The Hundred Stories of Miss Ghost

"I just want it. Is there any reason? Didn't we often exchange paintings in the past?"

"It's okay if it's just for collection, but...my instinct tells me that you don't seem to just want to use it for collection. What do you want to do?"

"What you want to do has nothing to do with you, a fake."

"Hey! Sakurai, did you organize the Blue Whale Game? Did the people you drew on the portraits here die because of you?!"

Sakurai said indifferently: "The organizer? The organizer is not me. Believe it or not, I'm just collecting materials."

"Materials??"

"Yeah," Sakurai said with a blush on her face, she couldn't help laughing, "Don't you think these pictures have an indescribably shocking beauty? It's like cherry blossoms blooming in an instant and then withering quickly, Beautiful things bloom the most beautiful moments in such a short period of time. Another example is the spirit of bushido, which seeks spiritual perfection through death, and death is like returning home. This is the national character of the Japanese. Therefore, Such a picture couldn’t be more beautiful, maybe this is the pinnacle of my work. I really want to show these paintings to the real Ning Meng, and then tell her, look Ning Meng, I’m almost there Your position is now~~"

Sakurai was really crazy.

Both Ning Meng and I agreed on this point.

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(Procrastination, the result is that the code word code has reached this time...)

Chapter 20 Resurrection Ritual

"So, just for your so-called 'resources', do you just watch those people die and do nothing?"

Sakurai seemed to be indifferent and said: "I think everyone has the right to choose their own life or death, and it's hard for others to say anything. Besides, the participants in this game, before participating, knew that this is a suicide game Yes, they already have the idea of ​​dying, but their fear and survival instinct prevent them from taking that step. Even without this game, they are very likely to make the same choice one day in the future Yes. This game only gave them a little push."

Sakurai's indifferent tone made people feel angry, and I (and Ning Meng) couldn't help asking her: "'It's just'? You guy, what do you think of human life?!"

Sakurai lowered his eyes, as if he was suppressing the incomparable sadness and said: "As expected, you are definitely not Ning Meng. If the real Ning Meng were to be, he would definitely not ask such a question."

"Speak as if you know me better than I do myself."

"Of course, I have such confidence. Perhaps no one in this world understands Ning Meng better than me. She looks kind and easy-going, and can be gentle with everyone, but that's just an appearance, that guy She should be a narcissistic guy in her bones, she only looks in the mirror when she has nothing to do, and I’m afraid she has never cared about anyone in her heart. Whether other people live or die, I think it doesn’t matter to her. Top At most, he would say something like 'Ah, this is so sad'! However, it is precisely because of this that that guy has that indescribable charm, that kind of attitude of watching the world with cold eyes. The feeling of being away..."

I broke out in a cold sweat, and asked Ning Meng in my mind, "Did you play this kind of character?"

"In the past... maybe there was a little bit of it?"

"........."

Well, I can only say that Sakurai seems to have a little understanding of Ning Meng in the past, but she is stuck in the image she imagined and cannot extricate herself.

I also have no intention to explore Sakurai's views on Ning Meng anymore, I am more concerned about another issue.

"Hey, Sakurai, you said that you are not the organizer of the game, but why are you so clear about this game? Then why can you appear at the suicide site of the game participants every time, and then carry out your so-called ' Taken from '?!"

"this is very simple."

A distant smile appeared on Sakurai's face, she began to lift the sleeve of her left arm, and I realized that she was still wearing long-sleeved clothing in this hot summer.

As she gradually pulled up the cuffs, I saw that under her cuffs, there were criss-cross scratches on the skin of her left wrist, some were scabbed, some were still glowing with fresh blood, and some had become like The one dented like a caterpillar is enough to show the depth of her strokes.

What surprised me even more was that when she continued to roll up her sleeves, I saw a whale pattern carved with a knife on her left upper arm.

"Of course it's because~ I'm also a participant in the game, so of course I know the progress of my fellow students' 'projects'." Sakurai replied nonchalantly.

"Shixi, you...why?"

