The student pinned to the ground was terrified.
No, this seems a bit different from what I understood?
In the culinary world, if someone wants to extract information, it's usually by making people eat incredibly conquering dishes, then stopping them when they crave more, or by serving delicious food that completely shatters their mental defenses!
When he was caught, he had already prepared how he would refuse if he faced such a situation.
What are you doing with a chainsaw, trying to slice me up?
"Wait! Don't! My family is..."
"Buzz buzz buzz!"
The roaring sound of the chainsaw pressed against his ear.
"Wait! I'll talk!"
Keli watched with satisfaction as the boy in front of him, tears and saliva streaming down his face, a look of terror on his face, frantically nodded.
After all, he was just a student; his psychological resilience was not as good as that of an ordinary villager from New Township.
Keli also nodded. Wasn't this much faster? What was the point of putting on that whole three-court trial show?
"We... we are members of the Cult. We... we just, just wanted to avoid being eliminated!
Ryouzan Etsuya-senpai said that as long as we prayed and performed rituals regularly in the Cult, we could gain culinary skill.
I... I've been called a genius since I was little, but I've only just reached my second year, and I've already received two E-grades. I don't want to be eliminated. If I'm eliminated, I'll be a failure, I..."
"Stop talking nonsense. What does your Cult believe in?"
Keli frowned in displeasure. The student being questioned seemed to have a subconscious habit of defending himself when confessing something shameful, but Keli didn't care about his motives.
"I... I don't know. Even the name of the god is only known by high-ranking members. We can only refer to it as the Lord of the Sea, the King of the Deep Sea.
We only know that by regularly offering sacrifices, we can exchange them for an increase in culinary skill."
This kid didn't have the fanaticism of a cultist. He spoke of their god without a trace of reverence.
Instead, when he mentioned the increase in culinary skill, his eyes flashed with an extremely obsessive light.
Although his tone was very agitated, it seemed that because he was too nervous, he had to gasp for breath after every sentence, and just these few sentences took more than ten minutes.
"How does culinary skill increase? What are the sacrifices?"
Although Keli had already roughly deduced what was happening, he still raised his voice.
"No! I don't remember. I asked myself and others, and none of us remember. The sacrifices are fish! We just need to regularly put fish ingredients into the pond, and then we can perform the ritual. As long as the ritual is completed, we will gain a new understanding of fish ingredients.
I... I don't know how to explain it, but I suddenly understand the structure of fish and how to cook them."
"Then, what's your connection to those two students who committed suicide?"
Keli pressed on.
"They... they, they accidentally saw the ritual scene... so Ryouzan Etsuya-senpai said he would handle it, and I don't know what happened after that!"
"Buzz!"
Keli didn't hesitate, directly pressing the chainsaw down. It cut across the young man's arm on the ground, flesh churning in the saw, blood spurting out.
"What are the sacrifices?"
Amidst the student's terrified wails and screams, Keli asked again.
He remembered that when Sadatsuka Nao described what she heard, she clearly mentioned that these people had talked about dealing with the aftermath of the two girls, and the confession here was basically the same as Sadatsuka Nao's description, but he said he didn't know.
So he lied to himself.
"Ah ah ah ah!"
The student rolled on the ground repeatedly due to the intense pain.
But Keli stepped on him again, lifted the chainsaw, and pressed it onto his abdomen.
"3... 2..."
Keli said nothing, just counted down the numbers.
The academy security guards next to him couldn't bear to watch anymore, and some had even pulled out their weapons, but facing them was Kazuma's gun.
"It's... it's human hearts! It's human hearts! We usually get them from the funeral home! Those two women were handled by Changming-senpai!
Don't kill me! Don't kill us, we just helped a little to reject their families' requests to see the bodies and found some people to go to their families!
Both of them were daughters of small shop owners. We paid a lot of money! Their families all thought Totsuki Academy wanted to suppress the matter, so they didn't dare to be too excessive. We didn't have any major conflicts, we just had people rush into their homes and then had the police arrest their men for a few days.
Their men wanted to fight, but we told them to consider their wives' lives after their deaths, and they didn't say anything more.
I! I know I betrayed Totsuki Academy! But Ryouzan-senpai only told us that the Cult supported Tsukasa Azami-sensei after we joined."
However, before he could finish speaking, a male voice rang out from the other side at the same time.
