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"Hmm--"

Nagaoka slowly opened his eyes from the sofa and stretched.

The psychologist's office was very quiet, and Miss Saotome was still sitting opposite him.

"You're awake."

"Well... How long have I slept, Miss Saotome?"

"Don't worry, there will be no charge for the time exceeded this time."

"Thank you."

After Nagaoka finished talking about the experience in high school that left a psychological shadow on him, he fell asleep on the sofa without realizing it.

It may be because the sofa here is very soft.

It may also be because the process of talking with Miss Saotome really felt very relaxing.

These days, Nagaoka, who was completely immersed in anxiety and uneasiness, slept well.

Saotome put away her notebook and stood up from her seat: "Mr. Nagaoka, go home and have a good sleep. You seem to need a rest. I hope today's conversation can help you."

"I will."

Nagaoka also stood up.

Psychological counseling is charged by the hour. Now that it has exceeded the time limit, he can't stay any longer.

As for the matter of "Egawa and Aoyagi\

,"Nagaoka just needed to tell others about those things.

After he said it, he seemed to feel much better.

When Nagaoka Kazuhiko left, Saotome Ai was left alone.

She sat down on the sofa again and flipped through the notebook that actually did not record anything related to psychotherapy. After a long while, she suddenly spoke to the empty office without any sign:

"Taki, did you hear what I just said? Is what the man said what you have been looking for?"

No one answered.

But under the sofa opposite her, something slowly crawled out.

It was a little man woven from dry straw, about the size of two palms.

The straw man climbed up the sofa with difficulty until he climbed onto the soft cushion, and then sat down like a lady.

Its face was inlaid with two buttons of different sizes as eyes, and the mouth was sewn with several thin threads.

The straw man was lying on his back, and his two button eyes, one large and one small, seemed to be staring at Saotome.

But it still didn't answer.

This straw man couldn't speak anyway.

However, the man's mouth, which was sewn with thin threads, slowly "opened" a gap.

From the dry straw below, a long black nail was slowly pushed out...

The black nail fell on the sofa and rolled to the ground.

After a crisp sound, it broke into several pieces like a fragile object.

Saotome glanced at the broken nail on the ground, was silent at first, and then sighed heavily with a frown: "Then what should we do, Taki? You said that Oma Toki wanted you to die..."

...

The next day.

After receiving psychological treatment and having a good sleep at night, Nagaoka went back to work in the company early in the morning.

He walked into the office and sat down at his workstation.

Before he took a leave to see a psychologist yesterday afternoon, he had several documents piled up on his desk. He had originally thought that he would finish the several tasks on hand when he came back today.

"Huh?"

But just after sitting down, Nagaoka felt confused.

All the documents on the desk disappeared. They were clearly arranged and placed on the corner of the desk yesterday.

Coincidentally, at this time, the section chief of the department walked past Nagaoka's seat. Nagaoka, who was a little confused, asked: "Section Chief Masui, the report you gave me the day before yesterday..."

"That one." Section Chief Masui stopped and said, "It's already been completed."

"Completed? Then the contract..."

"The parts that need to be modified in that contract have also been modified." Section Chief Masui further explained, "Didn't you take a leave yesterday afternoon? Then other colleagues helped you with your work."

"Other colleagues?"

Nagaoka still couldn't understand.

All the colleagues in the department were busy, who would have the time to finish the work on hand?

Moreover, let's not talk about filling out reports. That contract has always been handled by Nagaoka.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. It's a new colleague who just came here to report yesterday. Nagaoka, you should say hello to him too." Section Chief Masui waved behind Nagaoka, "Hey, Aoyagi-san. This is Nagaoka. You didn't meet yesterday afternoon..."

Nagaoka stared at Section Chief Masui's lips in astonishment. After hearing the surname "Aoyagi", he was completely stunned. As for what the section chief said next, he couldn't hear it clearly.

He just felt dizzy and accompanied by intense tinnitus.