"Of course it's because Ning Meng is dead, so what's the point of my life? I've had this thought since a long time ago. This world is empty and boring. There is no Interesting thing, it seems to be gray to me. As a result, at this moment, I saw Ning Meng's painting, ah... the alien feeling conveyed from the picture seems not to be human , but a god looking down at the world coldly, seeing all kinds of bizarre scenes. I was thinking at the time, this person must understand my feelings, and if I am with her, I will not be bored. Then I saw Ning Meng, although it was slightly different from what I imagined, but sure enough, her core was exactly what I expected, mysterious and dangerous, but I wanted to get close like moths to a flame. But... ...But... Such a person is dead, dead?! Can you understand, can you understand my feelings?!"

"It's understandable. It's probably the feeling that the secondary illness in middle school still hasn't healed in high school. I feel that the world is empty and empty, and I will over-beautify a person at will. I feel that it is the object of destiny. Only she can understand myself. These are all the characteristics of secondary illness..." I calmly complained, "By the way, Ning Meng has been embarrassed to hide because of your wonderful and embarrassing description."

"Hmph, so you are a fake! How could the real Ning Meng behave like this!"

"Once it doesn't fit your imagination, it's a fake. To put it bluntly, what you like is just a phantom made up by your own brain. Tell me something more practical, what is 'contemporaneity', and what is 'project progress'?" What is it?!"

Sakurai gritted his teeth and became impatient, "Why should I answer your fake question! Not to mention that you might be the evil spirit that killed Ning Meng!"

"You can almost guess from the literal, 'project progress' refers to the task to be completed every morning, I heard that you will die after completing as many tasks as possible. And 'concurrent'... that is to say , the organizer will put a few people who participated in the game together to form a group? Let the participants see that there are other similar people, that they are not alone, and get emotional support. At the same time, when everyone does this, Several people supervise each other, so the participants will tend to be consistent with others due to group pressure. The idea is very good, but if several people are in a group, if one of them does not want to die, will he betray? What if the information in this group is leaked out? Or, what if I pretend to be a game participant and get in, and then call the police after I understand how it works?"

Sakurai shook his head, "No, it's impossible. As long as you join this game, you will definitely die. There will indeed be people who regret halfway and want to escape, but... there will be 'graduated seniors' to deal with this people."

"'Graduated senior'... I can probably imagine what it is. But, Mi-hee, since you already know that you will die if you play this game, do you want to continue? If you help us find the organizer ..."

"The result was set from the beginning. When the summer vacation started, I wanted to find ways to enhance my inspiration. I bought psychic props, attended psionic classes, and participated in Bible studies. It didn't work. Then I came across this game, and the person told me that just by playing this game, my inspiration will increase greatly. And, although the outcome is fixed, the way of death can be chosen by me. I learned A ceremony, only need my own self-portraits of Ning Meng and some auxiliary materials, I can exchange identities, let Ning Meng's spirit revive in my body. I will die, and Ning Meng will be in my body Su Sheng, the two of us will merge into one in the end! Isn’t this like fireworks blooming, like a samurai’s seppuku, the most gorgeous and gorgeous way to die?! But the result! You are a fake!!”

Only then did I understand what Sakurai wanted to do, to revive me in her body?It's a good thing she can think of such a thing, didn't she ask for the consent of the person concerned first? !

"It looks like your ceremony can't go on. Give up early, and you might still be saved."

"Hehehehe..." Sakurai laughed very perceptively, and muttered in his mouth, "No, giving up is not my creed."

"Hurry up and graduate from Secondary School..."

I was just about to say something more, when suddenly, there was an inexplicable gravitational force pulling me, like a powerful eddy current, and like a super huge vacuum cleaner, I was involved in this gravitational force, It was then sucked into a brown container.

Isn't this the jar that brought me here just now?

Sakurai seemed to have a huge face that had been magnified many times and appeared in the mouth of the altar above. She said with a gloomy expression, "The fakes will completely rot here, and I will go to welcome the real Ning Meng back."

Then, the mouth of the altar was firmly sealed with something.

