I'm a teacher in Tokyo!

……

After Kayako finished speaking, she put down her phone with a hint of disappointment, her eyes stinging.

in fact--

Just now, when she called, the voice message said: "The number you are calling is switched off or out of service area."

So the call was not made to the teacher.

Perhaps only in this way could I have the courage to say those words to nothingness.

But somehow, for some unknown reason, or perhaps because she was hallucinating, Kayako seemed to hear her teacher's response.

He was telling himself, "I see it, it's beautiful."

Even though it was an auditory hallucination, Kayako still felt very happy.

Let's just take it as the teacher's response to me!

She hopped barefoot onto the bed in another room where the teacher had slept, lay down on the bed, and dangled her little feet slightly.

Ahead, a yellowed diary was laid out;

Kayako wrote with a forced smile;

"—Although I couldn't watch the moon with my teacher, I mustered up the courage to call him. He said the moon was beautiful—perhaps he understood the meaning of 'the moon is beautiful,' and was responding to himself that he liked me too?"

She crossed out that paragraph with a slash and then rewrote it below;

"I didn't get through on the phone, but I know... Teacher, he must be watching too. The wind will carry my feelings to him."

"I embraced the wind, and I embraced my teacher. I slept in his bed, and he wore my bracelet. We slept in each other's arms in different places and at different times."

"This was a trip full of wonderful memories—I am very happy."

She crossed it out again—

"Teacher, are you really watching? I miss you so much."

After writing this sentence, it felt like a certain spot had been hit.

She tilted her head back, silently closed the notebook, curled up in bed, clutching the notebook, feeling the cold bed, the silent room, and her own clown-like self-comfort.

Even though she tried to hold back the stinging pain in her eyes, tears still streamed down her face. She desperately tried to wipe them away, but the fluid from her eyes seemed endless.

No matter how she wiped it, she couldn't stop it from flowing;

Kayako didn't dare to cry loudly. She didn't know if the villa was soundproof, and what kind of misunderstandings would result if others heard her crying.

She could only curl up in bed, whimpering like a wounded little animal;

In the past, I would never have cried over something like this;

What a fragile and incompetent person it must be to be so sad and cry over such a trivial matter!

Previously, I was kicked out of the house by my parents and slept alone in parks and even toilets, feeling fear and cold. At that time, I did not cry, but just felt that all of this was so commonplace.

Previously, I was isolated by others, no one ever asked my name, and I was like a ghost in the class.

I didn't cry then.

Because I've gotten used to it.

but now--

Because of the teacher

I've become a fragile clown who cries when his desires aren't granted.

In fact, she also tried to reconcile with herself using the words her teacher had used to comfort her.

But it's impossible; it's simply impossible.

There is no reason.

—But, at this very moment.

In the quiet room, a familiar ringtone sounded;

Kayako paused, a glimmer of hope appearing in her tear-filled eyes. She crawled to the bedside table, her hands trembling as she picked up her phone. When she saw the contact displayed on the screen…

She wiped away her tears and dared not accept the gift, afraid that the teacher would notice her sobbing.

After taking several deep breaths, he finally answered the phone with trembling hands.

"The teacher saw it."

"Kayako, the moon you spoke of, we are under the same moon."

A gentle voice, seemingly weak, rang out, but Kayako had no time to think about anything else;

Tears streamed down her face.

The next moment, she bit her forearm, drawing blood.

Only in this way can I force myself not to cry out loud.

"Ah."

Good night, teacher, sweet dreams.

She squeezed out the short words through clenched teeth, trying to keep her voice from cracking, she muttered to herself:

"I'll see you again tomorrow."

"We will meet in our dreams."

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(End of this chapter)

Chapter 108 Foreseeing the Nightmare, Tomie's Death

at night;

Perhaps it was because it was getting late at night and getting colder, the rain and snow that were originally falling from the sky had turned into heavy snow, which fell to the ground.

Under the dim light of the streetlights, snowflakes skimmed across the light, casting shadows in the sky, and slowly fell, landing on the black car below.

Yoshizaki rolled down the car window, and the light from inside the car shone through the window, revealing a thin layer of snow on the ground.

In the brief conversation with Kayako just now, even though the child tried her best to suppress herself, how could Yoshizaki not hear the sob in her voice?

But that's just how it is. Nothing is ever perfect. If I had chosen to stay with Kayako, who knows how many exorcists would have died or been injured tonight?

He is a pragmatic person who values ​​life, which is why he chose this place.

But, actually, I have another option;

"Miss Kotoko, could you please ask the hospital to issue me a certificate for accidental fall injuries? I plan to go pick them up tomorrow."

The first proof was naturally to dispel Kayako and the others' misunderstanding about his injuries, since he was covered in wounds and would be exposed if asked.

As for the second one, since I brought them there, I naturally have to bring them back.

As for the principal?

Yoshizaki believed that Kotoko would help him solve the problem.

Upon hearing this, Kotoko nodded and said, "I'll personally take you tomorrow."

Of course, Kotoko had another reason for going: her unreliable younger sister...

He had previously asked Makoto to take that demon and keep an eye on Kayako, but now it seems he had overestimated Makoto's reliability.

If Yoshizaki hadn't remained unaffected by time and remembered this incident, he probably would have forgotten about it himself.

Furthermore, during her postwar discussions with Yoshizaki Kawa, she discovered that the reason this was so difficult was actually due to Makoto herself!

If Makoto hadn't failed to keep a close eye on Mary Shaw, she wouldn't have been summoned by Kayako's Ouija board ritual, and the karmic consequences wouldn't have been triggered, leading to two waves of Ju-on descending, severely injuring Yoshizaki, forcibly destroying her own barrier, and causing heavy casualties among the mediums and exorcists below.

The older medium wouldn't have been targeted and killed by the Po-Xiu demon.

However, Kotoko did not expect that her younger sister could cause trouble even though she was hundreds of miles away.

She was completely disappointed in her sister at this moment. Sure enough, she would just live as an ordinary person from now on!

She sighed softly, stepped on the gas, and drove towards the hospital;

On a snowy day, cars are prone to slipping, so she didn't drive fast.

Fortunately, Yoshizaki was not seriously injured; he was only cut by glass and his foot wound was somewhat festering due to the curse of the Po-Xu Demon.

And Kotoko—

This is a freak. Despite vomiting blood repeatedly and being beaten back and forth, she seems to be in better condition than Yoshizaki Kawa, thanks to her powerful physique.

Upon arriving at the hospital, after Kotoko placed a talisman on Yoshizaki Kawa's foot, the professional medical staff began to treat his wound.

After taking Yoshizaki to the hospital, Kotoko put on her coat and said she was going to check on the other exorcists before leaving the ward.

Inside the ward, there were three exorcists in total, two women and one man;

According to Kotoko, because the Po-Xu Demon's target was always her and her, most of the exorcists below were only seriously injured because the barrier was broken. Only the exorcists guarding the gate were the first to come into contact with the Po-Xu Demon and died.

After the wound was treated, Yoshizaki looked at them with some curiosity.