No, no.

It's just a coincidence that they have the same surname, right?

Even if the surname "Aoyagi" is not very common, there will always be people with this surname.

Don't scare yourself, Aoyagi has been dead for a long time.

With such a thought, Nagaoka turned his head suddenly.

Behind him, a figure stood up at some point, only two or three meters away from him.

"You...you..."

The moment he saw the man's face clearly, Nagaoka's pupils dilated and his chest rose and fell violently.

Fear mixed with dizziness and a strong nausea surged into my throat.

That face...

Although it was slightly different from the high school days, more mature.

But that gentle, harmless, polite smile.

Nagaoka was very familiar with it and would never forget it in his life.

He is Qingliu, right!

"What's wrong, Nagaoka-kun?"

Aoyagi looked at Nagaoka with a smile, his expression was natural, and both his tone and demeanor were exactly the same as the deceased in his memory.

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

Nagaoka backed away in panic, and his lower back hit his desk hard.

The file box, stapler, and a pair of scissors for opening envelopes all fell to the ground with a clatter.

The scissors trembled on the cold floor, and the blades reflected the cold light of the incandescent lamp falling from the ceiling.

"monster!"

Nagaoka screamed.

…

Tokyo, countermeasures room building.

Kamiyagawa walked into Yucheng Zhenyou's office in a familiar way. He didn't think of himself as an outsider. He just casually sat down on a chair and said, "What happened? You called me here in such a hurry."

Uncle Jie Cheng had been on a business trip with Nagatomo Masao not long ago, and he just came back this past week.

When Kamiya came to the countermeasures room today, he also took the initiative to contact him.

Generally speaking, only when something big happens, or if you feel that Kamiya might be interested in something, will Jiexi personally call the ghost and god disciple over.

This time is no exception.

"Well... look at this."

Jiecheng handed over a stack of information.

Kamiyagawa opened it and found that it was some homicide files that had occurred in recent years.

The locations where the cases occurred are scattered, and the motives for the murders are also various: vendetta, love murder, murder for money, or simply passion killing under certain conditions.

Moreover, the cases have been characterized by various places as having nothing to do with supernatural events.

One of them is specially marked.

The nature of this murder was very abominable, and the details of the case were horrific.

It happened ten years ago in a middle school near Nagoya.

The perpetrator and the victim were both students at that school.

In front of the whole class, the murderer cut the deceased's neck and opened the deceased's abdominal cavity.

After a brief inspection, you can quickly notice that the various cases in this information have one thing in common. That is, the last names of the victims are the same——

"Qingliu?"

Kamiya was a little surprised.

He was deeply impressed by this surname.

He also knows a "green willow".

Because Qingliu had suffered an eight-point attack on the village, he turned to the God of Darkness and Beauty in desperation. Finally, he paid homage to Choushi, made a set of sub-boxes, and cursed all living creatures in Xiaobinze.

This also makes the Xiaobinze area still a wasteland and has been erased from the administrative map.

Wow.

Kamiya continued to flip through the files and compare the information on the deceased recorded in those cases.

Aoyagi, who was murdered, had the same last name, but a different first name.

And the ages are also different, there are students, young adults, and even the elderly.

Gender is also male and female.

As for the appearance of the deceased...

By looking at some of the photos of the victims attached to the information, we can see that these deceased people have a strange sense of resemblance in appearance.

They all appear to be gentle, frail, and polite people.

What's more worth mentioning is their eyebrows. The peaks of their eyebrows are delicate and soft, and their eyes are clear and deep. No matter whether they are old or young, male or female...even through simple photos, there will be a strange feeling that they seem to be the same person.

"These are all information from police stations in various places, right? The earliest case here occurred more than ten years ago, and the most recent one was just this year. The places where the incidents occurred seemed irregular and very scattered. Why did you suddenly think of taking these The events were gathered together?" Kamiyakawa put down the information in his hand.

