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

After hearing Kayako's questions one after another, the slit-mouthed woman turned to look at her and nodded.

Weird scene.

Two servings of curry rice and one serving of incense stick.

"I'm gonna start now!"

Looking at Kayako holding chopsticks in her hands and shouting happily, Natsuki had a strong sense of déjà vu.

Last time, I was the one who offered incense to Kayako. I didn’t expect that I could be offered incense by others.

Well, it's quite interesting.

After dinner, the slit-mouthed woman stood up and said goodbye. As an "urban legend", she had to go to work, holding a pair of small scissors and going to the street to ask others whether they were beautiful or not.

"I want to use the computer," Xia Shu wrote with the pen.

"Okay." Kayako had already put on an apron and was preparing to wash the dishes.

But looking at the burnt incense sticks, she suddenly asked, "Xia Shu-kun, do you like the taste of the incense sticks?"

I'm not a ghost.

Xia Shu blinked and refused to eat this thing.

The other person can't see or understand my expression.

So, the pen was mentioned again: "Not bad."

"Hehe" Kayako couldn't help but lower her head. The long hair on her forehead covered her face like a curtain, hiding her smile behind her hair.

The toes look very nice, I kept looking down and staring at them.

Natsuki looked at the shy Kayako and sighed in her heart: "She still looks cute and quite normal. If the pen is not allowed to do something that is not its job..."

The only thing Kayako can't change is her "yandere" + "perverted" characteristics.

At least she hasn't had the bad habit of writing a diary recently and is tending to become a normal person, which is a good thing.

Back in Kayako's parents' room, Natsuki immediately started her previous plan to create a ghost story website to lay the foundation for her to "shelter" urban legends.

Making a web page is not that difficult. In the Internet age, everything can be completed by searching step by step, and it is no problem to just spend money.

When I think about spending money, I know that as a ghost storyteller, I definitely don't have any money. However,

"I really have to eat this soft rice."

Thinking of this, Xia Shu opened the forum and prepared to collect nearby urban legends to lock in the target first.

……

Kayako was washing dishes at the sink. The sound of the water not only cleaned the stains, but also her inner depression.

After washing the dishes, Kayako remembered to take a bath. In order to search for nearby urban legends with Natsuki-kun, she had run a lot and it was not easy.

When I passed by my parents' bedroom, I looked at the light from the computer screen shining through the crack in the door, and my mood suddenly became a little lighter.

She took her clothes and went downstairs. When she passed the living room, she looked at the pen on the table, bit her lip, reached out to pick up the pen, and walked into the bathroom.

Fountain pens, there are always people who want to develop more uses for them.

Late at night, Xia Shu is still working on the front line of the Internet, but he no longer promotes "Hanako" and "Pen Fairy", but focuses on shaping the urban legend of the "shelter organization".

It's not difficult to make up an urban legend, but it's not so easy to make people believe it.

As he was thinking, he suddenly realized that there was an uninvited guest within a hundred meters of him.

Footsteps were approaching.

The body flickered and floated into Kayako's bedroom. Kayako, the "destroyer of the quilt theory", was lying in the quilt with her eyes closed and her brows slightly furrowed. It was unknown what nightmare she was having.

In another flash, he had passed through the wall, half of his body looking down at the two furtive figures outside the apartment.

It’s an acquaintance, Takeo Saeki!

Behind him was a man wearing wizard's clothes and a large string of rosary beads around his neck.

Natsuki's first thought was to wonder why the escaped Takeo Saeki came over. He had no love for Kayako, he just had feelings for the "easy to get along" female college student.

If it were a normal person, the first thought would be to run away, the farther the better.

"Master Taisho, this is it!" Takeo Saeki pointed at the apartment building with some fear: "My landlord was entangled by a terrifying thing. That thing knocked me away and almost killed me!"

"Haha." The bald exorcist named Da Zheng nodded: "Don't worry, exorcism is my job, but..."

Master Taisho suddenly looked up and scanned the apartment building, exclaiming: "Haunted house! This is a very scary haunted house. Wait... let me deduce it!"

As he spoke, Master Taisho lowered his head and clasped his hands together.

I don’t know what sutra he is chanting.

Xia Shu floated over and got close to Master Taisho and listened for a while, but he didn't understand a word. He only heard an inexplicable onomatopeia of "Yiyayaya", as if he had a mouthful of phlegm, and it was unclear.

His eyes were wide open, but he couldn't see Xia Shu.

Natsuki raised his hand and slapped Master Taisho in the face.

