SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

2.

“Look! Over there..."

“Well, what do we do? Should I call a teacher?”

Students gathered on the playground and pointed to the rooftop.

“What are you going to do with him? ”

“I don't know. Maybe it's falling... ”

On the rooftop was one student.

“What do we do?”

“Crazy! Somebody call a teacher! ”

“There! There! ”

Students who were wearing soccer balls. Students walking. Students going a little late. There were children scattered all over the calibration. It was instinctive. The students felt that something they couldn't handle was happening on their own.

"Oops……!"

Some people chose to act quickly instead of gathering without action.

“Not good. Call 911. Name the school and tell them you have a student coming off the roof. Come on! I'm going up to the roof and I'm going to convince him! ”

Raviel didn't send anyone to call his teacher. Instead of looking for a human to take responsibility for him, I responded urgently to the situation for an hour. Raviel rushed to the headquarters of the school without waiting for my answer.

“Ah…. ”

Seeing Raviel's back, my frozen body loosened as well. Yes. No matter what, there's no time to hesitate. I hurried to dial my phone. No. 1. No. 1....

Pussy!

If something is missing from the calibration, press 9. At first, I thought the student was committed. However, the sound was too trivial for the human body to fall. That was the sound of a rooftop student throwing down his cell phone.

"......."

I pressed dial 9 and looked up at the roof.

My eyes met.

It was a face I saw in class. A child who sat at the back window and quietly practiced alone. But I felt like I was looking at her face for the first time at this moment.

His eyes were black.

Her cheeks were white.

"------."

The child raises his mouth and laughs.

The child's lips moved slowly. Silence. The distant voice was read in my eyes by the movement of my lips. It was a terminal for two syllables that I had no choice but to recognize.

[Die.]

And...

A little finger like a rake put a fence on the roof. I let him go.

The wind.

a person,

"■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■!!"

The students screamed. The world grew noisy. “Me!” Someone was moaning seizures. “Aaaah!” Someone grabbed someone's sleeve and trembled.

“Teacher! Sun!” ”Fuck," ”Hit! ”

In an instant.

School was no longer a school. Everything's broken. The playground was a barren desert. The main building was just a shitty prison.

The classroom was a slaughterhouse for the animals, or a slaughterhouse for the animals. The beasts were always hungry for food. What would be a human corpse in a slaughtered and raised world?

Red.

A man is dead.

"......."

I suddenly looked at the correction. The brick remains red. More red. Afraid of the red toes, the students stepped back. Some people took out their phones. Bang! The artificial sound echoes.

“Ah."

That sound moved my body.

“Don't take it. ”

I approached the students.

“What are you trying to do? Now, don't shoot! Don't do it!”

Students flinched, but they were gathering more and more. I left the soccer ball in the desert, left the flowers on the trail, turned my back on the trail, and more and more people gathered.

“Don't film it! ”

If you block one side and hold it upright, you pull the phone out from the other side.

“Don't do it! Fuck, no! ”

Unknown emotions flowed backwards through the esophagus. I felt like I was going to cry. Anger, contempt. In the main building of the school, on the first floor, on the second floor, on the third floor, on the fourth floor, on the fifth floor, students raised their heads and looked at this place. Numerous faces, myriad eyes.

I watched people.

“Don't, don't! ”

The sunset is red.

“Damn it."

Why?

“Come on, don't! ”

Hundreds of faces remain silent. Black Dragon Juju looks at this place on the first floor. Inquisitor Ethan shows his face on the third floor. The paladin and the Earl looked at the correction. The children of the House of Hell surrounded me. The Christians stood on the playground. Tick, tick, tick. They moved their fingers and took pictures.

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I killed you.

Don't forget.

You killed me.

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I looked up at the roof.

"......."

Raviel looks down at me.

“But, Duke. ”

Raviel's voice echoes through the red sky.

“Maybe you killed him. ”

The world is falling apart.

The sky is red.

The red paint fell and drenched the ground.

People have turned red, and my vision has turned red.

“-- you know, there was something really wrong with our school. ”

The principal said in the auditorium. The principal was facing the sword.

“But I trust our former students... ”

Red.

“He sent me that text. Isn't that crazy? ”

Students were chatting in the classroom. He was facing the Earl and the paladin.

“I see. When I look back, it was a bit strange from the beginning. ”

Red.

“I heard there's a lot of people messing with it. Don't worry about it. Things you can't even talk about in front of you are making a fuss with your fingers. Eww. Those guys need to cut off all their fingers. ”

My father drank whiskey at home. It was the look and laughter of the messenger.

“Yeah, man. It's like hitting someone in life. What, did he just sit there and die? Isn't that a total irrigation? Call the Four Thousand Kings! Let's go play a game together! ”

My brother wrapped his arm around my shoulder. Salt said cheerfully.

Red.

“Yes, I'm very sad, too. Sadly.”

The class teacher said on the stage. The class was facing the serpent.

“This is a very important time for you. Time flies when you're in third grade. The battle is practically second grade. Think carefully about what is important to you. ”

The students opened their mouths. Everyone replied in unison.

“Yes, sir. ”

The captain hesitates without a word.

The leader looks at the Black Dragonist.

