In the principal's office.
With a frightened look on his face, Allen waved his hands and said, "Mr. principal, you've wronged me. I don't know anything about Miss Stina. Even if Miss Stina did something wrong, you shouldn't let me, a student, punish her. It should be up to you, Mr. principal."
The headmaster put his hands on the table and looked at the boy in front of him with doubt.
"I didn't say that you killed Mr. Stina. Why are you so excited?"
"Oh, I see. I'm just a little boy. Generally speaking, I can't see you. If you want to see me, it must have something to do with Miss Stina. So, I think too much..."
Allen touched the back of his head and giggled, trying to keep this innocent image in the principal's heart.
"You are quite smart."
The headmaster took a look at Allen. Although he knew that he must have something to hide from him, he didn't want to ask him directly.
This was the rule of the adults' game.