Damn! I'm surrounded by beautiful women's ghost stories

"They've all met with accidents," said Dr. Bathory. "They've all lost contact with me. Be careful and come back as soon as possible. The investigation is temporarily over."

"Of course I have to rush back!"

Yuuma Ueda's will to survive is stronger than ever.

He had just run two steps outside when he suddenly thought of something. He turned around, grabbed the booklet that could turn a person into a scarecrow, and stuffed it into his clothes without even looking at it.

Although they did not encounter any danger along the way, Yuuma Uda was breathing so heavily that he had to hold his knees due to lack of oxygen.

My head was buzzing, and the only sounds in my ears were my pounding heart and my uncontrollable breathing.

The will to survive made him run in the direction he came from.

"what is that?"

Yuma Uda saw the two soldiers twisting their bodies. The scene was so strange and terrifying that he even forgot how to breathe.

One was the one who was guarding the elevator door and the base station before, and the other was the soldier who abandoned Yuuma Ueda and escaped first.

The joints in their bodies have exceeded human limits.

Twist and twist.

Blood spurted, bones wailed, but there was a smile on their faces... nothing could stop them from twisting their bodies.

The clothes were twisted out of shape and cut into the flesh like razor blades.

Until the neck twisted 360 degrees.

Until the smile completely disappeared.

Until... two bodies fell to the ground!

The body's survival instinct takes over again and the body becomes like a fish out of water.

"Huff huff huff huff!" Yuma Uda was gasping for breath due to fear. He had no idea what was going on.

Suddenly, a white light appeared in front of my eyes, twisting in front of my eyes, like the heat rising from a scorching summer road that could distort my vision, twisting and twisting!

"Ugh!" Yuuma Uda felt like vomiting. The feeling of vomiting did not come from the stomach, nor was it a physiological reaction to seeing the bloody scene, but from the brain.

A kind of mental nausea.

My ears can't hear anything.

He noticed something was wrong and immediately moved his eyes away from the twisting white light, and the "nausea" feeling in his head also improved a little.

However, human curiosity is like this. When you can't see the other person, you are afraid that the other person will suddenly attack you.

Yuuma Ueda tried to glance over there with his peripheral vision, and the white light was still twisting.

Just a glance at it, and the feeling of nausea was uncontrollable. It seemed as if there was a rubber band in his head that could not be torn apart, and it was turning as he thought.

Maybe my brain will be like the corpse twisted into a dough stick on the ground... just like a clockwork, turning round and round... until it reaches the upper limit and finally collapses completely.

"I'm dead," he was very scared.

"I wonder if it has eyes" This thought came to my mind at the same time.

"Yuuma Uda, how are you?" Dr. Bathory's voice came from the headset again.

The signal is really good. This was the third thought that came to Yuuma Ueda at the same time.

His brain was no longer his own. Everything around him seemed to slow down, and his brain could think of more and more things, but Yuuma Uda did not feel happy at all. On the contrary, he was very scared.

It's like watching a knife slowly stabbing towards your eyes, but you can't move at all and can only wait to die.

When death is inevitable, it would be better to be stabbed to death with a sharp knife.

Dr. Bathory on the other end heard Yuuma Uda's crazy words: "I saw him twisting and turning like this when I was three years old. His body snake is really inexplicable. The sky is also blue. The steaming blue is delicious."

"Uda?" Dr. Bathory's voice sounded nervous.

She should care about me for the first time instead of just treating me as a yes-man who follows orders. This was Yuma Uda's fourth thought.

And the fifth thought: What on earth am I talking about?

There are more and more ideas in my mind.

"The sun that twisted and turned that day was as delicious as crispy bones, and it was painted right with watermelon."

"Uda?!"

Until the white light engulfed Yuuma Ueda, he used up his last bit of strength and cast his eyes, which were occupied by the white light, on the booklet that he had pulled out of his arms at some point.

Watch it, and you will be different after watching it.

Can a monster be subdued by another monster?

Yuuma Uda had no choice.

Either you become a scarecrow or you are twisted into a dough stick, there is only a glimmer of hope between the two.

I don't know how long it was, but when Yuuma Uda opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on a completely isolated hospital bed.

There were all kinds of high-tech instruments around him, and he could hardly name any of them.

"Uh" Yuuma Uda turned his head with difficulty.

