The Hundred Stories of Miss Ghost

In the dark, I do feel that there is a faint breath of Sakurai on a thread.

However, unlike the feeling of pulling the silk thread connected to Xiaotong before, this silk thread is as heavy as hanging a plumb, the consciousness sinks into it and tries to transmit the sound, but it can't hit any echo.

It's strange, what's going on.

I carefully observed the silk thread of faith in front of me. It was different from most other silk threads. It was not a bright golden color, but a dull red, and this silk thread was still looming, it seemed a little translucent.

Moreover, I was also surprised to find that this silk thread had a fork in a very far place. The origin of the silk thread diverged into two ends, one end floated towards me, and the other end floated high above the sky, with no end in sight.

Does this mean...Sakurai has another belief besides me?

I tried to look at the direction where the silk thread finally went, and I found that that direction was very similar to the direction of my home.

"Walk around, it should be my home."

"Sister, are you sure? Your home is far away from the school. If you make a mistake, it may be too late!"

"It can't be wrong, trust me!" After all, as long as I pay attention to the direction of the silk thread at all times, it's like a GPS navigation, it will take me to the location of Sakurai, that is, the thread will appear and disappear from time to time. A little annoying.

We sat in the car of Kazuha's family and tracked all the way under my guidance.My home is in Shibuya Songto, and along the way, we are indeed heading towards Shibuya.

However, after arriving around Shibuya, I suddenly found that the direction of the silk thread was slightly deviated from the direction of my home.

"Little Tong, tell the driver to turn left at the next intersection."

"Huh? Left? Okay, but that's not the direction of my senior's house..."

"I don't know either, just do as I say."

In the end, we stopped at a place that was a little strange, but a little familiar.

"Isn't this... the last place we secretly followed Sakurai and her last time?"

Yes, this is the last building we arrived at when we left Sakurai last time. We attended the bible study of a suspicious organization in it in a daze.

In this way, Sakurai seemed to have said at the time that she came here to see the art exhibition.

But... will there be my paintings here?

I confirmed it with Ning Meng, and she also made it clear that she has never sold her self-portrait, and it is theoretically impossible for her to live here.

Obviously, there are still unscrupulous companies in the building, and they are still working with bright lights.As can be seen from the nameplate at the door, the third floor of the entire building belongs to a gallery.

We carefully went up to the third floor, but found that the lights on the third floor were not on. There were huge picture frames hanging on the walls on both sides of the aisle. The light was too dim, and I couldn't see what was painted on them.

However, this place gave me a very bad feeling. The further I walked in, the lower the surrounding temperature seemed to be. The whispering voice echoed in the air. I turned back suddenly to find the source of the voice. He couldn't hear the voice again, but it seemed as if... he could feel the sight from the back of his head.

We finally came to an exhibition hall, which was lit with ambiguous warm yellow lights.On the wall facing us in the exhibition hall, there are three dome glass windows that look like church domes. They are sealed and cannot be opened, but you can see the neon lights of the commercial street outside the windows through the glass.

Sakurai is facing the window with his back to us, sitting at an easel painting.

"Be careful..." Xiaotong said in a low voice, she let out a breath, in the midsummer of August, the mist from her exhalation could be seen in the air, one can imagine how low the temperature in this exhibition hall is out of season degree.

Hearing the movement, Sakurai turned around, with a look of alertness and surprise on his face.

"Fake...how did you come out? There is also Kazuha and Sankayue...how did you find this place so quickly, my last painting...was almost finished."

From my point of view, I can just see the picture on the easel. The scene painted on it is almost the same as the place at this moment. The only difference is that Sakurai closed her eyes and leaned on the easel. She looked very much like me. The birdman with white wings and halo is slowly hugging her from behind.And the painting on the easel she was lying on turned out to be the same picture again, almost like an infinite loop effect.

"Hey, Shixi, that's enough. Stop thinking about it, and get out of here with us!"

While Kazuha spoke in a stern tone, he had already stepped forward and wanted to grab Sakurai's arm.

However, she couldn't get close to Sakurai, as if something was holding her feet, she looked down and saw blue and black handprints on her legs.

"Don't come near me!" Sakurai shouted loudly, "You are all guys who want to take me away from Ning Meng!"

"Are you looking for me? Am I right here?" I walked towards Sakurai.

"Fake, don't come here!"

"I'm curious where is your so-called real thing?"

