The Hundred Stories of Miss Ghost

Let's make a simple reasoning. It is known that the "Senior Mochizuki" in the mirror is Mochizuki Ningmeng, and Mochizuki Mian who is floating outside is being protected by Mochizuki Ningmeng, and the one who once gnawed at her like an octopus Mochizuki-senpai's body on the window ran away as soon as she saw Mochizuki-mian in the room. Excuse me, who is the evil mirror ghost story?

Answer: It is the corpse outside the window.

Then let me ask again, the ghost story in the mirror is obviously a ghost story, why did he run away after seeing Mochizuki Mian in the room? ?

At this moment, a strange idea popped up in Xiaotong's mind——

Could Mochizuki Ningmeng really "suicide"...

She killed her own body? ?

No no, that is not rigorous.It should be said that the strange story in the mirror attacked Mochizuki Ningmeng and occupied her body, but it never expected that there are such weird human beings in this world, who have the strange power to fight back after being sealed in the mirror. Being chased all the way and then falling to his death?

If I think about it this way, the protagonist of my psychic dream... I'm afraid it's not Mochizuki Mian who was in the room at the time, but... the strange species outside the window?

Because it was close to my room, I dreamed of her being chased by Mochizuki Ningmeng and being "killed".

It saw Mochizuki Mian in the room and ran away without hesitation. The reason was the fear it had brought to it last time?Explain that it did not expect to see her in that room.

Xiaotong's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Wait a minute, since that corpse didn't think that Mochizuki Mian would be in his room, then what is the purpose of it coming out of the window of his dormitory...

Is it by chance?

Or... its goal, from the very beginning, was...

Xiaotong raised her head, and in front of her was an intersection, where a wide-angle convex mirror stood, and her gaze stayed on that mirror.

From the mirror, she saw that there was a figure behind her.

A very familiar figure.

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boring.

so boring.

Super boring.

I'm so bored! ! !

Even though today is Sunday, it is a day of rest that is admirable!

Originally, I could have spent such a beautiful day with Xiaotong and her!

It can be like this!Like that!

but!

why!

I want to be here!

Spend a whole day with a monk!

So angry! !

I said to the bald man, "Hey, monk, are you here to play cards?"

The bald man shook his head and replied: "The humble monk doesn't know how to play cards."

"So, who can last the longest without blinking in the competition?"

"The humble monk admits defeat."

"Then what are you guys going to do! Find something to pass the time! Are you really sitting here all day waiting for Xiaotong to come back?!"

"Hmm... the humble monk knows a little bit about rock and rap."

"Um???"

"Why don't you sing the "Great Compassion Mantra" for the benefactor, how about it?"

"?????"

"Hey! Nan Wu He La Tan Na Duo La Ye Ye~~"

I don't know why, in the room where there are only me and this monk, and all the decorations are tattered like a tornado passing through, the monk sang the Great Compassion Mantra, which turned out to be a rap version of the Great Compassion Mantra.

It sounded pretty good, but for some reason, I had a premonition that if I continued to listen, I might go to heaven.

"Stop, stop!" I interrupted the monk's singing, pointing at myself and said to him, "Monk, take a closer look at my lovely face, do you really think I'm an evil spirit?"

The monk shook his head, "Whether it is an evil spirit or not, it is difficult for a humble monk to judge. However, even if the benefactor is not an evil spirit, wandering in the world is not a long-term solution. The right way is to get rid of obsessions as soon as possible and become a Buddha."

"Oh...it really doesn't make sense."

When will Xiaotong come back?

I stared at a shard of glass under my feet, and I could still see me with my eyes closed in the shard.

I'm actually quite curious about her in the mirror.

I thought it was an enemy who wanted to harm me, but I didn't expect to help me last time.

Are you the real Mochizuki Ningmeng?

For some reason, there is a feeling of sadness in my heart.

If she is the real Mochizuki Ningmeng, then who am I?

Is it a lonely soul that came from nowhere?

If I am no longer "Sister Mochizuki", can Xiaotong continue to be my friend?

Oh no, that's not true, we may never have been friends, because she never admitted it.

We are just watching and being watched.

So, who else is my friend?

Like Huashanyuan Youxiang, Ono Jinghua and the others, I know them, but they probably don't know me.

And like Saeki Saeko and Sakurai Miki, they don't know me, do they?It was the real Mochizuki Ningmeng.

It turned out that it was still the same as before, in fact, nothing had changed.

I looked at "her" among the shards of glass on the ground, so, are you my friend?

She closed her eyes and didn't reply to me.

At this time, there was a sudden loud knock on the door, accompanied by the urgent cry of Huashanyuan Youxiang——

"Xiaotong, Xiaotong? Are you in the room now?!"

Master Yixin said: "The benefactor Tong is not here today."

"Wait a minute, who are you?! Why are you in Xiaotong's room! And what is the talisman on the door! Open the door!" Huashanyuan Youxiang outside the door shouted.

"The humble monk was entrusted by the pupil's benefactor to guard the evil spirits here. This door cannot be opened for the time being."

"Evil spirit...? Is it Mochizuki-senpai's spirit?"

