaly that could only be detected by chain judgment.

I followed my instinct and looked at the big banyan tree behind me.

The moonlight was clear, and the shadows under the trees were dimly connected, and there was a rare presence in the chaos.

"Who's there?"

No response.

I whistled and gestured, and Quark shot from the treetops behind the tree. There was a fierce fluttering sound, and the figure screamed in terror and ran out of the shadows with its head in its hands.

"What is this? Get out of here, get out of here! He shouted repeatedly, but Quark ignored it, and kept attacking his head with his sharp mouth and claws.

With the help of the faint moonlight, I could see that the person who came was wearing the same style of school uniform as me, but I didn't expect it to be a student from the same school, what was he doing here?

I asked Quark to leave him, and he breathed a sigh of relief, and watched in awe as the crow landed on the branches.

The face on the side is somewhat familiar.

"Uh, it's your bird?" He turned around and asked me with some embarrassment.

That's when I immediately remembered his name.

Senior Shirai, who is in the third grade, is Morino's boyfriend.

Shirai is half a head taller than me, and he looks very ordinary, but he is probably a bit of a diligent exercise recently, and he exudes a vigorous atmosphere. I think he also heard that Morino's body was found here, so he came here deliberately. Surprisingly, though, I couldn't find the slightest hint of sadness on his face.

"It's called quark." I beckoned, and Quark flew over my shoulder, "It's Shirai-senpai, right?" My name is ......"

"Sophomore-grader Takakawa-san." Shirai interrupted me and smiled kindly, "I've heard it a few times from Morino, and because I was a little concerned, I specially looked at your appearance, and I hope you don't care." ”

Of course I don't care.

"Are you looking for Morino?" I asked.

Hearing the name, he turned his face to the side, intentionally or unintentionally, allowing the shadow to hide his expression.

Half an hour later.

"Hmm...... yes, but I can't find it. He said.

Although the tone was as if he was looking for something inconsequential, it made the listener feel sad.

"Have you and Morino been here before?" I asked.

"I've been here." He nodded and said nostalgically, "It was here that I first met her in junior high school, and speaking of which, this is also the place where I confessed to her." What a nice place, so peaceful, as if the heavens and the earth had been washed. You tell me? Takakawa-san. ”