I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo

"Here we are,"

The black car stopped at the edge of Itabashi District. If we drive further, we will leave Tokyo.

This ward is classified as a "little transparent" among Tokyo's 23 wards, and is not even famous for the chaos and poverty of the "Adachi Ward".

The origin of its name is generally believed to be that the wooden bridge that crosses the Ishikami River on Nakasendo Road was called Banqiao. It was quite rare during the Heian period a thousand years ago, so it was used as a place name.

If there is anything special about Banqiao District, it is that there are many factories here.

In the 1980s, there were a large number of workers living there. Later, with the economic downturn, workers gradually lost their jobs and their children gradually left. As a result, the once-built factory schools were gradually abandoned: the school in the dusk in front of us is A product of that era.

"Miss,"

In front of the school, a sign saying 'Private Land' has been put up.

After seeing Hongo Hina getting out of the car, two bodyguards in black suits immediately stepped forward to salute.

"My classmates and I will go in and take a look. You guys stay here."

"Yes!" X2

The two men in black suits who looked like 'professionals' nodded in response and stepped aside like statues.

"Xiao Qiong, there are two more, over here."

Hongo Jinai, who was leading the way, waved, and the four of them walked through the school gate, and what they saw was the teaching building in the style of the last century.

The square cement building, with a huge dial in the middle of the building, has been dormant for who knows how many years, and is forever fixed on the day when the last batch of students left.

In the playground in front of the teaching building, grass sticks out from the fine sand tenaciously, clusters in the east and clumps in the west; in the center of the playground, a huge banyan tree, roughly the size of the 'school founding tree', blooms towards the sky like a huge tree. The canopy occupies a corner of the playground: but there are no former students underneath.

The golden sunset shines on the tall trees and sparse grass, making people feel a touch of sadness inexplicably.

"So desolate,"

The autumn sky puts a hand on the chest. This scene inevitably makes people feel sad and sad for autumn.

"Yes, this place has been abandoned for more than ten years."

The four of them walked towards the playground and saw a banyan tree as huge as a canopy: the trunk of the tree where the three talents hugged each other was densely engraved with names, blessings and curse words.

"Now, this is a famous ghost story, right?"

Pointing to the densely packed names on the tree trunk, Hongo Hina analyzed it with interest.

"Ghost Stories from School: Six Years of Separation Sakura."

"It is said that if you confess your love under the cherry blossom tree on the occasion of graduation, the success rate is as high as 80%!"

Although the success rate seems to be very high, in fact, if you dare to confess, you have won over countless people: most of the first love relationships end in vain because of hesitation.

"Sorry, this is a banyan tree."

Regarding Hongo Hina's romantic statement, Akira Yu pointed out the error.

"Secondly, those who carve their names here will forget their vows faster than these scratches."

Whether it's love or resentment, you will forget everything after a few years away from school.

Quiet--

"Yu, you are right, but..."

Squad leader Nao couldn't help but hold her forehead, even though she liked Yu-kun's character.

"There's no charm at all,"

Qiu Riqiong is blunt, but for her:

"The love engraved on the tree is nothing compared to the love engraved in the heart."

"Hey? Does Xiao Qiong also have someone you like?"

"Let's go, Minister."

Without answering Hongo Hina's question, the girl with twin tails turned around and walked towards the teaching building first.

"When it comes to school ghost stories, the 'half-dead spirit in the corridor' is indispensable."

After passing through the open door of the teaching building and walking in the empty corridor, with only the golden sunlight shining in, Hongo Hina spoke again.

"Yeah, I've heard about it too."

As a top student, Class Leader Nao knows a lot about ghost stories.

"Legend has it that it was a classmate who was run over by a tram, and only his upper body was left wandering in the school corridor."

"In order to catch up with the lower body who was caught in the tram, he could travel at a high speed of 70 yards."

"etc,"

Qiu Riyu raised his hand to interrupt,

"It's 70 yards on the highway. It doesn't even take a second to run through this corridor, right?"

"In other words, when you see the 'Half Undead', you have actually entered his shooting range."

".It's just an urban legend,"

Responding to Akira Yu's serious words, class leader Nao pushed up her glasses.

"And it was a legend from twenty or thirty years ago."

School ghost stories have long gone out of fashion.

After all, the essence of the ghost story is also a kind of 'warning': just like the half-dead spirit, it is to remind students to stay away from the tram passing by the station.

"Strange stories about hallways, and the classic 'automatic mannequin/skeleton' thing."

After Hina Hongo’s introduction, squad leader Nao took over the topic.

"Thirty years ago, the school still retained the tradition of 'night patrol'."

Maybe the patrolling security guards were dazzled, maybe there were teachers or students moving biological equipment. In short, as the 'night patrol' was replaced by cameras, this strange story disappeared.

"Then here,"

The four of them visited as they walked: In the empty classroom, the neat seats were covered with a layer of dust.

