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Therefore, the dreams of Yu Ishigami, who has persecution paranoia, are almost nightmares.

"President, I want to quit the student union."

Ishigami Yu submitted a resignation application to Yawei. Although the latter tried his best to keep him, he still insisted on his opinion.

"Ah, there is really no way. If this is your decision, then I can only choose to respect it."

Seeing that Yawei wrote the word "agree" on the application with regret, Ishigami Yu couldn't help but feel a little apologetic while he was relieved.

I'm sorry President, although I really want to repay your kindness, but I'm still young, I don't want to be sunk so soon!

If he continued to stay in the student union, he would definitely be killed by Senior Shinomiya.

The basis of his guess——is the eyes of Senior Sigong.

The human eyeball is an organ directly connected to the brain, and half of the brain is used to process visual information.

The movement of the eyeballs can directly express what is on alert or what is needed, and it is an organ that can clearly express the activity of the brain.

And because he always cares about the eyes of others, Yu Ishigami only needs to look into a person's eyes, and he can probably know 5.00% to [-]% of the person's nature.

Just like that, he found that Senior Shinomiya occasionally looked at him with rather terrifying eyes.

That's right, that's without a doubt the killing intent!

From Ishigami's point of view, Shinomiya Kaguya is probably a natural born murderer, and most of them are also proficient in assassination.

Not only that, but in the student union, Fujiwara-senpai is more dangerous than himself, because Shinomiya-senpai is jet-lagged and looks at her with eyes that are not human.

If my guess is correct, her life expectancy is estimated to be only about two months.

Thinking of this, Ishigami couldn't help shivering.

But now all this is finally over, and he quit the student union as he wished.

"Ah, I survived."

There was a smile on the corner of Shishang's mouth, let's go home and play games next, he thought so.

However, the moment he just stepped out of the school gate, a group of men in black suddenly appeared from the corner, rushed up brutally, and dragged him into the car.

Then, I came to a place where no one was around, and I could clearly see the sea not far away from the stone.

"Student Ishigami, if you want to blame it, blame you for being too sensitive. Now that you have been discovered, you can't be kept."

Shinomiya Kaguya got off from another car, she was wearing blood-stained white clothes, holding a blood-dripping dagger in her hand, and said in a cold tone.

"If you want to blame, blame yourself for giving up halfway. If you stay in the student union honestly, maybe we won't attack you so quickly."

Saying that, Shinomiya Kaguya walked up to him, and then kicked him off the cliff by the sea...

"Wow wow wow-!!"

Ishigami woke up suddenly, his heart was beating violently.

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, slipped over the tip of his nose, and dripped onto the blanket.

- What's wrong?

It was a dream, and Ishigami realized that he probably had a nightmare.

Although he tried to recall the content of the dream, only fragmented images emerged in his mind.

However, the last scene is still deeply in my mind.

"Huh...huh...I seem to have had an unpleasant dream."

Ishigami looked around and found that the place he was in seemed to be a health room.

He didn't know what time it was, but under the dazzling fluorescent light, a vague figure was clearly projected on the curtain of the hospital bed.

Hey, is there anyone else in the health room besides him?

Thinking, Ishigami stretched out his hand toward the curtain——

The next second, what caught his eyes was Kaguya with scarlet gleams in his eyes after the good things were interrupted.

Ishigami died suddenly.

The cause of death was shock.

Looking at Ishigami who fell into a coma again after screaming, Yawei and Kaguya looked at each other and couldn't help but gloated and laughed.

Ha, what a miserable man.

Chapter 94 The Cursed Ishigami

"President, I may have been cursed recently."

"Cursed!?"

Hearing Ishigami's sudden words, Yawei showed an expression of surprise that he couldn't hide.

At this time, there were only the two of them left in the student union room, and Yawei took the initiative to stay and inquire because he found that the world seems to be a little absent-minded recently.

In the end, I didn't expect to get such an unbelievable answer.

"What do you mean you've been cursed? Wait, didn't you even receive some strange letter?"

"If that's the case, I will first suspect that my classmates are looking for trouble for me."

Shi Shang said so calmly, but Yawei keenly felt a trace of irrepressible fear in him.

He originally thought that the other party's persecution paranoia had occurred again, but now it seems that this is not the case.

Next, Ishigami explained the beginning of the whole thing bit by bit.

