After Chizuru Yoshiaki hung up the phone,
He immediately made the final arrangements for his room, leaving all kinds of hidden traps around the building where he lived. Who said that prey could only hide? He just had to play the game of counter-killing.
Heh,
MADAMADADANE。
Tuesday,
It was a new day,
On the first day of school, Tsunayoshi got out of bed dejectedly,
He was going to school with his best friend,
He felt bitter. The lectures he listened to in high school were really incomprehensible, even more exaggerated than the textbooks he used to read in junior high school,
For example, mathematics:
Ab, xy, n, and decimal.
What was the public root?
Why couldn't he understand it.
Why did such a scary thing like mathematics exist.
It was even scarier than English.
Shiroya Shiroya (Tsunayoshi) yawned all the way. He spent most of last night solving puzzles online,
He didn't sleep well,
School was the first thing he woke up to this morning, how could he have any energy.
"What were you doing last night,
Why are you so sleepy today? " His best friend asked helplessly. Although he dragged Shiroya Shiroya to play games for a few hours last night, considering that he had to go to school tomorrow, he restrained himself and only played until ten o'clock before going to bed.
He shouldn't be so sleepy today.
"... I couldn't sleep." This was probably Shiroya Shiroya's (Tsunayoshi) last stubbornness,
What else,
Could he say that he was suddenly interested in solving a password that he didn't know where it came from?
Obviously not.
Moreover, his best friend wouldn't believe his words.
So why did he come up with such a password,
Was he playing with people?
Now his resentment towards the person named Detective Kitajima was about to materialize,
This was clearly a double destruction of his mental and physical strength.
"Ha-" Shiroya Shiroya (Tsunayoshi) yawned and came to his seat. He pulled the stool and threw his schoolbag on the table. He lazily prepared to put the homework he was going to hand in today into the desk drawer.
Huh? Where did the note come from?
Shiroya Shiroya (Tsunayoshi) frowned and stared at the note for a while, but he still chose to open it and read it. He muttered in his heart if this was some new prank, but he had never heard of the original owner of this body having a grudge against anyone.
His sleepy brain was still a little slow.
I'll come to your house this weekend.
PS: This position is really suitable for a headshot.
"…!" With a start, Shiroya Shiko (Tsunayoshi) instantly woke up. He quickly scanned the classroom for a while, outside the door, outside the window, and checked the corners that could hide people. After confirming that there were no suspicious people, he locked on to the suspect.
It was the black-haired man with a mask that she saw after school yesterday.
… How far was he from Liang Liang now?
Was he going to die in the next second?
Tsunayoshi raised his hand to cover his face. He felt the bitterness of life, the cruelty of reality, and the inexplicable sadness and unwillingness of being turned into a box.
He felt that he had done a good job. He hadn't done anything. He had played his role conscientiously and tried his best to survive for a week. How could he die so easily?
In Room 412 on the fourth floor of a residential building not far from the school, someone was holding a pair of binoculars by the window covered by curtains. From the direction of the binoculars, one could observe every move of Shiroya Shiroya (Tsunayoshi).
It was still the black-haired man. At this time, he didn't have the mask that always covered his face. He was wearing a blue and white sweater and dark blue jeans. He was completely casual and had a pair of bright eyes.
Looking at Tsunayoshi's collapsed appearance, the black-haired man's shoulders trembled slightly, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but smile.
The black-haired man thought that it was really fun to play for a while before coming into contact with the target. Anyway, he wasn't in a hurry now.
It definitely wasn't his bad taste.
At noon, it was the busiest time of the commercial street. It was also the time when the small shop was the most crowded. Next to the subway built in the busiest autumn commercial street in the metropolis, a flower shop was opened in a prime location.
The flower shop was called Jingyong Flower Shop, after the shop manager's surname.
The manager of the flower shop, Jingcheng Jiangyan, who originally did not need to care about the shop, watched the staff bustling around. His helpful and active heart that could not stay idle felt uncomfortable. After sitting quietly for less than three minutes, he got up and ran to recommend flowers to the customers.
He imitated the way the shop assistant recommended the dishes, and he was quite good at it. The bright and cheerful smile on his face added a lot of points to him. A few young boys and girls were dazzled by his smile and paid for the dishes unconsciously.
It seems that he has a talent for scamming.
The boy with black-rimmed glasses walked out of the subway with a cold face. After glancing around, he turned his head and saw this scene. After observing for a while, he took back his gaze and walked toward the center of the autumn commercial street. He also looked at other places.
His appearance was between an adult and a minor. He was about 17.8 years old, but it was hard to tell his actual age. After all, it wasn't that there weren't people with naturally young faces.
His figure gradually disappeared into the crowd. The commercial street was the most crowded, especially since it was noon. But even so, the people he passed by didn't notice his presence at all.
It was as if he was air.
