but couldnât see her face.
âThe victim supposedly had the same eyes and mouth as the others. Face and throat were slit.â
Still looking up. Kill the victim and then slash her with a sharp knifeâ that was the serial killerâs pattern. One person, one move.
âThing isâ¦â
âThey say the victimâs a boy.â Mio slid down and kept looking up. Hazuki turned her head up too. The sky looked weird unframed, so she immediately looked away.
âA boyâ¦and from our neighborhood?â
âYeah. We probably met him during that coed session last week, right? Not that I care or anything. I didnât look at his data profile, so I donât even remember his name. But heâs from around here.â
âThat may beâ¦but still.â
Hazuki looked at Ayumi again. It was too bright to see.
âAndâ¦â Ayumi started.
âWhat are you doing here?â
âLike I said. Iâm bored. They say go straight home , but thatâs where Iâm most likely to get killed because then Iâd be alone. And all these victims have been attacked on their way home from school, so if they tell us to go straight home, Iâm saying, at least escort us back. Right?â Mio was still lying on her side looking up at the sky without expression.
She really had a way with words.
âThey arenât escorting anyone, eh? Not even important geniuses like you.â
âTheyâre having a conference.â
âConference?â
âWhen you talk to a group of people face-to-face. Adults like to meet in person and talk to each other. Such a waste of time.â
Mio went on importantly about how meeting each other in person and talking face-to-face isnât going to catch the killer , then sat up straight. Dried grass was stuck all over her backside and hair. She started clapping it off her shoulders, then shook her bob haircut furiously. The grass stuck to everything it touched and wouldnât fall.
âThis is stupid.â
âEveryoneâs freaking out though.â
âNo one is freaking out. Itâs always like this.â
âThey donât usually clamp down like this though.â
Mio stuck an index finger into her collar and wrung the neckline as if to open up a little space. âSounds like you know what youâre talking about, Kono.â
âI donât.â Ayumi looked down.
âYou really like pestering people, donât you, Tsuzuki.â
âItâs fun .â Mio laughed.
âWhat is?â
âI canât stop wondering.â
She never knew how people would reactâ¦probably.
Ayumi stared blankly at Mioâs feet and said without thinking,
âYou mean you donât know what stupid people think?â
Mioâs eyes widened.
âIf we think at all. I bet itâs hard figuring us out. Or is that what weâre learning in this communications group?â
âYouâre such a model participant,â Ayumi threw in.
âWhaaat?â Mioâs voice went up several octaves.
âThatâs a pretty boring comeback.â
âUnfortunately, Iâm no comedian,â Ayumi said, looking back at Hazuki. âAm I?â
Their gazes moved on as Hazuki lowered her head, unresponsive. The weeds snapped at her calves.
âWhat Iâm saying isâ¦itâs not cool for you to be investigating us.â Investigating . Mio furrowed her face.
âIâm doing no such thing.â
âYou were just staring at us, werenât you?â
âI canât talk to you unless I see you.â
âYou canât even look at me.â
It was true. Ayumi had never actually looked at Mio.
In fact.
Ayumi had never faced anyone. Not even Hazuki.
She suddenly came back at Mio and gawped.
âWhat?â
Mio shifted her sight line past Ayumiâs temple.
âSee. You canât even maintain eye contact. You donât want to be looked