The Hundred Stories of Miss Ghost

At this moment, I seemed to hear the sound of "crackling" sparks igniting in the air. I saw blue veins popping out of Mr. Fukasawa's right fist, but he still showed a very forced smile and said: "Student Huashanyuan, Didn't you teach in school how to respect your teachers?"

Saeki glared at Youxiang, and then said to Fukasawa-sensei: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Fukasawa-sensei, Youxiang-san has always been outspoken, and she has no brains, so don't take her words to heart."

Mr. Fukasawa glanced at everyone in the activity room, sighed, pulled out a chair and sat down, habitually took out a hand in his pocket, and took out half a cigarette case. There were still students present, and they pushed the cigarette case back vigorously.

Saeki went on to introduce: "Because the ID '长く肉' has been active in the forum for many years, and has always been one of the administrators. Generally speaking, after graduation, the students of the school will hand over the forum administrator to The junior who is still studying, but the administrator of "Long く Meat" has never been handed over, so I wondered if the ID behind this is the teacher, and then I asked the students in the information department, and I found Mr. Fukasawa. And I also learned that the forum in our school was actually set up by Mr. Fukasawa as the webmaster when he was still studying at our school~ Mr. Fukasawa is also our old OG~”

"Please don't say the word 'old'?? I'm only 29!"

Youxiang glanced at Mr. Fukasawa sympathetically, then shook her head and said, "I'm 29, and I'm not married yet..."

Mr. Fukasawa took a deep breath, then clenched his fists and looked at Youxiang and said, "Are you trying to find fault? Don't think that your father is the school director so I dare not beat you up? My old lady was..."

"Back then...?"

"Hmph, forget it." Mr. Fukasawa turned his face away and said to Saeki, "Okay, I have already heard what Saeki-san said about the general situation. I heard that you want to know about the 'dance' that was very popular on the forum three years ago. The ghost story of 'mirror in the classroom'? Why do you want to know about that?"

"Because we suspect that the strange talk is related to the recent death of Mochizuki-senpai and the coma incident of two students two days ago!" When people wake up, we want to find clues about the past incident and understand the true nature of that strange story!"

"Oh." Mr. Fukasawa sighed again, "Is it another boring campus ghost story game? The kids these days really like this kind of thing... Let me put it first, I don't believe in ghost stories at all. I don't know how you can connect these two recent incidents with the incident three years ago. Let alone Mochizuki's incident, let's talk about the recent coma incident, just the hospital I heard It is said that because of burning an oily liquid of unknown composition in a confined space, it caused a lack of oxygen and slight gas poisoning to cause a coma. The problem is not very serious. I heard that a person has recovered for a short period of time. Consciousness, it is estimated that he will be discharged from the hospital in a short time."

"Eh? Really!" Jinghua suddenly became excited, "Is it Meiji?"

Mr. Fukasawa shook his head, "I heard that it seems to be that classmate named Sakurai."

"That's it..." Jinghua drooped her head in disappointment.

Fukasawa glanced at her and comforted her: "It's okay, the hospital said that the problem is not serious, and you will wake up in a short time. But... I heard that you burned something in the classroom that caused this incident Is it right? Is it because you are playing this kind of game of testing your guts? It’s a miracle that you haven’t been punished, but is it still going on now?”

Jinghua blushed suddenly, but Youxiang retorted dissatisfiedly: "Teacher, how can you say that! This time is really a supernatural event! Xiaotong really saw something supernatural!"

Fukasawa shifted his gaze to Hitomi, "Student Mikazuki? When I was making student files, I searched about you on the Internet. In short... I saw some bad rumors. So, only Mikazuki If my classmate said that alone, it seems that this testimony is hard to be trusted."

"Teacher, how could you be so..." Youxiang was about to say something, but was interrupted by Xiaotong.

"Mr. Fukasawa, it's unbelievable for us to say such a thing suddenly, so we don't want the teacher to believe our words right away. We just want to learn some information from the teacher. I think you don't mind, teacher. Let's play a game of spirit detection with the students, I think... Teacher, you don't seem to be completely uninterested in such supernatural things?"

"Oh?" Fukasawa-sensei raised his eyebrows, "Why do you think I'm interested in something like a middle school student's delusion?"