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(Changing a bug, the painting that Sakurai said to be exchanged before, add a limit and change it to "exchange self-portrait")

Chapter 21 Altar God

I am now in the friendship cos Djinn.

Or, to say that the lamp god is not accurate, it should be said... the altar god?

It sounds a little weird.

Forget it, now, as long as there is someone who is destined to open this jar for me, then I promise to fulfill his three wishes!

Of course, it is my wish that I am capable and willing to realize, and the final interpretation right belongs to me.

I hope someone with predestined relationship can come quickly, otherwise my promise will turn into kicking the ass of the first person who opened this jar in a short while!

I don't know which company produced this jar. The quality is so good that it can't be broken by the force of thought inside.

This is probably the common sealing props in those legends, right?I really don't know where Sakurai got such a thing.

At this moment, I can truly understand the feelings of so many seniors who are said to be sealed in various lamps, bottles, jars, and even rice cookers.

Damn it, if only I had Nanako's cell phone with me!

Because the mobile phone is a real thing, a mobile phone floating in the air is too eye-catching.So I usually put the mobile phone in Xiaotong's clothes pocket, because it is basically attached to her body, and I rarely have time to act alone, but this time something happened!

Think about it, is there any other way to get in touch with the outside world!

shout loudly?Useless.This is Sakurai's territory, and the guys outside probably won't be able to hear the ghost's voice.

Come up with some supernatural phenomena?No, my ability has no way to penetrate this jar and directly interfere with things outside.

Can we just resign ourselves to fate?

I was suddenly a little scared, would this jar have the effect of the purple gold gourd and jade purification bottle used by the Golden Horn King and Silver Horn King in Chinese legends, turning the contents into pus in a short time, that would be terrible It's just too scary.

Although I don't feel this way yet, time can't be delayed!

Huh, wait a minute?I suddenly thought of a new way of dialogue that I just discovered recently, but so far I have hardly used it.

That was the way I unconsciously let Huashanyuan Youxiang hear my voice that day when I was in the hospital.

That is... the so-called oracle, which transmits my voice through the channel of faith.

When I was in the hospital that day, I was planning to go back and study this new ability, but the sudden incident of Nanako falling from the building was so shocking that I almost forgot about it.

I closed my eyes, shut off all my perception of the whole body, and devoted all my thoughts to the silk thread of belief.

Hitomi, which one is Hitomi?

I remember that when I was chopping that tree, the silk thread from Xiaotong fell into my hand.

Ah, found it.

I held the silk thread, cleared my throat, and said solemnly——

"I am the God of the Moon, but you are a priestess serving God? Tell me your name."

"...?"

There was no sound coming from the other end of the silk thread, which made me feel a little panicked. Could it be a failure?Or can this jar even block the connection of faith?Or... this connection is one-way, so you can only say that you can't listen?

So, I increased my volume and said:

"Miko! Answer my question! Do you want to turn a deaf ear to the oracle?!"

"Senior sister, what are you messing with... Don't try to play tricks, this voice sounds like you. Hey, it's strange, where are you? Why didn't I see you?"

Well, the good news is that this thing can indeed contact Xiaotong, and it is a very powerful way of contact.And the bad news is...why didn't I see a little bit of respect for me from Xiaotong! !

"What is pretending to be a ghost! I am a god! I am the god of your shrine now! As a witch, shouldn't you show some respect to the great god?!"

"... (Sigh). Forget it, senior, come out quickly, I don't have time to play hide-and-seek with you, have you returned from Sakurai-senpai?"

"Okay, let me tell you the truth, I need help urgently now! I am calling you in the form of an oracle! Come and save me!!"

"???"

After quickly explaining the process to her, Xiaotong finally understood some of the situation.

She immediately made a decision and said: "The place where you are now is the art gallery run by Sakurai-senpai's house, maybe you won't let me in. I'll go find Takao-senpai! She is familiar with Sakurai-senpai and ask her to take me past!"

