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"Woooo..."

A faint sobbing sound came from deep within the warehouse.

The sound echoed above the warehouse, sounding particularly eerie and terrifying.

Is anyone inside?

Akashi Isamu mustered his courage and shouted loudly.

No one answered; the crying continued.

Akashi Yu took two steps deeper into the warehouse, mustered his courage, and called out again, but still no one answered.

Only eerie crying could be heard, faint and indistinct.

Akashi Yu walked all the way to the deepest part of the warehouse, where the crying was coming from.

Akashi Isamu found the light switch and pressed it.

龇！

A strange electrical sound came from above, and the light bulb on top flickered twice before turning on.

However, the lamp seemed to have been unused for a long time, and the light it emitted was very dim, barely illuminating the surroundings. Combined with the faint crying sounds, this made everything around them even more eerie.

Akashi Isamu held his breath and began to survey the surrounding area.

He soon discovered that the crying was coming from behind a door.

Akashi Yu scratched his head in confusion. He had worked here for five or six years and had entered this warehouse at least five hundred times, but he had never seen this door before.

Moreover, the door looks quite eerie.

The entire door was made by splicing together individual wooden strips and nailing them together, just like a simple wooden door in a rural farmhouse.

This door is so old, I don't know how many years it's been around.

The wooden planks on the door were iron gray, covered with black spots that looked a bit like moss. The nails that held the door in place were rusty, and the whole door exuded a smell of decay.

Even more bizarrely, dark things kept emerging from the cracks in the door, and the black spots on the door seemed to be slowly expanding.

The eerie crying sounded again.

Akashi Isamu couldn't resist pressing his ear against the door to listen carefully.

Waaah...

The crying was indeed coming from inside the door.

Reason told him that he should leave immediately.

But the cries seemed to pierce his eardrums and penetrate his brain.

He seemed to be possessed, his whole being becoming muddled and confused.

By the time he came to his senses, he had already turned the doorknob.

However... there was nothing behind the door!?

No, Akashi Isamu quickly realized that there was more than just the door. Everything behind the door was completely shrouded in darkness; nothing could be seen.

This bizarre scene brought Akashi Isamu back to his senses.

He immediately prepared to close the door.

It's a pity it's too late.

call!

A large amount of black mist gushed out from the door, and from within the mist, one by one, vengeful spirits that looked like dried corpses reached out and grabbed Akashi Isamu's body, dragging him into the black mist.

"Help! Help me!"

Akashi Isamu managed to grab the door while shouting for help.

The black mist seemed to be enraged by his actions. Countless wronged souls crawled onto his body, and gray, withered arms, like vines, wrapped around him, dragging him little by little, helplessly, into the black mist.

In the face of crisis, Akashi Isamu's full survival potential was unleashed.

He clung to the door tightly, refusing to let go no matter how the wronged spirits behind him tried to pull him away.

Under the immense force, his fingernail broke off, his fingers bled, and his finger bones made cracking sounds as they succumbed to the strain.

Gradually, more and more wronged souls were captured, until finally only one arm could be seen reaching outwards.

In a jungle of withered, gray arms, a single eye stares desperately outward, its gaze growing smaller and smaller until it disappears.

"save……!"

Akashi Isamu let out a final, indistinct cry for help before being dragged into the black mist, where he completely disappeared from the air.

The wronged spirits were like ripples on the surface of water created by a stone thrown into it, slowly receding into the black mist, and then the black mist quickly retreated into the darkness.

It was as if nothing had ever happened.

All that remained was a row of bloody finger scratches on the door frame...

Night slowly enveloped the sky.

The Shinomiya family's mansion fell silent once again.

"I'm sorry, but I'll have to ask you to sleep with me tonight."

Kaguya Shinomiya sat in front of the dressing table and spoke apologetically to Ai Hayasaka, who was making the bed.

“Young Miss, there’s no need to apologize. Protecting you is simply my duty. Besides…”

Hayasaka Ai raised one finger, closed one eye, and said playfully:

"I actually quite like sleeping with the young lady."

Kaguya Shinomiya was terrified by everything that happened during the day, so when night fell, she somewhat embarrassedly asked Ai Hayasaka if she could stay and sleep with her that night.

Hayasaka Ai readily agreed.

And so the scene described earlier occurred.

As for that strange music box, Kaguya Shinomiya simply threw it into the deepest part of the storage room.

As night deepened, the two girls lay down on the large bed.

Perhaps it was the presence of a familiar person lying beside her that gave Kaguya Shinomiya a little sense of security, and she soon fell asleep.

The entire mansion gradually quieted down, and as the lights went out one by one, the mansion slowly fell into darkness.

Akemi Arioka and head maid Rika Imoda finished washing up and were heading back to their dormitory to rest.

As she passed the restroom, Imoda Rika's cheeks flushed slightly.

"Mingmei, wait for me outside for a moment."

Arioka Akemi nodded knowingly.

"I see."

Chapter 166 The Shadow Approaching Kaguya Shinomiya

After taking care of her physiological needs, Imoda Rika left the cubicle, went to the sink, and turned on the tap.

Without realizing it, Imoda Rika looked up.

Suddenly, the 'Imoda Rika' in the mirror gave her a strange smile.

"what!"

Bah!

Rika Imoda was startled and instinctively took a step back, slamming her head against the toilet stall door with a loud bang.

Akemi Arioka, standing outside the restroom, quickly asked:

"Rika-nee, what's wrong?"

Rika Imoda said, trembling:

"There's something in the mirror..."

Suddenly she froze. The 'she' in the mirror had returned to normal and was staring at her with a terrified expression.

Arioka Akemi asked doubtfully:

What's in the mirror?

Rika Imoda swallowed hard and shook her head.

"It's nothing, I'll be right out. Sorry to keep you waiting."

Since there was nothing wrong, she naturally didn't want to bother others.

So she went to the sink again and turned on the tap.

This time, however, she kept looking up at the mirror, afraid that the same strange scene would repeat itself.

But gradually, Rika Imoda's intuition sensed something was wrong, and an ominous premonition instantly welled up in her heart.

Just then, a strange whisper arose, as if it were coming from the other side of the wall, or from underground, or perhaps from the cubicle behind her...

Immediately afterwards, the temperature around them dropped sharply, and strange moss-like black patches began to grow on the walls, door cracks, and the ground.

Rika Imoda lowered her head. What came out of the tap was not tap water at all, but streams of black 'mud' that looked like blood.

"what……!"

Rika Imoda screamed and instinctively tried to turn and run away.

Suddenly, the black 'mud' in the pool began to churn as if it were alive. Then, several grayish-white arms, like withered branches, stretched out from it, grabbed her hand, and instantly dragged her into the pool!

Immediately afterwards, the black 'mud' churned and gushed out of the pool, beginning to spread in all directions.

pat!

A series of loud noises.

Akemi Arioka witnessed a living person being swallowed by a pool of black 'mud'. She covered her mouth in horror, and her washbasin and other toiletries scattered all over the ground.

Seeing the black 'mud' gushing out of the sink and spreading outwards, Akemi Arioka could no longer hold back and screamed.

"what!"