I loaded the ghost talk game

The evening skyline was a strange blood-red.

The deserted Sasagami Elementary School stood in the afterglow of the setting sun. The dark iron gate in front of the school was locked and clanged in the noisy wind and dust.

It no longer looked as peaceful as it was during the day, and the atmosphere of ghost stories was much stronger.

"Ah-Hum--"

With a round of Ah-Hum, Tsurumi Aoi kept walking, effortlessly jumped over the front door of Sasagami Elementary School and ran towards the teaching building.

That painting, the painting by Sugiyama Shunmichi.

There might be some problem in that painting.

Tsurumi has sharp eyes and sharp thoughts. As a disciple of Kamiya Kawa, she felt that she should have discovered and confirmed the problem in the painting earlier, instead of realizing it later like now.

Of course, it might not be too late now.

Tsurumi rushed into Mr. Kihara's office and dug out the stack of children's drawings in the drawer. He successfully found Sugiyama Shunmichi's drawing.

This is it.

A drawing about the "where" game on the playground -

Right above the drawing paper, it was written in a not very neat handwriting, "We are Class 2, Grade 3".

In the center of the picture, there are two children standing in a grid, and a group of children are surrounding the two children who are playing the game. All the children look very happy. Although except for the two "protagonists" who are playing the game, the others are basically simple strokes, no different from stick figures, but their mouths and eyes are represented by arcs representing smiles.

And in the corner of the picture are three sickle weasels. Depicted with thick but gloomy colors, the three weasels are all in the posture of mad beasts, with scarlet eyes, staring at the group of children in the game.

Tsurumi's eyes condensed, and he quickly scanned the painting.

"Twenty-nine."

There are a total of twenty-nine children appearing on the picture.

Tsurumi took the painting, left the office quickly, and went to the class of Mr. Kihara next door.

There were only 28 desks in this classroom.

Tsurumi stood in the empty and dim classroom and looked at the children's painting in his hand again.

The 29 children were satisfied and smiling, and the lines on their bodies were simple and tender, innocent and naive. But at this moment, it looked even more weird and bizarre than the three sickle weasels drawn in the corner of the drawing paper with heavy ink and color.

"One more."

Sugiyama Shunmichi drew one more child.

Of course, this could be just a coincidence -

There were only 28 children in Mr. Kihara's class, and Sugiyama happened to draw one more for some reason.

But what if this was not a coincidence, what if this was not a mistake.

Then we have to consider who the extra child in this painting is.

"While these children were playing the 'where' game, the sickle weasels were hiding aside to scare them."

The target of the sickle weasel to scare is the group of children themselves, or...

something mixed in with the children?

"Senior sister." Tsurumi walked out of the classroom with the painting.

At this time, Shikanoya, who had returned to Sasagami Elementary School with her, was standing in the corridor outside the classroom, facing the direction of the playground, closing his eyes and concentrating, gently wrinkling the tip of his small nose.

Tsurumi knew that her little senior sister probably had some kind of discovery.

"Xiao Kui." After a few seconds, Shikanoya opened his eyes again, "The smell of ghost stories here has become stronger."

"Yeah."

"I smell the smell of beasts. I smelled the smell of the lone sickle weasel in Tokyo, and I thought the smell left here also belonged to the sickle weasels in the morning. But... that's not the case. Now I can finally tell it apart - there are other smells mixed here, and something else has been active here. Moreover, it is also a beast-type monster."

Xiaolu's discovery is the same as Tsurumi's, and the two conclusions verify each other.

There is something else in Sasagami Elementary School.

...

Tokyo.

Akimichi Nahiro finished today's club activities and walked home with her schoolbag in hand.

"Yukino didn't come to school all day." The girl who returned home alone thought so.

Is it because of that incident?

The weasel found in the park seems to be a monster.

So, Yukino went to deal with things related to weasels today, right?

Akimichi felt that he seemed to have caused trouble for his good friend again.

"Ah."

The girl sighed slightly.

However, Yukino is a very, very powerful exorcist.

"I hope everything goes well for Yukino."

The girl walked and thought while walking, and the worried girl returned to the downstairs of her apartment.

Akimichi's hometown is in Aomori Prefecture. When she went to school in Tokyo, she lived in her brother's house.

