Tokyo: Magical Girl Shatters My Dream of Going Public

Chapter 113 Location of the Old School Building (3/5)

Yukimura, holding Kurokawa's tie, led him through the quiet corridor.

Kurokawa observed carefully along the way.

This school seems quite unusual, even among all-girls schools, as there isn't a single male student or even male staff.

There are only women's restrooms, no men's restrooms.

However, in the old school building over there, he saw a separate men's restroom.

He now roughly understands why Yukimura was so nervous.

However, just as he was looking around the toilet, Yukimura seemed to sense his gaze.

Her fingers tightened suddenly, so forcefully that Kurokawa almost choked.

He pulled hard again as they passed the locker room.

Kurokawa rolled his eyes while remaining invisible.

What does this woman take me for?

If I really wanted to go in and see, I did so this morning.

Fortunately, it was during class time.

The corridor was empty, and no one noticed Professor Yukimura's somewhat strange "alone walk".

Arrived at the door of the teachers' office.

Xuecun stopped and turned back, whispering, "Once you're inside, you absolutely, positively, mustn't say a word!"

Kurokawa's voice came softly from the air: "Mm."

Xuecun then took a deep breath and opened the office door.

There was only one teacher inside.

Wearing a dark blue tracksuit, with her hair tied in a high ponytail, a lollipop dangling from her mouth, she casually propped her feet up on the desk, her chair rocking back and forth.

When she saw Xuecun, she lazily raised her hand and waved.

"Yo, Yukimura-sensei~"

Good afternoon, Fujiwara-sensei.

Xuecun walked over, his tone returning to its usual calm.

"I'd like to borrow the key to the archives."

"The archives?"

Ms. Fujiwara raised an eyebrow and took the lollipop out of her mouth.

"What are you doing there?"

"Check the information."

Yukimura's answer was vague, and Fujiwara stared at her for two seconds without asking any further questions.

She bent down, rummaged through the drawer, pulled out a bunch of keys, took one off, and tossed it over.

"Here you are."

Xuecun caught it steadily.

"Thanks."

She turned to leave, but then suddenly remembered something and turned back.

"By the way, Fujiwara-sensei—do you know of any strange tales circulating at school?"

"A ghost story?"

Fujiwara repeated it, his expression somewhat amused.

She put the lollipop back in her mouth, her feet still on the table, and the chair started wobbling again.

"Why are you asking this? Why is the usually aloof and detached Yukimura-sensei suddenly interested in this kind of thing?"

Xuecun didn't reply, he just waited.

Fujiwara thought for a moment.

"If you're talking about the most famous of the school's 'Seven Wonders'—" she paused, "it's probably […]"

"Is it No-Face?"

Xuecun's eyes flickered slightly.

"No-Face?"

"uh-huh."

Fujiwara shifted to a more comfortable position.

"Legend has it that a faceless man appears at school at night. If you discover his secret," he will kidnap you—"

She deliberately lowered her voice to create a terrifying atmosphere.

"And then torture them to death or something."

After saying that, she laughed and shrugged.

"It's just rumors among the students. Our teachers patrol the school every night and have never noticed anything unusual."

She looked at Xuecun, her eyes filled with curiosity: "So why are you suddenly asking this?"

Xuecun looked away, appearing guilty: "—It's nothing, I just suddenly became interested."

His voice was flat, yet it carried a hint of unnaturalness.

Kurokawa sighed silently behind her.

This woman—she really doesn't seem to know how to lie.

Fujiwara stared at Yukimura for two seconds, but didn't delve into it further.

"Alright then, go check the files. Remember to lock the door."

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"it is good."

Xuecun nodded and quickly left the office.

The door closed.

She leaned against the corridor wall and let out a soft breath.

My palms are a little sweaty.

Kurokawa's voice rang in her ear, tinged with a hint of helplessness: "Your reaction just now practically screamed 'I have a problem' on your face."

Yukimura pursed his lips: "—Enough nonsense."

She gripped the key tightly and walked toward the archives, her fingers still clutching the invisible tie.

The archives room is located in the west corner of the teaching building. Few people come here, and the door lock is rusty.

It took Xuecun some effort to open it.

The room was filled with the smell of paper and dust.

The light was dim, with only a small window letting in the sparse afternoon light.

The bookshelves were neatly arranged and piled high with documents, archives, and meeting minutes from previous years.

Xuecun loosened his tie and walked to the bookshelf labeled "School History Records".

Kurokawa appeared behind her.

"Separate teams to search," he said. "The focus is on the renovation records from about thirty years ago."

Li understood.

The two began to flip through the pages.

Dust particles danced in the beam of light.

Time passes little by little.

The only sound was the rustling of turning pages.

Sudden-

Xuecun's hand stopped on a thick, hardcover file.

The cover reads "Record of the Comprehensive Reconstruction Project of School Buildings in Heisei 5".

Heisei 5 years.

It was exactly thirty years ago.

"Found it, it's here!"

She opened the booklet, which contained yellowed design drawings, construction logs, and acceptance reports.

Kurokawa walked to her side and looked down at her.

The two looked closely, and their breath caught in their throats at the same time.

The blueprints clearly marked the three-story building on the back hill that they considered the "old school building" —

It's not a new teaching building at all.

It's not actually an old school building.

The small print next to it reads: [Temporary Classroom - For Use During Construction].

And the so-called old school buildings...

Kurokawa's fingertip slid to another site plan, to the white teaching building where they were currently located...

It is located on the original site of the old school building!

"This is—" Yukimura exclaimed softly.

Kurokawa didn't speak; he stared at the handwritten note.

My heart sank suddenly.

The description in the containment manual flashed through my mind: "She can no longer be contained in the old school building."

Old school building —

Not that temporary building on the back hill, but this, this brand-new teaching building that's packed with students every day.

If the vengeful spirit is indeed sealed beneath the original site of the old school building—

If the seal that could hold her back is loosening—

That.

Yukimura sensed the intense emotional turmoil emanating from Kurokawa beside him.

She looked up, her eyes filled with confusion and unease.

"————What's wrong?"

Kurokawa took a slow breath and lowered his voice: "If nothing unexpected happens—that thing is in this building."

Xuecun's pupils suddenly contracted.

"If it can't be dealt with quickly... it could kill everyone in the school."

The archives were deathly silent; Xuecun could hardly believe the truth of the matter.

Just then, the atmosphere of despair was broken by a short vibration.

Kurokawa snapped out of his reverie, took out his phone from his suit pocket, and saw that the screen was lit up with a message from Chinatsu.

[President! I found out! The most famous ghost story at school is No-Face! And I even got some new details. Let's meet on the rooftop after class!]

Kurokawa stared at the screen and let out a soft breath.

"There's been progress over there too."

He turned his phone screen toward Xuecun, but Xuecun's gaze went beyond the text message content and landed on the message's sending time.

2:47 PM.

Her brows furrowed immediately.

"Isn't it still class time now?"

Kurokawa coughed lightly and turned off the screen.

This woman's focus is so strange.

"Human life is at stake. Now is not the time to worry about classroom discipline."

As Kurokawa spoke, he sent a message to Chinatsu: I have a plan...

Xuecun opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but swallowed the words back.

This is truly a matter of life and death; I just hope there will be new developments over there.

A moment later, the bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class...

It's time to let out of school.