I loaded the ghost talk game

Weird world.

Dreamland.

The two shikigami of the Kamiya family appeared in response to his call.

Kamiyagawa: "Uh... you two, why did you go last night? Why do I feel that you are depressed?"

Mary: ...

Prajna: "Tsk..."

Because he lost the fight last night, Hannya was not in a good mood. After seeing Kamiya, I remembered the origami bird again, and I felt even more upset.

She clicked her tongue, folded her hands in front of her chest, and took two steps faintly away from Shengu.

Kamiyagawa:?

What's wrong with this guy?

I messed with her?

I don't understand.

...

A brief rest for the team.

Kamiyagawa once again attacked the big head in the sky.

This thing is in extremely poor condition today, it can't even run, it's probably really going to die.

"Zashiki, wish me luck!"

"Hanjna, block its route with your powder!"

"Mary, uh... you keep the ground."

While commanding his own ghosts to fight, Kamiya silently recited "Use the god of my life to summon the god of nothingness, and use my own spirit to match the spirit of nothingness", and summoned Yin Lei.

The mighty water and thunder spread, and together with the white fat powder sprayed by Prajna, it directly hit the head.

After that, I saw the floating head groaning and falling, and the gigantic giant was breathing like a gossamer, as if there was only air in and no air out.

During the fall, it began to slowly decompose, turning into balloons of human heads.

Those balloons are also dying.

The outer skin made of nylon is easily broken, and the air is released, turning into a shriveled layer of dry skin, which falls to the ground and turns into fly ash and disappears.

"It's done?" Shen Guchuan snuffed out the flashing lightning in his hand, and raised his head.

Above the sporadic lights of the paradise, in the blue-black sky, balloons filled with human heads were all broken and falling.

Their weak wails gathered together, as if they were crushed and scattered in the wind, whimpering.

Very penetrating.

Countless balloons fell, and at this moment, Kamiyagawa's body was rising with auspicious red aura.

【Mirage cloth bag】There is a metallic buzzing and clanging sound from inside.

The bronze [Candle Monk's Blood Pump] shot out, shooting straight into the sky, and submerging into the largest cluster of balloons.

hum.

Mobile phone vibration.

The good news that Kamiyagawa has been waiting for for more than a week finally came——

[The big head is dead, get 730 soul crystals! ]

In addition, when the bronze blood pump flew into the air and slowly fell back into Shengu's hand, it also came with a crimson and transparent blood pump, which seemed to have a thick liquid tumbling inside.

[Obtain C-level strange talk heart blood! ]

"That's right, I got another C-grade one." Kamitanigawa put away his heart and soul with satisfaction.

This thing is a necessary material for making candles for shikigami to advance.

He still has two C-level hearts in his hand. In the future, Hannya D-level upgrades to C-level, and Mary C-level upgrades to B-level just need one each.

In addition, the operating mechanism of [Candle Monk’s Blood Pump] is——

The higher the rating of the killed ghost talk, the harder it is to extract the heart and soul of the opponent when it is dying.

At present, it feels a little bit reluctant to draw blood and pump C-level monsters.

Mainly relying on the good luck of Zashiki Doji, the explosion rate was guaranteed.

"In this case, it will be very difficult to collect the painstaking efforts of B-level or A-level strange stories in the future. I don't know if there is any possibility of upgrading this blood pump and increasing the explosion rate. Or, upgrade Fubao properly. Advanced, improve the effect of her good luck buff."

After collecting his hard work, Shen Gu thought about it for a while before he prepared for the rainy day.

When the death prompt popped up, all the head balloons in the sky had dissipated.

There were a few pieces of yellowed paper that were scattered by the wind and fell down.

"What's that? It exploded after the death of the big head?" Shen Guchuan stared at the sky, then turned his head, "Hannuo, pick those up."

The named purple and white undergarment quickly flew into the air, chasing the flying paper.

After a while, all the yellowed papers in the air were picked up and handed to Kamiyagawa.

