Tokyo Ghost Story Capture Master

Chapter 5 Special Liquid

The reason why we want to investigate the Sano family is because Osamu Dazai actually has doubts in his heart.

It is true that Mr. Sano's current state is caused by the curse of Kaidan. There is no doubt that Dazai Shu can sense the weird stench in the air.

Outside the apartment and at the entrance, I had already taken a quick glance at it when I came in. There was basically nothing there.

He walked to the living room.

The living room is very clean and tidy, about the size of twelve tatami mats, with a dark brown beech wood coffee table in the center and a 24-inch TV screen placed against the wall.

It can be seen that the owner cleans frequently.

There are cabinets on the left and right sides of the sofa, so there is no need to open them. It would be a waste of time to conduct a thorough search. Besides, Osamu Dazai is not a policeman who is here to investigate the case. He has to be on his way soon.

There is an exquisite tea set on the coffee table, which looks like it has been used.

When I walked to the counter in the living room, there were family photos on display, including those of the Sano family. They were photos of a couple. The sturdy young man among them was undoubtedly Mr. Sano.

Look towards the window sill.

The window sill of the apartment is horizontally pulled, leading to the small lawn outside the house. Through the window, you can clearly see the green belt scenery.

Dazai Shu prepared to open the window door.

As he walked forward, he suddenly noticed sporadic, strange dark marks on the floor, which seemed to be caused by being dripped by some kind of liquid.

He squatted down, bent over and rubbed the marks with his hands, then put his fingers in front of his nose and smelled carefully.

This is the smell of weird stories.

But the difference is that it is not a foul smell, but rather a strange fragrance, like the fragrance of a blooming lily, a girlish fragrance.

The target of investigation should be the strange story about rules. If it invades this apartment, there is no reason why Osamu Dazai cannot detect it.

Is it possible that two ghost stories are causing trouble at the same time?

Following the direction of the dark traces, Dazai Shu opened the window door and walked towards the atrium. He crawled down and rubbed the haystacks in the green belt with his hands.

Soggy and a little sticky.

It seems to be a very special liquid.

Was it left behind by some strange story?

It is conceivable that the other party sneaked into the atrium and then invaded the apartment in some way, but the scope of activity only stopped in the living room, because there were no dark traces left by this strange liquid in other places.

It's a pity that Mr. Sano didn't wake up. If he had witnessed the strange talk, there might be more clues. For now, it seems that the information ends here.

Next, Dazai Xiu inspected other places in the apartment and basically found nothing suspicious.

Regarding the dark traces and some kind of strange liquid, he also asked Sano Nami, but he couldn't get any answers and the other party was confused.

"So, which hospital did your husband go to before? Can you lend me your medical record?" Dazai Xiu looked at the time, and there was no need to worry.

Sano Nami walked to the entrance, took out the medical records and diagnosis certificates from the top cabinet, and handed them all to Dazai Osamu.

"...You must return it."

"Received." Dazai Xiu nodded lightly.

He didn't know if the wife said this because she was concerned, or if she was afraid that the medical records would be stolen by Dazai Xiu and used to sell personal information.

In recent years, fraud has been serious in Tokyo, with various phishing websites and wallet companies, and fraudsters becoming popular.

However, he still runs a firm. Whether he has the ability and credibility will have to be proven slowly with facts. In the future, there will be more and more commissions.

……

Shibuya, Harajuku, Municipal Hospital.

After passing through the noisy crowd, Dazai Shu stood at the other end of the street, looking at this relatively large hospital, holding a tuna rice ball in his hand.

He ate and watched. After finishing lunch, he clapped his hands casually, took out the "Slit Girl's Mask" from his pocket, put it on his face, and then tightened the tennis racket bag on his back to confirm that he was fully prepared.

Fortunately, in the Harajuku area, there are many young people on the streets, and the two-dimensional culture in Tokyo is quite popular, so he was not questioned about his appearance.

Forget about tennis rackets, the key is masks.

Because it needs to be worn on the face, it looks too scary and is unavoidable, especially since the mouth is cracked.

These words cannot be said directly. It would be terrible if the cracked girl hears them. The consequences of making her angry are quite serious.

Even a Pokémon trainer must have the idea of ​​taking care of the Pokémon in order to become an excellent trainer!

Dazai Xiu took a step forward, raised his right hand at the same time, and held up the black mark.

First, try to capture Kaitan by force!

After the short suction ended, as expected, there was no success in capturing, because the rule monster had not been weakened or broken through, so it struggled out.

Just like the elf must be beaten to residual health to increase the probability of capture, it is a similar principle.

What if there are no elves? Then wouldn't the only option is for the trainer to go up and beat him severely until he is bleeding to death?
If you don’t fight, you are disobedient, so you have to fight!
Buzz! There were roaring sounds in my ears.

Kaidans who fail to be captured will sometimes fall into a state of anger. For regular Kaidans, the expression of this anger is to pull Dazaishu into the area it controls, imprisoning, attacking, and hurting him.

Therefore, using this principle, Osamu Dazai directly invaded the inside of Rule Kaitan in this way, saving the trouble of searching for clues.

I want to fight with you, but you won’t do it?
I'll give you a punch first, okay?
It's a principle like this.

Suddenly, the scenery of the neighborhood around Dazai Osamu seemed to be instantly stretched into a long lens, stretched infinitely behind him, and the color gradually became dim and dull.

Noon turned into midnight.

All nearby passers-by have disappeared, but a few cars with empty seats can still be seen parked on the roadside.

He looked up and around.

It seems that it has entered into the rules.

"Shift!" Dazai Xiu cursed without any curse words.

The reason why he went out as soon as possible was to avoid taking action at night. As a result, the essence of this strange rule was night. Wasn't it in vain?

If I had known earlier, I would have eaten lunch in the office before coming out. Every time before doing things by myself, my sister would make a table of delicious dishes with her own hands.

He sighed irritably and took out the samurai sword placed in the tennis racket - "Okita Souji's Famous Sword".

This is a sword. It is neither Okita Souji's sword nor a famous sword. It is just a very simple sword.

This sword formed by Kaidan seems to exist for the purpose of killing Kaitan. It has an absolute restraint effect on supernatural things, and the wielder can automatically master various gorgeous sword skills without practicing.

The only problem is that there are traces of Okita Souji's soul stored in it, which causes him to become weak and sickly while holding the sword.

You will get tuberculosis temporarily.

"Ahem!" Dazai Xiu coughed hard twice, then picked up the knife and walked towards the hospital.

He passed the main entrance and walked into the hospital.

It was indeed dark inside. Except for the faint light at the front desk, the rest of the corridors were like strange, devouring caves. It was so dark and silent that you could only hear your own footsteps clearly.

The person at the front desk should be a young lady, wearing a female nurse's uniform. She has no facial features or face. She just sits there and waits, motionless.

She raised her head very slowly.

"The emergency room is busy."

The muscles on her face squirmed in a very small way, making a cold sound.

(End of this chapter)