"Well, first I want to say sorry to the teacher. I used Jing Huajiang's account to check the speech records of the account 'Long く Rou' on the campus forum, and found that this account was unexpectedly very popular in the 'Campus Wei Tan Edition'. Active. Although this kind of activity refers to the fact that this account has been very persistent in clarifying various rumors in the ghost talk version, raising sharp questions about various rumored supernatural events, and trying to use very scientific and rational methods. Re-interpret the root of those ghost stories. So this account is always quite unpopular in the ghost story, and is treated as 【扬げ脚を取る人】(those who criticize, roughly equivalent to "bar essence"). But I think, so Desperately wanting to refute rumors, can this be called another form of 'interest'? So, just to prove that everything we say is false, teacher, can you provide some What do you think of 'scientific truth'?"

Fukasawa-sensei frowned for a while, then "hummed", and said, "I didn't expect Sankayue, you are usually quite silent, but you are actually quite good at sophistry, is it because of this that you are called... ……”

As if realizing that Youxiang was accumulating anger, Fukasawa didn't say the word "fraudster", but just shook his head, and said, "Forget it, what do you want to ask?"

Xiaotong asked directly without hesitation: "Teacher, I heard that the last child named Lingmeng was sent to the hospital. Have you seen her?"

Fukasawa slowly shook his head, "No, it was summer vacation and I was not near the school. When I went to the hospital the next day to find the child named Reimu, I was told that the child woke up in the middle of the night Sneaked away, no one knows where she went. I only saw the child in the surveillance of the hospital and the school, and the photos in the memory card of the camera left on the campus. But, I don’t know Did the child do it on purpose? The camera seldom captures her face. In addition, she wears a baseball cap with the brim pressed down very low, so it is very difficult to recognize people from these shots and pictures. However, at least it can be confirmed that there should not be a student named Reimu in our school back then."

Youxiang immediately asked: "Then, when they sent her to the hospital, didn't the doctor notice any problems? For example... What kind of mark was left by the spirit body, or... High fever, fever or chills all over the body?" Symptoms like being possessed?"

Fukasawa Asayuka rolled her eyes, "I asked the doctor, and there was no such thing at all. The child is said to be just in a coma, but..."

"only……?"

Fukasawa bit his lips, and said in a tone of disbelief: "The doctor said at the time that the child murmured some interesting sentences like talking in sleep during the coma, for example, 'It's so cold', 'It's so cramped, where is this', 'Let me out', 'Why am I...in the mirror'."

Youxiang immediately guessed, "So, it really is that the thing in the mirror switched places with her, the real Reimu entered the mirror, and the thing in the mirror entered her body?"

Mr. Fukasawa shrugged his shoulders with some disdain and said: "If we reason according to Reimu's words, maybe so. But there is another possibility, that is, Reimu directed and acted a scene himself, and wanted us to reason Come to such a conclusion. Those questionable photos can be forged through PS, she can completely prepare and edit the whole story and photos in advance, and then pretend to be on-site experience to send out, which is not difficult.”

Youxiang had a preliminary understanding of why this Fukasawa teacher was called "Gang Jing" on the forum. Her eyebrows frowned into a Sichuan shape. She found her phone, flipped to a certain video, and turned the screen to Fukasawa said: "Then, teacher, have you seen this video? This is the surveillance at that time. These luggage are suspended in midair out of thin air and follow Reimu. I was walking and chatting with Reimu with something, and Chao Yan-senpai mysteriously disappeared. If this video is also forged, what is the principle of this?"

Fukasawa watched this video for a long time, and rewinded it several times, but couldn't figure out how to do it for a while, so he could only forcefully explain: "This...maybe it is made of some kind of very thin silk thread that cannot be seen clearly. Hanging, either some visual illusion was used... or this video was edited in post!"

I was floating in the air, watching them arguing with great interest, but I felt that they were talking a little bit off topic, from what is the true face of the strange talk about the mirror in the dance classroom, to the incident three years ago. How to realize artificial deceit.

I leaned closer and looked at the picture of the object floating in the air and moving forward on the screen of the mobile phone. For some reason, I suddenly had some sense of déjà vu.

Hey, I seem to have seen this picture very similar, and...it seems to be a while ago.

Wait a minute, isn't that the same as when Xiaotong and I first communicated, when she wanted to cheat and attack me, a seventeen-year-old senior sister?

At that time, the desks and chairs in the classroom seemed to be lifted by an invisible force, and that force could throw the desks and chairs like cannonballs.

At that time, the one who used this ability should be me in the mirror, right?

Is this the ability of the thing in the mirror?

Does this have anything to do with the events of three years ago?

At this time, a slightly terrifying imagination suddenly appeared in my mind.