"perhaps."

"Just now on my way to school, Xiaotong suddenly sent me an e-mail without beginning and end, saying 'for me to tell Sister Mochizuki, please be friends with me', what does this mean?!"

Hey, did Xiaotong finally admit that we are friends?

When I first heard this sentence, I felt very happy, but Youxiang's next words took away the joy in an instant.

"...I thought Xiaotong's words were weird, so I wanted to call her to ask what was going on, but no one answered at all! What happened to Xiaotong! Where did she go today!"

Master Yixin and I looked at each other.

At this time, there was another hurried footstep outside the door, and then Kazuha Takao's voice sounded outside the door:

"Brother, I just heard something. President Mochizuki's body was found near Mochizuki's mansion in Shibuya..."

Chapter 56 Sister

My body was found?And... found it at my house?

Wait a minute, didn't Xiaotong mean today that she was going to my house to find clues? !

Did something happen to her over there?

My eyes stared at the bald man: "Hey, monk, is it not time for us to continue to spend time here? Something happened to Xiao Tong! Since you are here to get rid of spirits, there are worse and more evil ones." Why don't you get rid of it!"

The monk also had a troubled expression on his face, he shook his head and said: "The humble monk doesn't know what's wrong with the patron pupil, but if it is difficult to determine whether the lady is an evil spirit, let you go, I'm afraid... "

"You stubborn dead ass!"

All of a sudden, the dregs and debris in the room began to faintly tremble.

The monk immediately became alert, clenched the tin rod in his hand, and seemed ready for a fierce battle at any moment.

At this time, I suddenly heard an exclamation from outside, it was the voice of Youxiang from Huashanyuan.

"Hey, Xiaotong, you're back?! Are you okay? Why didn't you answer my call!"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I accidentally broke my phone when I came back."

Hitomi's voice came from outside the door, and my attention was immediately attracted by the outside, hey, did Hitomi come back safe and sound!

"What's going on now? Also, what's the meaning of the email you sent me?!"

"Email? What email? I haven't emailed you yet?"

"Look! Isn't this the email you sent earlier?"

"Huh? Strange, I... I don't have the impression that I have sent you this kind of email... At the time of sending this email, my mobile phone must have been broken."

"how can that be?"

"This email asks you to find Mochizuki-senpai... Hey, shouldn't it be, this is a supernatural email..."

"Spirit...spiritual mail?"

"Maybe... it's this evil spirit in my room trying to trick you into opening the door so she can escape."

"What kind of evil spirit is in the room?!"

"I'll explain this to you later, just wait a moment."

Listening to the conversation outside the door, an ominous premonition gradually rose in my heart.

Then, I heard Xiaotong's voice outside the door——

"Master Yixin, I'm Sanri Yuetong, I'm sorry to keep you waiting here all day."

"No problem, Hitomi benefactor, have you got any results from your investigation?"

"Well, yes. I went to Sister Mochizuki's home today to find out. As a result, I found that I might have been wrong before."

"wrong?"

"Yes, I talked a lot about Mochizuki-senpai's past with Uncle Mochizuki today. As a result, I found out that the real Mochizuki-senpai's character is not like the spirit in my room at all! Many, many things don't match Master Yixin, this is definitely not the spirit of Mochizuki Ningmeng! I think, she is probably trying to cheat my sympathy by taking advantage of the fact that I don’t know the former Mochizuki-sister but can see the spirit body , and then erode my body. If you hadn't come, Master Yixin, I might have..."

"Shut up! You are definitely not Xiaotong!! Who are you?!" I couldn't help shouting.

At this moment, I have no intention to pay attention to the monk in the room. The shock and uneasiness made my heart that had stopped beating suddenly and violently.No, this is not something Xiao Tong would say at all!Who the hell is outside the door now? !

"Master Yixin, please get rid of this evil spirit." The voice outside the door said unhurriedly.

"I understand."

Master Yixin got up with his staff and stood in front of me.

I glared at him, "Get out of the way! Baldy, can't you see that the real monster is right outside the door now?!!"

"No, I didn't feel any evil spirit from outside the door, but from you, Miss..."

The table and the wreckage of the bed in the room began to shake violently, as if something was beating them, making an irregular sound of "dongdong...dongdongdong...dongdong..." This depressing sound also It seemed to be the sound of my rapid heartbeat at the moment.

The monk took a deep breath, and slammed the tin staff in his hand into the ground, and the sound of ring bells echoed throughout the room.

It was as if a dull hammer hit my head, making me dizzy and numb for a moment, but the monk began to quickly hold various seals in his hand, and sang a word aloud every time he held a seal——

"Pro, soldiers, fights, those—"

If I was sober, I would probably recognize that this is the famous nine-character mantra. It originally originated from a Chinese Taoist spell to ward off evil. It was used by the Japanese Shingon sect to strengthen its power with handprints, claiming to be omnipotent.

If the previous vibrating tin sound was like a blunt blow, then every syllable at this moment is like a sharp object cutting my body. Even though I am not bleeding at the moment, I still feel the pain of being divided, which makes me My mood became increasingly irritable and tyrannical.