He didn't use much force, but with his current "strength", he slapped her, and the crisp sound of "slap" interrupted the strange chanting. Half of her face was covered with a bright red slap mark, and her cheeks quickly swelled up.

"!"

Master Taisho looked up blankly, and his first instinctive reaction was to look at Takeo Saeki, but Takeo Saeki was very far away from him.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" asked Takeo Saeki.

His attention was not on Master Taisho, but on the apartment. After seeing Kawamata Kayako's expressionless face at her parents' funeral, Takeo Saeki's mentality changed greatly.

It’s not that I like her, I just want to possess her… I want to possess that woman to my heart’s content.

It wasn't self-confidence, but there seemed to be a voice in his heart telling him that as long as he opened his mouth, the woman would definitely belong to him.

The loud "pop" sound just now interrupted Takeo Saeki's thoughts. To be honest, he was a little unhappy.

But the street lights were a little dim, and his reaction was slow, so he didn't notice the ups and downs of Master Taisho's cheeks.

"I..." Tears welled up in Master Taisho's eyes.

My face was swollen all over, the pain made my tear glands burst, and my eyelashes trembled like a dam on the verge of bursting.

"Pa!" Another slap fell.

The other person must have obsessive-compulsive disorder. Seeing that Master Da Zheng's face was not symmetrical, he slapped him again.

But... the slap came with a lot of force this time, so it was still a bit asymmetrical.

Master Taisho obviously also thought of the "asymmetry" problem. He got up, screamed "Ahhh!", and turned around to run away.

Of course, everything that happened just now did not escape the eyes of Takeo Saeki.

The invisible ghost actually came out, and the other party is here.

"Ah!" Master Taisho burst into tears before he had a mental breakdown.

pain!

Master Taisho turned around and climbed out using his hands and feet.

"Taisho... Master..."

Takeo Saeki wanted to stop the other party, but found that Master Taisho had already run away and disappeared around the corner of the street lamp.

The air suddenly turned cold, but the dark presence did not make another move.

Since you don't do anything, then I will... let you go first!

The resentment in his heart drove Takeo Saeki to rush into the apartment and attack Kayako. He himself couldn't explain the reason, he just felt that the woman didn't even agree to him, it was damnable. If he had the chance, he would definitely use a folding knife to cut her flesh bit by bit!

Countless evil thoughts of revenge were brewing in his mind, and as if he had really vented them, Takeo Saeki turned around with a refreshed mood and ran in the direction where Master Taisho had left.

"I have ended up like this. I have no home to return to, and I am even raped by the woman who should have belonged to me..."

A fragrance suddenly came from the side.

Takeo Saeki turned his head and looked at the tall woman standing next to him.

Frowning, he moved his feet to the side.

Although he has a possessiveness towards Kawamata Kayako that he cannot even explain, when faced with a tall woman wearing a mask approaching him, Takeo Saeki instinctively wants to keep a distance from her.

The woman's eyes are very beautiful. A woman with such eyes will not be ugly even if she has a sausage-shaped mouth and buck teeth under the mask.

"Am I pretty?"

……

"Dead?"

When Kayako got up in the morning and passed by the intersection on her way to school, she found that the intersection was blocked by a cordon and some people were chatting.

The incident happened not far from his apartment, and the news didn't even have time to break.

"The mouth was cut open, it was horrible to see."

"But he still had a smile on his face, and his eyes were curved like crescent moons. I really don't know how he could smile after such a horrible thing happened."

"That makes it even weirder, doesn't it?"

"Stop talking! I was almost scared to death when I saw that corpse while jogging this morning. I will never jog in the morning again!"

Kayako wanted to ask what was going on several times, but her cowardly and introverted personality made it impossible for her to do so.

Slow down, prick up your ears, and listen.

"Could it be the Slit-Mouthed Woman?" Someone started a new round of discussion, and this time Kayako was very interested in the topic of conversation.

Miss Slit?

Kayako remembered the slit-mouthed woman whose mouth was cracked all the way to her ears. She looked very scary, but she ate with extraordinary relish.

It shouldn't be the other person. Even if it is the other person... Miss Slit-Mouthed must have been forced to do so.

She has no awareness of being a human being, nor does she have empathy as a human being. This is not difficult to understand, because she has been ignored and bullied since she was a child, and has never received empathy from others. Others just watch from the sidelines.

Holding the pen in her pocket, Kayako seemed to have found confidence.

As soon as she walked out of the street, Kayako saw the slit-mouthed woman strolling on the road.

The other person was wearing a mask, holding a pair of scissors, and standing next to an office worker.