White flowers were placed on his desk. One, two, three days. In less than a week, the desk disappeared somewhere. I didn't know who cleaned it up.

No student asked me who cleaned it up.

I did not enter the new desk in the back window.

"......."

The wind blows.

The curtain's blown.

There was no one where the wind blew.

[Repeat trauma.]

And...

[Penalty depth is the prize.]

[Animal Skill (30044; )]

Ding,

East,

Ding,

East.

The bitch's tune rang.

It was a sound masked noise. It was an electronic sound mimicking natural sound. To hide the fact that he was just a replica, the melody became more and more lively.

- For the rest of the students in the school, the broadcasting department will notify you.

Counterfeit.

-Except students who will attend night school autonomy. Again, the broadcasting department has notified you.

Things that have failed.

- In recent years, after school hours, remaining students have been seen in the school. For the rest of the students in the school, I hope you didn't apply for night school.

I feel my insides rumbling.

I opened my eyes.

“Sir, wake up! It's a diplomatic mission!”

"......."

“Hey, you're awake. ”

The Inquisitor frowned.

“But lying on your desk and sleeping is not good for you! It's bad for the back, and most of all, I can't sleep. It's the midterm..."

I didn't wait for the Inquisitor to finish speaking. I got up and ran out of the library. You hear the Inquisitor's voice behind your back.

“Ahjussi! No jumping in the hallway! ”

I bit my teeth running down the hall.

‘Got it.'

The question was solved.

This was definitely fatal, the trauma of Le Fanta Aikim.

It's just that my nightmare of her eyebrows is superimposed like a skin.

Same situation.

Same role.

However, not the characters that Le Fanta Aikim remembers, but the characters that I have seen in my life were decorated. So the Black Dragon Juju, the paladin and the Earl became students. The teacher and the messenger became parents.

And I...

‘I am the perpetrator. ’

I could smell it in my mouth.

‘The culprit of this incident is the role I've been given. ’

I've been through a lot of trauma up until now, but every time I've been an observer, There was always the feeling of a first-person observer. But maybe it's because the penalties have been increased as the rank goes up.

I was a party here.

Not just for me, but for everyone I remember.

Except for one person.

Damn it!

We're at the stairwell.

[Attitude #]

[Joyful life]

[Happy heart]

There was a funny tagline hanging on the stairs. Don't fuck with me. Seriously, don't fuck with me. I recited the curse in my heart and climbed the stairs to the roof.

There was only one person standing in this world.

‘Killer.'

He was a little boy. He grabs hold of an unopened iron door and pulls the student back and forth. Heave-ho! Heave-ho! The chain is hard enough to break.

“Hah... Keys……."

The student sighed and turned away. At that moment, our eyes met. The student paused for only a moment, but soon he bowed his head politely.

He bowed his head to me.

‘Why didn't you realize it in the first place? ’

When I realized that he was my classmate, I should have already realized that something was wrong. Of course not.

I mean, who in the world would say hello to the same class?

Something is wrong.

"......."

The student looked at me and walked quietly. When I tried to pass by, I called out to him.

“Wait a minute.”

“Yes?”

The student replied with respect as if it were natural. The child did not look straight at me, and carefully looked up at the van angle on his body.

I felt a rumble in my neck.

"...... Give me your phone. ”

"......."

“Please.”

The student simply handed over his cell phone. The silence was brief, but the silence was not a resistance to my demands for a cell phone. It was simply a question of my use of respect.

I opened a phone that didn't have a password.

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Unconfirmed messages: 47

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I opened the letters one by one.

I saw.

[I feel so bad for my kids that I have to call you my senior. You don't have a conscience?]

[Hey, fuck you!]

[Shock! There is a student who doesn't suck his uniform!?]

[■ ■... So dirty. It's dirtier than a mathematical gland.

It was good to see you in the hallway yesterday. That's for losing scissors! Please don't get me wrong.

[■ ■ Lives in garbage. Interiors and uniforms are all recycled. There is only one piece of waste that cannot be recycled.]

[You smell really bad. Seriously.]

[See you after class.]

Tak.

I covered my phone.

I couldn't read any more.

"......."

I closed my eyes and breathed. I breathed and barely calmed down. In this trauma, I had no dagger sack. There were no handkerchiefs given to me by Raviel. It took a lot of effort to calm my feelings.

“Why…”

I looked at [the past of the dead].

“Why are you coming to school with your phone? Don't just pick it up. ”

Then the student replied.

“... You said you'd kill me if I didn't. ”

A cold saliva flowed down my throat.

My head was dizzy.

“Well, then, throw it away. Throw it away. There's nothing you can do if you say you lost it. ”

“Here.”

The student.

A figure who would later be called gentle opened his lips.

“This is the phone you gave me. The one I used to... ”

"......."

“I don't have any money in my house... They're paying me for it. If the Duke says come out, come out right away. For that purpose. You said you'd kill me again if I lost it... ”

The building that became a monstrosity.

In this masquerade house that imitates friendship, love that imitates love, meaninglessness that imitates meaning, and pretends to be special and extraordinary, only evil.

“Can I really throw it away? ”

The malice was not the only fake.