My Classmate Whom I Helped Seems to Be Mentally Sick, So I've Been Trying My Best to Hide My True Identity, But It Seems Like I've Been Found Out - Chapter 12

Who is That Person?

“See you later, Takizawa-kun.”

Upon arriving at school, Sumire Murasaki entered the school building ahead of me.

Relieved by her unusually easy departure from my side, I let out a sigh.

It seems she won’t run out of control as long as I’m cooperative with the reading club activities.

For now, I’ll pretend to be deceived and act quietly as part of the reading club while deflecting any conversation about Momo-nyan with feigned ignorance.

After all, there’s no evidence.

The police officers had assured me that they would not disclose my story due to confidentiality obligations and such.

Almost all other part-time staff are strangers, and the only one who knows my true identity is…the representative of the planning company who interviewed me.

Certainly, even going to such a person to inquire… No, given her tenacity, she might just do it.

I should call today.

Yes, better safe than sorry.

“Hey, what is your relationship with Sumire Murasaki?”

“What?”

I was slowly heading to the school building after seeing off Murasaki when a voice called out from behind.

Turning around, I saw an unfamiliar girl standing there.

“You’re Takizawa-kun, right? Hey, what’s your relationship with Sumire Murasaki?”

“Oh, you know me?”

“We’re classmates, so it’s not weird to know, right? Anyway, answer my questiont.”

“…we’re just club members.”

No, who are you?

I tried to ask, but she just said “Hmm” and left me there, disappearing into the depths of the school building.

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” ..… ”

During the class.

My smartphone in my pocket has been vibrating continuously.

It’s a LINE message.

And while I haven’t looked, I can imagine who it’s from.

It must be Sumire Murasaki.

But she and I are just friends, and I don’t recall doing anything to upset her.

So what is this continuous messaging about?

I’m scared to look, but just in case… just in case she’s in some sort of trouble and is seeking help… Well, it’s during class, so what could possibly happen?

“…Excuse me, may I please go to the restroom?”

Raising my hand and lying about needing the restroom, I left the classroom.

Then, stepping out into the corridor and immediately checking my mobile,

【Liar】

【Who is that girl?】

【You said you don’t have friends, right?】

【Why are you lying to me?】

【Come to the rooftop now.】

【If you don’t come. Goodbye, I’m going to die.】

【Take care of the Reading Club.】

There were a series of disturbing messages.

“…This is bad.”

It’s not just the number of messages; the content makes me pale.

Going to die?

Seeing that, I panicked and ran to the rooftop.