Perhaps, the child named Reimu really came to the school alone, as it was captured on surveillance. In her eyes, it might be a lively and energetic senior talking to her while holding luggage. , maybe it's just an unidentified object that ordinary people and surveillance can't see. It is using this invisible force to lift the luggage and create a fantasy dream.

Chapter 33 Patients with poor interpersonal relationships

"very strange."

Another day of club activities, Huashanyuan Youxiang was sitting at the square table in the middle of the room, flipping through several yellowed booklets, making doubtful sounds while flipping through them.

"What's wrong?" Xiaotong asked.

"During the division of labor last time, didn't I say that I could investigate the matter of the senior sister named 'Linghua' who was said to have died in the dance classroom? According to the time stated in the post, it was about ten years ago So I called some OGs of the alumni associations who were still studying at this time, and it turned out that no one had any impression of the name 'Ringhua'?? Then I asked them Does anyone know about the student suicide incident that happened in the dance classroom that year, but they all said they didn't know.

"So I borrowed the name of my father's school manager and took the student list from the archives. As a result... I really didn't find a student named 'Binghua' or 'Ewha'? I I thought it was the wrong time and year, or that a pseudonym was used in the post, so I carefully studied the photos on the student roster of that year, and it turned out that I couldn't even find a bunch of twins!"

"Hmph, isn't this just a classic rumor?" Mr. Fukasawa, who was also sitting and drinking tea in the folklore research activity room for some reason, said, "That's what the so-called campus strange talk is about, 'I have a friend So...', 'I heard from my seniors...', these are all stories made up by some unfounded friends, who actually connected this kind of thing with Mochizuki Mian's suicide and the two students who fell into a coma , you are also full of imagination."

"Teacher, you are so annoying. Aren't you the instructor of the computer department? Go to your computer activity room for tea!"

Mr. Fukasawa turned his head to take a sip of tea, and said: "I just saw that some ignorant students were indulging in those absurd campus rumors. As a teacher, we should teach students to stay away from rumors and carry out club activities in a healthy way." to watch over you."

"Tsk... You hang out in the supernatural version every day for the so-called 'rumor dispelling', and now you come to our club activities, don't you... Mr. Fukasawa, you really like this kind of stuff, right?"

"Get out." Mr. Fukasawa cursed, "How could I like this kind of thing, it's better to say that what I hate the most are these so-called ghost stories."

Subconsciously, she reached into her jacket pocket and took out a corner of the cigarette case. After looking around at the people in the room, she hummed again, "It's fine if you don't welcome me, I'll go upstairs to smoke a cigarette."

"Hey, bad teacher! Wait a minute!" Youxiang stopped Mrs. Fukasawa, and asked with her unfriendly gaze, "Ms. Fukasawa, when you were studying at school, it happened to be the time when this new club building was built. At that time, did you hear any strange stories about dance classrooms or mirrors?"

"No." Sensei Fukasawa opened the door and left a sentence before going out——

"At least, not about the dance classroom."

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When the sun was setting and the club activities were about to end, You Xiang didn't find any useful clues.

Not only did she carefully check the student roster of that year, but she even turned two years forward and two years backward, carefully identifying each person one by one, and finally came to the conclusion that there were indeed no twin students enrolled in the school in those few years. .

"How could this be? Doesn't this mean that the content of this post by this 'Smurfy Ghost' is completely fabricated?" Youxiang scratched her hair with both hands and complained.

It seems that today is still a day of nothing.

After the club activities, I followed Xiao Tong all the way, watching her eat a sumptuous dinner with greedy eyes, and then followed her slowly on the path back to the girls' dormitory.

In fact, as a boarding school, our school still has a lot of activities at night. For example, the library and self-study room will be open all the time. Those who like to read and want to pass the university entrance exam can go there. Some subject teachers will guide students there. Studying, in addition to the choral team, the activities of the astronomical club, etc., some sports clubs will continue to postpone the club activities.Generally speaking, as long as you return to the dormitory before nine o'clock, there will be no problem. After all, the dormitory will be locked after nine o'clock.

However, Xiaotong, of course, has nothing to do with the campus activities full of youth and excitement.As a staunch return home party, she always walked straight towards the girls' dormitory after eating. This scene really made people cry.

I patted Xiaotong on the back sympathetically, and conveyed a look of "I'm still with you" to her.

"I don't know why I always feel that Senior Sister, your gaze is particularly unbearable..."