He found that next to his bed were various high-tech instruments, as if they would appear in science fiction movies, but further out were all "Xuanmen" magical instruments, including swords, hammers, round fans, statues of gods, talismans, scriptures, and a group of monks, witches, and priests surrounding him.

There were even talismans pasted on his chest and between his eyebrows.

After noticing this, Yuuma Ueda wanted to raise his hand and tear off the talisman on his forehead.

"Don't move!" said an old monk. "Don't move. You are possessed."

……

"Possessed?"

Xia Shu looked at the man in the white coat, who was still insisting that she could take the risk and participate in his experiment.

As they chatted with each other, they had more and more things to talk about.

The other party is worthy of the title of "expert". He has his own opinions on singularity = parallel time and space; possession = human power to control strange stories. Xia Shu also has a deeper understanding.

He had long been aware that the ghost story map = the monster barrier. It could be considered the "other world", but it was definitely not a parallel universe.

In the cognition of the people in front of him, there are no boundaries for ghost map, other world, parallel time and space, long dream world, etc. Because he has no detailed data to support, he is still in the bold hypothesis stage and has no means to "carefully verify".

In other words, all theories are based on guesswork.

"Of course I know about possession. The evil spirit enters the human body and controls it like driving a Gundam," Xia Shu made a casual analogy.

"I'm talking about humans piloting evil spirits" He easily accepted Natsuki's speaking style.

Sometimes the two people's train of thought are unexpectedly similar.

Humans driving evil spirits? Xia Shu felt that his imagination was still a bit conservative.

Chapter 242 Fortunately, I am the only one cheating

The sunlight was blocked by thick clouds like a quilt.

When I looked up, the clouds were so low that it seemed like they would hit my head.

Xia Shu did not stay to sleep, but discussed all night and left at dawn.

The target of this trip is a "singularity". He needs to confirm the composition of the singularity before deciding whether to sleep or never sleep again.

In fact, he already had his own plans regarding the Changmeng world, and it was not difficult to bring his body there. The problem now was whether that world would open its doors to the present world.

"Gudong, gudong!"

I poured the whole can of functional drink into my mouth, and my heart began to beat vigorously. My brain was not so sleepy anymore, but the fatigue in my body did not disappear.

Fortunately, he had been carrying various curses before, so moving with little physical burden like now was not a stress at all.

Not only can it trot, it can also jump.

Light a cigarette to perk up.

"Is this the place?" He shook his sleeves and fixed his eyes on the building in front of him. Then he took out his mobile phone to confirm the information he got from the photo and compared it with the name.

"Murakami's house, yes, that's right!"

Xia Shu pushed the door open and walked into the house. The door was not closed. At the same time, he recalled what the otaku in the white coat said.

"How do you know that no one is targeting those strange stories? There are so many powerful people in the world. Isn't it normal not to want to let go of such power?"

"This world is already riddled with holes, like a colander, with endless singularities. You can't do anything. Why don't you cooperate with me, explore the singularities in your dreams, and take the initiative."

Xia Shu agrees with taking the initiative.

However, Xia Shu is not very resistant to cooperation, but it is impossible for him to give himself to the other party after just one night of knowing each other. Who knows what kind of hentai experiments he will do with him after he falls asleep.

"Singularity?"

【Ghost Story Map: Haunted House (C)】

[Status: Enabled (0%)]

[Details: The haunted house is said to have been the scene of nine consecutive deaths. If you enter, you will inevitably die. Escape!]

He finally felt relieved.

It seems that the so-called "singularity" is the ghost story map, which means that the white coat otaku and certain forces have a lot of detailed information about the ghost story map.

Then relate it to the "possession" ability mentioned by the other party.

"No wonder Ichika is always busy, but can only perform sutras, chant sutras, and perform Kagura dances. She looks very busy, but even F-level ghost stories are rarely seen."

Because many ghost story maps have long been controlled by others, and there are too few information channels.

Xia Shu suddenly felt that this was good news. Without "urban legends", what remained were only non-urban legends such as ghosts and monsters, as well as some S-level legends and ghost stories.

Although the danger level has increased, there are fewer messes.

Hey, from now on, Ichika Furuji can spend more time with me.

"Why am I still in love?" He subconsciously wanted to slap himself.

It doesn't fit in with the scumbag wish I made in my previous life.

Don’t be so affectionate next time.

This is great news for me. No matter how I enter another world through "dreaming", at least I have my own "ghost story garbage station" where I can "pick up garbage" to my heart's content in that world.