[Get Itakura's Essay Autobiography (1)! ]

[Prop name: Itakura's Essay Autobiography (1)]

[Quality: No rating for special props]

[Effect: 1. If you want to be the next director, you should probably fully understand the life of the previous director. 2. Show the corresponding autobiographical chapters to the strange story mentioned in the autobiography, which may change the strange story's attitude towards you. ]

[Explanation: Who is a serious person to write an autobiography? The autobiography of Itakura Ryozo, former director of Nara Dreamland. There are four chapters in total, and what unexpected events will happen in Nara Dreamland after collecting them all. ]

"This thing... the autobiography of the former director? Is it related to the special task [becoming the new director]?"

Kamiya held a few pieces of yellowed paper in his hand, and read through the information provided in the phone.

After that, he simply arranged the paper in his hand to make his narrative coherent.

The above content is as follows -

My name is Ryozo Itakura, born in 1945 and living in Nara since childhood.

My mother died in childbirth.

It is also because of this that since I can remember, I can feel that there is a sad and thick wall between me and my father.

My father was an alcoholic.

I heard from others that this was a bad disease he contracted after his mother passed away.

After he drank, he often beat and scolded me for no reason. He called me a bad breed, and I could feel that he hated me.

Ah, in fact, I am also looking forward to it.

Normal father-son relationship.

The son grows up to be the pride of the father or something.

How wonderful.

I grew up with my father beating and scolding me for no reason until I was in high school.

I remember at that time, on the way home from school, I could often see many feathers on the ground.

Crow feathers.

Where I live, there are quite a lot of crows.

They are noisy.

Occasionally, on the way home, I would pick up some beautiful looking feathers, and without knowing it, I developed a hobby of collecting feathers.

I will put all the dark crow feathers I collected under the bed, and take them out to play with when I have nothing to do.

Later, I saw the crows flying across the sky and screaming, and I didn't think they were noisy anymore.

Just thinking about the fur under my bed and thinking about how soft the body of the bird must be from those beautiful feathers.

I decided to catch a crow.

Live.

I got a little ether out of the school's laboratory, and used the potion to make a bird trap with bait.

After several failures and improvements, I finally managed to catch a crow.

That was the first time in my life that I felt a sense of accomplishment.

At that time, the crow was quietly lying on my hand, and I suddenly felt a sense of shock, my heart was pounding, and my blood was spurting.

What I hold in my hand is a living life.

In fact, I originally planned to keep watching the crow and release it when it wakes up.

But when the crow really began to regain consciousness and struggled constantly.

By coincidence, I didn't let go of my hand, but held it tighter.

I just remember that the feathers on its chest fluttered and looked very attractive.

Slowly, the crow stopped moving.

Later, I disposed of the crow and left a feather as a souvenir.

From that moment on, I had a new hobby of collecting.

In 1963, I left school and started a small business. By that time, I had become adept at making a more potent anesthetic out of ether.

So I took on bigger game, first rabbits, then cats, then dogs and deer.

I am very talented.

I'm quite literally a genius at this.

It's a pity my father doesn't know these things, he can't be proud of me for it.

The time came to the spring of 1967, about this time, I don't remember clearly.

In our town, a housewife named Tomoko Kaga disappeared.

At that time, the police searched the town but could not find her. The people in the town spontaneously organized personnel to help find Ms. Kaga.

I also participated and searched with everyone.

Of course, nothing came of it in the end.

Ms. Kaga really disappeared, evaporated from the world. In the end, the town classified her disappearance as a hermit.

Haha, really interesting.

God hidden hahahahahaha.

The first time I heard the word from the townspeople, I ran back to my room, locked the door, and laughed so hard.

A few months after Kaga disappeared, my father found a wooden box in the basement of our house.

He opened the box.

Yes, how could he not open such a conspicuous strange box?

Inside the box he found feathers, animal paws, and a woman's finger with a wedding ring on it.

That was my collection and I showed it to my dad.

I think he should be proud of me after seeing this.

Why scold me, hit me, treat me like trash! ? why why why? (The handwriting of this sentence is distorted and obliterated)

Oh, right.

Father's fingers were really rough.

Change the update time, the next chapter will be updated before 12 o'clock in the evening.

I can't bear it anymore, the dog's life is at stake.