"Hmph, you can't see it." Sakurai pointed to the dome glass window and said with some disdain, "They told me that since the one left in this world is a fake, then the real Ning Meng must have gone. The other side of the world, look, isn't she right there?"

I looked in the direction of her finger and actually saw something.

Through the dome window, what I see is no longer the night view of the city, but a lake, a lake bathed in twilight, and "I", on the trestle leading to that lake, look back to here.

Isn't this exactly the same as what I saw on Nanako's phone?

Chapter 23 Final Topic

Through the dome window, I seemed to see another world outside.

When I came back to my senses, I found that there was still a noisy city night scene outside the window.But at some point, a piece of drawing paper slipped from the wall and fell to the ground.

Sakurai picked up the painting and showed it to us.The picture is exactly the same as what I just saw through the window.

Her expression was frenzied and confused, "Did you see it? This is the real self-portrait that Ning Meng drew for me! As they said, she must be waiting for me over there!"

"'They'... who the hell is 'they', it sounds like it's not a good thing."

Sakurai was slightly surprised, then covered his mouth with a light smile and said, "They... aren't they all here?"

The tittering that had been faintly appearing around from just now suddenly became louder at this moment, and black human silhouettes appeared one after another in the picture frames hanging on the surrounding walls. They grinned and let out "Jie" together. Jie Jie" laughter.

"Oh, so 'they' are you little things?"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Before the words were finished, my thoughts instantly pressed the inch-deep handprints on the wall, and the laughter in the exhibition room stopped immediately.

"Hmph, those brats who just died a few days ago, weak chickens who can only play with sound effects and light and shadow, stop pretending to be fools with me here!"

I clenched my fists and showed a kind smile to those black shadows, and those shadows scattered away in an instant.

I turned my gaze to Sakurai Miki who was a little stunned, and shouted to her:

"Hey, Sakurai, do you really think that the painting in your hand was painted by the 'real Ning Meng'? Or, let me show you what the real Ning Meng would look like?"

I have given full control over my body to Ning Meng, and the painting in Sakurai's hand was released in an instant. At the same time, several paintbrushes on the easel and paints that Sakurai put on the ground also flew over.

The paintbrush is dipped in the paint in the air, the canvas is spread out in the air, and several paintbrushes are interlaced on the canvas at the same time.It took less than 2 minutes, and the paintbrush didn't make any major changes to the painting. It just added some details sporadically, which greatly changed the artistic conception of the whole painting.

The color of the lake is a deeper dark red like rust. There are people struggling in the water, but there are dead hands protruding from the water and dragging them down. On the shore where the lake water recedes, you can see the people who were washed ashore. bones.The body of the whale flying in the sky has become somewhat translucent, and through its skin and flesh, you can see the inside of its abdominal cavity, where there are piles of human bones that have not been eaten up.

I spread out this quickly completed painting in front of Sakurai, and then asked her: "Michi, you should be able to recognize it, right? Which one is more like 'Ning' before and after the revision?" Where's the painting of 'Dream'?"

Sakurai looked at the painting and was a little fascinated, "This... this seems to be Ning Meng's painting style..."

"Shixi, you seem to have said before that my painting style has a unique and distinctive texture, right? That's because most of my paintings are not drawn by hand little by little, but As you just saw, it was drawn by some supernatural means, so few people can imitate it. In fact, I first practiced painting, not only for personal interest, but also for the purpose of passing Painting only exercises my ability. As for the content of the painting? Maybe it’s easier for me to see the essence of things. Their so-called new world? I think the reality is just like this!”

Sakurai stared at the painting, blinking and blinking, with an expression of suspicion and hope, hesitating for a moment and asked: "Really... is it Ning Meng?"

"Of course, why don't you say that you mistook me?"

Sakurai's eye sockets began to gather mist, and she immediately turned her head away, not daring to look directly at me, and murmured something like "It's over, shame on me" and "Sister, don't you hate me?" The kind of chagrin words seem to have been completely believed.

This makes people feel a little too simple, as if they were planning to fight the boss but turned out to be just a slime.However, Sakurai is a very easy person to deal with. This is a guy who goes all the way to the dark. As long as one of her key cognitions is changed, she will easily go to the other extreme.

So, as long as you take Sakurai back quickly, this matter will be over, right?

Just as I was thinking this, I suddenly noticed something was wrong.

Sakurai's soliloquy stopped suddenly.

I looked at her immediately, only to find her staring straight out of the dome window.

Could it be that weird illusion just now?

