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Chapter 31: Cinema Murder

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In the second half of the night, even the lights on the night shift in the cinema would take a break.

Everything was quiet and silent.

The quiet air may be due to the early morning, it was filled with a slightly damp and sticky sound.

'It hurts... it hurts...'

The voice that was indistinguishable between men and women and distorted like electromagnetic sounded in the empty corridor.

Accompanied by a series of weird and creepy murmurs that seem to cry and laugh, there was also a subtle sound of mucus dragging on the ground.

It moved slowly in the corridor.

The faint light of the streetlamp outside the window quietly sneaked into the room through the glass. The light of the miracle of human industry gently caresses the deformed body that slowly treks in the corridor.

The body of the monster was a swaying female body.

Its skin has a hazy blue frosted color, the graceful female body used a posture of lying on the floor, stretching her slender legs straight like a wooden board, and her instep is tight.

The two mantis-like arms with protruding joints were tightly attached to the outside of the skin of the legs, standing at attention, without moving.

On its dark blue abdomen, large pieces of strange internal organs that were beyond human cognition were exposed outside its body.

Under the protection of countless purple-red veins, it was beating vigorously.

If you look carefully, you could see that countless colorful eyeballs of different bloodlines were mechanically rotating in those green and red internal organs, leaving a sticky gurgling sound.

The monster's long black hair was like a bunch of water grass, dragging on the back of its head.

As the body moved, the long hair was like a mop in the bathroom. Long bloodstains flowed on the clean corridor floor of the cinema.

'It's so painful... so painful...'

This cursed spirit that looked like it ran out of the 24r studio was lying on the ground.

On its back, some snail-like soft and mucus-filled skin was moving rapidly on the ground, supporting the cursed spirit's progress.

'Let... let me... kill you...'

'Lie down... it won't hurt...'

A scarlet eyeball on the cursed spirit's human-like navy blue face was searching for prey quickly.

The eyeball was filled with dense small grids like the eyes of an insect. Every time the eye quickly turned once, there would be a 'click-click' sound in the air similar to a flash of photography.

"..."

Fushiguro Megumi poked his head out of the small window in the projection room of the No. 6 movie theater on the second floor. Looking at the scene in the corridor on the first floor, he blinked tiredly.

The boy quietly retracted his head and controlled his hands. He carefully closed the small sliding glass window.

"What is... below?"

Kise Ryota asked in a low voice with red eyes.

He was hiding in the corner pitifully. His hands were tightly holding a long mop handle as if holding a life-saving straw, and he was shaking like he had Parkinson's disease, the dust on the broom that had not been cleaned up fell down.

Megumi: "..."

The boy pursed his lips in a speechless manner, looking at the mop in Ryota's hand, he had a bad association, his face gradually became embarrassed.

Aomine Daiki: "Kise... I advise you not to ask."

The dark-skinned young man who looked like he was in a certain young and middle-aged stage looked back from the window glass.

He swallowed his saliva with a distorted expression while speaking.

Daiki had no cursed power and he could not see the cursed spirit.

Unlike Megumi's perspective, Daiki could only see a long bloodstain on the dark corridor on the first floor, which was moving slowly without any physical traction.

Daiki's first reaction was: Damn, so much blood was shed, how badly did that person die?

His clever little brain worked for a while before he had a second reaction.

The blood was in a straight line, it was being dragged.

There must be something like a mobile blood-sprinkling machine moving, but he just couldn't see it.

"Hey, Fushiguro, you can see down there, right?"

Daiki was relatively calm. After calming down, he was not as cowardly as Ryota. He could still maintain some rationality and asked Megumi by holding his shoulder.

Through the simple conversation just now, they had exchanged each other's names.

"...it's a ghost, a female ghost holding a mop."

Megumi looked at the junior high school uniforms on the two boys, brewed the words, and answered.

On the one hand, it is difficult to explain the cursed spirit. It was better to find the most appropriate similar species to give them a clear concept.

On the other hand, Megumi simplified the image of the cursed spirit. It was equivalent to simplifying the Elsa of Frozen to the level of Blu-ray Disc, who has studied animation for three years.

He didn't want to put too much pressure on these young boys who were not experienced in the world.

You know, sometimes the rich imagination of human beings could cause more fear than the scenes that were seen with their own eyes.

Megumi was afraid that when they came face to face with the cursed spirit, they would be scared to the point of shitting and urinating and sitting on the ground with weak legs before being attacked.

If this happened, even Amaterasu couldn't save them.

"...what?"

Daiki stared at Megumi blankly, and spoke Japanese-English with a dark face. He sat down on the ground with a plop as if he had lost all his strength.

"Ghosts, it turns out that they really exist..."

He held his shattered worldview, and the shirt on his back was wet with cold sweat and stuck to his body.

