I loaded the ghost talk game

The smooth and cheerful tunes in the brass music box made Masanobu Itakura a little distracted for a while.

Before he could fully react.

Snapped--

The box, which had just been unable to be pried, opened by itself.

A plastic doll slowly rose from inside.

It is about 30 centimeters tall, the image of a ballerina girl.

There are many music boxes on the market. When opened, there will be a small puppet inside, spinning and dancing to the music.

This extra-large brass music box is probably of the same style.

The girl in the box was wearing a white torn tutu, the hem of the skirt was covered with dark red stains, it was hard to tell whether it was paint or dried blood stains.

The music of "Puppy Waltz" became more and more cheerful.

The girl in the box keeps spinning.

Dance, dance.

Masanobu Itakura stared straight at the dancing girl puppet, feeling a little weird for no reason.

In a trance, he seemed to hear the sound of weeping and crying in the joyful music.

Soon, a waltz ended.

The doll girl in the box suddenly swayed its plastic body, lifted the broken skirt with both hands, and mechanically bowed to Itakura Masanobu in a twisted manner, as if the curtain was ending.

Wait for the doll girl to twist and lift her body again.

Itakura was horrified to find that its eyes were crying blood!

The eye sockets that were originally filled with plastic were empty at this time, only the two dark rounds, with black and red blood pouring out continuously.

Dirty, fetid liquid dripped onto the brass box and spilled onto the floor.

The sudden change made Itakura Masanobu sit down on the floor in fright.

Wow——

There was a rattling sound.

The ballerina doll fell into the box.

The hinge handle on the right side of the brass music box began to rotate by itself.

The cheerful "Puppy Waltz" was played again, this time the tune seemed to have been changed, it was faster than the last time, more joyful, but also weirder.

The doll girl in the box did not rise again.

The inside of the opened music box was pitch black, and it was impossible to see what was inside.

Masanobu Itakura seemed to hear slight moans and sighs coming from inside.

"Um--"

The groaning in the box got a little louder, and it was confirmed that it was not an auditory hallucination.

Bang!

The brass music box wobbled.

Something came out of the box.

It was a pale hand, with no blood visible, and the nails were blackened. Stretched out from the box, and clinging to the edge.

It's a person!

There is a person in the box!

Although the brass music box is indeed large, it is far from big enough to accommodate the next person.

Itakura was terrified, and his remaining rationality told him that he should run away at this time.

But it can't be done, it can't be done at all.

Her feet felt weak, as if she didn't belong to her, and she could still feel a fishy warmth inside her pants.

Where has the grandson of Itakura's parents seen such a terrifying battle since he was a child?

He was so scared that he lost control.

Bang! Bang!

The brass box continued to shake, and the cheerful waltz continued to sound.

"Well--"

The audible moan grew louder.

Moreover, at this time, what protruded from the box was not just hands.

Masanobu Itakura saw the loose long hair, the head, the bare feet stained with blood, and the broken white tutu.

is a woman.

A woman in a tutu, crawling out of a brass box that doesn't fit half her size!

"Don't! Don't come here!"

Itakura screamed.

His legs were still unbearably unable to exert strength, and he couldn't stand up from the ground, so he could only move backwards with his hands curled up in horror.

But it didn't take long for him to move back.

Snapped!

The woman who crawled out of the music box grabbed his ankle with her hands.

The woman still has a third of her body in the box, and her upper body is completely leaned forward.

She is surprisingly strong.

Itakura only felt that his ankle was about to be crushed.

rattling rattling.

The woman twisted her body stiffly, and there was a crackling sound of bones colliding on her body.

"It hurts……"

she said so.

"Don't! Please, don't!" Itakura wailed incoherently.

But the woman in the box showed no mercy.

She exerted a little force, and the board warehouse on the ground was dragged like a dead dog, and slid out towards the horrible brass box.

"I'm in so much pain..." the woman moaned.

There was another sound of bones colliding and breaking.

But this time, the voice didn't come from a woman.

But from Itakura's body.

He was horrified to find that his fingers and his limbs began to twist into completely unreasonable and terrifying shapes.

pain.

The heart-piercing pain spread throughout the body like an electric shock.

"Did you feel it? It hurts..."

The woman asked Itakura.

She's completely on top of Itakura now, and she's pulling Itakura towards the box...

Jingle bells—jingle bells—

The handle of the music box keeps turning, and the cheerful waltz resounds continuously.