She took the elevator upstairs and opened the door with the key.

"I'm back."

The house was dark and the lights were not on.

My brother didn't seem to be back yet, maybe he was working overtime again.

Akimichi was used to this. She changed her shoes at the entrance and walked towards the living room.

Bang-bang--

There was a sound in the living room.

"Brother--Ah!"

Akimichi walked out of the corner of the entrance and was startled by the scene in front of him.

The window of the living room was not closed, and the wind from the high building blew in, blowing the curtains. In the middle of the living room, a figure was standing stiffly with his side facing Akimichi.

It was Akimichi's brother.

"Brother, are you home? Why... don't you turn on the light?"

Akimichi Naxun looked at his brother while raising his hand to the wall, trying to turn on the light.

Click.

The switch was turned on, but the lights in the house did not turn on.

With the light from the window, Akimichi saw that his brother was holding a basketball in his hands. He put his hands on his chest and let go. "Bang" the ball fell to the floor, bounced again, and was caught by Akimichi's brother.

"What are you doing?"

Something was wrong.

Akimichi found that his brother's expression was strange.

He just stood there straight, his expressionless face looked very pale, and he let go with a stiff movement and caught the ball, not caring about his sister at all.

Bang, bang.

The basketball bounced twice again.

The next time he let go, Akimichi's brother opened his tightly closed lips and began to sing in a low voice.

A Temari song.

"Where are you?"

"Higo."

Bang.

"Where is Higo?"

"Kumamoto."

Bang.

Akimichi's brother sang and hit the basketball, and when he sang to a certain ending, he raised his foot to let the basketball pass under him.

"Stop, brother, you scared me!"

Akimichi had experienced supernatural events, and she knew that something extraordinary must have happened to her brother.

She tried to wake her brother, but it was no use.

She wanted to rush up and snatch the ball from her brother's hands, but just as she raised her foot, a strong wind blew in from the window and knocked her to the ground.

"There is a raccoon cat on Mount Senba.

The hunter shot it to death with a gun.

Cook, roast, and eat it.

Cover it with leaves."

Bang-bang-bang-

In the dim living room, Akimichi's brother sang, danced, sang, and danced, and the basketball in his hand was hit faster and faster.

Finally, the ball was hit to the floor at the fastest speed, and then jumped high again.

Akimichi did not hear the sound of the subsequent basketball landing.

She heard a louder wind, and the strong wind rushed into the house from the half-open window, blowing the furniture to the ground.

In the chaos, Akimichi was about to lose sight of her brother. Her brother seemed to disappear like the basketball that bounced high and disappeared.

Not only Akimichi's brother, but also Akimichi Nahiro had no way to escape due to this invisible wind.

"Oh, oh."

Akimichi, who was lying on the ground, felt that his sleeves were pulled by a tiny force. When he looked up, he saw a pair of round eyes.

It was the weasel.

It appeared in Akimichi's house at some point, biting Akimichi's sleeve with its mouth, trying to drag her out of the wind.

The fur on the sickle weasel was dancing, and a little cherry pink luster appeared in the originally yellow fur. There was also wind coming out of the sickle weasel, but the wind it could control was far less powerful than the one blowing in from the window.

"My brother, please save my brother!"

In a hurry, Akimichi Nahiro asked the sickle weasel for help.

But the weasel's face was full of human-like panic. All it could do was drag Qiu Dao toward the entrance.

As for Brother Qiu Dao, who had been completely wrapped up by the wind, there was nothing he could do.

The entrance door was getting closer and closer.

Just then——

With a clang.

The sturdy anti-theft door was broken open by external force.

Akimichi Naxun saw a figure flashing and flying across the entrance of her house.

"Prajna!"

It was a young and tall male figure, vaguely familiar. His clothes and black hair were blown by the strong wind, but he was not moved at all, exuding an indescribable, reassuring feeling.

Then, Qiu Dao saw a beautiful and cool futon coming out from behind the man.

The scattered and messy black lines fell out from the wide cuffs of the futon, filling the living room in an instant.

The roaring futon calmed down at this moment.

The air became quiet.

Bang, bang, bang.

Nahiro Akimichi heard the sound of a basketball bouncing on the ground.

She turned her head with all her strength and saw her brother lying in the middle of the messy living room.