Daiki's average psychological quality was already very good, just compare it with his poor classmate Ryota.

However, encountering ghosts was too far away in the daily life of ordinary people, and its probability was like winning a lottery of tens of billions. For a while, no matter how good the psychological quality was, the body would be paralyzed.

"We can't stay here, it will come up sooner or later."

Megumi took a deep breath and said slowly.

"Ah? Can't we wait here till dawn? Won't ghosts be wiped out by dawn? What if we go out and meet it? ...not only it, but also those two crazy b*stards!"

Daiki was scared again when he heard it.

The ghost downstairs was scary, but there were two crazy people wandering at the door of the cinema.

One of them had a machete in his hand and stabbed the security guard's neck in front of them.

The blood splattered half of the wall.

Daiki was frightened to his knees at that time.

"Their target is me. If we meet one of the two parties, you two just need to run in the opposite direction from me. Don't worry, they probably won't chase you."

The screen of Megumi's mobile phone flashed a dazzling 'No Signal' sign.

The boy was silent for a moment and made up his mind.

He handed the mobile phone in his hand directly to Daiki.

Under the dark face of Daiki, Megumi quietly told his last words.

"You will be fine."

"After you get out, forget what happened today. All the deaths here are not your fault, and have nothing to do with you... Don't bear unnecessary guilt, live a good life."

"After you get out and have a signal, please call 'Mr. Gojo' in the contact list and report the coordinates here to him, and everything will be solved."

"..."

Daiki stared at Megumi in a daze.

He was not a fool, he understood this situation, Megumi wanted to sacrifice himself in exchange for the survival of the two of them.

But, for them, this kind of opportunity was not just selling out teammates?

Selling out the lives of their peers and finally spending their lives safely... Could they really do this kind of thing?

"Don't be ridiculous!"

Before Daiki could speak, Ryota on the side became a little emotional.

The boy's golden eyes were bloodshot, and he tried hard to hold back his tears.

"You all heard it just now! Those two bastards said they would peel off the skin of the three of us! And they would pour urine into us! They won't let any of us go! If we separate, we will all die!"

Ryota's voice was hoarse, and tears slowly flowed down his cheeks.

"I don't want to die in such an inexplicable way! And in such a disgusting way that will be on the social news! I don't want to be killed by such scum who don't care about other people's lives! I don't want them to get away with it!"

"..."

"Kise..."

The other two stared at Ryota in a daze, and Daiki's expression was a little sad and helpless.

*tap* *tap* *tap* *tap*

In the darkness, except for the slight breathing of the three boys, clear footsteps gradually came.

"!!!!"

Ryota widened his eyes, gritted his teeth. Like a rabbit that was forced into a corner, his eyes were red, he held the mop in his hand tightly, and stared at the door fiercely.

"...quick, turn all the mobile phones to silent, don't make any sound."

Megumi lowered his head, gently patted Daiki's shoulder with his hand, and reminded the temporary team with a small and weak breath.

"Hum... hmmm... hmm...hmm...hmmm..."

Along with the footsteps, a low and hoarse female voice was humming a song with a melodious and high tone.

*bang* *bang*

The sound of huge iron hitting the wall came harshly. Each time, it seemed to hit the hearts of the teenagers, making them tremble all over.

"..."

The three looked at each other in fear.

This strange voice and strange behavior were not the ghost downstairs, nor were they the two extremely p*rverted male murderers.

In this building.

There was a sixth person.

*thump* *thump* *thump*

Not known if it was an illusion, but as the humming sound slowly approached, the heartbeats of the three people began to become particularly obvious.

The heartbeat seemed to be connected to the eardrum, beating in the blood vessels of the ear canal, and each beat was like a sledgehammer hitting their brains, making them excited.

Was it... an enemy... or a companion?

Ryota looked at Megumi and Daiki with an inquiring look.

"..."

Megumi and Daiki had surprisingly similar expressions.

They all looked at Ryota with disgust and shock, with a look of "Look, you big idiot".

Were you mentally r*tarded?!

How could someone who hummed a song in the middle of the night and wanders around with an unknown weapon be a normal person?

And a companion?

This person was either a mental patient or a pervert who came here to kill people!

"Hm... hmm... haha."

Accompanied by the hoarse laughter of the shovel scratching on the glass.

The footsteps came to the door where they were hiding.

From the perspective of the three people, it could be clearly seen that two feet stopped under their door.

The two feet paused for a while, and then the black shadow in the gap under the door slowly began to grow larger.

"..."

Megumi's eyes widened in horror, his scalp tingled, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He understood.

That huge black shadow meant that the person outside the door had crouched down and was staring at them through the crack in the door.

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· Genuine translation can be found only in OchatimesBlogspotCom and FanFictionNet


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