Almost the entire class perished in that great fire.
And prior to this fire, classmates like Sekai Saionji and Setsuna Kiyoura had also encountered a series of accidents, leading to their unexpected deaths.
Only Makoto Ito had taken leave at the time, leading to his survival.
It fits the pattern of the "Class 3" ghost story perfectly.
There is nothing more to say.
Ninety-nine percent of the time, it's this guy.
Since it is the start of the school term, he has had no interaction with Kotonoha Katsura yet.
Furthermore, Sekai Saionji, whom Makoto Ito liked, and Setsuna Kiyoura were both attending school, so what the hell was he taking leave for?
The reality is likely that Class 3 was wiped out, with absolutely no survivors.
Eleven years later, this dead man, Makoto Ito, crawled out and returned to Class 3.
"I didn't expect results to come so quickly. The rest is just to go and confirm it."
...
Outside the school, under the shade of the trees.
Dead silence.
After a long time.
The young police officer tremblingly lit a cigarette: "Se... Senior, is that... is that real?"
Wataru Takagi couldn't hold back his expression either. His face said, 'How the hell should I know? I've never seen that before either!'
What was that?
What the hell was that actually?
A little trick concocted from nitre, camphor, sulfur, and potassium chlorate, coated on fingernails, can produce a fire dragon that fills a corridor?
I haven't read many books; don't you lie to me!
Fine, fine, even if that's possible, okay.
You tell me, what was up with the appearance of that giant dragon, lifelike down to the finest detail?
That student just now definitely reacted to hearing a roar, right?
The skin on that boy's face with the center-parted hair was rippled by the roar.
That completely isn't something science can explain.
And that power...
Wataru Takagi imagined someone firing off one of those inside their Metropolitan Police Department and immediately shuddered.
"..."
The young officer swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Senior, c... could it be that Magecraft really exists? I mean the kind of Magecraft that person spoke of..."
Wataru Takagi did not speak.
It was too chaotic.
His worldview was fighting a war.
After a long time.
He took a deep breath: "Report it."
Although eighty percent chance he would be scolded, told to get lost, told to watch less otaku culture, or told to see a doctor.
Suspected that the ghost stories had driven him mad.
After all, if not seen with one's own eyes, eighty percent of people would suspect it was an AI video...
...
"What, you really found him?"
The most prosperous city center of Tokyo.
The rooftop of the Shinomiya Building.
A bald man wearing an old-fashioned kimono, with a rather solemn and stern face, frowned slightly.
"Who is he referring to? Are you sure it isn't one of those tricks?"
Oko Shinomiya's eyes were gloomy.
To tell a joke: the Shinomiya Group, one of the pillars of Japan, was teetering and could disintegrate at any moment.
Unexpected, right?
He didn't expect it either.
No wonder that dead old man told him to try taking over the Shinomiya family; it turns out it was nearly played to ruin by you, wasn't it?
Now, everyone he looked at seemed out to harm their Shinomiya family.
What if that exorcist was bribed and picked someone difficult to deal with, claiming they were the deceased?
Besides, he didn't actually believe much in this urban legend.
On the other end of the phone.
The subordinate seemed to sense his meaning and spoke with fear and trepidation: "He's just an ordinary teacher. I checked; he has some relation to the Zayoshi family, which has very chaotic relationships. He should be one of Tomaru Zayoshi's sons."
"Tomaru Zayoshi?"
Oko Shinomiya revealed a look of disgust, looking as sickened as if he had eaten a fly.
It wasn't that the Zayoshi family was powerful; they were just small fries with a market value of ten billion yen.
Their fame was purely because they were disgusting enough.
Ordinary conglomerates had messy families too, but to reach his level of messiness—it made those who heard about it wish they could cut off their ears.
God knows how many sons and grandsons such a person has.
"Fine then. Notify them; have that teacher on leave arrive at the school within half an hour."
After giving the instruction, just as Oko Shinomiya was about to hang up, he noticed the subordinate hesitating and stammering, causing his brow to furrow immediately.
"Is there something else to report?"
"Family Head, that... that Onmyoji seems to be the real deal!!!"
...
Half an hour later.
"Didn't class end? What are they calling me to school for at this time?"
A young man who was tall, thin, handsome, and looked very honest stepped into the school gate.
He was very timid. After two students died in succession, he couldn't handle it and took leave to go home.
"It should be an accident. I haven't heard of anything happening from the time I took leave until now."
Looking around as he walked, Makoto Ito muttered in a low voice.
Speaking of which, after taking leave, he lost contact with those two female students, and he didn't know if they were still at school.
Japan is polarized in this regard.
In 2021, Japan's "Basic Survey on Birth Trends" shocked the world.
The survey results showed that among single women aged 18 to 34, the proportion of virgins reached 44.7%.
It simply overturned the inherent thinking about Japan.
But similarly, the part of Japan that is open is extremely open. There are quite a few who wear heavy makeup and mess around everywhere starting from elementary school.
Including some children of conglomerates who are much the same; there are even those who run off to film adult videos.
Makoto Ito was handsome, after all, and a teacher, so naturally, he didn't lack people willing to play with him.
And he also played wildly, refusing no one; anyone would do, and he kept them secret from each other.
Under normal circumstances, he would probably be 'hatcheted' before long...
"Beep... No answer?"
Just as Makoto Ito put down his phone with regret, two shadows rose from behind him, making him feel as if the sky itself had darkened.
Before he could even react, a large palm had already covered his mouth. His weight of one hundred and twenty catties was lifted as easily as a feather and thrown into a car.
Immediately after, two burly men in black suits stepped on the gas, driving into the school storage room.
...
"Hello, Mr. Roser!"
Just as he arrived.
Roser saw the middle-aged butler who had sought him out waiting with two men in black suits.
His greying hair was combed meticulously, and his back was straight; one look and you could tell he was an elite from a big shot's family.
The middle-aged butler, hiding his arrogance, bowed respectfully: "Makoto Ito is right inside."
When he came to his office before, this butler seemed polite, but his tone allowed no refusal.
To put it bluntly, he didn't consider Roser to be anyone of importance.
But now...
Looking at the butler with his lowered head, Roser felt as if he had eaten a stick of long-lasting gum...
Refreshing!!
This was naturally the influence of that fire dragon blast at the school; eighty percent chance they had been monitoring the classroom the whole time.
Tsk~~
"Got it. Take me to see him!"
Roser didn't mind and followed him to the warehouse.
Sure enough, there was a rolling caterpillar in a burlap sack.
Not particularly curious about what the original version of one of the 'Four Great Scumbags of the 2D World' looked like, Roser reached out and placed his hand directly on him.
Instantly.
As he sensed that line connecting to an infinite depth, to some existence in the unseen realm...
Roser felt his brain sink heavily. An indescribable, terrifying appetite surged out uncontrollably, and his eyes instantly turned scarlet.
All emotions turned into the most instinctual desire to devour, turning into greed from the deepest part of his self.
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