"Your brother is fine."

Akimichi saw the man who broke into her house at the critical moment, with a long sword hanging from his waist, and walked to her side. The slender and graceful figure in a kimono had disappeared from the other person's side.

She recognized this person.

"Are you... Yukino's brother?" The frightened girl breathed a sigh of relief.

Yukino is a very powerful exorcist.

Her brother seems to be the same.

Although it is not clear what happened, she was saved.

"Well, I guess so."

Kamiya Kawa nodded casually.

He twisted a piece of brown and yellow beast hair between his fingers, which was slowly turning into ashes and dissipating.

He leaned down and caught the sickle weasel that was crying and trying to escape.

He held the weasel's armpits with both hands, lifted it up in front of him, and observed it intently.

"Wow, it's still a little female weasel."

The weasel, whose fur was slightly pink, was still squeaking and struggling with its limbs, but when its round eyes met Kamiyagawa's gaze, it calmed down a little.

"Akimichi Nahiro, right? Everything is fine here. Stay at home and take care of your brother. The police will come soon."

Kamiyagawa didn't explain anything more to the unfortunate girl, and took the sickle weasel away.

Sister Ohara was still waiting for him downstairs on her ghost motorcycle.

While going downstairs, Kamiya glanced at "Kaidan Monogatari".

[B-level Kaidan Kazematazaburo's spirit is descending, and the progress of the strange visit is 97%! ]

[The spirit's attachment has been retrieved - Temari Uta "Where are you?" ]

"Kazamata Saburo, judging from the strand of hair I just caught, the real body should be a raccoon... It's not from an alien visit, but it's still in the spirit, so Kazamata Saburo is not actually here. It's really rare for a wild god to descend on a spirit, and the spirit's attachment is a nursery rhyme."

"It seems that the invisible wind is attached to the invisible song."

Kazamata Saburo is naturally a monster related to the wind.

In some areas of Kumamoto Prefecture and Fukushima Prefecture in Japan, he is worshipped as the wind god.

It is said that in a village in Kumamoto, the villagers there would hold a wind god festival on June 27th every year. People would build a small house at the entrance of the village that could be blown away by a gust of wind, so that the house would be blown away by the wind, hoping that the wind god would bypass the village when passing by.

In some places, when the wind god festival is held, the children in the village will be organized to sing songs together.

Such as -

"Kazamata, blow somewhere else..."

In general, it is a kind of monster that needs to be appeased and is very destructive.

After understanding the true identity of the evil monster and combining the clues obtained by his disciples in Niigata Prefecture, Kamiya Chuan has roughly figured out what happened.

He looked at the little female weasel in his arms, who had been well behaved: "You and your companions tried to stop Feng Saburo from visiting Niigata, right? But you were driven away by the exorcists who didn't understand the situation. I guess when you ran away, you were already targeted by Feng Saburo because you were weak, so it found the people you had contacted."

"嘤嘤."

Kamiya doesn't need to really understand what the sickle weasel is saying, and can roughly guess what it means by understanding its emotions.

"You just realized it now? Don't be too upset, you are a good child."

And my little deer is also a good child.

You should be able to get along well!

"Okay, I'll take you to find your companions."

Kamiya Chuan returned to Tokyo from Niigata.

After the disciples finally figured out the situation at Sasagami Elementary School, they immediately called him, their master, to report the situation.

Xiaolu felt that the situation in Niigata was far more complicated than expected. She originally thought that she only needed to be on guard against the Kamaitachi, but now there is another monster hiding in the dark that has not yet appeared. So she applied to her master, asking for Xingxiong or Jinxiong to take extra care of her friend Akimichi Nahiro until the incident was over.

Although the master said that he would not participate in the exorcism work this time, he still asked for help if necessary.

It’s not shameful to ask for help!

Kamiya naturally accepted the pitiful request of the eldest disciple on the phone.

And he himself took the ghost motorcycle back to Tokyo. Anyway, the progress of the disciples was relatively smooth, and it didn’t take much for him to go back and forth.

“It’s time to go back to Xiaolu and Tsurumi... Although I asked Yatagarasu to keep an eye on it, seeing that the matter is about to end, it’s better to see with my own eyes whether the two girls have grown up recently.” (End of this chapter)