Zongman You Are Contained

At night, the private Toyonosaki School.

The academy's art room, where the murder had just occurred during the day, had long been sealed by the police, and in order to prevent someone from destroying the scene, the Metropolitan Police Department also left three police officers to patrol the teaching building.

"Ohara, what do you think of the matter of that art teacher today!"

As three rookie police officers who were assigned to work at night, holding flashlights and illuminating the dark corridor boringly, the police officer named Kushita asked his companion named Ohara next to him.

"How to see how to see, don't check I don't know, a check is shocked that this art teacher actually attacked his own students, I see this is retribution, I guess it should be a boy who has a crush on which girl did it!"

"You also know that these adolescent little guys, as soon as their blood swells, and then they are dominated by information hormones, it is not strange to do anything crazy! Especially in modern society, some children with bad parental relationships have more or less problems in their hearts. "

"According to me, we should investigate the girl's class and find out which of the boys in their class has a bad relationship with their parents... Those boys are the most suspicious! "

Bored lit a cigarette, the police officer named Ohara said analytically, this kind of vigil errand is definitely the hardest, not to mention how small the chance of criminals returning to the crime scene, but they must guard here.

After all, no one can say whether there is still evidence at the scene of this crime that has not been noticed by them.

"Investigate those boys... Indeed, what you said is very likely, I am adding that according to the victim's autopsy report, he should have been directly twisted by some kind of huge force, this kind of force, ordinary students do not have, we can check those kendo departments, basketball departments... or directly look for anyone who has a muscle strain. "

"After all, ordinary people don't have the ability to directly twist a person's neck!"

"I really hope that this case can be solved, otherwise we don't know how long we will stay in this school!" Uncomfortable! "

Constable Kushita added that for them, who patrol the night, discussing and analyzing cases is the only fun they can kill time.

"Be content, the chairman of the school is uncomfortable, the school has a murder, the art teacher under him is so unethical, he is about to retire and enjoy his old age... Now, gee..."

Ohara said complainingly.

"It's also... Compared to him, we are just a little tired, by the way, Nishikawa!? Why hasn't he come out of the art room yet, isn't it time to change people to patrol the corridor!? "

"Wait... Why is it so quiet all of a sudden!? "

Officer Ohara said suddenly, making Officer Kushita stunned, subconsciously listened to the sound of the art room, it stands to reason that in this quiet environment at night, how can the police officer Nishikawa guarding the art room also make some noise, compared to that is not a sitting guy.

He likes to smoke, he likes to knock on the table with his hand, and he is the fan who he thinks is such a famous detective...

But now... The art room is terrifyingly quiet.

"Ohara!! What are you doing, say a word! "

Officer Kushita, who was a little uneasy, couldn't help shouting in the direction of the art room, but what made him feel cold in his heart was that Officer Nishikawa in the art room did not answer him...

“......"

“......"

Silently glanced at each other, and a trace of solemnity flashed in the eyes of Officer Ohara and Officer Kushita at the same time, they can become police officers in Tokyo, they are all excellent students who graduated from famous police academies, and they are almost unable to stay in Tokyo unless the relationship is tough enough.

The police officer Xichuan, who is also a newcomer to them, is not a related household, or the hard work left at the scene cannot be the turn of those gold-plated related households, so it is impossible for the police officer Nishikawa to fall asleep because of boredom.

After all, they came to the vigil for less than two hours, and the time for the shift break was still early.

So...... Why didn't Officer Nishikawa answer their shouts...

Swallowing his spit and subconsciously slowing his steps, Ohara asked the police officer Kusuda next to him uneasily while carefully leaning towards the art room.

"That Kushida, do you believe there are ghosts in this world?"

"Why did you say that all of a sudden!?"

Officer Kushita, who suddenly felt cold, couldn't help but shiver.

"Do you know that Nishikawa is the first in the police academy in hand-to-hand combat?" Officer Ohara asked another question.

"I remember it should be the third place, but it is not much different from the first and second combat power, and it is a narrow defeat..."

Officer Kushita replied.

"So do you think someone can quietly approach Nishikawa in such a quiet atmosphere and quietly solve him?" Carefully walking to the door of the art room where the light was always on, Officer Ohara asked in a grim tone.

