Chapter 60: Is Tokun High School Some Kind of Gang Hideout?

Yuki Asahi rather liked chewing on sweets.

Chocolate was one of them.

That blade happened to slide perfectly along the gap between his teeth, cutting from his gum to the roof of his mouth and leaving a bloody gash.

How did this happen.

It didn’t really hurt that much, but he could clearly feel the blood flowing from the wound, unstoppable.

A bit scary.

“Let me see.”

Cool fingers touched Yuki Asahi’s forehead, lifting his chin.

The hand covering his mouth was gently moved away.

Jiang Jian Yue pinched his jaw, forcing him to open his mouth.

This posture gave Yuki Asahi a fleeting illusion of sitting in a dentist’s chair.

Even though Senior Jiang Jian’s hands were cold, a warm feeling rose in Yuki Asahi’s heart—Senior Jiang Jian still cared about him after all.

“It’s nothing.”

Jiang Jian Yue breathed a sigh of relief, her taut nerves relaxing a little.

With Yuki Asahi’s recovery constitution, this kind of wound was nothing at all.

Kaori Onishi glanced around, her eyes passing over her textbook, then instinctively grabbed a rag from the edge of the podium, ready to wipe the blood off Yuki Asahi’s face.

“Are you stupid?”

Jiang Jian Yue scolded with slight exasperation, quickly stopping her.

“It’s not washed!”

“Eh, eh, eh, right!”

Kaori Onishi snapped out of her daze, regretfully patting her foggy head.

Then she ran out of the clubroom.

How did such an idiot become Class President.

Yuki Asahi pressed his tongue against the wound to stop the bleeding, his voice muffled.

“Senior Jiang Jian, there’s blood on your hand.”

Jiang Jian Yue simply shook her head slightly.

“Be more careful next time.”

She said, slipping into an adult’s lecturing tone.

Her gaze fell on the half-chewed Ferrero Rocher on the table.

She picked up another, pinched it hard.

Inside the broken chocolate, as expected, was another blade gleaming coldly.

Heh…these students are really vicious.

Kaori Onishi hurried back with a dripping wet rag, slapping it onto Yuki Asahi’s face and kneading it messily, like she was kneading dough.

Did he have a grudge against you?

Jiang Jian Yue glanced sideways at the two kids, her lips twitching.

Realizing her mistake, Kaori Onishi hurriedly stammered an apology.

“I-I’ll do it myself!”

Yuki Asahi quickly pulled off the wet rag, efficiently wiping the blood off his face and hands, then cleaning the dirty front of his uniform and the table.

Poor Yuki Asahi, his school uniform was dirty again.

“Sorry, I almost dragged you both into this.”

“This kind of thing doesn’t need an apology!”

Kaori Onishi waved her hand, looking at the Ferrero Rocher on the table, her teeth clenched.

“So hateful, just who did this!”

The black-bellied little sun actually got angry for once.

Yuki Asahi sat with his mouth open, cold air blowing on the quickly healing wound, making it tingly and numb.

“Let’s check the monitor!”

Kaori Onishi pointed outside the door, suggesting to the two of them.

Yuki Asahi and Jiang Jian Yue instinctively exchanged glances, their gazes brushing past each other in the air, then drifting apart.

This plot feels familiar.

Yuki Asahi shook his head.

“There’s only a monitor at the stairway. Our classroom isn’t by the stairway, so it’s useless even if you look.”

He was very clear about this.

“Eh? There’s no monitor in the corridor at our school?”

Kaori Onishi looked stunned, as if hearing some strange news—she’d never cared about this issue before.

“Is there anyone you remember who might have put a blade in there?”

Jiang Jian Yue flipped her phone screen toward Yuki Asahi.

The Memo Interface, long absent, made Yuki Asahi feel a bit nostalgic.

After reading the message, he tried his best to remember, but in the end shook his head.

“I don’t know.”

Bang—

Kaori Onishi suddenly slammed the table with her fist, her eyes squinting in frustration.

“Damn it! Are we just going to let the culprit get away with it!”

Why are you suddenly quoting lines from a hot-blooded detective drama!

As everyone knows, Jiang Jian Yue isn’t good at using her brain, nor does she have any good ideas.

Her method was simple and crude—let Yuki Asahi activate his Chantui ability and ask people one by one.

Whoever’s emotions felt off, that was the culprit!

A human lie detector.

Is Tokiwagi High School some kind of criminal den?

First, there was a bullying dog, and now someone out to take a life.

And the unlucky one is always Yuki Asahi.

Should I say, as expected of the protagonist?

“Ugh, what should we do?”

Kaori Onishi flopped onto the table, troubled.

Suddenly, she seemed to remember something.

“That’s right! Let’s get someone from the Detective Club. They’re on the same floor…isn’t Yuma Endou from our class really smart?”

As Class President, her social circle obviously went beyond just the Supernatural Club.

She was familiar with most classmates—though Yuki Asahi was previously outside that majority.

In no time, Kaori Onishi dragged in a boy with navy hair and glasses from outside.

Judging by the thickness, these weren’t fake lenses like Kaori Onishi’s.

“President Onishi, if it’s just something ordinary, I’ll be heading back.”

Yuma Endou pushed up his glasses, his amber eyes swiftly scanning the room.

Ferrero Rocher, blade, the wiped blood on Yuki Asahi’s uniform—all easily connecting the scene that just occurred.

Yuma Endou’s expression turned serious.

“For something this serious, you should tell the Teacher first, shouldn’t you?”

He approached the table, leaned in to inspect a Ferrero Rocher, then used his nail to gently peel it open.

“The person who hid the blade is most likely female.”

The three of them looked confused—how did he tell?

Yuma Endou’s next words left them speechless.

“It could also be male.”

Isn’t that just nonsense!

Yuma Endou gently twisted the Ferrero Rocher in his palm.

The chocolate shell broke neatly, splitting into two clean halves.

The hazelnut inside had vanished, replaced by a blade.

He pinched the blade, examined it, then tossed it on the table.

Next, he licked the cut surface, nodded, and asked the three.

“Do all the Ferrero Rocher have blades inside?”

“I don’t know. All the ones we’ve opened so far do.”

Yuki Asahi answered honestly.

“Hmm…the culprit’s Cooking Class grades are good, and they often make desserts at home, with lots of baking supplies.”

“In this kind of case, it’s more likely to be a girl, which is why I said ‘most likely’.”

Yuma Endou explained.

“To put a blade in every Ferrero Rocher out of hatred, but then use edible glue to stick them together. There are plenty of odorless glues out there, so if the culprit didn’t care about the target’s health, why use edible glue?”

“The answer is simple—it’s a habit. There’s no need to buy it, since they already have enough at home for baking…that’s the basis of my deduction.”

“The culprit’s behavior is obsessive. It’s highly likely they’ll target Yuki-kun again. I recommend reporting to the Teacher as soon as possible or contacting the police.”

Kaori Onishi asked with a look of surprise and suspicion.

“How do you know Yuki-kun is the target?”

A faint smile appeared on Yuma Endou’s face.

“That’s a secret I don’t share.”

Hiss…this guy really knows how to act cool.