ORDINARY VISAGE-2

"Hurry and give me an idea! Don't act like you're thinking so hard!"

Shiloh gave me an annoyed look. His messy brown hair got uglier when I grabbed it for the umpteenth time. The man just stood there, not even wanting to make a sound.

"I was really thinking hard, you know!" protested Shiloh. I chuckled lightly and slapped his forehead tightly. "What are you thinking? You've already wasted about half an hour. Can't you find any inspiration?"

Shiloh chuckled. "You don't understand what the contents of an intelligent human brain are like."

I rolled my eyes lazily. In this stuffy and damp room, there is a strange person—let's call him Mr. Just Gray—sitting with his hands and feet bound. The man has not been conscious since yesterday I brought him here. Even though I thought maybe Mr. This Gray has died in the afterlife, but his breath and pulse are still there—albeit weak.

"Could it be that one side is carrying out some grand plan, Caviar?" asked Shiloh in the end. The white man looked at me seriously. I just silently listened to his words. "Or maybe this guy is the twin of that Mr. Gray you're talking about?"

I shook my head disapprovingly. "As far as I know Mr. Gray doesn't have a twin. Even if the man does, when is his twin a madman like this?"

"Who knows, Cav? Why don't you investigate first?" suggested Shiloh. I took a deep breath and closed my tired eyes. "Actually I'm lazy to investigate all this, but this crazy man who looks like Mr. Gray almost harmed me yesterday. Can it be helped? I'll find out."

Shiloh nodded in agreement. "However, make sure Mr. Gray at your school doesn't find out that you're trying to find out his identity. We still don't know where the real Mr. Grey is."

"That is true."

I was silent for a moment. I looked at Mr. Gray in front of me while thinking far to get a rough speculation. Before long, I jotted down things I knew on my phone, then tapped Shiloh on the shoulder.

"I just remembered something," I told Shiloh, "when I pried off this mask, he said don't go north. I still don't know what he meant."

Shiloh stroked his chin. The thin-lipped man frowned, trying hard to think. "Maybe if we walk north we'll find out everything?"

"What if we die there instead?" I asked, laughing. "I don't want to die at my young age yet, come on."

"Cav, aren't you suspicious of the sudden disappearance of your parents?" Shiloh suddenly spoke coldly. I looked at Shiloh disapprovingly. I had pushed the fact of my parents' disappearance out of my mind, but he casually brought it up to the surface again. "Maybe you misunderstood and-"

"Before they disappeared, I made them both furious, Shil. I'm sure they really intend to leave me," I said absolutely, "they have nothing to do with this. My family's problems are pure because of my naughtiness. That's all."

Shiloh sighed. The tall man flicked my forehead. "All right. Hurry up and get out of here. Let me watch over this man."

I showed a thumbs up in agreement. "Be careful with that guy. Once you wake up, don't get too close to him. He can hurt you with his hot stones, you know!"

Shiloh laughed. I immediately left the hiding place quickly. I ditched school this morning, but I'm heading there right now.

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My class was playing sports in the school's main square. This makes it easier for me to go to class to pick up my bag. I still remember some of the bills in my purse. At least if my bag is still in class, I can use the money to buy a box of pure milk down the hall.

But the bag is now shapeless. The cloth was torn here and there. I took the shabby bag quickly, I could still find the bills that were there even though they weren't completely intact.

At least I can buy a mini box of milk with the remaining money.

Not wanting to waste time, I then ran with the front of my foot. If you run with this technique, your running speed will be faster than normal running, and will not cause any noisy effects. Oh, all right, enough pleasantries. Mr. Gray walked towards this corridor apparently.

I quickly hid behind the wall. Mr. Gray carrying several stacks of books walked past me. I watched him very carefully, so focused I didn't realize Boston was already grabbing my shoulder.

"You dare to come again apparently."

I sighed exasperatedly. "Come on, Boston. I'm not in a fight with you. Just drop the raisin buns."

Boston growled. His grip grew stronger. "You stupid girl! That bread was my father's gift! You just took it! You think I'm not angry?!"

I swallowed hard. Boston alone is more terrible than with his two accomplices. I closed my eyes and put my hands together.