It was also mixed with Itakura Masanobu's painful groans and wailing.

Wait until the waltz is about to end.

Itakura's body was completely twisted and stuffed into a brass box.

Only his right hand was left, still stiff, tightly clasping the outer edge of the box.

In the next second, Itakura's five fingers loosened and fell into the box weakly.

Snapped!

The music box is off.

All is at peace.

Only the strange brass box was left, quietly placed in the entrance of Itakura's house.

After a while, even the music box disappeared.

In the Itakura Villa in Naniwa District, it was as if nothing had happened.

...

in a few days.

A logistics transfer station in Osaka.

A tightly packed package was carried by two couriers and loaded onto a courier van.

"This thing... um, it's so heavy! What the hell is in it? It feels like this package is as heavy as two adults."

The courier put the package into the carriage and looked at the logistics information on it.

The sender column says, Rin Iijima.

The recipient column says, Itakura Kichizo.

Wait until the express car starts.

There seemed to be a slight noise in the package in the carriage.

Jingle bells—jingle bells—

The next song "Puppy Waltz" will be played at Itakura's house somewhere in Osaka.

...

real world.

National Hualing High School.

Today is the last day of the semester, and the school has organized a final exam.

After Kamiya finished the last math test, he walked out of the classroom with a swollen head.

As he walked, he sighed in his heart: "The knowledge points in high school are really a bit difficult."

On weekdays, Kamiyagawa spends most of his time and energy on ghost talk games and daily exercises, and allocates very little time for studying.

Basically only in school will I find time to learn some knowledge.

But even so, his grades have improved a lot compared to "before", and his current grade is probably at the middle level, ordinary and inconspicuous.

The results of the final exam of this semester are estimated to be similar.

Of course, if Kamiyagawa wanted to, he could do better in the exam.

For example, call out Prajna and help him look around for answers in the examination room.

But this is just a final exam, even if it really fails in the exam, Shen Gu feels that it doesn't matter.

"Forget it, forget it. The vacation will officially start next, and I still have a lot of things to do."

Kamiyagawa walked down the teaching building alone with his bag on his back.

When I was waiting to change my shoes, I opened the shoe cabinet and saw several pink envelopes inside.

Another love letter.

Japanese high school students stuff love letters in shoe cabinets, which is considered a traditional art.

When Kamiyagawa was in school, he would receive a lot every now and then.

"It's so popular, it's really distressing."

Kamiya sighed so narcissistically, and casually put away a few love letters without opening them, and stuffed them directly into the bag.

When he was packing up the love letters, the purple and white undergarment's Prajna outlined his figure from his side.

Probe curiously.

After seeing the whole stack of envelopes in Shen Gu's hand, he sniffed and shook his head again, and disappeared.

"This guy……"

After receiving the love letter, Kamiyagawa took out his phone and saw a Line message on it.

It was sent by a girl named Keiko Kido in the next class.

This girl added Shengu's Line a month ago, and then insisted on sending him "good morning" and "good night" messages every morning and evening, and occasionally shared a little bit of daily life.

Kamiya saw her messages, but basically couldn't read them back.

He usually doesn't have much time to reply to other people's Lines, and socializing also takes time and energy.

Generally, except for the messages sent by Onizuka Kiri Hotaru, Kamiyagawa will reply when he sees it, and he will not respond to others.

There is no one-sided communication like this without a response, and most people give up after trying for a few days.

But this Keiko is different, she has persisted until now.

[Keiko: Student Kamiya, can you come to the artificial lake? I have something to tell you. ]

[Keiko: If you don't come, I will... wait here for you all the time! ]

"Tsk, trouble." Shen Gu looked at the message and just shook his head.

The artificial lakeside of Hualing High School is a holy place for confession and dating.

On the last day of the semester, I invite the opposite sex there, and I can know what the other party wants with my ass.

"Girl, confession is not a charge to launch an attack, but a horn for final victory. You can't take me down like this."

Kamiya turned off the phone screen, but after changing his shoes, he still walked towards the school's artificial lake.

This girl named Huizi was a little too persistent, and she looked like she would not give up if she didn't hit the south wall. If she refused in person, it would be good for both of them.

...

Artificial lake.

The afterglow of the setting sun is cast on the lake, and the water is rippling.

A girl in a sailor suit, short skirt, and knee socks was standing nervously by a fence.

