I, the lord of ghost stories

The recent bullying and suicide incidents in other counties and cities, which were reported with mighty momentum, woke up in her mind.

──At that time, I may be regarded as a despicable informer by everyone, and everyone will look down upon me.

Thinking of this sentence, Maiko shrank back in fear.

If people found that she knew her friend was being bullied but did nothing about it—and found that she was not saving her friend, she would definitely be blamed by everyone, right?

Maiko walked on the way back to the classroom with a worried and preoccupied look.

From the beginning to the end, there was a girl in a sailor suit with swaying black hair, walking calmly beside her.

The girl named Yan Moai passed by and listened quietly.

"It doesn't look like she has much resentment..."

The young man's voice sounded from the window along with the thin air current.

Although he was not here, Yuu Sifeng was observing it in a certain way.

The colorless and transparent water vapor transpired and distorted, and the music emerged as a vague figure like a faint and imperceptible steam.

"She's hesitating."

Ms. Yan Mo, who was wearing a sailor suit with her chin resting on her hand, seemed to be seriously attending class.

However, while looking at the blackboard, under the cover of the book, he was writing something on his hand.

"Things shouldn't be complicated."

"Such a young child has too little experience, who knows that he will be targeted at school if he is doing well in school."

"Besides, there is suddenly such unreasonable malice. Really, I feel sick just thinking about it."

Matters about mortals are rarely hidden from the gods... as long as the gods want to know.

Yuu Sifeng had almost figured it out, that's why he said such a thing.

"Human malice, many times, does not need a reason."

The beautiful girl with her back straight and sitting upright, raised her hand, covered her cherry lips lightly, and replied with a soft voice like a breeze.

"This is the human heart."

Chapter 230 The Seventh Asymptotic Truth

"Students are free to fill in and take it back at five o'clock this afternoon."

In the morning class meeting, Teacher Ichinose neatly distributed a stack of photocopied paper to the first student in each row.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to write your name, everyone can think about what troubles Kana Komizo had during her lifetime... Well, for example, the so-called bullying incident──"

When the "so-called bullying incident" was mentioned, the physical education teacher's tone paused emphatically, with undisguised disgust on his face.

That's for "nosy" journalists and "unrelenting" parents...

Endured and endured, he continued to say:

"Because of Gugou's family's strong request, the school had no choice but to cooperate in sending out this questionnaire, hoping that everyone can tell what they know."

The questionnaire paper with only horizontal lines and a sense of oppression gradually spread among the restive classmates.

This is the so-called "questionnaire" after Channai's suicide. This kind of handling method is really so clever that people are stunned.

The slower the investigation, the more intense the media's censure against the school, and the school has presumably learned from the precedent.

Throwing such a blank questionnaire to junior high school students who are suffering just handing in a report, and the deadline for handing in is still the same day.

Zhen Yizi lowered his head silently, looked at this blank paper, and thought that the school didn't really want to investigate at all.

On the contrary, it was like flicking the grass to catch a snake. If the snake really ran out, they would feel troubled.

"If it is really found out that it is being bullied, the school's reputation will be discredited again, so it is obviously perfunctory."

Although it's just a perfunctory, but if there are no reporters outside, I wouldn't even be perfunctory...

Kanai's death, only her family members will be sad, even Maiko herself...

Sighing silently, a kind of inexplicable sadness and anger welled up in my heart.

Zhen Yizi lowered his head, not daring to be seen by others...

Her eyes must be ugly.

The students who don't care about the laughing and joking, the school that is completely perfunctory, the teachers who don't feel guilty at all, and the reporters who want to find out the truth...

No one really cares about Mana.

Maiko felt that he could only count as half.

"I'm sorry, Mana, I dare not..."

She dared not speak.

If she said it, she would definitely become a thorn in the side. At that time, her situation might be worse than Mana's... Mana just couldn't stand the more and more excessive bullying, so she decided to bid farewell to this ugly world.

Reporters would only rush over after something happened to dig up the news, it was impossible to guard the school...

Guilt came over me.

Maiko only thinks that this world is really terrible...

Why is the world the way it is?

This kind of world that bullies people is worse than destroying it!

Some kind of treasonous thought emerged, accompanied by some kind of secret resentment, which made Zhen Yizi feel startled.

The number of reporters guarding the school gate dropped sharply this morning, and the school seemed to have returned to its previous appearance.

The whole class will go to Chanel's funeral tomorrow, and the reporter will definitely show up.

However, if it is still impossible to confirm whether there is a bullying incident, it will probably end without a problem in the end, right?

If things really come to this point, from the perspective of the media, Chanel's incident will lose its news value.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the questionnaires were collected uniformly.

All the students seemed to be calm, but they were secretly peeking at the questionnaire papers folded up on the back. Everyone was nervously paying attention to whether someone really filled in their opinions.

