The Hundred Stories of Miss Ghost

Do you...do you want to continue to observe?

Chapter 40 The Weekend

Hitomi looks weird.

Ever since I moved away from her for a day yesterday, she started to look strange.

He always looked like he was frowning and thinking about something.

Even though I told her about the strange painting I found in Sakurai, which was very similar to the painting that my father mentioned to her before, she fell into a more thoughtful look after hearing it, Always absent-minded when talking to me.

And when I moved closer to try to attract her attention, she suddenly backed away reflexively like a frightened cat, looking at me with an instinctive defense.

…………

This...is a little bit hurtful.

I also once felt that we were already good friends who could talk to each other.

It's just that for some reason, our relationship seems to have returned to the initial stalemate.

And why there are several dormitories that I can't enter, the reason is that I also heard it when I was wandering around in the girls' dormitory.

It seems that the fact that my dead body appeared in the girls' dormitory was widely spread. Many girls felt very scared and hoped to give themselves some psychological comfort by asking for some amulets or something.And there is a classmate Takao whose family is said to be a temple, so he asked his family to send a lot of talisman papers written with the six-character mantra of Buddhism, and this classmate Takao thoughtfully distributed these talisman papers to those who are particularly insecure. Feeling students, let them stick in the room to drive away evil spirits and avoid disasters.

It is estimated that these students who got the talisman papers just for psychological comfort did not expect that these talisman papers are genuine goods at a fair price...

"Little Tong, someone is robbing you of your business, and I can't get into several dormitory rooms today!! If you don't fight back, the other party will monopolize the market for supernatural items in the school!"

"I don't want to seize any market... If this thing is really useful, I want to buy some..."

"What did you buy this talisman for?"

"Of course it's for the unexpected, in case..."

I narrowed my eyes, "What if... what?"

"In case that corpse comes to the door again, you can keep her out~" Xiao Tong said, looking away.

"Oh."

Well, the recent conversations are roughly like this, and it feels kind of indescribably awkward.

Friday passed so uneventfully.

At noon on Saturday, it's another week off.

At the school gate, Huashanyuan Youxiang grabbed Xiaotong's hand and cried, "Xiaotong, this weekend was a good time to catch Mochizuki-senpai's body. The monitoring equipment I ordered before arrived. It’s ready! But my father insisted that I go home because I didn’t pass the holiday last week... He said that if I don’t go back this time, I will deduct my pocket money for a month!! Woooo ...Little Tong, what should I do... Sure enough, I should not be bought by those mere small money, I should firmly continue to do a good job in the great cause of exploring spirits!"

Xiaotong smiled and said to Youxiang: "Let me inquire, how much is your pocket money for a month?"

You Xiang reported a number.

A crack appeared in Xiaotong's smile.

"I can go home for you." Xiaotong said with a smile on his face.

"But you are not my father's daughter." Youxiang sharply pointed out the problem.

After punching Chao Youxiang on the head twice, Xiaotong drove her into the car that her family came to pick her up, then turned and walked towards the dormitory.

I looked at the little Tong who was lying on the bed like a salted fish and playing with his mobile phone, and couldn't help but ask a question: "Student Tong, I would like to ask, are you not going home on weekends?"

"I don't want to go back."

"Then you are a school stayer? Then I would like to ask again, how do you usually arrange your weekend time?"

Xiaotong turned her phone over and let me look at the cross section. I saw three villains beating a tentacle-like thing with eyes, which looked like a mobile game.

"You usually play this on weekends?"

"Yup."

"Is there anything else going on?"

"Nothing."

"there is none left???"

I was stunned. Can human life be so barren?

"Xiao Tong, you hardly communicate with anyone at school, you usually only talk to ghosts that others can't see, and on weekends you hide alone in a dormitory with almost no other students playing mobile games, is it really okay for you to do this?? I feel like I can already see your future! Until the age of 50, I still can’t find a job and can’t get married. I just lock myself in the room and play games, and my mother comes in to bring you meals. Sometimes you still have to shout, 'Who let you in, old woman!'. You can't do this! You will become a useless person!"

"What's wrong with becoming a useless person? Why do people have to work hard? Why do people have to make friends and integrate into a certain group according to other people's expectations. In fact, I think the students in this school treat me as if I don't exist. It’s a good thing, because I don’t have to care about what other people think or think of me, and it’s more relaxing and worry-free.”

Xiaotong uttered the standard "declaration of useless people", lay lazily on the bed, and even changed his posture to continue playing games.

However, I always feel that what she said is not true.At least, it's not that she doesn't want to make friends. I remember that when Xiaotong thought I might hurt Huashanyuan Youxiang, she was very nervous.

"Little Tong, let's go, let's go out for a walk~ Isn't that student Oshima who has been in a coma and hasn't woken up? We can go and see if there is anything weird about her..."

"Senior sister, have you forgotten that you, as an earthbound spirit, cannot leave school?"

"...Oh yes."

The sudden realization that I couldn't leave the confines of the campus brought me a moment of indescribable loss.To be honest, although some weird stories on campus are very interesting, but thinking of being trapped in such a small place for a long time without being able to see the bigger world outside, it has to be said that it is a very sad thing. sad thing.

