I loaded the ghost talk game

"Everything would be fine if you weren't here."

Bando's well-proportioned body twitched twice like cramps.

Click!

The hatchet stuck in Bando's neck was pulled out by the panicked man, and he slashed at the former's body again.

The blade cut through the fabric of the uniform and hit Bando's body. The sound was still the dull sound of metal colliding with an inanimate body.

There is no life at all.

Bando ignored the man's attack. His body twisted and rotated, and his joints made a tooth-gripping sound as he stepped forward.

His face became even stiffer, and the incongruity in his facial features was completely out of the realm of normal human beings, and even had a plastic texture to it.

Snapped.

Half of Bando's face fell off.

Under the half of the face that had lost its "skin", clear muscles and bone textures were exposed, and the eyeballs that had lost their eyelids were twitching and turning back and forth in the empty eye sockets.

At the same time, half a lung, a kidney, and intestines and other organs fell from his uniform, bouncing stiffly on the ground.

Whether it is skeletal muscles or organs on the ground, they are not made of flesh and blood, but are plastic models.

"Don't come here, don't come here!"

The man stopped swinging the knife and backed away with a look of horror on his face.

He is a murderer and has strangled living life with his own hands, so he will not be afraid of living people.

As long as it is alive, it can be killed.

But the thing in front of me, with its twitching body and stubborn steps forward, was simply a dead thing, a moving mannequin.

"You monster! Monster! Don't come here!"

The scene that was too terrifying and incomprehensible made the originally arrogant man's legs weaken, and he fell to the ground with a "pop".

The hatchet also fell aside.

Crunch——

Bando leaned down with a strange gesture and picked up the hatchet.

"Don't... don't!"

Now it was the man's turn to beg for mercy from his prey.

But Bando, like a man for several minutes, showed no mercy on his face and continued to approach the opponent.

In other words, his demarcated model face could not express any expression in the first place.

The cold blade swayed in front of the man's eyes, as if it was about to slit his throat in the next second.

At this time, Bando turned around and looked at Hamaka, who was sitting slumped behind him.

The girl no longer knew what kind of expression to use to deal with the current situation. Her face was full of fear and disbelief, and tears of fear were welling up in her eyes.

Bando's movements stopped, and there was still no emotion that could be read from his terrifying model face.

only--

Would she want to see me kill someone?

Would you like to see a murderous monster?

Finally, the blade of the hatchet lifted up, turned over, and hit the man's back of the neck with the handle.

After a muffled sound, the man collapsed and fainted on the ground like mud.

Bando waved his hand again, and two plastic intestines squirmed on the ground, like snakes moving flexibly on the floor. One bound the man's hands, dragged his body and slammed into the corridor fence, and extended upward. , the other end of the "intestine" was firmly tied to the rusty railing.

The other "intestine" pulled Hamaka up more gently.

"wait wait wait!"

The girl who had not yet reacted was dragged by the plastic intestines and left towards the corridor unable to resist.

"Let's go, Hamaka."

Bando lowered his head and murmured.

He dropped the hatchet in his hand casually on the ground, and the blade made a cold collision sound when it came into contact with the grindstone floor.

Then Bando stood still, standing in the corridor where the light and shadow overlapped, just like a model, silent and motionless.

…

"I seem to be late, but it's not too late."

I don’t know how long it took, but Bando, who was in a daze, heard such a voice.

The model's body twitched again. He looked up and saw a tall figure standing at the other end of the corridor.

He was completely unaware of this, it was as if the person suddenly appeared there.

What appeared in the corridor was a young and handsome young man, holding an indigo-colored Chotachi sword with clear light.

There was a somewhat unpredictable and kind smile on the other person's face, but looking at him made Bando feel a chill inexplicably.

Click.

The plastic hands clenched into fists, and the organ models scattered on the ground began to squirm again.

"Don't be nervous. I'm not an enemy. The Japanese mother asked me to take you back." Kamiyagawa, who was late, put Ichimonji back into the scabbard to show friendship.