"I'm sorry. I really didn't know. I didn't have any money then," I pleaded. Boston looked incredulous. His eyebrows dropped sharply.

"You're a fraud! I should have beaten you!"

Before Boston could throw a punch at me, I ran away from him first. His hand now hit the hard wall, so that his moans could be heard all the way to the end of the corridor. I sighed as Boston ran after me. Who would have thought that two of his lackeys had come out of nowhere running after me.

Damn it! Could ruin my plans.

I was too busy running to avoid the three crazy people chasing me, that I finally didn't have time to think straight. My body fell on someone, and I think at that time the goddess of fortune was not on my side.

Mr. Gray caught me. Meanwhile, Boston and his accomplices were taken to a counseling room with two other teachers.

Boston, watch you later!

"What's the matter between you two? Why keep making a fuss in this school?" asked Mr. Gray authoritatively. I am now sitting side by side with Boston, with both feet trying to avenge his death stamp.

"She stole my bread!" cried Boston quickly. I shook my head disapprovingly. "No sir! He accuses me of stealing it when it's so clearly my bread!"

"Bastard! Stop cheating!" Boston hissed. I stomped Boston's toe hard. Cheating or not is none of your business, idiot.

"Okay, if no one wants to confess then you will be given appropriate sanctions," said Mr. Grey, "you both get 50 foul points and a two-week suspension."

"Why am I also being punished?!" protested Boston did not accept. He shot me a sneer. "I'm not wrong here."

"You made a mess with your friends," said Mr. Gray, "is that what you call innocent?"

I smiled crookedly looking at the Boston residence until finally Mr. Gray came to me. "No rebuttal from you, Mrs. Barnaby?"

I chuckled blandly. "Of course not. Your punishment didn't hurt me at all."

Mr. Gray smirked. "All right. You may leave."

Boston moved away after successfully stamping on my foot with his elephant foot. I clenched my fists vengefully. Mr. Gray is still busy at his desk. While I watched the man with glasses was gone. Obviously, there is no difference between Mr. Gray in my hideout with Mr. Gray who is now on his oversized desk.

"Why don't you come outside? Is there something you wanted to talk to me about?" asked Mr. Gray without looking at me. The man was busy writing student violations in his black agenda book. Definitely like a death note. Terrifying.

"This room belongs to the school. I have a right to be here," I said, "you have no right to kick me out."

Mr. Gray pushed up his downed glasses. "Are you a student or not? Your nature is zero."

I clucked. "That's it, ah. Just want to go. You talk a lot. It's noisy!"

I immediately left the room quickly. Somehow the air in the room was able to make goosebumps run down my spine. Mr. Gray looks the same, but something is different. ][

Walking in the afternoon while enjoying a box of milk seems very tempting. But before my intention could materialize, my eyes saw a strangely dressed man giving stray dogs a drink behind the dairy shop. I peeked at the person while hiding. I don't know where the inspiration came from, I took a photo of the action with my cellphone camera. I managed to capture some shots, but bad luck. One of the dogs approached me. Before that strange man catches me, I have to really run away.

But who would have thought that the dog was barking and chasing me. As a result the herd of dogs followed suit. Unlucky. Why do I feel like the food the dogs are fighting over? Isn't chasing me getting nothing instead of sitting sweetly enjoying the milk dish from that strange man?

All right, sorry. Sometimes I like unclear.

There is a cardboard in front of me. I immediately threw the cardboard box and blocked the path of the dogs. Now I'm still running away from the dogs. The noise of the dogs was still audible, until finally one of the dogs managed to escape by jumping high and biting the hem of my clothes.

"Hey!" I screamed panic. Gosh this dog! His face is so terrible!

I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Without much ado, I ran away from the dog even though now my clothes were torn. The dog barked, but gave no further chase. I didn't look back, because if that had happened, the figure would have seen my face for sure.

I'm certain.

After running quite far, I rested and entered the convenience store by the roadside. My chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. With the remaining money from my bag earlier, I just took the orange drink in the fridge and took a sip. It's okay that the dream of enjoying an afternoon with a carton of milk is gone. At least, I haven't been slit by that dog-milk weirdo.

