People are in Yokohama, the vest is fully open

Yokohama Private Third Middle School, although it is a private middle school, the quality of students here is uneven.

Compared with the famous colleges and universities in the outside world that discount noble signs to attract high-quality students, this place is more like a backup dump in Yokohama. High school students who have no chance of entering another public middle school gather here.

4:00 p.m. is the time for club activities. Murahmotoma is a student in Class B of the first grade.Originally, he should be participating in the club activities of the volleyball club at this time, but at this moment, Murakami, who has not changed into the village training uniform, is in front of the table, with his back stiff and motionless.

"Muramoto, you are here, why didn't you go to training?" Yamada Ki is also a friend of Murakami and a member of the club.

Panting, he pushed open the back door of the classroom and ran behind Murakami, and slapped him on the shoulder: "I've been looking for you for a long time, I thought you had already gone—"

Yamada Kiya stopped talking before he finished speaking, and there was no other reason—Muramoto, who was patted by him, suddenly turned his head and stared at him as if he had been violently frightened, with terrifying eyes neurotic.

"Mura, Muramoto... What's wrong with you?" Yamada Kiyo withdrew his hand in fright, he stammered and asked.

"It is you....."

The protruding eyeballs of Muramoto turned slightly, and the creepy expression on his face disappeared, and he took on a bit of the breath of a living person, but he still seemed a little stiff: "Today... ...I am not feeling well so I won’t participate in club activities, and I would like to trouble you to ask for a leave of absence for me.”

"Uncomfortable?" Yamada Kiya realized that Yamamura Honken's face was pale and haggard, and there was still a little cold sweat on his forehead: "Your complexion is so bad, then go back to rest if you are not feeling well, I will ask for leave for you .”

"Go back and have a good rest!" Yamada Kiya's fear came and went quickly, he was born with a hot-tempered personality, and when he found out that his good brother was sick, he quickly threw away the little awkwardness in his heart just now side.

Yamada Ki patted Yamamoto on the shoulder like a good buddy and comforted him for a while, then he picked up the training bag at hand and rushed out of the classroom. "I'm going to training first, remember to call me if you need me!"

Murakami reluctantly nodded, and sat there blankly watching Yamada Kiya go away.

It wasn't until the footsteps in the corridor disappeared, and the silence returned to the air - there was no other sound except the chirping of cicadas outside the window and his shallow breathing, that Murakami moved, as if he had finally made up his mind As determined as he was, he took a deep breath.

"...Let's go home first."

Muramoto looked around nervously like a mouse with its head hooked. Seeing that there was nothing unusual, he pushed away his chair and wanted to pick up his schoolbag and leave the classroom.

However, Murakami didn't pull the schoolbag unexpectedly. Was the schoolbag caught somewhere?

Just when he bent down to see what happened, he met a pair of eyes.

"Ah!!" Murahmoto knocked down the chair next to him with a "bang", and he fell to the ground in horror, trying to get away from the desk, trembling. As if twitching: "Let, let me go, let me go!!"

There is a head staring at him in the table hole in Murahmotoma. It is crushed and deformed, but its facial features are still vivid.

It was a bloody head, and the oil paint seemed to have been scratched a little when the head was cut off, but the smile on the clown's face was still very vivid.

He stuck out his tongue in the direction of Murakami, and his scarlet lips showed a distorted and exaggerated smile, as if mocking his innocence.

.......

.......

In the Port Mafia interrogation room.

Chuya Nakahara stood beside the interrogation room, and Ryunosuke Akutagawa took the handkerchief handed over by his subordinates, wiped off the blood on his hands, and stood in front of Chuya Nakahara with his hands down respectfully.

"Is he still refusing to say anything?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also leaned against the wall, folded his hands and frowned, looking at the middle-aged man who no longer had a good piece of flesh on his body.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke shook his head and said, "It's still the same as last time. It only said that the debtor disappeared for no reason. There was no warning before. It's just that he occasionally muttered something like a clown."