I loaded the ghost talk game

Ghost Mazda all the way west.

Encountered buildings along the way, or all other vehicles chose to hit them directly, and shuttled through these obstacles like phantoms.

Kamiyagawa sat in the car and naturally became part of the phantom.

When the ghost car passes through people's houses or overlaps with other vehicles, he can even see ordinary people lying or sitting in the room or on the car.

Of course, ordinary people cannot detect the existence of the hearse group and Kamiyagawa.

Even because [Ghost Acceleration] ignores volumetric collision characteristics, even if these people are hit head-on by Mazda, there will be no abnormalities at all.

Kamiya was very interested in riding a hearse for the first time and crossing roadblocks in various ways.

Sitting in the back row of the car, it took half an hour to observe the scenery along the way.

Later, because Oishi Toshima drove very steadily, Kamiyagawa even took out [Takatahara Shinjuku] and played a game directly during the trip.

It took just over an hour to arrive in Nara Prefecture from Tokyo.

The overall distance is about 450 kilometers.

For such a long distance, it only takes less than two hours, and the speed of the ghost car is simply faster than the Shinkansen.

...

Osaka, Tennoji District.

Itakura Ayumi's home.

This Ayumi Itakura, although also surnamed Itakura, is not a direct descendant of Ryozo Itakura, the director of Dreamland.

He and the famous director Itakura are collateral blood relatives.

Itakura Ayumi's father is Itakura Ryozo's nephew.

Although the Itakura family is famous because of the director of Dreamland.

But this didn't affect Bushi's life too much.

When the director of Itakura was still alive, Ayumi Itakura's family, as "poor relatives", had never had much relationship with him.

It's the same until now, and I have been living a normal life.

Itakura Ayumi has been an ordinary student since she was a child, and now she is also an ordinary social animal.

Today is a working day.

But Ayumi Itakura did not go to work.

When he woke up in the morning, he felt a headache and a fever. He took a temperature of 38.2°C, so he simply took sick leave and rested at home.

"Damn it, didn't you just take a temporary sick leave? The section chief actually wanted to deduct my performance for this month. People are flesh and blood, and they are not made of iron. It's normal to get sick occasionally—the vampire, the president, and That scab, Section Chief Yasuda, hangs from the street lamp..."

Itakura Ayumi was in a bad mood because he was deducted full attendance due to temporary leave.

After taking the antipyretics, I lay on the bed and complained. Afterwards, the effects of the medicines probably came up, and I fell asleep in a daze.

I don't know how long I slept this time, but Ayumi Itakura was woken up by the ringing of the mobile phone.

The call came from the courier: "Mr. Itakura, you have a courier package, and you need to come to sign for it."

"Me? I haven't bought anything recently."

Itakura Ayumi was confused, but because he had enough sleep and his physical strength recovered a bit, he reluctantly got up to sign for the delivery.

Anyway, the courier said that he had already brought the package to the door of the apartment, so it wouldn't be too much trouble to collect it.

Then, Mr. Itakura received a big package.

It's dead heavy, and I don't know what's inside.

The courier helped move the package into the entrance, then confirmed the signature and left.

Itakura Ayumi looked at the information pasted on the courier for a while.

The sender's name is Rin Iijima.

Don't know this person at all.

But looking at the recipient column, it was indeed my name.

"No one has said that they want to send me something recently." Ayumi Itakura was puzzled, but it may be that his energy and curiosity were limited when he was sick, so he didn't open the package right away. I'm so tired... why don't you go to sleep for a while, and wait until you wake up at night."

Mr. Itakura yawned and turned around, planning to go back to the bedroom and sleep for a while.

But at this moment, he heard a strange sound.

Jingle bells—jingle bells—

It was like a light collision of metal, making a pleasant and crisp sound.

Jingle bells—jingle bells—

The sound became louder and more consistent.

Slowly, it became a melodic tune.

The rhythm of the tune is cheerful, clear and jumpy. It feels like there is a puppy, wagging its tail and circling around.

"Music?" Itakura Ayumi turned his head, "It seems to come from here?"

What's in this express package?

Music box?

Can the music box be so heavy?

And why would it make a noise by itself?

The confusion in Itakura's heart increased, and he wanted to unpack the thick package to see the situation.

click--

Jingle bells—jingle bells—

But before Mr. Itakura could make a move, he heard an additional subtle sound from the package, mixed with the cheerful music melody.