Ordinary people may not be able to see it clearly, but Kamiya can see it clearly.

The body of the doll model in front of me was overlapped by a lonely figure shrouded in ghostly aura.

Obviously, this was the escaped Shuizi he was looking for.

"Mother...asked you to come?"

Hearing the ghost mother's name, Bando relaxed again.

Before the two sides could say anything more, a piercing siren suddenly sounded in the abandoned Beishan Middle School.

From the corridor on the second floor of the teaching building where Kamiya and Bando stood, several police cars could be seen driving quickly into the school gate.

Some uniformed police officers got out of the car, and a few were in civilian clothes.

And from the civilians over there, one can clearly feel the aura that is different from that of ordinary humans.

"Are they here to deal with me?" Bando stared blankly in the direction of the school gate.

"No, it's not. It won't happen if I'm here." Kamiya shook his head gently, "They will take care of your friends. By the way, I checked for you. Your three friends are all fine. You Protected them.”

"oh."

The mannequin was noncommittal about this statement.

Slowly and stiffly, he bent down and picked up the plastic organs scattered on the ground one by one.

"Am I a monster?"

Bando asked as he picked up the "heart".

It seemed like he was asking Kamiyagawa, who was watching him, or someone else.

"No." Kamiya gave him a gentle and affirmative reply, then looked at the man who was tied to the fence and still unconscious, "You are not."

The days in winter are shorter, and after some trouble, the sun has set towards the west.

The setting sun is like a lost soul, slowly sinking between the distant mountains. The afterglow reflected the dilapidated abandoned school, giving the desolate and dilapidated buildings a layer of desolate red.

The dim afterglow of sunlight also fell in the corridor, covering the puppet model feebly, reflecting only a lifeless and lonely glimmer.

"But I want to live, I want to be a human being. I also want to..."

Bando said this, turning his head and looking towards the entrance of the campus.

This time, Kamiyakawa couldn't give him an answer.

In the abandoned campus, police sirens are still ringing.

From here, we can see that three students from the news agency are being led by police officers to the police car.

At the stairs of the teaching building where Kamiya and Bando were located, dense footsteps could be heard from the bottom up.

However, Bando's eyes were always fixed in the direction of the school gate.

Kamiyakawa finally heard him speak, his tone was like ashes that were about to be extinguished and completely lost their temperature:

"...I want to eat oden."

Bando Yasuji.

More than thirty years ago, a junior high school student studying in the old campus of Beishan Middle School died in an accidental car accident.

He was later buried by his parents in the cemetery in front of the Kishi Mother Goddess Shrine.

The life of only 13 years old has come to an end.

…

The aftermath of the Kitayama old school building was naturally handed over to the police and the Yamagata Prefectural Countermeasures Office.

Because a disciple of ghosts and gods came forward as a guarantee, Shui Zi was taken away by him without any accident.

Bando didn't put up any resistance. He seemed to no longer want to stay in the living area, so he simply followed Kamiya back to the Demon Goddess Shrine.

At this point, Guizi Mu's commission has been successfully completed.

Kamiya directly followed the original plan and took all the Ksitigarbha statues near the shrine to the Santsu River in batches. The same goes for the damaged shrine. It was simply dismantled first, and then the members of the hearse troupe and the Kisaragi train were sent to the bank of the Zangtou River in the Santo River to rebuild it again.

Because these things themselves have wandering souls, water children, and even devil mothers inhabiting them, there is no problem in bringing them into the other world.

Two weeks later.

The new campus of Beishan Middle School.

Recently, a major incident involving a female high school student being molested and brutally murdered was reported in nearby Baohai County, which caused a stir among the students.

It is said that the murderer hid the victim's body in an abandoned middle school in a neighboring county.

Fortunately, the case has been solved and the murderer has been arrested.

"Hamanaka."

"ah?"

"get out of class is over."

"oh……"

In the biology classroom, Chinatsu Hamaka was sitting blankly, and the person talking to her was her classmate Shimazaki Shinji.

President Shimazaki still had gauze on his face and bandages on his hands, looking a little miserable.

