Outside the café, there is a corner that is in the blind spot of most people and is not easy to observe.

A teenager was watching from afar at the bright lights in the café and Russell, Nocturne, and the old man sitting at either side of the table.

He buried his entire body in the shadows, trying not to be discovered, while pulling out his phone and recording Russell and Nocturne meeting in a café.

The teenager is none other than Russell's roommate, Subway.

Subway held up his phone and continued to record the video.

……

The old man's eyes showed many emotions, as if he recalled the scene of the past:

"One day, Duncan disappeared without warning.

"In the beginning, I thought Duncan was going on a long-term assignment and would be away from the academy for a while. But when I found out that he hadn't been back to the academy for a whole year, I realized something was wrong.

"I asked the teachers where Duncan had gone. At first, they were silent.

But further on, they even said that there had never been a student named Duncan in the academy!

"One day, I asked a second-grader to sneak into the office and check the school's computers and files. But there is also no record of Duncan in it, and this dazzling genius never seems to have existed. ”

After listening to this story, several people were silent for a long time.

Until Russell broke the silence:

"It's a little different from the description of the weird story, because Duncan's disappearance didn't make everyone amnesiac, at least someone remembered him."

Nocturne lowered her head, the lower half of her face, which was not covered by black hair, opened her mouth lightly, and said in a low voice:

"Maybe, maybe...... The student, Duncan, discovered some secret of the academy, and even, even gained power from it. That's why he, he's so strong.

"But the academy covered up ...... Covering up the fact that he once existed. And the secret that doesn't want to be known. ”

Russell listened to the words of the nocturne, and his face was also much more solemn, as if he had just discovered something worrying.

He looked at the low girl sitting in front of him, and his face was worried:

"Nocturne-san, how long have you been stuttering?"

They talked for a while, confirmed some more details from the old man, and ended the topic.

"Thank you, Russell, old man. You have shown me a hidden side of the Academy. Nocturne said.

Russell sensed that the time was almost ripe, waved his hand, and said goodbye to the old man.

The old man seemed to have known what Russell meant, and got up to leave.

After watching the old man leave the café with the packed food, Nocturne lowered her voice:

"Russell, you should remember the demonic whispers you once heard.

"I think Duncan's disappearance may have something to do with the seals within the Academy. He may have been eaten by the monster in the seal, or even became a sacrifice to the monster to maintain the seal. ”

Russell bowed his head and pondered:

"It's possible.

"Something sealed away in the Academy, trying to trick me into saving it. If I do go, maybe I will reap the benefits, or maybe I will become a sacrifice to this terrifying being, and mysteriously disappear.

"This seal is the one that Mr. Dragon guarded!"

Although he said so, Russell suspects that according to the current style of the story, maybe the final truth will be very nonsensical.

For example, it is the student who is actually sealed for cheating on the exam.

Seeing that the two sides had developed a certain mutual trust, and the time was almost up, Russell asked Nocturne:

"Is it possible for me to join the association you mentioned?"

A smile bloomed on the lower half of Nocturne's face:

"Can you tell me why you want to join us?"

"Didn't you invite me last time?" Russell said with a look of course, and complained, "It seems that school clubs like to invite new recruits warmly, and when they are interviewed, they ask why they want to join." ”

The corners of Nocturne's mouth twitched twice, feeling that Russell's logic was clear and could not be refuted.

Still, Russell was quick to explain:

"I've thought about it for the past few days, and I feel that I really need to join a force within the academy, otherwise I will definitely be retaliated against by the group of people in the White Wolf Club!"

Nocturne promised:

"Since you are interested in joining us, I will inform the association of your situation. After that you wait patiently for a while. ”

After the two casually chatted about something else, Russell picked up a ham sandwich and got up to say goodbye to Nocturne.

"Goodbye, Nocturne-san, looking forward to hearing from you."

Russell strode out of the café, his back disappearing into the night after the twilight had ended.

Looking at Russell's disappeared back, Nocturne sat quietly for a long time before asking in a low voice that only he could hear:

"He, is that okay?"

"There is hope to be our person, but it will take a while." The faint voice came from nowhere, reaching Nocturne's ears.

Nocturne fell into deep thought and said nothing more.

Syllable.

She felt a hand on her shoulder.

Nocturne abruptly turned back.

The waiter behind him had a professional smile on his face:

"Hello, this female classmate, please buy the bill. The three of you spent a total of ......"

……

Hiding in the shadows, Subway began editing the footage and photos on his phone.

Suddenly, he felt like he was being squeezed.

One man, like him, huddled in the shadows!

"Who?" Subway was about to shout to see who, like him, was hiding in the shadows to spy on the café.

He looked up and saw a familiar face.

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