Those small rustling movements sound complicated.

It's like the "click" sound when bones collide.

It also seems to have a hand with long nails, making a "click" sound when scratching the cardboard.

"Is there anything alive in this package?"

Itakura Ayumi's forehead began to break out in cold sweat, and his breathing became heavier. I don't know if it was because of his weak body during the illness, or because of fear in his heart.

And what happened next made his scalp tingle even more.

Itakura Ayumi heard a moan coming from inside the package.

"It hurts...it hurts..."

It sounded like a young woman's voice.

"Yeah, it hurts..."

In addition, there seemed to be a male voice echoing.

Swish!

At this time, a pale and bloodless hand suddenly broke out from the package, grabbing the edge of the outer cardboard box.

"It hurts!" the person inside the package yelled.

Itakura Ayumi was completely frightened at this time.

What the hell is this?

Will die, will definitely die, right?

click--

The clatter of bones, and the scratching of cardboard packaging continued.

From the package that was torn from the inside, a woman's head came out.

She twisted her body stiffly, crawling out like Sadako, while muttering in pain.

Itakura Ayumi saw that she was wearing a broken tutu, and saw her bare, blood-stained arms and thighs.

This woman is definitely not a "person"!

Although he was still suffering from fever and illness, the terrifying scene in front of him greatly stimulated Itakura's desire to survive.

His thinking at this time was also surprisingly clear.

have to run!

Itakura Ayumi lived on the second floor.

Run to the bedroom and jump out of the window, the street is downstairs.

Better to break my leg than to be in the same room with the contents of that box!

Mr. Itakura's idea is good, but when people get unlucky, sometimes they are in pairs.

He had just turned his head when he saw a dazzling glare from the direction of his bedroom.

It felt like the high beams of a vehicle hit the face directly.

Not only that, after the strong light, Ayumi Itakura, who was almost blinded, even saw a "car" that was so illusory that only a transparent frame remained, rushing out of his bedroom!

Yes, rushed out.

This is the second floor, and it's indoors.

But there was a "car" leaping out of the bedroom through the wall.

prickly——

The ghost car, like a ghost, flicked its tail and braked suddenly beside Ayumi Itakura.

Then, a few "young people" without long heads came out of the car in a file.

"Quick! Quick! Listen to the boss, take this kid away!"

One of them, probably the driver, was sitting in the driver's seat of the ghost car.

The neck is bloody, and the arms are tattooed with flowers. A head with yellow hair was held by his right hand and stuck out of the window.

The voice of the speech came from that yellow-haired head.

Mr. Itakura, who was in a fever, was stimulated by the woman in the box, and his consciousness was about to dissociate from his brain.

Being so startled by the ghost car that suddenly rushed into the house, he finally couldn't hold on, his eyes darkened and he passed out.

But the few people in the headless hearse group didn't care much about whether Itakura Ayumi was awake or fainted.

Among them, the burly Sankami brothers, at the signal of Miss Gao Shan, dragged the unlucky Itakura onto the hearse and threw it on the seat like a chicken.

After picking up the person, Dashi Junma kicked the accelerator, and the ghost car crashed into the wall, flew from the apartment on the second floor into the street, and sped away.

Inside the hearse.

Takayama Mai tidied up his clothes and head on the seat: "By the way, the boss just asked us to take this guy away, but he didn't say where to take it? Where are we going now?"

Dashi Junma didn't even look back: "This kid seemed to be so frightened by the girl in the box that he passed out. I thought I'd drag him to the hospital door and throw him down."

The short-haired sister Xiao Yuanzao was squatting in the back row of the car with her waist bent.

She shook Mr. Itakura who passed out, but there was no response. So he began to echo: "Brother Junma...that's right, throw him in the hospital."

...

Ayumi Itakura's second-floor apartment.

The process of the hearse group drifting to save people was too fast.

Even the girl in the box was shown off by this set of operations.

In the not-so-empty porch, she kept climbing out of the music box with half her body, and froze on the spot for a few seconds before she came to her senses.

"It hurts...so hateful..."

The brass music box stopped spinning.

The cheerful "Puppy Waltz" was interrupted.

The girl in the box planned to travel directly back to the world of strange stories, and took a shortcut to chase the low-level foreign visitor who stole her prey.

Just when the brass box was about to disappear from reality.

There was singing again in the apartment.

