I'm a teacher in Tokyo!

Chapter 125 Things in the Dark

Kayako tiptoed and took down the flour box. Because the rented room was cramped and the kitchen was also crowded, she had to make the most of every spare space in order to fit all sorts of things in.

—The refrigerator was also filled with items.

She first coated the marinated pork tenderloin with egg white, then poured flour into a plate, coated it with a layer of flour, and then coated it again with beaten golden egg. Finally, she carefully placed the meat into the bubbling oil.

As the sizzling sound rang out, the pork tenderloin quickly set.

A few minutes later, she took it out and put another piece on top, just like before.

The teacher must have worked very hard today. He would be happy to have a hot meal when he gets off work exhausted.

Furthermore, every time she cooked and waited for her teacher to return, Kayako always felt like a virtuous wife and enjoyed it immensely.

Bubbles surged in the pot, the miso soup in one side of the pot emitted a fragrant aroma, and the edges of the eggs in the Yukihira pot curled up slightly due to the heat.

Pork chops, omelet rice, and miso soup exude a warm and inviting aroma under the soft, yellowish light.

She hummed the tune of the Omelette Rice Song, the gloom on her face gone, replaced by a slight smile. Her originally frail body had gradually improved thanks to the good care she received these past few days, including being well-fed, warmly clothed, and well-fed.

Life is getting better and better, sweeter and sweeter.

But in the next moment, it was as if countless terrifying contents were forcibly stuffed into my head;

There was nothing unusual about what lay ahead, but every time it stepped into the area, it would feel emotions it shouldn't have felt.

The woman ran wildly on all fours like a wild animal;

Even if one doesn't know "what fear is" at this moment, once that area is touched, an emotion called "fear" or "dread" will emerge from the depths of one's soul.

But, at this moment.

Almost instantly, as if electrocuted, it leaped away and hid behind a tree;

It slowly reached its hand back, and the next moment, it saw the body it had chosen lying there quietly. It suddenly took a step forward.

In her eyes, all the lights in the rooms ahead were off, leaving only one room with a light on. The girl's shadow, cast by the kitchen light, swayed slightly as it moved against the light outside the window.

They didn't even want the so-called saintess's corpse anymore.

It stared blankly at that spot for a long time before finally turning around and walking in the other direction.

At this moment, the calendar on the wall moved slightly in the wind, lifting one corner; the ceiling light swayed; and the shadow under the lifted corner of the calendar sometimes grew longer and sometimes shorter, as if dragging a tail.

But in the shadows, there is a swirling, twisted curse.

The instant it touched that "domain," it felt as if something crawled through its head, and an instinctive tremor made it quickly leave that place.

Kayako was very content with this kind of life.

Although there were ups and downs, living with her teacher was undoubtedly the best time she had ever experienced since she became self-aware.

It trembled, its limbs slightly bent, staring intently ahead like a hunting dog.

Kayako's shadow swayed slightly, and almost instantly, the woman's body seemed to lose control, her hands stiffly slamming into a fire hydrant with a dull thud.

Behind the woman who was already dead, a shadow paused for a moment a few dozen meters from Kayako's room. It slowly reached out and touched the nothingness in front of it.

Upon spotting the faint shadow, the woman went completely mad and charged toward it.

There are silhouettes of the night, a high-hanging moon, and in the surrounding darkness, there seems to be some terrifying presence lurking in the shadows, sharpening its claws, about to approach.

Meanwhile, outside, it was dark and windy.

……

In his originally lifeless, dark pupils, a strange figure seemed to crawl past.

Kayako placed the pork cutlet on top of the rice, then poured an egg on top, and then cracked the egg, letting the golden yolk flow out.

She then put the plate into the steamer to keep it warm, so that the teacher would have a hot meal when he came back!

At that moment, she suddenly heard some muffled sounds outside. She walked to the window and looked at the terrifying darkness outside. Kayako hesitated for a long time, but in the end she still didn't dare to open the window to see what was happening outside.

As if deceiving herself, she drew the curtains, and suddenly felt a sense of security.