"It is hoped that local people will not cross alleys marked with police lines in the near future. All members of the public are urged to take care of their respective family members in a precarious situation like this..."

I stared at the television screen in the convenience store. Apparently the cashier here was watching the news seriously at his place. While paying for my drink, I went back to listening to today's news.

"Hey, serve me!" I said, making the cashier who was seriously watching it shocked. He served me after, but his eyes were kept busy on the electronics.

"Terrible. I don't want to go out anywhere," the cashier muttered.

"What is going on?" I asked curiously. The cashier glanced.

"Didn't you see the news, Miss? Recently someone has been making a scene," said the cashier, "the case of the corpse in the alley not far from here can't be detected by fingerprints. In fact it looks like the wounds were made by someone. Terrible ."

I paused.

"Only crazy people do this. I bet!" he said with a shudder.

I didn't answer him. Quickly, I ran away from this place. I have to hurry to see Shiloh.

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"How?"

Shiloh asked me a question as I returned to the hideout. The man stepped on the cigarette butt, then clapped his hands together.

"I haven't got any information about it. However, I want to give you some facts now."

Shiloh raised an eyebrow. Immediately I told him to get out of that place and now we are both standing under a tree with eyes staring at each other.

"I met Mr. Gray at my school. He looks very similar to the human in there," I said, glancing at the place where I held the person who looked like Mr. Grey. Shiloh was still busy listening, until finally I spoke again, "I still don't know what's the difference between these two people. But I think we shouldn't be careless now," I said while looking at Shiloh, "how is it? The humans inside are awake?"

Shiloh shook his head. "He hasn't woken up since you left. Maybe he was wandering in the afterlife before he actually died," she said. I chuckled, "We still need him until all this craziness is over!"

Shiloh sighed. "Have you seen the news? The body in the hallway—"

"Hey, I told you that that night—I witnessed a corpse in the hallway—hanged in a battered state, right?" I asked. Shiloh nodded in approval. "Don't you think it's strange that the stab wounds on his body didn't leave any traces? Fingerprints perhaps?"

"I had read the news, that the body had been stabbed with a sharp object containing drugs," said Shiloh, "but what was the motive?"

I shook my head nonchalantly. "It seems the culprit has a mental illness, Shil." I blurted out, but Shiloh looked at me as if I had found a way out. "You're right, Cav! There's no mistaking it. Maybe this case has something to do with Mr. Grey?"

I immediately took out my cell phone. I quickly typed all the data I found this time.

"At that time, where did you keep the mask?" said Shiloh suddenly. I shrugged.

"The mask is safe in my hands. Relax."

Shiloh fell silent. There was no other conversation after that. But just as I was about to speak up, a very loud explosion sounded inside the hiding place. Both Shiloh and I immediately sprinted and got into it. No.

How could Mr. Gray disappeared from this room? I chuckled when I encountered a big hole in the wall of this place, like a monster or maybe a bulldozer had passed through it. But it doesn't make sense. Who dares to come here?!

"Cav, we can't stay here forever," Shiloh said as he took the things that were in this place. "We have to leave immediately. They must already know our plan."

I nodded understanding. We both quickly left the place while running. Shiloh was in front of me while carrying a solid bag—no matter what it contained. I gripped my phone tightly. The sky above us started to darken, even some thunder and lightning flashed there. We kept pace, until finally the sound of bullets passed my ears.

Shit, what else is this?!

Shiloh was apparently aware of the attack. The boy grabbed my hand to run faster. Gunshots came back at us both. I nimbly then broke Shiloh's grip, and started to split up with the man. I saw Shiloh's emotional expression at this spontaneous behavior. Along the forest that we passed, I had to pass through large trees and jump over the entwined tree roots. I gasped when the bullet almost hit me, it landed on a tree trunk and emitted hot smoke. I clucked.

I glanced at Shiloh who was now glancing at me too. We swallowed hard at the deep blue river. The hail of bullets behind us was still going on. Before I could say a prayer for forgiveness, Shiloh was already running towards me, grabbed my hand and plunged into the river below which looked dark and scary.

Oh, yeah. In the end I died in an unequal way. []