Xiaotong stared at my face, wondering if she could see something from my expression, she closed the mobile game interface, sighed faintly, got up and said: "Okay, senior sister, didn't you say Is that strange painting there? Let’s go then, let’s go to your dormitory, senior sister, to have a look, Sakurai-san should be gone on weekends, it should be safe~”

So, we headed towards Sakurai and I's room.

Originally, I wanted to continue to try to knock on the door to make sure no one was there, then I went in through the wall, got Sato-san's hand from the hole, and then opened the door from the inside.

But unexpectedly, after knocking on the door twice, the door opened from the inside.

Sakurai Miki peeped out an eye from the crack of the door, and when she saw Mikazuki Tong, she grinned and said, "Oh, rare visitor, why are you here, Youxiang?"

The corner of Xiaotong's mouth turned bitter suddenly, unexpectedly, he still couldn't avoid this neurosis.

She cleared her throat and said, "Hello senior sister, I heard that you have a painting of senior sister Mochizuki, I wonder if I can take a look, this painting may have a lot to do with senior sister's death. "

"Looking at the painting? Yes." Sakurai nodded, but then she said to Xiaotong playfully, "But, Hitomi-sister, that painting was almost given to me a few days before the last accident. For me, she probably hasn't told anyone, why do you...how do you know that I have a painting of her here? "

Chapter 41 Name

"You...why do you know that I have a painting of her here?"

As soon as Sakurai's words came out, Xiaotong's face changed, it seemed that he realized that he had said something wrong.Hmm... This may be my fault, because I kept telling her about the painting on the way just now, and she may have blurted it out subconsciously.

However, Xiao Tong seemed to be dazed for a moment, and then said very frankly: "Senior Mochizuki told me, didn't I say it before? I can see the spirit of senior sister."

Hey, is it okay to say it so directly?

A distorted expression of disgust instantly appeared on Sakurai's face, "Enough! You liar, I told you not to play your tricks in front of me again!"

Xiao Tong shrugged, "What I'm telling is the truth, believe it or not."

Alas, it is true, some people even if you tell her the truth, she will feel that you are lying to her instead.

It's just that the Sakurai in front of me is really something I have never seen before. Obviously in my memory, Sakurai-san is a cute child who will blush instantly and talk nonsense as soon as you talk to her.

It seems that everyone has a hidden second side.

Xiaotong then asked: "Excuse me, can I go in?"

Although his face was full of disgust, Sakurai unexpectedly opened the door.

Xiaotong said "Excuse me" respectfully, then walked into the room slowly, observing left and right.

Normally, most people would think that the bed on the right belongs to Sakurai, while the bed on the left belongs to Mochizuki. The reason is the same, because the bed on the right is obviously much cleaner and has a past traces.However, the real owner of the bed can still be identified from the items placed on the table and the signature of the exercise book.

Xiaotong could even scrape off a thin layer of dust from the left side of the bed with his fingers, so he asked suspiciously: "Sister Sakurai, didn't you sleep on your own bed?"

Sakurai said confidently, "I sleep in the next bed."

"...Although you can roughly guess it, I'd rather take the liberty to ask, what's the reason for sleeping next door?"

"Reason? Hey, no one would want to sleep on this bed of Mian's! Imagine being wrapped in sheets and quilts full of Mian's smell, wouldn't there be a feeling that Mian and she have become one? ?!"

"Oh, that's how it is." Xiaotong silently took two steps back away from Sakurai.

I was also shocked by Sakurai's bold speech. Sakurai-san...is he such a bold and unrestrained person?

It feels as if something has been missed in the past three years.....it's a pity.....

Silently walking away from Sakurai who exudes a perverted aura, Xiaotong followed my instructions and found the painting in the debris pile on the balcony, and then observed it carefully.

The content on that painting is consistent with what I saw before. "I" stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling mirror, stretched out one hand towards the mirror, and closed my eyes slightly, but the mirror was empty, and I couldn't see what should have existed at all. The reflection of "I".

"Sister Sakurai, is this painting... from the beginning?" Xiaotong asked.

"No." Sakurai denied. She looked at the painting from a distance, with a strange look of fear on her face, "I... am a little afraid of that painting. The first picture of that painting It was Mian who opened her eyes and looked into the mirror, but in the mirror her eyes were closed tightly as if she was in a deep sleep. And it turned out like this... It was after Mian died. The night I heard about Mian’s accident, I didn’t have a single night Sleeping, just laying on the bed in a daze, thinking how could a person like her commit suicide? I was in a daze for a while, and my whole body was in a trance. At a certain moment, when I suddenly raised my head, I realized that this painting was not I don’t know when it became like this. It is because of seeing this kind of thing that I firmly believe that Mian can never commit suicide! This is a supernatural event! The reflection of Mian with her eyes closed in the mirror in the painting is gone ! Could it be that this monster came out and killed Mian?!"