I also looked at the window, but found that outside the window was still an ordinary urban night scene, full of feasting and feasting lights, and I could directly see various electronic signs flashing neon lights on the opposite building, and the lights of various colors staggered, and there was nothing unusual... …

Wait a minute, what just flashed across that electronic sign over there? !

It looked like a long paragraph of text, but the speed was too fast, beyond the speed of human reaction, I couldn't see what was written on it at all.

Do it again, do it again, just give me one more chance, and I can see the flashing text clearly.

And just a second later, that line of words appeared again.

But this time, it flashed in the lower right corner of the big screen.

The moment I recognized that line of writing, I realized something was wrong.

That line reads——

"Satan will change into your familiar image to tempt and deceive you, they are full of lies, please be careful.

"Your final lesson: Your friend has come to heaven, and you should come here to fly with her."

When I saw the last sentence, I rushed to Sakura, ready to knock her down immediately, but I didn't expect it to be a step too late.

"Senior sister, wait for me~" Sakurai murmured lines with unknown meaning, and rushed towards the dome glass with a smile and happiness on his face.

That window was a piece of glass, there was no room for it to be opened, and at the same time as Sakurai rushed up, the glass on the window suddenly disappeared without a sound.

The moment I saw this scene, I rushed out.Because there was a warning in advance this time, when Sakurai jumped over the empty window and jumped out, I also flew under her body within a few breaths, supporting her body with my thoughts.

Although we still fell from the third floor, under the buffer of my thoughts, we still landed steadily.

Before I could take a breath, Sakurai broke free with all his strength, and then rushed towards the busy road.

She passed out after I hit her on the back of the neck with a heavy Nianli hand knife.

Chapter 24 The Voice of the Whale

Criminal Usui is working overtime as usual today.

He had just received a report. The reporter said that in the downtown area of ​​Shibuya, someone jumped from upstairs!

However, what the reporter said next was somewhat incomprehensible. He then shouted in a terrified tone: "The person who jumped from the third floor suddenly started running again after falling unharmed! Then, she Fainted again... Then she stood up in a strange posture like a puppet and strode away!!"

This nonsensical description made Officer Usui almost start to wonder if the reporter had drunk too much or took some drugs.However, upon hearing that it was a fall from a building, Usui instinctively paid more attention.Recently, he has been investigating the "Blue Whale incident" that led to a large number of suicides among teenagers. Among them, there were several suicides by jumping off buildings.Although according to the reporter's description, it seems that there were no casualties, but just in case, it is necessary to confirm.

He drove to the scene of the incident, and when he got out of the car and came to the building, his brows frowned instinctively.

Peace of mind real estate building.

Here again.

If I remember correctly, there have been three suicide cases in this building this year.

Could it be...in some small circle that has become a resort for suicides?

This is why the Japanese are amazing. Even if they commit suicide, they still seek to go to a so-called suicide resort where many people have committed suicide. Perhaps this is the herd mentality of the Japanese who like to blindly follow others.

No one gathered to watch, and the reporter seemed to have left. Usui felt more and more that he was being teased by the person who made the false report.

Standing under the building and looking up, Usui suddenly noticed something strange.

The entire glass window on the third floor seems to have disappeared out of thin air.

how did you do that?There seems to be no sign of construction, and there seems to be no scattered glass shards around here?

Usui finally realized that something was wrong, he immediately looked around, trying to find any suspicious signs.

A voice drifted into his ears——

"Senior, can't you let Sakurai-senpai go?"

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"Huh? Why is this happening?"

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"So, you can't let Sakurai-senpai see those electronic signs?"

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"Just in case, just cover her eyes completely."

The voice...was very familiar, and the content... also made Usui very concerned.

He took two steps forward, walked to the intersection of a deserted alley, looked into the alley, and saw that Sanri Yuetong and another girl who had met a few times before were supporting a limp, sane-looking Like a girl in a coma, she looked suspicious.

Hitomi was startled when she saw Usui who suddenly came out of the alleyway. Police officer Usui looked at Hitomi and said hello, "Good evening, Mikazuki-san, it's a coincidence to meet you here. Excuse me... What are you doing?"

Xiaotong blinked and replied: "That... I'm sorry, it's one of our classmates... She was mentally stimulated, let's take her back."

"Could it be that he drank from a bar?" Police Officer Usui asked suspiciously (in Japan, teenagers drinking alcohol will be arrested by the police if they are found by the police).

Xiaotong quickly shook her head, "No, no, she is... that... broke in love!"