But after what happened in the old school building, it was lucky to still be alive.

Students from three news agencies have returned to campus life.

Because of the requirements of the police officers who came into contact with them, they kept silent about their previous encounters in school, and the news in the campus ghost stories section naturally fell silent.

"Are you going to the club next?" Hamanaka came to his senses in a daze.

"No, today's club activities are cancelled. Go home and have a good rest."

Shimazaki packed up his things, patted Hamaka on the shoulder, and walked out of the classroom.

The latter was still sitting, and his eyes once again shifted to a medical mannequin in the corner of the classroom.

A well-proportioned mannequin, half of which is covered with skin, while the other half exposes bones, muscles, and internal organs.

It is a lifeless device that is only used to assist teaching.

"Bando..."

Hamaka thought so.

After she and her two companions returned to school, they had confirmed that there was no such person as Bando among the students in the lower grade.

It seems that some time ago, other students also had the impression that in the school library, they often saw a boy reading with a straight face.

But no one knew him.

Except for Hamaka and the three of them, no one had ever come into contact with that boy.

But now, that boy has disappeared.

It's like it never existed.

"Who are you? Where...have you been?"

Hamaka recalled the scene in the corridor of the old school building, where Bando's twisted, stiff and hollow body stood between him and the murderer.

That was really... a strange scene that I will never forget.

But thinking back on it, Hamaka didn't feel scared, but more of some other indescribable feeling.

After slowly packing up his things and changing his shoes at the shoe cabinet, Hamaka was ready to go home.

Outside, the setting sun turned the sky into a deep orange-red, and it seemed that the whole world was enveloped in a sad but sad atmosphere. Students in uniforms walked in twos and threes, and the remaining warmth of the day slowly dissipated in the dusk.

"Hamanaka-senpai."

Walking to the school gate, the girl suddenly heard someone calling her name.

She looked in the direction of the sound.

On the other side of the road, I saw a familiar figure, still wearing a uniform, still wearing a poker face with no expression.

"Bando?"

It's Bando.

He was standing across the street waving to himself.

Not far from him, there was a handsome older brother standing, quietly looking back and forth between the two of them.

Even though he knew that the other person was most likely not a human being, when he saw him again, his joy was still greater than his fear.

Hamaka wanted to cross the road to the other side of the street, but was briefly blocked by a passing vehicle.

"As long as you are willing, I will come back to see you if I have the chance, Hamaka."

Hamaka heard Bando's voice coming from the other side of the road again.

When the car drove by, she looked over there again. Whether it was Bando or the big brother who might have something to do with Bando, they had all disappeared.

There were only a few irrelevant pedestrians left on the other side of the road.

"Is he coming... to say goodbye to me?"

Binaka thought this way, and his heart suddenly felt relaxed.

The gloom of the past few days was gone.

She raised her head and saw that the setting sun was still slanting in the west, coating the things and pedestrians on the street with a layer of warm golden color.

It seems that the originally lonely evening street scene has become a bit quieter and warmer at this moment.

Is this a good thing?

Therefore, Bando did not disappear.

I saw him again.

And it seems that there will be a chance to see him again in the future.

While he was dazed, several students wearing Kitayama Middle School uniforms walked past Hamaka.

One of the students said to his companions: "Hey, have you heard? In the school's old building, in the health room, there is a mannequin. Every time in the dead of night, he will move on his own..."

"What? It's such an old story."

Several students laughed.

When Hamaka heard the conversation among the classmates around him, his E-human attributes exploded, and he spoke directly: "No, it's not cliche, not at all."

"Eh? Classmate, what did you say?"

"I mean, what you just said about this campus being incredible is not entirely true."

"What's the meaning?"

"That mannequin is a very good child. He can move on his own and protect us. He is the patron saint of Beishan Middle School students."

"Is there such a thing?"

"Yes, of course." Binaka nodded confidently.

Then she smiled, waved to the confused classmates around her, and walked away briskly.

Yes, of course.

Because I have seen it.