"So you think it's a ghost!" The corner of Officer Kushita's mouth twitched, his right hand slowly took out the baton on his waist, and his left hand was safely placed on the police gun at his side, and he rolled his eyes at Officer Ohara who was still joking at this time.

"I don't know, maybe we'll catch a big fish!"

Officer Ohara's heart was beating violently, and now it was less than a minute before the sound completely disappeared in the art room, which means that the murderer could not escape far even if he was not in the art room, and they were likely to directly confront the daring murderer...

How can this kind of thing not make him nervous and excited.

After approaching the door of the art room, the two looked at each other wordlessly and nodded to each other, the next moment...!

Kushida took out a police gun with a baton in one hand and kicked the door of the art room.

"Bang ————!!"

The door to the art room was slammed open, and Officer Kushita got out of the way with the force of the countershock, and Ohara took his position with a police gun in his hand and looked nervously towards the art room, ready to shoot at any time.

But before he could call out the warning of raising his hand.

He was surprised to find that there were no figures in the bright art room with the lights on, but what made his scalp tingle was that the police officer Nishikawa, who had come here with them to keep vigil, was already lying on the ground with his back to the ceiling like the art teacher.

At the same time, his neck, like that art teacher, was twisted by some terrifying force.

If the art teacher who looked weak and weak was attacked by someone and twisted his neck, he could still understand, but the strong police officer Nishikawa who could rank high in hand-to-hand combat in the police academy was solved so quietly next to them...

In just one minute...

"Human...?"

The eyes were terrified and patrolled around the art room, Ohara asked in disbelief, closed classroom doors and windows, they didn't hear any sound of opening and closing windows, in his opinion, the art room in front of him was a secret room, and in this secret room, or when they were outside the door, and reacted quickly, a police officer was killed!

"What about the prisoners!!"

Ohara's eyes were vigilantly trying to find a place to hide people in the art room, but in the empty art room, except for some art shelves stacked in the corner, there were only some plaster sculptures...

And where you can hide people...

Ohara's gaze eventually fell on the one-man-tall sculpture that the slain art teacher had recently bought.

"Nishikawa... He's dead! "

Kneeling down with an ugly face to check the signs of Nishikawa's life, Officer Kushita said solemnly, and when he raised his head, he saw Ohara setting his eyes on the strange sculpture that was one person tall, and he couldn't help but say out loud.

"You don't think that the murderer will be like a Trojan horse in the Trojan War, like those Greeks hiding in a wooden horse hidden in a sculpture, Officer Ohara wake up, the police station they have long investigated, which sculpture is made of cement, and it is solid!" Overweight! "

"Oh... I just feel a little strange, I feel that the shape of this statue has changed a little..."

Officer Zou frowned and said solemnly.

"Change!?"

Listening to Officer Ohara's words, Officer Kushida set his eyes on the reinforced concrete sculpture placed against the wall in the southwest corner of the room, which was a very strange sculpture, made of high-strength reinforced concrete, coated with traces of Krylon brand spray paint, and its big head looked like an alien.

But a pair of dark eyes made of some kind of stone give people a strange feeling, maybe that's why this art teacher took a fancy to it...

But although this sculpture feels very strange, how did Kushita not see any changes in the sculpture...

"Isn't that how it stands!"

Officer Kushida asked strangely.

"It feels like his arm has lifted up a little!?" Officer Ohara said.

"A little? How much is it!? "

Officer Kushida asked as he tried to find clues left by the murderer.

"Probably raised by 3?"

Officer Ohara said uncertainly.

“...... Don't waste time on impossible choices, help me see if there are any traces of crime left by criminals in the window! "

Officer Kushita said in a bad tone, the death of Officer Nishikawa made him very uneasy, and at this time Ohara still had the intention to joke and make him a little unhappy - although the other party may be to relieve their psychological pressure.

"Well..."

Hearing the somewhat angry voice of Officer Kushita, Ohara looked at the sculpture suspiciously, and thought about it, a solid reinforced concrete sculpture, which was detected by experts with a machine when investigating the scene before.

How can a solid reinforced concrete Tibet !?

Shrugging helplessly, Officer Ohara took his gaze off the sculpture.

What neither Officer Kusuda nor Officer Ohara noticed was the moment they looked away from the sculpture.

Which reinforced concrete humanoid sculpture! Moved!

It raised its arms against the necks of the two!