In the art preparation room of Xiuzhiyuan, there are excellent paintings that have won awards.

Because of its long history, the number of preserved works is naturally quite astonishing, and the troublesomeness of management has also grown proportionally.

"Damn it, the worst signing ever."

After Ishigami walked into the preparation room, he couldn't help sighing as he looked at the huge number of canvases in front of him.

Facing this hill of wreckage made of stacked canvases, anyone would make the judgment that several people should clean it up.

However, the team responsible for cleaning the art room allocated work purely based on size.

Among the six team members, three are in charge of the art room, two are in charge of the hallway, and the remaining one is in charge of the preparation room.

The other team members only need to sweep and mop the floor and they will be fine... But if it is the preparation room, they must start with the "digging" operation to clean up the floor that needs to be cleaned.

The corner of Shishang's mouth was a bit bitter, he was trying to pay attention to someone who was lazy, but now he was stealing chickens and losing money.

"Forget it... There's nothing I can do about it. It's also uncomfortable to be awkwardly squeezed into this small space with other guys."

He couldn't help sighing, and picked up the canvas beside him.

Although I don't mean to clean it seriously at all, but if I don't clean it to a barely passable level, I will be scolded by others later.

So while he was cleaning, he was thinking about how to play tricks, so that he could just reach the passing line where he would not be scolded, and at the same time, he could match the time when everyone finished cleaning.

And that's when it happened—

"Huh? This painting..."

When Shi Shang placed the canvas on the wall at random to clear a path, he suddenly felt something was wrong in a certain painting.

First of all, the feeling of holding it by hand is very different. Other paintings are basically the rough feel of the canvas itself, or the smooth and elastic feel of oil paint, which feels quite healing to the touch.

But this painting is the only one that doesn't have this kind of feeling, how should I say it...stinging?Yes, I always feel a "tingling" feeling.

Even if Ishigami had no interest in painting, he would not specifically check what was painted on it when cleaning, but he still couldn't help wondering where this strange feeling came from.

"So I brushed off the dust on the surface and confirmed the content of the painting, only to see..."

Speaking of this, Ishigami shivered involuntarily, which made Yawei, whose interest was completely aroused, even more curious, and hurriedly urged to ask the follow-up.

Then, I heard Ishigami say in a trembling voice: Because it was a painting with Shinomiya-senpai as the model.

The person in charge of cleaning the art preparation room in the past seemed to help classify the works according to the age, but in this way, there is one thing that is quite strange.

Why is the painting with Shinomiya-senpai as the model mixed in a bunch of paintings that are about 40 years old?

Of course, it's also possible that it was just mixed in by accident, so I didn't think much about it at the time, but simply put the painting aside and confirmed it after I was ready.

If the whole thing stops here, then there is not much to say, unfortunately, the main action is only now beginning. "

"Goo."

Hearing this, Yawei couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and his intuition told him that the root cause of driving Ishigami to madness was about to appear.

"If there is such a painting there, wouldn't it be no different from Senior Sister Shinomiya staring at people from the sidelines?

So I remember very well that when I placed that painting I placed it upside down.

But just as I was scanning, the tingling sensation reappeared, and when I turned my head, I found that the painting with Shinomiya-senpai as the model was facing me..."

Hearing this, Yawei immediately froze in place, and there was already a picture in his mind.

And maybe because Ishigami's performance was so immersive, he even felt a little bit afraid.

Just kidding, I am the God of the future, how can I be afraid of mere ghosts and monsters.

However, this was not over yet, I could only hear Ishigami covering his head and continuing in a slightly crying voice.

"At first I thought someone was playing a prank on me, but there was nothing unusual about the door leading to the art room.

I can vaguely hear my classmates cleaning the art room, laughing and playing there.

If someone had opened the ancient door, it would be impossible for me not to notice the creak when I was busy cleaning it.

I felt a shudder and put the picture back on the shelf.

I also took a piece of cloth and wrapped it layer by layer to ensure that its front side would never be exposed again.

After that, I immediately started cleaning seriously, because if it were you, you would also want to leave this ghostly place as soon as possible, right?

So, despite a lingering sense of foreboding, I bite the bullet and keep cleaning, finishing in less time than expected.

Then I turned off the light and went outside, closing the door of the preparation room.

However, the door couldn't be closed all the time. I wondered if something was stuck, so I peeked into the crack of the door.