She was holding an envelope in her hand.

The edge of the envelope was wrinkled because he unconsciously pinched it too tightly.

This JK girl is naturally Keiko.

The child's complexion is a healthy wheat color, and he has the temperament of a high school hot girl.

She specially put on exquisite full makeup today, and also wore daily disposable color contact lenses, and carefully curled her hair to match her already pretty face.

To be honest, it's pretty nice.

I don't know how long I waited.

Keiko finally saw someone walking slowly along the stone road of the artificial lake.

Wearing a clean white shirt, his complexion is fairer than boys, and he has a lazy temperament.

Casual, when bored, the eyes are not very bright, like dead fish eyes. But in Keiko's eyes, it is also very attractive!

That's right.

It's Kamiya-kun.

He came over after receiving his Line!

Keiko's little heart was beating so hard that it felt like it was about to jump out of her chest.

"That, that! Next, good afternoon, Mr. Kamiya!" After Kamiya approached, she hurriedly greeted her, almost biting her tongue in a hurry.

"Ah, it's almost night now, isn't it?" Kamiyagawa stood still in front of the girl.

"This...isn't the point?"

Keiko was a little confused, but soon thought of what she should do now.

In one go, like she had rehearsed many times before, she lowered her head and reached out, handing the envelope in her hand to Kamiyagawa.

"Kamiya-kun, I like you! I like you very much! Please date me! This summer vacation, I want to invite you to go to the beach together. I, I bought a very sexy swimsuit..."

The more the girl spoke, the lower her voice became because she was shy, and finally her hands trembled slightly.

Shen Gu silently listened to her finish, sighed softly, then stretched out his hand, and returned the envelope in Keiko's hand without too much force.

"Sorry, I can't agree. You are very nice, Kido-san, but not my type." Kamiya rebuffed casually.

Although she had prepared herself to a certain extent, Keiko still felt extremely frustrated when she was rejected in person.

She lowered the hand holding the love letter in frustration.

Beside Kamiyagawa, Mary, who did not know when she would appear, also loosened her grip on the machete in satisfaction.

"If there is nothing else, I will go first. I wish you a happy life."

After seriously rejecting the girl's wishes, Kamiya was ready to open up.

"Wait, wait a minute!" But Keiko didn't give up, and stopped Shen Guchuan again, "Can you tell me? What kind of girl do you like, Mr. Shen Gu?"

Kamiyagawa: ...

You may not believe it, but I like very capable players...

Although I thought so in my heart, it seemed weird if I really said it, so Kamiya simply said nonsense:

"I like girls who are very smart and good at school, the kind who are guaranteed to be admitted to Waseda in college."

"Guaranteed Waseda!?"

"Can't it? I'm fine with this."

"Of course it's possible...then I...then I..." Keiko thought for a while, and with her grades, she could only rank in the middle or lower in an ordinary high school like Hualing.

If she really loved studying, she wouldn't spend so much time dressing up on exam day and confessing her love to her sweetheart.

"So, if you really like me, please study hard. Come on, girl!"

While Keiko was still in a trance, Kamiya turned around and waved goodbye.

As the co-lord of ghosts and gods appointed by the above, he thinks that ordinary people's youthful campus love is destined to miss him.

This Keiko classmate is neither the kind of strange talk like Hannya or Marie, nor is she proficient in the art of exorcising spirits like Onizuka Kiriying. If she really gets too close to Kamiya, it will definitely not be a good thing for her.

As for "If you love me, take the Waseda test", of course it is nonsense.

How can a top-level institution like Waseda University be so easy to take the exam.

And even if a miracle happens, if Keiko has divine help, the god of learning Kinjiro Ninomiya possesses her body, and she really goes to Waseda University.

After entering that kind of institution of higher learning, her vision will be broader and she will meet many outstanding people.

At that time, the "Kamiya-kun" whom I liked when I was young, will definitely be nothing.

"And if she really went to Waseda, then I should be doing something good, right?"

As Kamiya walked, he laughed helplessly in his heart.

At this time, Keiko, who was frozen in place, finally came to her senses.

She looked up, only to see the back of Kamiyagawa, stretched very long and far away under the afterglow of the early autumn sunset.

It seemed lonely and inaccessible.

"It doesn't matter if you lied to me... I will study hard, just watch, Kamiya-kun!"

The girl clenched her fists and made up her mind.