Maiko stacked her own questionnaire on top of other questionnaires and quickly handed it to the students in front of her.

Standing on the podium, Mr. Ichinose glanced at the questionnaires handed in by each row naturally, and then stacked them all together.

He walked out of the classroom without saying a word.

When the classmates who stayed behind to clean started to move the desks and chairs, Maiko picked up her schoolbag and left the classroom.

She also took a quick look at it just now, and everyone's questionnaires seemed to remain in their original state of blank paper.

In the end, Zhen Yizi also handed in a blank paper.

There were only thirty students in this class, and she could probably tell who wrote it just by looking at the handwriting, so she was always worried and hesitant, and couldn't make up her mind to fill it out until the time limit was up.

Maiko picked up her schoolbag, looked at a few junior students who were excited for some reason, and ran past her with a smile.

Their innocent backs seemed to be superimposed on the intimate and harmonious figures of Mayiko and Chanel last year, and she couldn't help turning her gaze out of the window.

When school was over yesterday, the media reporters still blocked the school gate without giving up.I don't know if it will appear again today?Makoto looked in the direction of the school gate.

"Have you heard of "Hell Communication"?"

The small voice that suddenly entered her ears made Maiko get goosebumps in fright.

She grabbed the window frame and looked back suddenly, only to find that the words were not addressed to her.

There were two female students leaning together and looking at a mobile phone, talking in whispers while walking towards the stairs behind Maiko.

"Hell? What's that?"

"It means that there is a website called "Hell Communication"! It's scary. I heard that if you log in to that website at midnight, no matter what kind of resentment you have, it can help you resolve it."

"Wow, it's a lie! But if it's true, I also have someone who wants to try it."

"But—I heard that although you can ask "Hell Communication" to help you eliminate your grudges, the client will also die. I don't know how reliable it is."

"Isn't this too miserable?"

"So it's a rumor!"

Listening to this unscrupulous conversation, Maiko gripped the window frame with her back turned to them.

──No matter what kind of resentment it is.

"Hey, what's going on..."

A disappointed sigh came from behind.

"...webpage not found."

"I just said, if you don't log in at exactly midnight, you won't be able to get in!"

"But if there is such a website, wouldn't it be terrible to try to log in with your mobile phone, Aya? You will be cursed, you will be cursed!"

"Hate it, stop talking nonsense!"

Maiko stood there silently, listening to their laughter gradually going downstairs.

──No matter what kind of resentment it is.

Those unintentional words made Ma Yizi feel a piercing pain in his spine.

If there is really some kind of power that can eliminate all resentment for people, Channa may not have to die.

However, the reality is not like this.Human beings are very weak, Kanna is, and so is Maiko.

She shook her head vigorously, trying to get the conversation out of her mind.

The students after school were walking towards the exit of the school building one after another. Just as Maiko was about to join the crowd, a big hand suddenly pressed her shoulder.

It turned out to be Teacher Ichinose.

"Guan Chuan, please go to the principal's office."

……

Chanel's father and the principal were sitting on the sofa facing each other. When he saw Maiko standing stiffly at the door, he nodded slightly at her and showed a stiff smile.

He shouldn't be able to sleep these days, right?However, the clothes and appearance are still very neat, and the mood seems to be quite calm at first glance.

In the principal's office where Makoko stepped into for the first time, besides Kanai's father and the principal, there was actually Mr. Yoshimizu who was supposed to recuperate at home.

The teacher who usually pays attention to dressing up seems to be a completely different person today.

Her hair was tied in an old-fashioned way, and she didn't have any makeup on. Her complexion was already fair, but today it was as pale as white paper.

When the teacher saw Maiko, he nodded sadly to her.

Only now did Zhen Yizi realize that every get out of class today, some students were called out by the teacher one by one.

Although Zhen Yizi doesn't know who he is, many students have been investigated individually since this morning.

"The current situation is not yet clear. The school believes that if Teacher Lishui is allowed to be interviewed by the media, it will only cause unnecessary panic, so he announced that Teacher Lishui will take sick leave today.

Guan Chuan, please help keep the secret. "

The principal sitting next to Teacher Sushui said so, and asked Makoto to sit on the single sofa beside him.

Surrounded by a group of adults, Maiko couldn't say anything, and sat down silently.

She tried to sit still on the soft sofa, and began to feel a little dizzy from the tension.

The atmosphere in the principal's room was very serious and oppressive, and the atmosphere was once like ice and snow.

I don't know how many times the adults talked. Now it seems that everyone's patience has been exhausted, but they have to continue.

This is especially true of Chanel's father, who is covered with sadness visible to the naked eye.

The headmaster coughed lightly.

"Such an unfortunate incident happened to Kona Komizo, her mother was so shocked that she couldn't even sleep well.

However, her father wanted to ask Chanel's teachers and friends about something, so he came to the school quietly today. "

"I'm giving you trouble."