I cultivate a deity in Tokyo

Kokonoe Reina then realized that she had bumped into someone.

"I'm sorry, are you alright?"

"I was distracted and didn't watch where I was going."

She quickly squatted down and picked up the things that had fallen to the ground.

The other person simply squatted down silently, picked up the things that had fallen on the ground, and put them back into the plastic bag.

Instead of blaming Kokonoe Reina, she whispered "thank you".

He then walked away from Kokonoe Rena.

Kokonoe Rena turned around with some confusion, watching the other person's figure disappear up the stairs.

This looks like a classmate from the next class, doesn't it?

Yuko Ishigami walked to the end of the corridor on the top floor of the teaching building, hesitated, and then pushed open the door to the rooftop.

"Hey, Ishigami, why are you so slow?"

As soon as the door opened, someone shouted loudly.

On the rooftop, three girls were sitting. The one speaking was the girl on the left, with her school uniform tied around her waist, her skin tanned, and her face clearly showing some anger.

Yuko Ishigami explained quietly, "There are just too many people in line today."

"I only asked you to buy lunch, but Master Fujisaka is almost starving because of your dawdling." Even after hearing Yuko Ishigami's explanation, the other party still seemed unwilling to let it go.

Yuko Ishigami lowered her head deeply.

"I'm sorry, I'll be quicker next time."

The girl called Fujisaka smiled gently and softly advised, "Alright, Asaka, Ishigami didn't mean it."

"Hmph." Tsuki Asaka glared at Ishigami Yuko, stepped forward, and snatched the plastic bag from her hand.

Yuko Ishigami did not resist; she bowed and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute." Fujisaka Mayumi suddenly pulled a bottle of beverage out of the plastic bag.

She shook the dark red bottle and smiled at Yuko Ishigami.

"Ishigami, I don't remember asking you to buy this flavor."

"Haven't I told you that my least favorite drink is tomato juice?"

“I’m sorry, Fujisaka-sama, I may have forgotten,” Yuko Ishigami couldn’t help but shiver.

"Forgot?" Mayumi Fujisaka scoffed, then unscrewed the bottle cap.

The two girls beside her walked skillfully to Ishigami Yuko's side and each took one of her arms.

Do you know what the price of forgetting is?

"Wait, no, don't!" Yuko Ishigami looked up at the girl who was approaching like a devil and pleaded.

"How dare a mere domestic animal disobey its master?" Fujisaka Mayumi looked at Ishigami Yuko's fearful expression with a hint of pleasure on her face.

She grabbed Yuko Ishigami by the collar and poured the tomato juice from the bottle into her.

The thick, icy juice flowed into her body, and Yuko Ishigami could only grit her teeth and silently endure it.

As the victim of the three members of the rattan gang, she has experienced too many similar things in the past six months.

However, given Fujisaka Mayumi's family background, the teacher couldn't easily get involved in such matters.

She had also considered calling the police.

But Fujisaka's grandfather was the president of the company where his father worked.

Therefore, her father often advised her to be tolerant, that it was better to avoid trouble, and that getting into university would be the most important thing.

And the mother would only listen to the father's opinions.

In this vicious cycle, the behavior of Tengban and others became increasingly egregious.

Living such a dark life, Yuko Ishigami was left with nothing but simple numbness.

If we can just get through the remaining two years, there are still two years left.

730 days, 17,000 hours, 1,050,000 minutes, 63 million seconds

Simply close your eyes, silently count to sixty-three million, and when you open your eyes again, it will be over.

It'll be quick, right?

Mayumi Fujisaka emptied the bottle, making sure it was completely empty, before tossing it aside with satisfaction.

The two girls next to her let go, causing Yuko Ishigami to slump to the ground.

"There are still three hours until school ends, so just bear with it." She gently lifted Ishigami Yuko's chin and said softly, "You understand what the consequences will be if the teacher finds out, right?"

Tomato juice dripped through her glasses as Ishigami Yuko looked at Fujisaka Mayumi's face, which had also turned crimson.

She silently gripped the phone in her pocket, as if making her final decision.

"I understand, Lord Fujiita."

Chapter 52 Want to Make Them Disappear

Are you happy now?

"Is anyone interfering with your life?"

Do you want them to disappear?

This is an email that Yuko Ishigami received this morning.

She initially thought it was just a harassing message, or a trap set by Fujisaka Mayumi and others.

Although it's unclear how Fujisaka Mayumi found out her email address, if she falls for it, she'll only face even more severe humiliation.

The best approach is to ignore it.

Even after Yuko Ishigami deleted the email, the next one popped up in her eyes.

"Ms. Yuko Ishigami, do you have any?"

Ms. Yuko Ishigami?

This title instantly cleared Ishigami Yuko of suspicion against Fujisaka Mayumi and others.

There is no other reason.

In his eyes, she was nothing more than a pig.

They don't refer to themselves as "people".

Even when playing pranks on oneself, it's the same.

Who is the other party?

How did he know what was happening to him?

Yuko Ishigami replied almost instinctively.

"who are you?"

After sending the message, Yuko Ishigami suddenly felt a little nervous.

Make people disappear?

Is the other party serious?

She had heard similar urban legends about a murder website.

The website's members are complete strangers, yet they commit murders while helping each other. Because there is no connection between the victims and the perpetrators, it is extremely difficult to solve the case.

Does the person who sent the email also belong to such an organization?

While Yuko Ishigami was pondering, several emails arrived in quick succession.

"We have been looking forward to seeing you; your pure and unpretentious qualities have attracted us."

"We sympathize with your plight and would like to extend a helping hand to you."

"What do you want?" Yuko Ishigami's fingers trembled slightly.

"We just want to help you."

"Please contact us again if you have made up your mind."

At that moment, Yuko Ishigami turned on the shower and stepped out of the bathroom.

The somber night sky had replaced the setting sun, hanging outside the window.

If my parents haven't come home by now, they're probably out socializing again.

Yuko Ishigami was not surprised by this situation.

She changed into clean clothes and, while doing so, found her phone, which was covered in tomato juice, in the laundry basket.

I wiped the screen slightly and then opened my email.

I found the email from this morning, glanced at the content I had edited before taking a shower, and clicked send.

Almost immediately, she received another new email.

Yuko Ishigami's heart pounded twice, like a drumbeat.

Open the email.

The email contained very little information.

"Ms. Yuko Ishigami, is it a convenient time for you to take this call now?"

Yuko Ishigami hesitated for two seconds.

The message "Convenient" was sent.

The phone screen lit up immediately afterward.

It was an unknown call.

Yuko Ishigami hesitated for a moment, but then answered the call.

A friendly greeting came through the microphone: "Ah, is this Ms. Yuko Ishigami? Nice to meet you."