Sinmonger Chapter 2: First Dead

It was dusk, and Ikeda finally got home. My father hasn't come back yet, maybe he's still soaking in the izakaya.

He took out an instant stick from the refrigerator, then got into the heater and turned on the TV. This was the time Ikeda cherished the most besides sleeping. In front of the TV, he ate the junk food that the poorest families would stockpile. finish homework.

From a very young age, TV seems to have become Ikeda's father, and in the book that belongs to him there is also such a sentence: "TV will not go home drunk, TV will not forget me at the zoo, TV He won't beat or scold me, TV is the guy who taught me how to behave."

He has fantasized more than once that, like the protagonists of those fictional stories, one day he will suddenly encounter aliens, or encounter mysterious girls, or be recruited by government secret agencies, or even be led to another place by a flash of lightning. A world, thereby changing his life; he prefers that he can be relied on like the heroes in those films, rather than despised and oppressed.

But the moment I open my eyes every day, Ikeda has to face the harsh reality.

Life is so painful for a seventeen-year-old boy.

The deepest horror does not come from the present, but from the future; the most complete despair is not that you don't know the future, but that even if you are still young, you can foresee your sad life.

I don't know when, the pen in Ikeda's hand stopped. He glanced at the clock on the wall. At 10:20, his father still hadn't come home.

Ikeda came out of the stove, came to the door again, put on her shoes, and walked quickly towards the night.

On the secluded street, this young man showed a serious expression that he had never had before, and the eyes under the glasses were even quite terrifying and hideous.

Tianyi's bookstore was closed. When Ikeda passed by, he wanted to go in and check again, but obviously he didn't get any response when he knocked on the door.

"Since you have come out, you will never look back!" Ikeda told himself.

He walked for more than an hour, and it was almost midnight when he arrived at the school. It was a dark campus, and there was only a little light in the doorman's hut.

By this point, the security guards on duty should have already fallen asleep, because the school stipulates that the security guards on the night shift should patrol once after midnight and until 5:00. These guys usually go to bed early, and the next day Get up around 4 o'clock and go straight out to buy some breakfast after patrolling.

The school gate is not high, with a horizontal folding and stretching design, Ikeda turned in without much effort, and walked all the way to the front of the teaching building, where he finally stopped.

Came here in a hurry, only to find that the door to the school building was locked with a ring lock at night, which might not be a problem for the fictional heroes, but Ikeda was helpless.

"What am I thinking..." Ikeda smiled wryly.

He turned around and prepared to go back, while whispering to himself: "There's nothing you can do... Don't say that you are now empty-handed, even if you had anticipated this situation and brought root canal forceps, it would be very difficult to destroy the school's public property. Serious thing."

Ikeda really hates himself, and he knows it's pointless to talk nonsense, the truth is that even if he is determined to do something, he will easily give up because of any small accident. .

"Am I really just a piece of shit... I deserve to be called a wet mosquito coil..." Ikeda began to torture himself in his heart. Opportunity to find a glimmer of hope.

"That's it!" Ikeda's eyes widened suddenly. Hope really appeared. In his miserable life, there will be unexpected good luck.

The closer I got, the more clearly Ikeda could see it. There was a window in the corridor on the first floor that was not closed properly, leaving a small gap. It was not very obvious at first glance, but when I turned around, I found it. .

He came to the window and took a deep breath. The cold air of the cold night rushed into his head. He stretched out his hand and opened the window. After a few seconds, he successfully climbed into the corridor.

Ikeda couldn't contain the excitement in his heart, and his whole body was shaking. The words of the day before a few hours ago were still in his ears: "Sneak into Matsuo's office at midnight and take out any of his things, I will allow it. You read Miura's book."

Although I don't know why the other party made such a request, and I don't know why the other party knew Matsuo and Miura, but there are those kind of bizarre books that are filled with people's voices. .

Until he stood in front of the teacher's office, Ikeda's heart could not be said to be very firm. After all, he is Ikeda. The Ikeda who dared not fight back when he was beaten, even he himself couldn't believe it at this moment. He was doing such an outrageous thing, but this experience he had never tasted made him feel an unprecedented stimulation. I am afraid that his adrenaline was too much at this moment, and the hand that stretched out to pull the door was shaking very much.

The door opened, and under the clear moonlight, the first thing that entered Ikeda's sight was a pair of feet.

A pair of feet off the ground, the toes of both feet turned inward, staggeringly suspended in the air.

Ikeda felt his heart stop beating, his eyes moved up instinctively, and soon he saw Matsuo's face.

The eyeballs of both eyes bulged, the tongue half sticks out, and the complexion is purple-black, which is obviously dead.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" He vomited, but in the end, he covered his mouth tightly with both hands, choking back both the shouting and the acid in his stomach.

He couldn't shout, because he couldn't explain why he came to the school in the middle of the night after recruiting the security guard; he couldn't vomit, because it would leave obvious traces on the scene.

Ikeda himself does not know why he has such a clear and reasonable idea in his mind, and such a calm judgment emerges in such a terrifying environment. Is it possible that he is cruel by nature, or insensitive to death?

He couldn't help thinking too much. The question that needs to be pondered in front of him is, what should he do next?

"Judging from this situation, Matsuo 80% committed suicide, but if you call the police and sneak into the school at midnight, there is no way to tell. Even if the investigation finally proves that Matsuo's death has nothing to do with me, the school will definitely Fire me." Ikeda weighed it, slapped his thigh a few times, and stood up with reluctance. Although the legs are still a little soft, at least the pain has brought back some consciousness and I can walk.

Ikeda walked into the faculty's office~IndoMTL.com~ looking away from Matsuo's terrifying face. He hurried around the hanging corpse, grabbed a quick pen from the pen holder on Matsuo's desk, and ran off without looking back.

Rushing all the way from the third floor to the first floor, Ikeda came to the window where he had turned in. Just as he was about to step out, he suddenly noticed something when he lowered his head. There were two different footprints on the windowsill. !

It was backlit when he came in just now, and his shadow covered the window edge and didn't notice it, but now in the white moonlight, this discovery made him horrified. There are two shoe prints on the window sill, and the toes are all facing the corridor side, and one of the shoe prints is obviously larger than the other. The smaller shoe print is probably your own, but what about the larger one?

At this time, his thinking was surprisingly quick, and Ikeda quickly had the answer. The larger footprints should have been left by Matsuo. Because at 7 or 8 o'clock in the evening, the security guards will patrol each room of the teaching building and the gymnasium before going to bed, and then lock the door after confirming that there is nothing abnormal. So Matsuo couldn't have committed suicide before that, he must have sneaked into the school after 8 o'clock and then died, which also explains why there are only footprints in the corridor, but not back.

After realizing this, there was nothing to be afraid of. Ikeda turned to the side outside the window and carefully wiped off his footprints as he entered and exited, even erasing the fingerprints on the edge of the window, while Matsuo The footprints he did not touch.

Ikeda, conscious of leaving no trace, tucked his hands in his cuffs and carefully pulled up the window to return to the state he was in when he came. Then, he quickly escaped from the campus and ran wildly on his way home.

At the same time, in the dark corridor of the teaching building, a figure was standing silently, watching Ikeda's leaving back.