Jiecheng Zhenjianyou: "More than a month ago, someone anonymously submitted some information to the countermeasure room branches in different places. Well, it was about several Aoliu murder cases in different places."

"These incidents, scattered in various places, do not attract much local attention, but when they are deliberately gathered together, they seem a bit weird."

"So, this situation, together with the information submitted anonymously, were forwarded to the headquarters. Then our people started investigating on this point... Judging from the statistical data, things seem to be even more wrong."

Kamiyagawa: "What kind of data?"

Kensuke Kisei: "That's it, we have statistics on homicide cases in the past three years. In the past three years or so, there have been more than 3,400 homicides across Japan...excluding attempts. And Among them, there were 52 victims with the surname Aoliu. This is only the case that has been clearly recorded.”

In the past three years or so, 52 people in Qingliu have been recorded as homicides by the police.

Compared with the base starting from 3,400, the proportion is about 1.5%.

It may sound like nothing at first, but in fact, this data is so abnormal that it can be called weird.

"If the surname of these 52 victims is 'Sato'... then it may not be surprising. But 'Aoyagi' is not a popular surname with a large population." Uncle Jiuchi continued.

The Sato he mentioned is currently the surname with the highest proportion of Japanese people.

It seems that some experts have said that if the custom of Japanese women changing their husband's surname after marriage is not changed, then through formula calculation, in about five hundred years, everyone in Japan will have the surname "Sato".

And even for a popular surname like "Sato", its proportion in Japan is only about 1.6%.

In comparison, the frequency of murders of "Aoyagi" whose surnames are not too common seems a bit too high.

Either people with this surname are inherently sarcastic.

Or... there is some strange force behind these murders.

Yukihiro Masahiro: "And you have also seen that by sorting out some data, you can see that the photos of these victims have a kind of... indescribable similarity."

Yes.

Even if we put aside the data.

The similarity of the photos of these murdered "Aoyagi" before their death is also very telling.

"Boy, what do you think? Do you think this is a curse?" Uncle Yukihiro rubbed his temple.

"Curse? Do you mean that there is a connection between these things and the Aoyagi of Xiaobinze?"

"Maybe."

Because Xiaobinze's Aoyagi lived a long time ago, there is no photo information about him.

No one knows what he looks like.

Even before this, Kamiya Kawa learned about Aoyagi through the diary found in the Xiangyue family. Until now, he only knew the surname of Qingliu, and he didn't even know his name.

However, this person is very important.

Not only because he made a cursed item box that can wipe out an entire area.

But also because, this Qingliu is currently known to be the second person who may have successfully performed the "Ugly Hour Worship" ceremony, except for the historical Takiyashahime.

In other words, there is a high probability that Qingliu is related to the dark mud god.

And the cursed dragon god has been in an irreconcilable relationship with Kamiyagawa.

"Oh, by the way, there is also this." Yusei Shinkensuke picked up another A4 paper from the table and handed it to Kamiyagawa, "This paper is attached to the anonymous package received by the countermeasures room branch below."

Kamiyagawa looked at the white paper.

There was only black font printed on it——

[Aoyagi is a cursed creature. They multiply themselves by being killed by others. They will only increase in number...]

"Who sent this information? Have you found any clues?" Kamiyakawa's eyes fell on the paper.

"I don't know yet. The branch below hasn't found that person."

No matter who sent the information to the countermeasures room, the other party seemed to know too much about the "Aoyagi" incident.

Kamiyakawa quickly thought of something: "When the Taira Masakado incident happened before, there was also a mysterious person secretly assisting the countermeasures room."

"Yes." Jiecheng nodded, "That time and this time, it is very likely that it was the same person, or the same group of people."

Taira Masakado's incident is also directly related to the dark silt god.

Even the dragon god almost revived in Taira Masakado's body.

Therefore, behind these two incidents, the person who hid and provided information to the countermeasures room may really be the same person.