"Your delusion. By the way, Xiao Tong, haven't you tried to change the misunderstanding that other students have about you? Is your psychic ability real? Why don't you get angry when you are called a 'fraudster'? "

Xiaotong shook his head, "I think it's pretty good now. If I insist, I'm just a half-hearted psychic user. I only have the ability to summon psychics, but I don't have any means to eliminate them. If a student hears You are a psychic user, and if you ask her to summon a spirit to talk to her, then a large number of people will come to you and want to experience psychic communication. If you really invite evil spirits, the consequences will be unimaginable .”

"That's true, interpersonal relationships are really complicated. If you refuse the other party and say that you can't help her with psychic communication, she may say later that you look down on her with arrogance~"

"Indeed, it's really troublesome. Thinking about it this way, I suddenly feel that you are really amazing, senpai. At present, I know that almost all the people who knew you before they were alive have not praised you. There are also Sister Saeki and Sakurai-sensei. Sister, I can also see that their relationship with senior sister is quite deep. Sometimes, I would wonder how you managed to make everyone like you, senior sister."

"It's actually very simple. It's just that different people wear different masks. Show care to those who yearn for warmth, talk about abnormalities with those who hate everyday life, and show talent to those who admire genius. As long as you can see the needs of the other party, Properly choosing your own image can make the other party feel good about you, this is the magical first impression~”

Xiaotong touched his chin, showing a strange expression.

"Sister, are you also a patient with interpersonal maladaptation?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Because... I think that if you are polite to everyone and hold the proper distance, then maybe this is not sociable, but just polite and withdrawn? Although you can make everyone I like you, but you also keep a distance from everyone. Senior sister, have you ever shown your sincerity to anyone?"

For Xiaotong's question, I really thought about it seriously, and one of the answers rose in my heart almost instantly.

"Then maybe... there is only me in the mirror."

I smiled and replied to Xiaotong.

Chapter 34

Xiaotong was lying on the bed in the dormitory, flipping through the campus forum with his mobile phone.And I was poking at the statues of gods, large and small, on her desk one by one.

Christian statues such as Jesus and the Virgin Mary, Tantric Buddha statues such as Dainichi Tathagata and the three-headed and eight-armed King Kong, and statues full of Shintoism such as Ebisu, Fengshen Raijin, Inari Fox, etc. There are also several statues written The guardians of "elimination of evil", and even the statues of the Jade Emperor and Sanqing from China, are really complete in variety. No wonder other students think that if she is going to open a shop in school to sell these things.

And after I tried to get in and out of the body of each statue with my fingers several times, I said firmly to Xiaotong: "Congratulations, Xiaotong, the ones you bought are all fakes, none of them are right for ghosts." It's useful~"

Xiaotong sighed, and said: "I bought cheap things from small vendors on the roadside or on the Internet. I didn't expect them to be of much use. I just tried my luck. And so many statues are placed on the Together, it is quite deterrent, even if it is useless, it should be able to scare those spirits so that they cannot get close."

I giggled twice, and replied: "I really don't know why you, as a priestess of the shrine, would have such disrespectful thoughts to the gods. Please keep these things of yours and don't let the sister in charge see them. Otherwise, in monotheistic Christianity, you would be charged with "idol worship", one of the top ten crimes. By the way, which god is enshrined in your shrine? Is there a statue of your own god in it? If your god saw that his maiden had collected so many statues of other gods, would he be so angry that he would kill you?"

Xiaotong shook his head, "There is no such thing. I don't know if there are any gods in other shrines or Buddhist temples, but at least there are no gods in my shrine, or I have never seen or heard of them. Suppose that If there is a god, then he must be a very bad god."

Seeing that Xiaotong seemed unwilling to say more about this, the discussion about the god statue ended here.

Bored, I approached Xiaotong, and found that she was still intently browsing the contents of "School of Strange Talks".

Due to the relationship between Xiang and Mr. Fukasawa, she also got an account with the authority of the "Li" forum.Originally, I thought that both her and I had the word "月" in their surnames, so I just chose a forum nickname related to "月", but she rejected my suggestion, and instead filled in a "マルクス (Marx) "Such a weird screen name.

When asked why she chose such a strange name, she only replied, "This is the name of my cat".

"Have you gained anything from watching it for so long?" I asked casually.

"Yes." Xiaotong nodded, and began to explain to me as if she was sorting out her thoughts, "First of all, the [Chaoyan] account has been active from the first time it made a speech, to the last post she posted, and the A total of almost a year has passed. During the almost one year, she often appeared in [School of Ghost Story], and she is a very familiar ID in this forum.

