Holy Radiance High School, main gate.
The balding middle-aged man had been hung there by the neck. Suffocation had twisted his face into a grotesque expression, and the first person to see the corpse had been so frightened that they let out that scream.
Of course, there had been far more than one scream.
Any ordinary person who saw that corpse would cry out in shock, whether loudly or quietly.
When it came to death—
Or anything associated with death, people instinctively felt fear.
Exceptions?
Naturally, there were some.
Qin Ran arrived a minute after the screams began. The moment he saw the dean of discipline's corpse, his expression darkened.
The man had been an indispensable part of Qin Ran's plan to "liberate identities."
Yet he was dead now, meaning Qin Ran's plan had failed before it could even begin.
That feeling was anything but pleasant.
However, Qin Ran was not overly concerned about that.
Or, more accurately, that was not why his expression looked so ugly.
He had been played!
The instant he saw the dean of discipline, he understood.
The attack with glass shards from the old school building last night had appeared to target everyone in the room, but the true target should have been the dean of discipline.
And after discovering Qin Ran's "unusual nature," the other party had deliberately lured him near the incinerator.
They had used that "spirit's" soul to cloud his judgment.
Though Qin Ran did not know whether what happened afterward had anything to do with the other party, he knew that whoever had successfully killed the dean of discipline must have been very pleased with himself.
Pleased enough to show off.
Displaying a corpse after death was hardly common—given this dungeon world's level of civilization, it had long since left behind