After Kayako put the rice in the bowl, she untied her apron, went to the main room, and sprawled out on Yoshizaki Kawa's bed. She squinted at the glaring light, took a deep breath, and sensed the slightly worn smell of the bed.

I felt an overwhelming sense of security.

She hugged the blanket, curled up like a shrimp, and squeezed her legs tightly together.

It was like hugging the teacher.

……

The shadowy figure lingered around Tomie's house for a long time, but feeling that long-lost sense of familiarity and a faint sense of obedience, it hesitated for a while before finally choosing to look for the next person.

A moment later, it stopped at the dormitory entrance;

Feeling powerless as if being held in the air by two giant hands, and facing the future, the fear that Kayako had once awakened within me.

It remained silent for longer and longer than before.

In its eyes, the world ahead seemed to be another world, with two enormous figures standing in front of it, while it was being picked up like a chick and played with at will.

It wants to return to its starting point.

Thinking of this, the shadow began to flit about incessantly in the darkness again—

……

A man dressed in a wide robe stood before the enshrined statue of a deity. He first bowed, and then tore off a piece of red cloth that was placed under the statue.

Beneath the red cloth was a clay sculpture, but at the top of the sculpture was a genuine, half-rotten, monkey-like infant's head.

The man gently lifted the head, then looked behind him;

Behind him, a man held a broken comb in his hand. This was something the mole had brought from the scene. It had once been the token by which the saintess commanded ghosts, but after Kotoko killed him, the ghost in the comb also vanished.

Although the smoke has dissipated, Kotoko had once used this comb to fight the saintess, so even though the comb was damaged, it still bore part of that karma.

Now, this cult leader plans to use this comb to have another magical duel with that guy, Kotoko!

—Doing things this way these days is so extreme, it's really going too far even if it were a cult.

If I don't take action soon, the followers of the cult will start to waver, and then it will be difficult for me to make money and hold orgies!

Therefore, it must be stopped.

"Let's go, let me see just how badly injured Kotoko really is!"

The man walked to a high wooden platform and instructed the believers to place the broken comb in front of the mirror.

At the same time, with his orders;

Many male and female believers below took off their clothes and sat naked in the cold winter below the platform.

This lean man climbed barefoot onto the platform.

Then, he put the fist-sized infant's head into his mouth, and almost instantly, with a sharp cry, the mirror in front of him shattered, and blood tears began to flow from his eyes. The blood fell onto the platform and mixed with the blood that had been prepared, forming a blood-red figure.

The next moment, the man's head slumped down heavily;

The blood-red figure suddenly raised its head, and in the next instant, the surrounding darkness turned blood-red, flowing upstream along the broken comb.

Almost instantly, the man arrived at the branch's tunnel.

From the ghost's perspective, everything around him was blood-red and blurry. Humans appeared as humanoid lights in this view, but he saw no remaining people in the tunnel.

"Has Kotoko left?"

With this thought in mind, he slowly walked outside;

But at this moment,

As a fellow ghost, he seemed to sense something and looked ahead.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 126 Battle of Wits?

In this blood-red world, a patch of black appeared ahead.

The blood-red world is equivalent to one's own domain. The appearance of light indicates the presence of life, and the appearance of radiance indicates the presence of an exorcist.

The appearance of any other color indicates one thing—someone of their kind has arrived.

Whether it's red, gold, yellow, black, or white, it's all a ghost.

It's just that some ghosts have been given the title of gods.

If a ghost is a ghost, it will have obsessions, and obsessions will breed resentment. This is the most basic thing about the existence of ghosts.

Strangely, he did not sense any resentment from the darkness opposite.

But such a thing is like a fairy tale, something that could never happen. Faced with something that defies common sense, the man was at a loss for what to do.

Ghosts are monsters that are extremely emotional, born from resentment and obsession.

The man frantically tried to control the red area, attempting to retaliate against the black, but in the back and forth, he was unable to gain the upper hand for the time being.

Meanwhile, in reality;

The battle inside the tunnel continues.