I, the lord of ghost stories

After all, Chanel's mournful cry did not reach anyone's ears.

If Chana can still hear it, Maiko really wants to yell at her: It's no use giving up your life!

She really wanted to tell Chanel who climbed into the apartment that death is meaningless, and if she had the chance, she would definitely stop Chanel from seeking death.

But now it is too late to regret.

──Chicken, keep those messages safe.

As for Bian Channai's last request, Maiko was unable to fulfill it.

"Sorry……"

she whispered.

In the darkness, only the fluorescent-colored hands of the alarm clock move silently.

In 4 minutes it will be midnight.

Maiko sat up suddenly.

The broken mobile phone has been put in a small box and put in a drawer——she looked at the old computer that her mother gave to her after it was eliminated.

──Have you heard of "Hell Communication"?

This sentence was as clear as someone chanting in her ear.

──There is a website called "Hell Communication".

Chapter 240 Malice

I heard—at midnight, logging into that website, no matter what kind of grievance it is, it can help you resolve it...

No matter what kind of resentment it is.

Maiko seemed to be touched by this sweet and resounding words.

She turned on the computer, opened the browser, and connected to the search engine.

Hell communication──She typed out keywords on the keyboard, and then clicked the mouse.

Page not found.

"Why, still not?"

It's not the first time she's tried something like this...but every time it fails.

Perhaps, it was because of my doubts all the time.

But this time, she was serious and determined.

In any case, there is no way to return it!

The alarm clock on the table beats evenly in the quiet night.

She subconsciously looked at it, and the second hand was still about ten seconds away from zero.

The world Kane was trying to escape from—and the world that was now consuming Maiko—wouldn't be hell, if not hell.

Maiko closed her eyes and clicked the mouse again.

With her closed eyelids, she felt that the picture had turned into darkness.

In the room, a certain atmosphere suddenly changed...

That feeling for no reason.

"..."

When I opened my eyes again, it was no longer the search engine page with a bright background, nor was it the boring page of "page not found" just now, but a website I had never seen before.

It's dark and deep—it's like a dark night, a picture of complete blackness.

Suddenly, for a moment, she seemed to see a cluster of flickering flames flashing across the screen.

Then a white input field cuts out an opening in the black screen.

There is also a line of bright red words on it.

[Your resentment, I wish to resolve it. ]

"This is……"

Although the text on the black screen revealed a gloomy atmosphere, the "Send" button below seemed too life-like, and Maiko couldn't help being stunned.

──I heard that although you can ask "Hell Communication" to help you eliminate the grudge, but the requester himself will die...

This website and those rumors, it seems, are not just casual jokes.

As soon as Maiko thought of this, cold sweat broke out all over his body involuntarily, and the fingertips pressing on the mouse buttons began to tremble.

Perhaps the instinct to detect danger is warning yourself?

As long as you press this button, there is no way back.

──The resentment of the king, I wish to solve it.

"If you can...please help me, and Kanna...let's get rid of the grudge, please."

She said such a wish in her mouth, moved her tense hand several times, put it on again, and moved it to the keyboard.

She typed that name word by word, a name she would never forget in her life.

It was unforgettable, scars.

"Akimizu Sayoko"

After clicking the send button, the whole screen suddenly went black.

Maiko stepped back abruptly, staring with wide-eyed eyes—a dark scene that one couldn't help but wonder about the crash.

The screen was pitch black, and I couldn't read a word.

Maiko's face was reflected in the black screen, looking very sad.

When she carefully observed her own reflection like a self-mockery, she suddenly found a pale face behind her, and she couldn't help screaming.

Maiko immediately wanted to push away the chair and escape, but as if she was tied to the table, she stared blankly at the girl behind her.

The girl stood silently, almost touching the back of Maiko who was sitting facing the computer.

Her dark hair was longer than the sailor jacket she was wearing, reaching about her waist.

The face staring at Maiko was particularly white and conspicuous in the darkness.

Makoto recognized this face.

It was a rather inconspicuous classmate.

Zhen Yizi had never seen who she walked closer to, or said a word to others.Maiko only remembers that this classmate always sits quietly in her seat──

"Are you... Yan Moai?"

After racking her brains, she suddenly discovered that her impression of this classmate only stayed to this point——there was no more impression.

There are so many students in the class, but they all form a circle, big and small. Apart from the circle, there are very few common impressions.

However, it was really rare to see such a small amount of them——this made her suspicious.

Is it really possible for such a beautiful girl to be so unknown?

No, absolutely impossible!

This outstanding beauty is bound to become the focus of the crowd!

Maiko is not stupid, on the contrary, she is actually very smart - some kind of thought emerges.

Why is she here?

Besides, is she so pretty as she is often seen in the classroom?

Her skin is fair and translucent, and she has a pair of beautiful big eyes.

The beautiful face under the gorgeous black hair is like an exquisite Japanese doll that has been carefully carved in every small place.

Such a beautiful face, once seen, is absolutely impossible to forget - why is it so abnormal?

Maiko almost wanted to scream...it was an indescribable fear.

Yan Moai didn't care about Zhen Yizi's confusion, but just watched silently with calm and emotionless eyes.

At this time, Zhen Yizi suddenly realized why he had always felt something was wrong.

Pupil color!

Maiko's screams froze in her throat, and she threw her hands back on the table, trying to jump up from the chair, but froze before she could stand upright completely.

The door was locked from the inside, and of course the entrance door was also locked, and my mother was also downstairs.

"Ordinary people" shouldn't be able to walk in. If so, who is the person standing in front of her now?

Zhen Yizi's whole body trembled.

Yan Moai, who had been silent all this time, suddenly stretched out a hand.

She quietly handed something to Maiko, and said in a small breeze like voice:

"Please accept this."

Maiko lowered her head in horror, looking at the thing in her hand.

It was a little scarecrow.

It shouldn't be just because the room is too dark—the scarecrow, which seems to have an ominous meaning, shows a strange black tone.

There is also a bow tied around the neck of the scarecrow with thin red thread.

Zhen Yizi didn't know whether to accept or reject, but looked at Yan Moai's fair face in horror.

Her blood-red eyes in the darkness stared straight at Maiko.

"...if you really want to eliminate the grudge, untie that red thread."

Love spoke quietly.

"Untying this thread means formally making a contract with me, and the person you hate will be exiled to hell immediately."

"hell……"

Maiko murmured and repeated the word.

She felt that her heart, which was full of fear because of the abnormal situation, cooled down at an alarming rate.

hell.

──I will be very troubled if you make this kind of boring text message public.

——How can I let that kind of weak child who is bullied a little bit and seeks death stain the choir I have trained and my clean experience?

Even if Zhenyizi told others these words, even if others believed her words, there must be no way to punish the person who killed Chanel, right?

Except for the person in front of Zhen Yizi's eyes... No, maybe it's not a person.

"But... if you want to eliminate the resentment, you have to pay the price yourself."

Ai handed the darkened scarecrow to Maiko.

Start is a sink.

The scarecrow looks very light, but it is unimaginably heavy in the hand.

Zhen Yizi cautiously and fearfully grasps what Ai has given her.

She vaguely felt that there seemed to be a pulse in it.

Maybe it's your own pulse?Maybe it was because she was so nervous and scared that she mistook the lifeless scarecrow and thought it was a living thing.

Zhen Yizi missed opportunities several times because of lack of courage.

The option that frightened her now appeared in her hands again.

"If you harm others, you will end up harming yourself."

Ai stared at Maiko and said calmly: