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Chapter 35: I want to hang someone

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*Graphic violence warning, read with your own consequences

"Kise... no... what's wrong with you?"

Daiki looked at Ryota in confusion, his voice trembling.

From the beginning, or when he came out of the bathroom, he felt that Ryota was a little bit wrong.

In his impression, Ryota was usually cheerful, enthusiastic and clingy.

Although he was a little proud and proud of his basketball skills, his conceit was far less than that of Daiki.

Sometimes Daiki himself admitted that he was intermittently arrogant.

However, when encountering unexpected things, Ryota was a boy with a strong sense of justice.

Even though he had just witnessed the murder of the staff at the door, during their escape, Ryota would still mention from time to time: remember the location of the body and help the police to collect the poor body.

But until entering the bathroom, Daiki felt that Ryota's expression and temperament had changed a little.

Let alone Ryota's weird words to him from time to time.

When Daiki turned his head to observe Ryota's condition, he found that this guy was staring at him from beginning to end.

That was definitely not a loving or sincere look.

It was a lifeless look, as if two black holes on the wall were staring at you.

Anyway, it was creepy.

And now, Ryota's behavior was even weirder.

He said to looked at the iron hook.

He didn't even talk properly, and had a weird smile on his face, like a guide NPC in a horror game or a ghost, the bags under his eyes were so dark that they looked like he would die of a horse-borne wind in the next second.

If there was no ghost, who would believe it?

Thinking of this, Daiki's face, which was as black as a friend in a certain state, began to glow green.

He was scared green.

"...Fushiguro, do you have any magic to see if there are any ghosts on Kise... I feel like this kid is not right..."

Daiki swallowed his saliva and his whole body was stiff and cold as if he was locked in a cold chain warehouse storing raw meat.

He stared at Ryota in front of him, stretched out his hand and pulled Megumi's sleeve. He seemed to draw some vitality and courage from the boy next to him and muttered softly.

The voice was indeed not loud.

But it was particularly obvious in the originally quiet and empty corridor.

There was also a little echo.

Megumi: "..."

Ryota: "..."

What was this?

Were you plotting loudly?

Were you really going to tear your face apart on the spot like this?

"Aominecchi, did you misunderstand something?"

Ryota's face twisted on the spot and he gritted his teeth to defend himself against Daiki.

"If we can't stay rational and save ourselves in such a dangerous environment, do we have to escape from here as carelessly as before, just like playing house?"

"People need to learn to adapt to their living environment. What's wrong with that?"

"..."

Daiki opened his mouth and stared at the unfamiliar Ryota with wide eyes.

Ryota's behavior was a little strange, but his explanation was logical.

It may also be that Ryota's "Aominecchi" made him feel familiar. Daiki's face was not as ugly as before.

But he was still a little worried.

"Then... then let me ask you. There is a gray-haired person in our team who looks like he sells second-hand CDs on the street. What's his name?"

Daiki threw a question cautiously.

"Haizaki Shogo."

Ryota answered expressionlessly without hesitation, it could be said that he was not stuck at all.

"Oh... sorry..."

Daiki suddenly felt guilty and lowered his voice. H didn't dare to look directly into Ryota's eyes.

"..."

Megumi on the side was not so easy to fool.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and examined Ryota from head to toe. Although his cursed power could not be used for a short time, it did not mean that he could not observe the circulation of cursed power around him and the breath left by the cursed spirit.

In his opinion.

This was what happened to Ryota when he ran out of the toilet.

The pollution of the corpse cursed spirit on his body has intensified.

Daiki and Ryota were ordinary people. When they come into contact with creatures like cursed spirits, they would be polluted to some extent.

However, this kind of netherworld pollution did not cause much harm to the human body. It may just disturb the victim's mind for a short period of time, making their temperament become moody.

It was also easy to solve.

After escaping from here, just find a temple to burn incense.

"...don't put too much psychological pressure on yourself... we... can get out."

Megumi was not very good at psychological counseling.

But he still stepped forward and patted Ryota's shoulder; he comforted him a little stiffly.

Then, Megumi turned to Daiki and said, "The aura here is not very good, it is easy to affect emotions and moods. Everyone should unite and calm down."

"..."

Daiki was stunned when he heard this.

Then, like a child who had done something wrong, he lowered his head slightly and said a small "hmm".

Megumi breathed a sigh of relief. He looked around and prepared to take the two of them to the exit.

"Then let's find the exit first. The cursed spirit won't be able to...!!!!"

He hadn't finished his words yet.

Megumi stared at the end of the corridor, at the other staircase, his whole body froze.

The unfinished words were stuck in his throat.

"What's wrong?"

Daiki followed Megumi's gaze and looked towards the end of the corridor.