"And in her usual posts, at the beginning, most of them were just supernatural phenomena, such as [No.13 Staircase], which said that Mr. K fell down the stairs and fell to his head and died. After death, if you count the steps while walking the stairs in the middle of the night, there will be an extra floor at the end, and the last floor is Mr. K's body, she will hold your feet and make you fall together; For example, "The Piano Sounds at Midnight", it is about S-san from the classical music department who is about to give a piano solo at a music report. She was nervous and practiced late the night before the report, and she was sickly and congenital. She had a heart attack and fell down on the piano because of a sudden heart attack, but because of her obsession with the report, even though she died of illness, the sound of the piano did not stop, and it echoed every night after that..."

I shuddered when I heard it, "It sounds a little scary, so what then?"

"Later, what she posted was that she actually went to some places where there were rumors of supernatural rumors to go to some places where there were rumors of ghosts. The mirror in the dance classroom] these two. Because she posted a lot of photos, such as the photo of a mannequin chasing after her in the biology laboratory, it looks really scary, so many people believe it, and [Dance Classroom mirror] Not to mention, it is basically the most clicked post in the supernatural edition."

"So?" A question mark appeared on my head, "I don't quite understand what you mean, what does this mean?"

Xiaotong pursed her lips, and said in a tangled voice: "I just feel a little strange, because the truthfulness of these strange stories, or the degree of horror, seems to be gradual. The first [No.13 steps], comments and There are very few clicks, and most of the students' comments are not very trustworthy. I also saw the account of Mr. Fukasawa below, saying that she tried it herself at night, and the number is still [-]th, and there is no more. , and the school never heard that a person named Mr. K had an accident. When it came to [The Piano Ringing in the Midnight], although there were still many people who said it was fake, some people really replied that they saw it on the Internet. The piano is playing by itself, and it seems that S-san is also real. When I arrived at [Mannequin of the Biological Laboratory], the reply said it was real, and more people I had seen it with my own eyes, and some people even posted A new photo of the mannequin encounter. As for the last one, although there are almost no people who have seen it, [Chaoyan] disappeared directly, and Mochizuki-senpai probably died because of it... How should I put it, I I just feel that it seems to be too regular..."

I nodded again and again, "I understand what you mean, just like when playing an RPG game, the monsters encountered by the brave when they first go out are the weakest, and they become stronger as they go, and they can always meet monsters that match their level. like a monster~”

"It's like this. So this makes people feel that all these events have been arranged, as if... an experiment is being carried out... However, this may just be me thinking too much... ..." Xiaotong frowned deeply, trying to find an explanation.

I heard something else in Xiaotong's description, [mannequins in the biology laboratory]... Does this have something to do with them?It seems that I have to ask Sato-san when I have time to see if he knows a person named [Asagao].

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It was late at night, and the bright moonlight came in from the window, reflecting on Xiaotong's peaceful sleeping face.

I heard that she used to wake up in nightmares because of psychic dreams.Now it seemed that, thanks to some blessed cross, I could finally sleep well for a rare occasion.

I floated quietly in her room, looked at her sleeping face for a while, and planned to talk to the three monsters in the experimental building after a while.

However, when I was about to leave, I suddenly saw Xiaotong's brows furrowed tightly, and the hand on the quilt suddenly clenched the quilt tightly, the whole body curled up unconsciously, and even her breathing became short of breath.

Is this... another nightmare?

Suddenly, I noticed that her sleepy eyes, which were originally illuminated by the silvery moonlight, were suddenly covered by a layer of shadow.

I suddenly looked up at the window of the room, only to meet a pair of blood-red eyes.

Behind the glass, I saw a human figure lying on the windowpane in a strange pose.

Hey, did my shadow in the mirror suddenly open its eyes?

No, wait a minute, I realized in an instant, this thing...has a shadow.

Chapter 35 Chasing and fleeing

Under the moonlight, I was able to see clearly that the face lying on the window glass was very similar to mine, so at that moment I mistakenly thought it was my shadow in the mirror.

wait, no...

That's not like my face, that's my face!

It's just that "she" looks a little scary and not human-like at the moment. This is the third floor, but the human figure outside the window is clinging to the edge of the window in a strange way like a spider or a gecko, with one hand and one foot distorted in an almost impossible direction.She was not wearing the uniform of our school that I was used to seeing in the mirror, but a white dress like a shroud.