NOVEL NEXT Chapter 75
Chapter 75 .Yuki Saki
The school history area, as its name suggests, is a place to record all the major events or news since the establishment of Sucha High School.
For example, on a certain day, a certain year, and a certain day, Sucha High School went to news reports in Iwate Prefecture.
But in fact, this school history district does more than record these.
In order to expand the school history area of the library, private high schools like Xucha High School that have not been established for a long time generally have class photos or class roster records.
And that is also one of the purposes of this trip to Beichuan Temple.
The bookshelves on the second floor are close to the circular wall, neatly arranged in an arc, and benches and tables are placed outside the bookshelves for students to access and borrow on the spot. Although some bookshelves have fallen down, in general, they will not affect the exploration of Beichuan Temple.
Beichuan Temple carried a flashlight and glanced at it jumping.
The historical classification of the school in Suka High School is clear. It seems that the school leaders also paid attention to this aspect at the time. But who could have imagined that a fire would destroy everything in Suka High School with a single murderer.
A freshman private high school of more than 20 years could not experience such a devastation. Under the scolding, the whole school was closed down in a desperate manner.
I heard that the principal hanged himself afterwards, but that also had nothing to do with the purpose of Beichuan Temple.
History of Shicha High School’s establishment, history of Shicha High School activities, Shicha High School
Beichuan Temple glanced at this bookshelf and then withdrew his gaze.
Most of the books on this shelf were about Xucha High School, which was completely inconsistent with what he was looking for.
Beichuan Temple turned around and walked to the second bookshelf.
The content on this bookshelf is not much different from the content on the first bookshelf, and it’s all about Xucha High School.
“The five bookshelves on display are all about things since the school was founded, but the album roster is not here.”
Beichuan Temple couldn’t help frowning.
Could it be that I was thinking wrong? Xucha High School does not collect the collective graduation or group photo albums of students at all?
and many more! Round walls?
All of the custom-made bookshelves at Xucha High School are square bookshelves. It is certainly impossible to arrange them in a dense and neat arc shape. There will inevitably be some gaps or hidden corners that are difficult to find.
Beichuan Temple’s heart jumped and walked to the bookshelf.
There is a corner hidden in these five bookshelves. The gloomy environment and the arrangement of the tables and chairs make it impossible for ordinary people to see it unless they look at it.
Beichuan Temple moved the bookshelf away, revealing a corner.
The first group photo book of level 80 and level 83, level 84 to level 87 group photo book of level 88 and level 91 group photo book
A bookshelf hides three photo albums and their matching roster.
It is a detailed record of the student’s achievement in winning a certain painting award, or the student’s achievements in fighting for justice.
“It turns out that these rosters and photo albums were originally used to fill the vacant bookshelves, so they are hidden in this place.” Beichuan Temple glanced at the densely packed words on it, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.
Thick dust fell on the corners, and the small corners that were originally exposed were also hidden.
Maybe the students of Suka High School didn’t care about this kind of corner ten years ago.
Beichuan Temple quickly found the photo album and roster of the 09 graduates.
However, due to the fact that the school was closed before graduation, there are not many photos on it, and there are few records on the roster.
But this is also a kind of clue.
As soon as Beichuan Temple took the photo album and the roster into his arms, he felt an itchy scalp.
It turned out that Poor Nishikujo didn’t know when he climbed onto his head.
Looking from a distance, it was like a big bag swollen on Beichuan Temple’s head.
“Poor.” Beichuan Temple hugged the roster and photo album in one hand, and with a blank expression took down the pitiful Nishikujo, who was flaunting his majesty on his head: “Don’t be fooling around.”
But under the gaze of Beichuan Temple, Nishikujo writhed pitifully, while his little hand was still struggling to point to the lending room on the right side of the first floor.
“You mean there is something on the first floor?” Beichuan Temple asked in a deep voice.
The puppet’s head pressed hard.
Beichuan Temple pulled the temples hanging from the front of his forehead a little, put Poor Nishikujo on his shoulder again, and then walked down.
After bypassing the fallen bookshelves, Beichuan Temple strode to the right borrowing room of the poor reminder of Nishikujo.
In the borrowing room, there are small bookstores, as well as uniform standard tables and chairs.
But what attracted the attention of Beichuan Temple the most was the semi-imaginary girl who exuded a pale white light.
The girl is wearing a uniform, holding a collection of essays in her hand, and humming a song that is soft and gentle with a kind of nursery rhyme in her mouth:
“The white rabbit in September took the rice cake and left.”
“The black rabbit of September takes you away.”
“The September cherry blossoms are blowing in the wind.”
“The corpse is dancing under the cherry tree.”
“Ah, sing the song of Kamijuku, will he be hidden in the school, right?”
“Hid he hide him from the gods who is still in school?”
“Will him”
The singing stopped abruptly.
The uniform girl turned her head abruptly.
The black eyes were just looking at Beichuan Temple.
Those eyes were as black as ink, like shining obsidian.
If there are white eyes, it may be a pair of nice eyes.
Beichuan Temple frowned, expressionless, and his voice was cold and authentic:
“The cherry blossoms bloom in March.”
His stern response made the unknown girl’s breath stagnate, and the ghost girl was amused:
“Hey? Do you only have this idea after seeing me?”
Beichuan Temple did not reply.
This unknown girl is somewhere between the good spirit and the resentful spirit, and like Mika Nishikujo, is not a big threat to him.
“You are the first time in ten years to enter the Shicha Library, so I wanted to make fun of you. It shouldn’t scare you?” The girl asked with a slight smile.
“” Beichuan Temple.
Beichuan Temple did not answer her question, just stared at each other calmly.
He was thinking about whether or not to turn the girl in front of him into his own skill points.
She seemed to sense the eagerness in Beichuan Temple’s eyes, and the girl trembled, as if she was planning to leave immediately.
Her delicate little face was full of ghostly eyes.
what happened?
Beichuan Temple subconsciously looked behind, and it was strange that there was no ghost.
Why did this female ghost see the ghost expression on her face?
Beichuan Temple was silent for a while before asking:
“Which class are you in?”
The girl trembled again, her voice squatted: “You, why are you asking this?”
Beichuan Temple’s voice was so cold that she felt that the other party would take out some kind of sharp weapon and cut it at her neck in the next second.
Beichuan Temple no longer spoke, he just took out the saber and dagger blankly, and lingered on it with a calm tone:
“I just want to help.”
“”Ghost girl.
Looking at the dagger glowing with cold and the stiff expression of Beichuan Temple, she swallowed:
“I’m a student of grade 09, and my name is Sakura Yuki.”