"Come on quickly, ah~~ My feet have melted away, woohoo, come on, I won't be able to hold on if I don't come~~"

Xiaotong really didn't dare to delay, she immediately contacted Kazuha Takao, and then the two rushed to the "Spring Snow" art museum at a fast speed.

In fact, the imagined blockage did not happen.The people in the art gallery didn't seem to know what their eldest lady had done, seeing that they were friends of the lady, they let them in directly.

Xiaotong and Yiyu soon stood in front of an unremarkable jar with a talisman on it.

"Hey, senior sister? Senior sister, are you in this jar?"

No echo.

Xiaotong felt anxious, and without any care to be cautious, she raised her hand and grabbed the talisman, tearing it off forcefully.

A smoky figure emerged from the jar's opening.

The figure opened his mouth and said: "Ah, child, thank you for breaking my seal. In order to express my gratitude, I will be able to grant your three wishes. Come on, child, tell your wishes~ especially sexual ones Wishes, I don't even mind increasing the number of wishes in this regard to ten~"

With a dark face, Xiaotong said coldly: "Didn't you say that your feet are going to melt off? Why do I think you are very energetic now, and you are still in the mood to make such a joke?"

Yiyu carefully checked the altar and the talisman on it, and then said: "This looks a bit like the sealing props of the Pure Land Sect, and it should be mainly about sealing. Even if it has a little effect of purifying the spirit, it is right A guy like Ning Meng who has become a god should be useless."

"That... this is just to give you a sense of urgency..." I replied with a guilty conscience, "Besides, the situation is really urgent! Now Sakurai has gone to nowhere, but she is holding on to death. You want to perform the ritual to revive me in her body! You have to find her quickly!"

Yiyu heard what I said from Xiaotong's mouth, and couldn't help clenching his fists a little anxiously, "Ning Meng, where do you think Sakurai might have gone now? Is there any clue?!"

"Well, I guess there is. Sakurai said that the resurrection ceremony required me and her to take a self-portrait of ourselves. I guess that ceremony may be similar to a kind of voodoo, which is to use a self-portrait to refer to the person. And this time When Sakurai asked me to take a portrait... I had some premonitions, so I drew it very perfunctorily. It seems that the one I drew this time must be useless. However, I don’t know if this self-portrait will be useful for the time for painting. There is no limit, because in the past...'I' also painted a few self-portraits. I think Sakurai may have gone to find those paintings."

"Where are those paintings?!"

"One or two, in my father's and me's home. There are still a few more, probably still on the Holy Trinity campus, in the ministry classroom of the Art Department. Do you think there is a greater chance of her going?"

Chapter 22 Gallery

"According to the logic, it should be more likely to go to school?" Yiyu lowered his head and thought, "After all, Shixi is crazy about Ning Meng, and the activity room of the art department in the school should be owned by two people. A place of shared memories, right?"

"That..." I turned my head, shifted my gaze and said, "We used each other as models for sketches in the studio on the second floor of my house, um...the kind...the kind with very little clothes on ...Is this also a shared memory?"

Xiaotong gave me a hard look, then blushed and relayed my words to Kazuha.

Why are you staring at me!I'm just an innocent backer!If you want to blame, blame Ning Meng!

"Cough..." Ning Meng coughed in my head, and explained vigorously, "I'm studying painting skills, okay. When drawing a human body, it's difficult to grasp the bones and muscle lines without looking at the real thing!"

"Okay, you say yes! Next time you have such a good thing, remember to call me! I also want to improve my painting skills!"

"........."

Yiyu also felt speechless after hearing what Xiaotong said. She glanced at Xiaotong and asked helplessly: "Then what should we do? Let's split up? Go to two places?"

Xiaotong lowered his head and thought for a while, suddenly seemed to think of something, suddenly raised his head and said to me: "Sister! Since you can communicate with me in a way similar to an oracle, can you use the same way to communicate with me?" Kami Sakurai? Compared to me, she should be your fanatic believer, right!"

"That's right, why didn't I think of that!"

I immediately closed my eyes, and began to look for the thread of faith that came from Sakurai.