The top of the corridor was covered with spider webs, and even the spider webs were formed into hanging black masses due to the dust.

"Qiang Qiang, music room!"

Pointing to the room with the music room hanging next to it with both hands, Hongo Hina continued to introduce:

"The automatic piano playing in the middle of the night and the portrait of Beethoven with moving eyes are all strange stories that happened here."

"Where there are no cameras, there are a lot of strange things."

Gently opening the door and patting the non-existent dust on his hands, Qiu Riyu glanced at it, but did not find the piano: that kind of expensive toy, even if the school is closed, it is impossible to keep it.

On the contrary, there is indeed a row of artist's portraits hanging on the wall, as long as the other person's eyes will turn around:

"It's a raster painting,"

Squad Leader Nao raised his head and made a judgment.

"This uses the difference in viewing angles between human eyes and the principle of optical refraction to make the objects in the painting seem to protrude out of the picture, making them lifelike and vivid, giving people a strong visual impact."

"Then there are 13 extra steps,"

After walking out of the music room and walking up the corridor stairs, Qiu Riyuu's eyes fell on the wooden floor.

"This strange story is easy to explain. Someone put the wooden mat of the conference room in the corridor: because of the poor lighting, it will make people mistakenly think that there is an extra step."

In the old school, when the whole school held a meeting, a wooden platform with steps would be moved out to provide a stepping stone for the tall and impressive islanders of the previous generation.

In short, no matter what weird stories they are, they will disappear when faced with the camera.

The original spooky ‘campus ghost stories’,

Under the explanations of Yu Akihi and class leader Nao, it became as boring as "getting into science".

"Finally--"

Arriving at the end of the teaching building, it is:

"Hanako in the toilet."

…

Although it is not the same toilet, this scene reminds Akira Yuu of the beginning of time travel: Sure enough, no matter how much technology develops, some things will still remain the same: only the strange story of 'Hanako in the toilet' remains strong. Support until now.

Because cameras will not be installed in toilets, bullying will never go away.

"etc,"

After walking around, Qiu Riyu raised his hand as he left the teaching building.

"Six Years of Sakura, Half-Dead Soul, Automated Mannequin, Music Room Gaze, 13 Steps, Hanako."

"Aren't there usually seven ghost stories on campus?"

As for Qiuhi Yu's question, monitors Hongo Hina and Nao have not yet answered. Instead, Qiuhi Qiong opened his mouth to explain:

"The last one is the 'Statue of Kinjiro Ninomiya' with glowing eyes."

Ninomiya Kinjiro was a thinker in the Edo period. Because his family was poor, he went up the mountain to collect firewood while reading. This allusion was used as a statue and was once a landmark building in front of most schools.

"Later, due to the popularity of mobile phones, some parents thought that this kind of statue would make students play with mobile phones while walking, so it was removed."

Ah this,

Qiu Riyou was stunned for a moment.

I didn’t expect the ‘parents’ of the island country to be so powerful.

"Sure enough, I didn't encounter anything extraordinary~~"

"Isn't this a matter of course?"

Akira Yu couldn't help complaining about Hongo Hina's words.

"Not to mention whether it's so easy to encounter extraordinary beings. If we encounter them, we won't be able to deal with them!"

Of course, as long as Qiu Ri thinks about it, there is no problem in letting the 'Seven Weird Stories from School' dance in front of the four of them: so this 'adventure' trip is destined to be nothing but leisurely play.

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Unlike Yuu Akira who enjoys leisurely time,

Nagata Town, the Prime Minister’s official residence, has already gathered a large number of reporters!

A few hours were enough for the two battles in Shibuya and Minato to spread across the entire planet: almost all countries sent their designated news media to surround the Prime Minister's residence.

The group of journalists with mixed skin and eye colors showed all kinds of colors. The reporters from the island country were all worried, with expressions like their dead parents.

The foreign reporters, on the other hand, joked with each other about unrelated matters, and their excitement and joy were palpable: almost all of them had heard that the American embassy had been bombed into rubble.

Especially at the United News Agency in Xiba, the foreign reporters were eager to celebrate, with faces as happy as if they had won a billion dollars.

They are happy when the people of the island country suffer. Although in the past two years, their president has "understood history" and bowed to the island country at America's request, it is not difficult to see from the rapidly declining support rates of the two countries. It's a feud.

When the president steps down, according to Xiba's 'tradition', he will go to prison to spend the rest of his life.

"Sir, I have a problem!"

"May I ask about what happened below today?"

When the Chief Cabinet Secretary appeared in formal attire, the reporters immediately raised their arms!

"Please rest assured that we will give you a satisfactory answer."

"Hey, it will be announced, it will be announced."

Faced with countless shots and shots, the Chief Cabinet Secretary stepped up to the stage and began to speak.

"Today is a sad day."

"Extraordinary battles took place at the American Embassy in Shibuya Ward and Minato Ward."

extraordinary? fighting?

"Legendary gods and monsters."

"They are real and will return soon!"