"Hello, welcome."
The moment the youth left, Jingyong Shohiko's flower shop welcomed an unexpected guest.
The expression on the person's face was very familiar with Jingyong Shohiko's confidence and calmness. There was an elegant and polite smile on the corner of his mouth, and his every movement reflected the style of a British gentleman.
He was probably missing an eagle.
"Brother Bai Ma!" Jingyong Shohiko excitedly shouted. He instantly recognized the name of the soul inside the body. If it wasn't for his current physique, he probably would have jumped on Detective Bai Ma's back in the next second.
Even with his current physique, his heart was still restless.
"Please call me Detective Kitajima." Kitajima Nanchao (Detective Bai Ma) raised his eyebrows. He was very dissatisfied with Jingyong Shohiko's behavior of calling his name without thinking. "We're still in the game."
He raised his hand and gently tapped Jingyong Shohiko's head.
Jie Fulis.
He softly said this name in his heart. He thought that this guy's speed of falling off the horse was fast enough. It was probably comparable to yesterday's Hikaru Shindo. But fortunately, this guy was well-behaved and didn't seek death.
Kitajima Nanchao (Detective Bai Ma) thought of Xiao Guang's actions yesterday and his face turned black. He suddenly exposed his trump card.
Originally, the identity of the sheriff could be very useful. But now, even if it was still useful, those hunters would certainly guard against all of Akimoto Marumoto's movements. It was absolutely impossible to trick him.
Kitajima Nanchao (Detective Bai Ma) rubbed his temples. He had to find Shiroya Shiroya in a while, so he was busy. But looking at Jie's appearance, he felt a headache.
Was there no one with a higher IQ among the prey?
This was very oppressive.
The White Horse Scout didn't stay in the flower shop for long. He had a lot of things to do, so he couldn't waste too much time. Moreover, staying in the flower shop might bring trouble and suspicion to Little Jie. He could only sternly warn Little Jie not to do anything unnecessary, not to talk to the people in the chat room, and to pretend not to know them.
The Detective Bai Ma felt that he was really suffering.
Tsunayoshi felt that he needed to refute this sentence.
The opposite side was full of godly opponents, and half of the team members were pigs. What kind of suffering was this? Was such a team specially made to oppress them?
The elites and messengers hadn't chosen a team yet. The Detective Bai Ma prayed that if they chose a team, it would be best if they had a high IQ. Now, he didn't even dislike Culolo.
The prerequisite was that these prey could live for two weeks.
It had been two days, so what were the elites and messengers doing?
Although a few went out to collect information, most of them were watching the show. Anyway, there was still a long time before they had to choose a team, so they weren't in a hurry. They more or less had information about the prey, the hunters, and the guardians. Tracking these people was enough for them to watch a good show.
At least, the big show that happened to Shiroya Shiroya was enough for them to watch the show. They expressed 10% sympathy for Shiroya Shiroya's experience, and 99% gloating.
Pfft, so miserable hahahaha.
But who was that black-haired man, where did he come from?
The teenager with the black-rimmed glasses strolled around Autumn Street for almost an entire afternoon. He went from shop to shop, observing the passersby with an expressionless face.
He was trying to figure out what his prey was. A resident, a store manager, a waiter in a restaurant, or a waiter in another store?
His information only showed the area where his prey was located, but didn't tell him the specific identity of the prey. His appearance wasn't explained, so he had to guess.
Was this kind of information serious?
It was too difficult for the hunters to find without exposing their identity. The other side also had a guardian that they didn't know the identity of … Was this character card actually a hell mode?
It could only be said that each camp had its own difficulties.
After the teenager with glasses strolled through most of Autumn Street, he looked at the time on his watch. It was almost five o 'clock. He helplessly turned back and decided to come back tomorrow. He was going to go to another area that showed the existence of prey in the evening to look for the existence of prey.
Was there no other clue?
The teenager thought with a blank face. He felt doubtful about this method of searching without clues. He seriously suspected that this method of searching could be used by the prey for a month.
It was easier to find the students. They were directly marked with which school they were in.
On the way back, the teenager once again passed by the flower shop at the entrance of the subway. He turned his head and looked at the flower shop. This time, he didn't leave directly. Instead, he walked into the shop and looked at it.
"Welcome, Sir. What can I do for you?"
A girl greeted him at the door. She showed a gentle and polite smile to the teenager and asked.
The teenager quietly looked at the members of the flower shop and immediately found that there was one person missing compared to noon. It was the person he suspected.
"Your …" The teenager looked at the identity nameplate on the chest of the clerk here. He remembered that the person he saw in the morning had a completely different style from these people. He speculated the identity of that person. "Where is your store manager?"
"The store manager went to talk to the supplier of our flower shop," the girl replied with a smile. She didn't want to reveal too much information to strangers. "What's the matter?"
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