I, the lord of ghost stories

Not feeling too little, but feeling too much.

"Is there something inside that I don't know about?"

His real name is Hisakawa Hiroto, and he has lost his job since the company where he worked went bankrupt.

He is not reconciled to being unemployed in middle age. He is not without talent—he has been in the industry for decades, and he thinks in terms of business management that he is far from comparable to young people.

However, it is useless. Dongying Club has always liked to train young people, gradually sharpen them, and integrate into the enterprise, and often full-time employees are employed for life.

An old outsider like him, with the habits of other companies, it is really difficult to integrate into it... Not to mention that he is actually too old, and many companies are unwilling to give him the treatment of a regular employee.

When he was in a state of desperation, he was introduced to this line by an old classmate who had not been in touch with him for a long time.

Unknowingly, three years have passed, and he has also experienced more than 30 official commissions.

However, this time, from the moment he took over the task, he was always a little uneasy.

"Where is the problem?"

However, this order is very important, and it was personally assigned by the superior.

Not only is the commission generous, but it also promises the prospect of becoming an official cadre.

This is very important to him, a middle-aged man who was once unemployed.

Chapter 290 Approaching

Hisakawa Yuto's thinking did not last long.

Outside the open car window, there is a green field and villages scattered among the fields. The small roads criss-cross each other, creating an idyllic scenery.

In the compartment, a young man seemed to be walking behind the car, holding a bag in one hand, lowering his head, and stopped near their seats.

"This position...is there already someone?"

The young man looked at the ticket in his hand, and said hesitantly:

"Excuse me... can I see your ticket?"

"Hey! How could we sit on the wrong seat!"

Hiroto Hisakawa took out the ticket subconsciously, and after confirming it, his face suddenly turned fierce, and he reprimanded angrily:

"Baga! Take a closer look at your ticket! Are you blind? This is obviously where we are!"

Japan has a strict hierarchy, which is closely related to gender, age, family relationship and social status.

The most important of these is of course class status, and the second is age. The elders teach the younger generations, the elders teach the younger, and the younger usually apologize and retreat.

In addition, gender is also an important factor.

Wives bow to their husbands, children bow to their fathers, younger brothers bow to their older brothers, and sisters bow to their brothers regardless of age.

Bow is not a formality, it means that the gift giver understands the rights of others, and the recipient also realizes that he has to bear the responsibility commensurate with his status.

When the baby is still carried on the mother's back, she will hold the baby's head down with her hand, and the toddler is taught to respect his father and brother from the time he is a toddler.

This has been passed down from generation to generation, forming a strict Japanese hierarchy.

As a middle-aged man, Hisakawa Yuto was naturally accustomed to this set of social classes, and loudly scolded the reckless young man in front of him.

Originally working in this kind of black industry, the work pressure was high, and Hiroto Hisakawa had to tense his nerves every time, and accumulated a lot of pressure as the number of times increased.

Now he was carrying a time bomb that was enough to blow up this carriage, which increased his psychological pressure even more.

At this time, a young man who misread the ticket bumped his head, and naturally vented all his bad attitudes at him.

Originally, under normal circumstances, the young man would immediately bow and apologize, but he saw the young man looking at them with a very uncomfortable look, as if... looking at two dead people.

He heard the young man whisper:

"So that's the case, I didn't sit wrong...that means I didn't make a mistake.

It seems that not all of you know me? "

know him?

Why do you want to know him?

Yuuto Hisakawa felt baffled, the sight of this young man made him feel very uncomfortable.

"What are you doing? Where are you looking for faults? Apologize quickly! I am the tiger of Yuying!"

At this time, sitting next to him in the aisle, the unscrupulous companion with dyed blond hair arrogantly yelled at the young man.

The conflict here attracted the attention of many people in the carriage, but no one came up to say anything for fear of causing trouble.

bell!

bell!

I don't know when, it seems that when the shrine maiden dances the Kagura dance at the shrine ceremony, the rhythmic sound of the Kagura bell echoes in my ears.

The uncontrollable blurring in front of my eyes, as if my consciousness seemed to be something tangible, quickly emptied most of it.

The remaining bit of sanity was glued together like glue, blended into a paste.

There was a plop, and there seemed to be the sound of a human body falling down.

Before his field of vision sank into darkness, what Hisakawa Yuto saw was the back of the boy who turned and left.

It was like the slight sound of the wind blowing through the bamboo forest, echoing in his heart.

Like a clear spring, the flowing words seem to carry some invisible and qualitative power.

"...This crime will be judged by Yan Mo."

For some reason, what he said in a calm tone made his whole body tremble involuntarily.

It's almost like... the feeling of standing on the Skytree Tower overlooking the earth after being unemployed... that kind of trembling feeling!

That feeling of embracing death.

It has a poetic ending with a kind of horrific poignancy.

In the end, he suddenly realized.

This is what... death feels like.

When he regained consciousness, the sound of splashing water came from his ears.

Other than that, there was silence.

