San Francisco Boarding School
The next morning, Jiang Kexin woke up with a wave of regret. He realized he had made a mistake—not meeting Hansen the previous day. Now, the news of Hansen's death was like a thunderbolt. Jiang Kexin had suspected Hansen of being one of the murderers, but reality dealt him a heavy blow.
Hansen's death meant that the problems hidden in this copy were far more complicated than he had imagined, and now, his clues were broken.
Just as Jiang Kexin was lost in thought, sorting out her chaotic thoughts and the documents in her hands, the door of the dormitory was pushed open. A blond boy leaned against the door frame and knocked on the door lazily, showing a casual yet polite attitude. Jiang Kexin looked up and her eyes met Everton. Everton walked around Jiang Kexin with a playful smile, then sighed with pretended regret.
"Hansen was so careless that something like this happened in the boarding school. By the way, weren't you and Hansen good friends? Would you be sad about his death?"
Jiang Kexin's face showed no emotion. He continued to sort out the materials at hand in silence, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him. Seeing this, Everton spread his hands, sat down on the edge of the bed, and his eyes were fixed on Jiang Kexin.
Jiang Kexin felt an inexplicable sense of oppression, a feeling that reminded him of the strange gaze mentioned in the envelope. He turned around abruptly and met Everton's gaze. Everton saw that Jiang Kexin had finally responded, so he gave a meaningful smile, then stood up and prepared to leave. As he reached the door, he turned around and kindly reminded her, "Hansen's memorial service will be held in an hour. Teacher Xi asked me to inform you."
As the door closed gently, Jiang Kexin was left alone in the room.
Jiang Kexin no longer thought that the children here were all innocent and childlike. Although she didn't know what Hansen had done, he must have done something bad, and this bad thing led to his death.
The murderer might be here, or more precisely, in this school.
There is a high possibility that it was done by someone of the same age. Of course, this is just his guess.
Jiang Kexin didn't understand why a person who came back from the dead would die in such an unclear way, and why he came back from the dead. Jiang Kexin was very silent because the government did not tell him these things.
When the alarm clock pointed to ten o'clock, an hour had passed and the bells from the church rang, as if they were the bells of Satan.
Jiang Kexin stood up, pushed open the door, hid his note, and sorted out what he had to do: uncover the secret of the fire and understand those children.
Jiang Kexin had been thinking about these things until an idea suddenly flashed through his mind: Is it possible that these things are related to each other?
Yes, they were connected. These children were connected to the fire, not the fire and the school authorities, the adults. But he couldn't make such a hasty decision. Jiang Kexin was determined to find Hansen's killer. Once she found him and determined whether he was a child or an adult, everything would be clear.
So, there is one more urgent matter. Jiang Kexin suddenly thought, is there a specific time for the fire? If there is a time, it is equivalent to a deadline. So he thought carefully and finally remembered that the fire happened on August 9, and now it is August 2, which means there are still seven days. During these seven days, Hansen died, so what will happen next?
Jiang Kexin was thinking about it, and soon he came to the church. In the church, Teacher Xi was praying with her hands folded. She kept talking about how pitiful the child was. When he was found, his lower body was almost hollowed out. He was hung on the ceiling, upside down, with his legs facing down, his abdomen wide open. Because he had bled all night, the blood was almost dried up, and there were apples and snakes coiled underneath. Who could have done such a terrible thing? She kept looking at Hansen lying in the coffin with such pity, stroking him with her hands as if she was stroking a poor creature. He looked so sad.
But Jiang Kexin had a question in her mind: Why didn't she call the police? Why didn't she notify her parents? Is it really okay to just hold the funeral on her own?
His confusion was so obvious, and Jiang Kexin's confusion was obvious. At this time, a tall boy, Winston, smiled frivolously, and he seemed out of place in this serious and solemn atmosphere.
He seemed to be in a good mood, even contented. Jiang Kexin looked at him and suddenly thought of a sentence: "Criminals will return to the scene of their crimes to admire their 'masterpiece'." Winston gave people such a feeling now. Jiang Kexin couldn't help but look at him again until Winston spoke.
Winston's voice was flat, but with a hint of a smile in it: "Why? I understand your confusion. Why didn't his parents come to see him? Why was he placed in the coffin so casually? But that's how people are. Everyone will die. Besides, he was abandoned by his own parents, that's all. This is a very normal thing, absolutely normal."
After Winston finished speaking, he noticed that Jiang Kexin was still looking at him. He tutted and turned his head away: "Don't look at me like that, this is how it is. This is a very normal thing, just like eating and drinking water. Besides, there are dark secrets behind this matter that you don't know. Do you really understand your roommates and your friends?"
After Winston finished speaking, he seemed to feel a little bored and turned away. His suit was straight and his steps revealed a calmness. After he left, Jiang Kexin noticed the little boy who had been accompanying her. The little boy seemed to be smiling all the time, but now he seemed a little curious. He introduced himself: "I didn't have time to introduce myself before, brother. The kid next to you is too fierce. My name is Teddy, and my family likes me very much." Teddy has brown curly hair. He holds his face and looks very cute, giving people a carefree feeling.
Teddy continued, his voice carrying the innocence that only a child can muster: "Ah, brother, he's gone. Will you be sad? Will you cry? The kind that leaves tears. My family all cried when they lost my brothers and sisters. They cried horribly. I don't like them like that, but it must look pretty when my brother cries." Teddy tilted his head.
Jiang Kexin felt an indescribable discomfort. He took a step back, frowned, and watched the farce in front of him.
Miss Xi seemed to be putting on a harmonious show. She bent down and muttered something, as if blessing a child: "Bless you, poor child."
However, her attitude suddenly changed from gentle to indifferent. She untied the belt that had been tied around her waist, and hidden under the belt was a shriveled corpse - that was the principal's corpse.
Miss Xi's face hardened, and her words betrayed a cold truth: "While we mourn Hansen's death, in my opinion, this is the principal's revenge. He brought this upon himself. I was wondering why the rules had changed these days, and this is how it happened. He murdered the principal... Classmates, I know your circumstances. You were sent here knowing you were abandoned. You are the scum of society. Look at what your kind have done."
The children's ridicule and indifference became more apparent. Teddy's words, though innocent, also revealed a cruelty. This place was far more complicated than he had imagined. The always lovable children might actually be cruel monsters, and this place seemed to be quickly descending into chaos...
Jiang Kexin's senses seemed to be overwhelmed by the noise and chaos around him, and he felt that his heart was under tremendous pressure. The series of events he encountered in the past few days were like a heavy burden, pressing him to the point of breathlessness.
It seemed as if his heart had reached its limit and could no longer withstand any more shocks.
Under the onslaught of these emotions, Jiang Kexin crouched down in agony. His head ached, his vision blurred, his thoughts in disarray. He felt as if he had been sucked into an inescapable vortex. The sounds around him became distorted and unreal, like a demon whispering in his ear, full of temptation and mockery.
[Jiang Kexin's SanCheck: 92/51 Sorry, the sanity check you submitted this time failed. Please be more careful.
san=51-14=37...Procedure Check "Irregular Madness"
>Note: If you lose more than or equal to 1/5 of the total number of sans at one time, you will go crazy at irregular intervals.
Jiang Kexin's Inspiration test result: 1d100 = 96/60 "Failure"
[Inspiration failed. You're lucky you didn't go crazy in this instance.]
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