Watanabe Miu crouched in the cabinet.

Wardrobe.

A small, musty wardrobe.

No light.

When I was young, if I was beaten by my father or bullied outside, Watanabe Miku always liked to hide in the cabinet and cry secretly, because this way I would not be discovered by my father.

If his father finds out that he is crying, he will be beaten for the second time, third time,... and the attack will get heavier and heavier. Once, Watanabe Miyu was even sent to the hospital!

Because my father always said that only women wiped tears, he had given birth to a ゲススたず,アマ

So every time he wants to cry, he always hides in the cabinet and cries secretly.

Because in this way, you will not be heard by your father, nor will you be beaten and scolded by your father.

Moreover, the dark and small wardrobe always gives him an incomparable sense of security, which can calm his fearful heart and tremble all over.

He likes the musty smell in the cabinet and the walls of the cabinet that make people unable to stretch their legs.

He was relieved when he asked about the familiar smell.

He is very panicked now. Since he was asked by the school and made a pen, he has been extremely panicked!

No, it should be in the two seats in the classroom. He started to panic until after class.

Last night, he looked at the five-inch nails on the table, and felt resentful in his heart, and took advantage of his drunkenness to sneak into the woods in the suburbs where no one was in the distance.

He will have done something like a curse.

It just never worked, but it left behind some people's hair or objects that were close to each other.

He tied his hair to the straw man with a familiarity. He began to hammer the nail in front of him. In a trance, he seemed to see red light coming from the nail, as if he saw blood left on the grass man.

But when the last hammer fell, it returned to its original state and nothing seemed to have happened.

Watanabe Miju just felt that he was in a trance.

After venting his anger in the forest in the suburbs, his heart finally calmed down a little, and his arms were sore. I thought my father should have come, so he hurried back home.

After returning home, my father woke up from alcohol. For no reason, Watanabe Mie was beaten and scolded again.

In the pain, Watanabe Mikuo also threw away the previous incident and fell asleep with difficulty.

Until the next day I went to school.

When I saw the empty seats, what Watanabe had forgotten was slowly awakened again.

In the subsequent class, Watanabe Mie spent the suspicion of being surprised. Why didn’t the two come to school?

Could it be that the curse of last night really...?

It is impossible, even though he is not old, he has read a lot of books. These curses are just used to fool people and have no use at all. Moreover, he has tried it before!

As it turns out, the curse is completely useless!

If it is really useful, I don’t know how many people will die in Sakura Country.

But why didn't the two come to school today?

If one person didn't come, there would be an explanation, but neither of them came, were they still the ones he cursed last night?

His brain was filled with doubts, and Watanabe Miku even held on to ask the teacher. The teacher said that the two of them were not feeling well and asked for leave at home.

But Watanabe Mijiu is deeply suspicious of this.

Until the police department came, although the police department did not clearly point out anything, after inquiring, Watanabe Mijiu could still guess something.

Something really happened to both of them!

This is also why Watanabe Mijiu was so frightened when he was taking notes.

He had met two people yesterday, and even beaten up by them. He was teased after school at night, and then his curse was made at night.

Then something happened.

The two are together.

All the questions pointed to the nails in his hand.

Watanabe Miku looked at the five-inch nails tightly in his hand. The nail body seemed to have a bright blood light in the darkness, and the cold touch of the nail body was clearly conveyed to his brain.

Looking at the five-inch nails in his hand, Watanabe Miku's arms were trembling and his teeth were trembling.

He was scared.

When he was inquiring about him during the school patrol, he was scared, especially when he noticed that the patrol seemed to have noticed something, he was even more scared.

When he came home from school and heard that there was a patrol and investigation nearby, the fear in his heart had already rushed out of his body.

He ran back home.

The first thing he did when he went home was to throw away the five-inch nails and throw out the horror in his hand, the farther away from him, the better!

He is a very timid person.

He is a very cowardly person.

But when he was about to throw away the five-inch nails, he hesitated.

The person who bullies him died and no one will bully him again. Why is he afraid of the five-inch nail in his hand? Why does he throw it away?

If the five-inch nail is thrown away and if someone bullies him again, what should I do?

With the five-inch nails, he doesn't have to be bullied.

Without the five-inch nails, he will be bullied forever.

The simple logic was quickly entangled in my mind. Watanabe Miku hesitated and finally hid in the wardrobe with the five-inch nail in his hand.

He doesn't want to throw it away.

But also scared.

He didn't know what to do.

With a loud bang, the wooden door of the wardrobe was opened, and the light suddenly illuminated the narrow cabinet, revealing Watanabe Mijiu's horror and helpless eyes.

He grabbed Watanabe Miku's neck with a big hand and dragged the person out roughly.

The smell of wine was so sick.

The one who dragged him out was his father, who had not yet sobered up.

There were two people standing beside his father, one of which he had seen, and it was during the day when he was asking about his patrol at school.

After seeing the inspection, Watanabe Miku's pupils suddenly shrank and he quickly stuffed the five-inch nails into his sleeve.

My body rolled and I was kicked by my father.

Fortunately, I was stopped by the patrol, otherwise I would have been beaten and scolded again.

The inspection said that nothing big happened, but something small happened in the school. I wanted to find Watanabe Wujiu to learn about some of the situation.

Hearing that it had nothing to do with Watanabe Miku, the drunk father continued to go back to the room in a daze and fell asleep.

Only Watanabe Mijiu and two patrolmen were left in the room.

Fujiwara Ono looked at Watanabe Miyu's frightened look, a gleam flashed in his eyes, coughed, and asked as softly as possible.

But Fujiwara Ono's voice fell into Watanabe Miku's ears, and it exploded like thunder. As for what Fujiwara Ono asked, Watanabe Miku didn't hear clearly.

Just a dazed look.

He lowered his head, pursed his lips, and said nothing.

Looking at Watanabe Miju's condition, Fujiwara Ono frowned, and the questioning sounded a little heavier, making himself appear harsh.

Watanabe Miku clenched his fists, his face lowered his head and turned pale, trying to suppress his fear.

Still not saying a word!

After wasting more than an hour like this, Watanabe Mijiu didn't say a word. Fujiwara Ono was already dry and his face was extremely irritable.

Even the patrols around me became irritated.

Looking at Watanabe Miku's condition, Fujiwara Ono was sure that there was definitely something wrong with this Watanabe Miku and he definitely knew what he knew!

But no matter how he asked, Watanabe Mijiu didn't say a word!

His face was low. Fujiwara Ono didn't want to waste his time anymore, so he got up and left Watanabe's house with patrol, preparing to return to the police station to apply for a transfer order.

Hearing the door clattered, Watanabe Mijiu raised his pale face.

The eyes flashed under the bangs.
Chapter completed!