Assassination Classroom Watch Novels & Stories

"Fine. Since you're feeling so smug, I'll give you something else to boast about. I was there for your first ASL class." I blinked. "No, you weren't." "Well..." Her smirk returned. "I watched it. On the security cameras. Your mom's office had a perfect view from the security cameras monitoring the omega area." I stared at her. "You spied on my class?" She grinned. "Not that I needed it or anything. But you looked cute as hell, and Cast looked lost as hell. It was too good to miss." I leaned against the counter, arms crossed. "So."

Even though I still know that the person in front of me is the one I saw hanging Nate’s corpse inside of the classroom last Friday on prom night. The culprit is holding a knife, “Rule number eight,” the murderer said to me, “Kill the witness,” the criminal said, and the perpetrator stabbed me in my left eye and my lower left abdomen, which made me weak even more. …………………………………………………………………. Patrick’s POV I am here in the condo unit of S; he is sitting on the sofa while I am on the chair. He is wearing a black mask that has no face. I told Teacher Lincoln to go here in his condo unit to keep him safe, and this case is needed to be solved privately because the suspects in this are students.

" After that, Sean immediately left for Beverly High School. Fortunately, it was Saturday, and school was out. Therefore, there were no students or teachers in the school. The assassinator took Blake to the fourth floor of Building A. Her hands and feet were tied behind her back, and she had fallen unconscious. Although the explosion hadn't harmed Blake directly, it had still had some impact on her. The assassin was an Orwallian man. He was robust and had a three-inch-long centipede-like scar on the left side of his face, which made him look ferocious. He stared at the unconscious Blake. There was murderous intent lingering in his blue eyes.

“He did nothing. It was that b*stard. That fatherless b*stard. I won’t allow my son to be punished for something that twat did.” “Mrs. Benson,” Arvan began, voice low as he took a step forward. It was now Jena’s turn to stumble backwards. “Each and every cl*ssroom in this school has a CCTV installed, now before you go on playing the victim, I’ll have you know that I watched the CCTV footages before coming here and I’m well aware that your son,” he pointed towards the boy who sheepishly lowered his head. “Had been the first to throw an attack.”

"Thank you, Headmaster Wilson. Every minute counts in cases like these. Can you show us the surveillance camera footage from the time of the incident?" "Of course," Headmaster Wilson replied, leading them to the security office. They gathered around the monitor as he pulled up the relevant footage. They watched the footage, hoping to catch a glimpse of the suspect. As they watched the footage, Braylon spotted a figure lurking near the entrance of the school. "Pause right there!" he exclaimed, pointing at the screen. "That person seems suspicious. Can we enhance the image for a better view?" Headmaster Wilson nodded and adjusted the settings to enhance the image. The suspect's face became cle

Two of them grabbed Ethan’s unconscious body with clinical precision. “Step back!” one barked. Students froze. Within seconds, Ethan was gone. He was carried out and the door shut. Professor Halvern cleared his throat shakily. “Class dismissed.” Just like that. Like a student hadn’t just dropped like a corpse in front of everyone. Grey stood frozen. His mind racing. How the fuck did they know? The room had no cameras. They’d been smashed months ago by horny idiots who kept sneaking back after lectures to grind against desks and think they were being rebellious.

He was standing there blocking the door. "Really? Okay, I'm sorry, maybe it's some problem with my eyes. Anyway let me tell the principal and ask him to check the camera footage," he said, pointing at the camera on one corner of the classroom. I bit my lip, not knowing what to say or do. Then I heard the sound of heavy footsteps coming up the steps. Probably Mr. Keating. I pushed Asher out. He stumbled and almost fell back, yelping from the sudden shock. But then I grabbed his wrist and placed my other hand over his mouth. His pupils dilated as he looked into my eyes.

The recording and images that he got from the first-floor cameras brought an angry frown to his face. He gazed at all the footage to wrap his mind around the situation. Soon, a creepy smile appeared on his face. He brought his watch closer to his mouth. "Rain! I need your help… come to the conference room, right now!" "Alright" Rain's voice appeared to come from the other side. "Bring your team as well!" Archie replied, "Got it!" He gazed at the 18 assassins present in the room and passed an infectious smile. The assassins stood still.

Sheilla interrogated me. "Yes." "Even though in medical school there is CCTV." I immediately glared. Shit! dead! Ouch, shame if all the teachers saw all that indecent treatment. I know the location of the CCTV room is in the principal's room. There is also, in the teacher's room, another in the picket room. "So, at that time, the teachers saw it?" "Hm .. if those who were in the room and paying attention would be visible, but at that time, it was teaching time." I breathed a sigh of relief. This way, the chances of the teacher who saw the indecent scene were one or two-three teachers.

When he finished, he looked from Natalie to me. "I request that this footage be played in court," I said. "It's surveillance from the honors classroom during the final month before exams. "Let's see what kind of students Ms. Martin's methods actually produced." The judge hesitated, glanced toward the clerk, then nodded. "I'll allow it. Play the footage." The screen lit up. It showed the classroom. At 6 a.m., all 40 students sat upright, backs straight, books open, reading aloud. Every page turned at the same moment, perfectly in sync, like they were one person. Their eyes were focused, but there was nothing behind them.