Then the dark-skinned boy saw the rabbit-headed woman who had been holding an axe and peeping at them at the door, standing there covered in blood, with a person on her shoulder.

Daiki: "..."

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that his pants seemed a little wet.

At this time, the image of the rabbit-headed woman gradually became clear in front of their eyes.

The woman wore a military green blood-stained vest and a pair of overalls.

On the upper half of her face was an old wooden rabbit mask with pits on it, it looked a bit like a hand-carved one.

Although the woman was petite, she was carrying a tall adult man on her thin shoulders. This weight didn't seem to affect her at all, and her back was still straight. She just stood there, staring at them, and he didn't know how long she had been staring at them.

"Fu... Fushiguro... san... What should we do now?"

Daiki was so scared that he was talking nonsense.

Especially when he saw a bloody head between the arms of the rabbit-headed woman, the man on her shoulders had a broken arm.

Damn it.

This guy was a murderer.

"...stand behind me..."

Megumi's pupils shrank, and his feet were a little numb.

He didn't care too much, and stretched out his hand to block Daiki and Ryota behind him. He stood in front of the two of them, arms open, in a protective posture.

"Hehe... hehe... la la la..."

Before the three of them could recover.

The rabbit-headed woman smiled, opened her mouth, and hummed a low and hoarse song in her throat, repeating the same tune over and over again.

She carried the man on her arm and walked to the stairs beside her. There was an iron hook ornament like the one on Megumi's side.

"..."

At this moment, Megumi stopped breathing.

The boy's pupils dilated slightly.

At that moment, he seemed to have predicted the rabbit-headed woman's actions, so the faster his heart beat in his chest.

That hook...

It was that woman's...

"Argghhhhh!!!!"

A shrill man's scream lingered in the empty first floor for a long time.

The rabbit-headed woman, in front of the three teenagers.

Hanging a living human on a rusty big iron hook.

The posture was as natural as hanging a piece of raw pork.

The iron hook entered the man's back.

It broke through the skin from the gap between the collarbones on the chest.

Streams of bright red blood sprayed like a shower. The spray range reached the opposite wall.

In an instant, the eyes of the three young men were blood red.

"Argghhhhh!!!!"

The one-handed man hung on the iron hook let out a heart-wrenching scream.

His eyes were wide open like a fish out of water.

Countless red blood appeared unevenly on his eyeballs.

The only remaining arm painfully supported the hook in front of the clavicle, and his feet kept flapping in the air.

The scarlet blood dripped down his toes, and the iron chain that he kept pulling while struggling made a terrifying clanking sound.

It intertwined with the man's low and gentle screams into a symphony.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!"

A shrill and hoarse wail came from Daiki's mouth.

It was the kind of shouting that broke the voice.

"!!!"

Megumi was startled and turned back in a daze.

Behind him, Daiki was so scared that he sat down on the ground.

The boy's tears flowed down his cheeks. He seemed to be short of oxygen, staring at the direction of the rabbit-headed woman with a heart-wrenching look, opening his mouth and wailing wildly.

Daiki was really scared to pee.

"..."

Megumi's attention was all attracted by Daiki's miserable appearance.

What he didn't see was.

Ryota on the side was staring at the man hanging on the iron hook with shining eyes.

The boy's golden eyes shone in the darkness, and his slightly enlarged mouth revealed a bottomless throat, the transparent liquid at the corner of his mouth almost flowed down.

Ryota looked at the man on the iron hook stiffly.

A happy smile bloomed on his twisted face.

That extremely excited posture made his beautiful and handsome face look ferocious like some indescribable beast.

"Hehehe... hehehe... hahahaha"

Daiki and the man's screams seemed to please the bunny-headed woman.

She laughed and held the head in her arms like a treasure in front of her chest.

And she aimed the head's eyes at the man who was being tortured and screaming on the iron hook in front of her.

'Look, one life for another.'

She gently closed the eyes of the head with her rough fingers.

It was as if the nameless security guard had resolved a matter.

Then, the bunny-headed woman gently pressed her blood-stained lips on the forehead of the head, as if giving him the last goodnight kiss.

Go to sleep, sweet dreams.

"..."

However.

In Tiantian's eyes, it was a warm and blessing scene.

In the eyes of the three teenagers, it was extremely thrilling and curious.

"Ah..."

Daiki was so frightened by her that his voice was stuck and he held back his screams.

He just stared at the bunny-headed woman with his mouth wide open.

Killing people, bunny mask, blackened axe.

Humming nursery rhymes, with great strength.

Now there was also a suspected wet-refining fetish.

Was this female ghost stacking buffs here?!!

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· Genuine translation can be found only in OchatimesBlogspotCom and FanFictionNet

*Holding an axe and putting people on iron hook like a pig, remind you of something? :)


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