Opening your eyes, you can see the dark sky in front of your eyes, and you can faintly see the dark sky.

In the surrounding air, there seemed to be some kind of hazy mist floating with a dim white light.

As soon as he wanted to get up, he found that his limbs were tied to the wooden boat layer by layer by metal chains.

It was a narrow wooden boat, not far away, stood a girl in black kimono, silent and silent, just lightly shaking the oars to carry the boat, sailing towards an inexplicable direction.

In the darkness, the swaying patterns on the long sleeves of her kimono exude a faint fluorescence.

"Excuse me... where is this?"

Hiroto Hisakawa made some money, and then found that it was impossible to break free, so he tried to ask the unusual-looking girl in kimono.

With white skin like snow, slender and smooth long hair hanging down his waist, his upright and beautiful figure was like a puppet, but it gave him a kind of majesty.

This made him use honorifics involuntarily when he spoke.

In the Japanese language, depending on the context and status, the same sentence can have seven or eight different tones.

What he subconsciously blurted out was a very respectful tone.

It's just a natural feeling, like facing a big man whose status is far above him.

"This is the tributary."

Originally, he didn't expect to get a response, but he didn't expect this beautiful girl in black kimono to speak slowly after staring at him silently.

"tributary?"

"A branch to hell."

In the faint darkness, there are many gloomy rays of light.

As the boat swayed gently, the girl in kimono ferryed gently at the stern, and it could be felt that the hull was always moving forward.

"Why? Am I here? Who are you?"

This girl has a pair of beautiful big eyes, and a beautiful face under the gorgeous black hair, like an exquisite Japanese doll that has been carefully carved in every small place.

She didn't care about Hisakawa Hiroto's confusion, but silently looked ahead with calm eyes without emotion.

At this moment, Jiu Chuan Yu suddenly realized why he had always felt something was wrong.

The pupils... are crimson!

She is not human!

Her blood-red eyes in the darkness stared straight ahead, inadvertently casting a glance back:

"You have committed a serious crime and will sink into the abyss of guilt."

The girl from hell spoke in a quiet voice.

"You will not be able to enter the eternal world, nor will you be able to go to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss. Instead, you will suffer pain and suffering, and sink to the bottom of the abyss of sinful souls, and you will not be able to be reborn...until your sins are considered to be redeemed, and you will not be able to disappear completely."

"My sin... yeah? I killed a lot of people. Is it true?"

Hiroto Hisakawa lay on his back on the boat, he could only see a gray and melancholy scene.

"You have committed a felony, not only you, but also others will come down to accompany you."

"Before you, your companions have already reached the abyss of sinners one step ahead of you."

The black long-sleeved kimono on her body was covered with chrysanthemum patterns, and her gorgeous black hair, which was as shiny and soft as satin, was gently draped behind her back, setting off her fair side face looking down at the man.

"Despise others, kill others, blaspheme the gods, indulge in sin, souls full of karma... you, will be sent to hell."

The murmuring sound was like a breeze, permeating the silent river.

There are countless poignant white floating lights hovering on the water surface, all over the deep and thick water surface.

"what……"

It seemed that he had encountered an extremely terrifying scene, and the voice contained the deepest fear, which lingered for a long time.

The boat swayed slightly, passed the huge stone torii gate standing in the darkness, and sailed into the inexplicable dark depths.

……

Yuu Sifengyuan tidied up his collar and packed his things, followed by two afterimages.

They followed a certain trajectory, separated from Sifengyuan Yuu, walked slowly along the flow of people, and finally gradually disappeared into the air...

After finishing the three of them, Sifeng Yuanyu's murderous aura calmed down slightly.

After leaving the station, after identifying the location, the goal is to go to a certain place.

There is a corner of the old street that is densely packed with alleys like microvessels, and the area that was uprooted by big developers and completely rebuilt.

The vast building land separated by barbed wire and fences has obviously just been redeveloped not long ago, and only this corner has a large empty hole in the old and dense street.

However, weeds have already begun to emerge sparsely on the desolate land preparation marks.On the kanban marking the construction plan, you can see the stains left by several wind and rain.

Sifeng Yuanyu carefully stepped over the debris piled up on the ground. At the entrance of the empty alley, he seemed to be waiting for someone. A young man in uniform seemed a little impatient. When he saw Sifeng Yuanyou, he took the initiative to greet him :

"You are Sifengyuan!"

His tone was calm and determined.

"I'm Taichi Nippori, you may not recognize this name... The Nippori family is a branch of the Kanda family."

Are you the criminal who snatched away the shikigami inherited from the family? "

He stared at Sifeng Yuanyou stubbornly, as if he wanted to kill Sifeng Yuanyou with his sight.

"Kanda... I seem to have the impression that it's that... Minji?"

Sifeng Yuanyu's uncertain voice made him furious.

"Huh? What's the meaning of this nonchalant tone? It's obviously taken away the hard work of several generations of other people's family... how much cherish it!"