It was the voice of a little girl singing a nursery rhyme.

"Wrap up, round up,

caged bird,

Want to come out all the time.

In the night of dawn,

The moment when the white crane and the tortoise slipped.

Who is that behind? "

I saw a white origami bird with black hair wrapped around its body, flapping its wings and whirling above the entrance.

The weird nursery rhyme sound came from the paper bird.

Then, there were nine small red phantoms clapping their hands, humming and laughing, and leaping out from behind the brass box, forcibly dragging the woman in the box.

These fuzzy red shadows like dolls and toys are small, but they are surprisingly powerful.

Relying on her own strength alone, the girl in the box couldn't break free from their pull and drag, let alone sneak back into the world of ghost stories.

In this case, there must be other powerful monsters involved.

"it hurts!"

The box girl roared.

Her bones creaked.

At the same time, those red toy phantoms also began to make a sound of collapse, and were forced to twist strangely.

The woman in the box managed to break free, then quickly jumped into the brass music box

The brass box has just been closed.

A bloody and thick slash suddenly fell from behind, so fast that it dragged out an afterimage.

Bang!

The huge machete that was as tall as a person hit the box hard, making a loud crashing sound.

After the collision and smash, both the machete and the brass box trembled.

Afterwards, the brass music box began to roll backwards, and the Box Girl poked her head out of it.

All I saw was a girl as delicate as a doll, with her back straight and her red and black skirt fluttering, she was dragging a knife, standing three or four meters away expressionlessly, staring at herself.

In addition, there was a boy of high school age, holding a long dagger that glowed with indigo light, and slowly walked out of Itakura Ayumi's bedroom.

Beside him, there is a huge ghost mask with white face and red lips following around.

Weird and mysterious.

What hindered the girl in the box from chasing the headless hearse group and Ayumi Itakura were naturally Kamiyagawa and the two shikigami of the Kamiya family.

When Kamiya came out of the bedroom, he glanced at his phone by the way.

"Ghost Story" sent such a message——

[Encountered a strange interview, the girl in the box. ]

[The catalog of different visits has been updated. ]

[Ghost Story Name: The Girl in the Box]

[Rating: Grade C]

[Status: Visiting differently]

[Progress of different visits: 100%]

(When the progress reaches 100%, the ghost talk can freely travel between the real world and the ghost talk world according to its own wishes.)

"This thing actually has a C-level. Is it because Iijima Rin had too much resentment when he died?"

Kamiyagawa sighed secretly in his heart, but he didn't show too much expression on his face.

Without the life-extending Zijinshuang, it is a little bit tricky to play C-level monsters in reality.

However, there is Miss Mary, who is also a C-level; there is also Prajna who has grown up to the highest level and has two masks. As long as you don't meet a half-step B-level opponent like Fairy Fairy, you won't be overturned.

"Rin Iijima, I know your name and what happened to you."

Kamiya took out [Itakura's Essay Autobiography (3)] from the [Mirage Bag].

On the yellowed paper, there is a white breath coming out, rushing towards the brass music box.

The torn tutu trembled slightly, and Henmebanjima's originally frenzied and resentful eyes regained a little clarity.

"You hate Itakura Ryozo very much and want to seek revenge from him, don't you?" Kamiya continued.

In reality, he didn't wear a laughing mask when he was knocked out of myrrh.

Charm is only the initial 8 points, and there is no bonus to ghost talk affinity. Therefore, Kamiyagawa estimates that the effect of this conversation is definitely not as good as the previous speech with the Crow Lady.

"Itakura...Ryozo..." Rin Iijima repeated the name in confusion, "He lied to me..."

"Yeah." Kamiyagawa carefully watched the expression on the face of the woman in the box, "Itakura Ryozo is our common enemy, before you kill him, you don't have to fight me in vain. You can see my side Strength, we use each other, how about it?"

The little old man and the hearse group noticed the existence of the woman in the box near the express station in Tennoji District, Osaka.

She doesn't know that she has set out to exact revenge on the descendants of the Itakura family.

Kamiyagawa is not yet sure whether Rin Iijima has murdered blood in reality, which has aroused the ferocity of strange talks.

So, just stay vigilant for the time being, hold a word and a melted coin in hand, and try to negotiate carefully.

Sorry, this chapter was posted first, but I have to change it.

The content of the autobiography of the former director I wrote earlier is always reviewed and said to be too dark...

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