"I understand, that's why you, Sakurai-senpai, found Kyoka-san, and tried to hold a psychic ceremony, to bring back Mochizuki-senpai's spirit, and ask her about the situation, right?"

"Hmm." Sakurai nodded in agreement.

"Then I still have two questions. Is there anything wrong with Mochizuki-senpai in the last few days? Why did she give you this painting?"

"What's wrong? Does it seem happier than usual?"

"Happier than usual?"

"That's right." Sakurai lowered her eyes, as if she was caught in some kind of memory, "Many people think that she is a perfect superman, who can be kind to everyone, but in fact, that is an illusion, her nature is not like that at all. .Although, I have never seen her show her true "true nature", but...painting can't lie. She was a newcomer to the art department like me when she was in the first grade. After seeing I was shocked when she painted the first painting. That person...the inside of that person must be completely different from her appearance on the outside. There are strong emotions in her paintings, contradictions, loneliness, conflicts, and There is no doubt that she is a genius in that weird way of expressing pictures. I even suspect that the world she sees is different from what normal people see...

"In the paintings she drew in the past, the themes expressed were mainly emotions such as pain, hesitation, conflict, and confrontation. In the second grade, she successfully ran for the student council president, so she left the art department. After that, I seldom I saw her work again. Then, about a month or two before her accident, she suddenly came to the art department to draw during club time, and this painting was what she painted.

"I am quite familiar with her painting style, but this time, her painting is different from the previous ones. Although the picture looks a little weird, it gives people a very peaceful and peaceful atmosphere overall. It feels like she is smiling and looking at her in the mirror outside the mirror, and she in the mirror seems to be dreaming a peaceful and happy dream, which is completely different from the tearing feeling in her paintings before. She also seemed to enjoy the process of painting. Although she was very good at hiding her true emotions, people who knew her well could feel that she was in a really good mood at that time.

"To be honest, I'm actually very upset about this painting. Because after she finished painting, she always stared at this painting silently, as if she was looking at her dream lover. You Can a painting make me feel like it's my rival?? So one day, I saw her looking at the painting again, and I casually joked, 'Do you really like this painting so much? Give it to me Would you like it?', but she froze for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, I don't need it anyway", and then she really gave it to me. I still don't know what she was thinking."

"I don't need it anymore...?" Xiao Tong fell into deep thought again.

But at this time, I pointed to the handwriting in the lower right corner of the painting, and said to Xiao Tong: ""Meng と Mian" (Dream and Sleep), this should be the name of this painting, right? There were originally two people outside the mirror, and a coordinating particle was used between 'Meng' and 'Mian', so 'Meng' and 'Mian' should refer to the names of these two people, right? There is another person in it who is me So is this a metaphor that there is another 'I' and her name is related to '梦' (ゆめ, yume)?"

Xiao Tong suddenly frowned fiercely, she turned to Sakurai and said, "Okay, I've finished reading that painting, and I suddenly remembered that I have something to do, so I'll take my leave first."

"Are you leaving now? Don't you want to see her room?"

"Let's have a chance next time." After finishing speaking, Xiao Tong started to walk outside.

When she stepped out of the dormitory door, she heard a question from Sakurai behind her, "Going in such a hurry? Hitomi, you must have discovered something, right?"

"No, I really thought of something to do."

"Really?" Sakurai who was leaning on the door frame narrowed his eyes and said in a drawn-out tone, "Then if you find anything, you must remember to tell me."

The door closed behind Xiaotong, and I also asked Xiaotong with a puzzled expression: "Xiaotong, what's wrong?"

"Senior Mochizuki, repeat what you just said."

"...Xiaotong, what's wrong?"

"No, one more sentence."

"There is another 'I', and her name is related to '梦' (ゆめ, yume)?"

"Sister, what's your name?"

"What strange question are you asking, Mochizuki Nemu, of course?"

"Nemu...how are Chinese characters written?"

"In Chinese characters, it's 'mian' in 'sleep', Nemuri?" I said while raising my left hand, and gestured to Xiaotong in the air to write the word.

Unexpectedly, after I finished speaking, Xiaotong was silent for a long time.

"What's the matter, why don't you speak, the atmosphere is so dignified?"

Xiaotong said again: "Senior Mochizuki, you write...are you left-handed?"

"Eh? Is this..." I raised my hand and gestured casually, feeling that the left hand is indeed more comfortable, so I replied, "Hmm...it seems to be?"

"Sister Mochizuki, don't you think... the name 'Mian' is a bit strange? Generally, parents rarely give their children 'Sleep' and 'Eternal Sleep', which don't sound very meaningful, do they?"

"Then you have to talk to my parents, who knows why they gave me such a name? You are enough, you have been playing charades with me since the beginning?!"

Xiaotong didn't reply, but silently raised a hand and pointed to the door of my dormitory.

Next to the door of each dormitory, there is a nameplate of the students living in this dormitory. I saw that next to the door of my dormitory, the second line of the nameplate is "Sakurai Miki (Sakurai Miki)", so the first The nameplate of the line should be my name.

But when I looked at the nameplate, I was suddenly stunned.

Because it says—