Kusogami and Koizaki ran up to the teacher to help carry Koumon away. He only resisted what prevented him from continuing his meal, so they simply dragged him across the floor, grabbing him by the shoulders. The lesson was temporarily interrupted.

  Manko and Chitsu were just having fun, saying in tangled tongues that it’s just fine, everyone is already tired of him anyway.

  “So what?” Belyana asked Karina. “Shall we wait until there is only one left?”

  “You never said!” she exclaimed involuntarily, but reined in herself when everyone turned, continuing quietly after. “Although I could already get used to it. And how do you suggest that I deal with this? Strangle some Satsuno?”

  “Why her?”

  “Well, they threw insects into her bag. Isn't that a reason?”

  “Hmm,” Beliana answered accusingly. “Not everyone is destined to be detectives. She is not the one”

  “As if you know who is,” Karina said almost through her teeth.

  “Not so much choice here. But it's up to you,” she threw up her hands.

  Karina thought about it. Looked consistently at everyone in the class, and, nevertheless, decided to stick to the original idea, going up to Satsuno.

  “Satsuno-chan,” Karina turned loudly enough that the others heard it and looked in her direction, and Satsuno herself shuddered, looking up. “Why did you kill him?”

  She jumped up and just ran out of the class, accidentally hitting Karina, leaving a wet trail of tears on her shoulder. Belyana only giggled, shaking her head disapprovingly.

  “Well, so nice of you to make a child cry.”

  The last lesson began on schedule, to another surprise of Karina at how much everyone does not care about anything happening around. Only Satsuno was absent.

  When it ended, going to the toilet, Karina discovered Satsuno herself. On a loop, twisted from a rather thin rope, she, half-sitting, hung from the window, behind the closed frame of which the rope was hooked. Her face and palms were crimson, and all her hands were streaked, made already small pools of dark blood onto the floor.

  “You killed her,” Belyana whispered in her ear, who had come from nowhere, giggling when Karina shuddered.

  “Yah you.”

  They waited for the teachers, and then at a slow pace walked down the corridor. Karina tried to figure out who was to blame, and Belyana, well, was Belyana.

  “What does Amane have to do with it?” she asked. “Do you continue to choose at random? Even playing a "mafia" should be guided by at least something.”

  “Well, look,” Karina answered, “She was rude to Satsuno and, probably, constantly told her nasty things. Plus, the jerk on the boyfriend. And Koumon just pissed off everyone - anyone would have killed him if could go unpunished.”

  “And on what did you base the conclusion that it was Satsuno then?” Belyana asked rightly. “She had nothing to do with Yagami. What is the difference now?”

  “Fair point.” Karina, having flared up at first, nevertheless admitted it. "Then only Kusogami and Koizaki remain?" Or the fact that your newly-made friends have nothing to do with this, nothing more than another stupid joke on me?”

  “They don’t, they don’t,” she replied. “Although, given how you draw conclusions, I suppose I’ll do it instead of you. I'm already bored, and from the very beginning it was not fun at all. Kusogami is one.”

  “Huh? What does he have to do with any of the three?”

  “First, we'll deal with him, everything else will be after,” Belyana stopped her, opening the door to their class.

  Manko and Chitsu, already completely losing all sense of where they were, simply kissed, shamelessly pawing each other. Koizaki had already fled somewhere, while Amane and Kusogami were gathering their bags.

  “Kusogami-kun,” Belyana turned to him barely audibly.

  He turned around, goggled almost cartoonishly and trembled, pressing himself into the wall, hoping to fall into it.

  “Search him all,” she said to Karina. “He must have a black notebook.”

  Having searched the entire briefcase and switched to him, she pulled the notebook out of his trouser leg, handing it over to Belyana. She flipped through it and nodded in confirmation.

  “And we have nothing else to do here.”

  “In terms of? Doesn't he need to be handed over somewhere?” Karina was surprised. “And anyway, why did he tremble?”

  “Oh, this,” as if wondering whether to answer, she slowed down. “I just showed him the perspective from which the whole field of vision is occupied by my names. All toys have their drawbacks, what can I tell.”

  While they were walking towards the exit from the building, Belyana told Karina about what her conclusions were based on.

  “Well, let's say Kusogami, in love with Amane, killed two birds with one stone, relieving her of constant stress, and himself from a competitor. Koumon beat his friend, for which he took revenge on him,” summed up Karina. “And how is it better if there is no connection with Satsuno?”

  “Huh?” Belyana asked with feigned surprise. “Didn't I tell you that you killed her? Amazing bouts of ignorance in situations in which you are the last one who should have suffered from them. There will be no explanation.”

  As soon as they left the school, Belyana immediately took off her shoes and socks and put them in her bag.

  “Okay, maybe I'll figure it out,” Karina sighed, and then pointed to Belyana’s bare feet. “But at least, why is this?”

  “Wow!” exclaimed satisfied Belyana, sat down and stroked the ground. “I just want to always feel her. How polite of you to never ask before!”

  “You're just insane, aren't you?” she asked doomily, receiving only another mad laugh in response.

  When she reached someone's house on the road, Belyana stopped.

  “Now, don't look here,” she said, starting to pull the lens out of her left eye.

  Of course she did. Who wouldn’t? Behind the lens was a completely normal reddish, depigmented eye, which isn't such a surprise considering the hair color. However, Karina immediately fell with a twisted face, curled up in a bagel, and all her skin was covered with small pink drops.

  “It’s like I’m talking to the wall,” sighed Belyana. “Endure it now.”

  She, in a hurry, looked around the space, after which, under the sound of static discharges, pierced the air with her hand that had disappeared from this world to the elbow. Following, she immediately pulled out a humanoid creature, looked like a black-and-gray clown, dressed in leather clothes, wrapped in clinking chains, and she immediately closed her eye.

  Karina was finally able to breathe, gasping for air.

  “What the hell is this?!” the clown yelled in a loud bass, not understanding what had happened.

  “No, dear, what the hell is this?” Belyana asked, waving notebook in front of him.

  “Notebook,” less surprised, he replied.

  “Oh, really? I thought it was your mother. I asking, how did it get here? Isn’t I’m politely asked any of you not to get in the way?”

  “And who the hell are you, to talk with me like that?!” the clown yelled in rage.

  Belyana massaged the bridge of her nose with two fingers, but apparently this did not help, so she grabbed him by the face and dragged him through the door of the house opposite which they were standing.

  “Stupid Shinigami,” she said angrily, returning back a moment later, but now alone.

  “Is that blood?” asked Karina, who came to herself a little, seeing how something very similar to it flowed down from Belyana.

  “Nah,” she replied, undressing right in the middle of the street. “Gods don't bleed.”

  “For some reason, today I don’t want to know anything else,” Karina muttered wearily. “However, the infinity of needles tearing the body to pieces kind of refreshing. With Satsuno case, at least. Should we leave the whole class of moral freaks as they are?

  “And this is no longer our business,” Belyana replied with a shrug.

  Before going further, Karina, driven by curiosity, tried to look out the door, but it was locked. Giggling Belyana suggested pulling harder so that the sand would sprinkle, but Karina didn’t. It was, after all, an ordinary apartment building.