"You're lying! You're the one who did it! You're incompetent! That woman wouldn't let you pester Xingzhi from the same club every day and even beat you in a Shokugeki, so you just had to take them to the pond! If Ryouzan Etsuya-senpai wasn't afraid of you blabbing, he wouldn't have protected you!"
"It wasn't you guys egging me on, making me lose face, I wouldn't have..."
Just as the person on the ground was halfway through speaking, the scene quieted down again as Nekiri Senzaemon pushed open the door with a darkened face and walked in.
However, he probably didn't expect to return to such a scene, and the bodyguards beside him immediately shielded Senzaemon.
"His matter, this old man has been listening."
Nekiri Senzaemon pointed to the earpiece of the bodyguard beside him. It seemed that this old man had indeed been listening to his subordinates' reports all along, but even listening to the reports, he probably didn't expect the scene to be so intense.
"Gentlemen, please stop. Something has happened now. This old man's position as headmaster has been removed by the council, but this old man's promise to you is still valid.
Please, both of you, come with this old man to Far Moon Resort for a temporary stay. I plan to rise from where I fell. I have made an agreement with that boy Tsukasa Azami to decide the winner through a Shokugeki among the students. Once this old man resolves the matter, I will invite both of you again, and then this old man will offer new conditions.
I will make sure the main culprit stays in prison for at least 20 years. As for these people, they will definitely go to prison for aiding in murder. This old man swears on his honor, if this old man lets them use connections to escape, you can come find this old man."
Nekiri Senzaemon noticed that he only talked about his own matters and didn't mention how to deal with these people. Keli paused for a moment but quickly lowered his head again, showing a tendency to continue pressing the chainsaw down, so he immediately started talking about how to punish these guys.
Seeing that it was effective, Nekiri Senzaemon quickly continued speaking.
"Those forces that helped them cover up the matter will all be punished, and the parents of the two students will also receive fair treatment."
"Why not the death penalty?"
Keli directly lifted the chainsaw in his hand. At this moment, one of the student's arms on the ground was already severed.
"Because they are still minors, the law does not allow it, but this old man will try his best to extend their sentences. A fair trial will also make those families feel more at ease..."
Nekiri Senzaemon didn't finish speaking. Keli pressed the chainsaw down again.
"Ah ah ah ah!"
Terrifying screams erupted from the person's mouth, blood flowing along the saw chain, sticking to Keli's clothes and face.
The originally luxurious hall became a bloody mess. All the security guards fearfully raised their guns and aimed at Keli, while facing them was Kazuma's equally drawn gun.
Keli picked up his pistol and began to pull the trigger amidst the terrified screams of the students.
"Don't kill me! We were just forced to use some connections! We hit those two in jail! I didn't!"
"Their men's business has nothing to do with us! We just egged them on, just..."
But the chaotic sounds quieted down again as Keli emptied two magazines.
At this moment, the hall was already a bloody mess, and the trembling guns were all pointed firmly at Keli.
Keli put all his guns and chainsaws into his guitar case, slung the guitar case over his back, and walked up to Nekiri Senzaemon.
Nekiri Senzaemon was protected behind the security personnel, his eyes complex.
"If a student from a large corporation dies in your school, you'll suffer a loss of reputation, right? But saying it was a mentally ill person who broke in should be better.
I cannot continue to fulfill my agreement with you. You can revoke my identity or publicize a warrant for my arrest. That house also has nothing to do with me, and I won't seek revenge on you for obstructing me.
And now I'm going to find that Ryouzan Etsuya. If you want to stop me, you can make your move."
Keli said to Nekiri Senzaemon and walked towards the door.
Kazuma sighed regretfully.
"Sigh, the house was just cleaned two days ago, and you're going to be a wanted criminal again."
He quickly caught up.
"Hey, old man, don't listen to that guy trying to act cool. He's saying that to get me out of it. This big shot and he are accomplices. Don't forget that when you issue the warrant."
"You, you're being redundant."
Keli smiled, and after Kazuma caught up, he hooked his arm around his shoulder and walked into the night.
Nekiri Senzaemon took a deep breath and spoke loudly in Keli's direction.
"Everything this old man promised is valid! Ultimately, this matter is due to this old man's oversight, but... but that boy Nakamura actually managed to win over many local businessmen, which was also beyond this old man's expectation. If he becomes the new headmaster and does something this old man cannot interfere with, this old man will be helpless."
"Oh! Then thank you, Uncle!"
Kazuma jumped up happily and waved to the back.
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