You say this is a love game?

The corpse asked in confusion and horror.

The spirit trapped in the corpse emitted a brief spark of spirituality, and as if asking for proof of something, it exerted a little force with its fingers and gripped Mizutani Makoto's wrist tightly.

Makoto Mizutani didn't say anything. He just stood there quietly, looking at the dead man, trying his best to maintain his last posture before death.

"Ah."

Mizutani Makoto grabbed Matsushita Kei's wrist and held him tightly with a calm look in his eyes.

He is not a prophet and can't predict how events will develop. It's just a spur-of-the-moment idea.

The content of the urban legend of "Contract" is to deceive the dead into thinking that they are still alive, and to deceive the dead with lies, so that they become accomplices and help the evil.

If Matsushita Kei was unconscious, or just like the bad guy he had killed before, there would be no need to ask any questions and he could just be killed as a small monster. But Matsushita Kei was not a roadside zombie who could only gibberish and charge with a knife, but a pitiful unlucky guy.

For this purpose, Mizutani Makoto set aside a day.

On this day, he was not only accumulating the 10000 souls he could gather, but he also took this opportunity to find out what kind of person "Matsushita Kei" was.

This unfortunate guy is actually quite to his liking.

Its description of "wishes" is quite interesting.

Mizutani Makoto looked at him calmly.

The young man in front of him may have instinctively chosen to survive at the moment of life and death, but the reason why instinct is instinct is that it comes from beyond reason and all external influences. Mizutani Makoto did not label Matsushita Kei as a bad person because of this unthinkable decision.

On the contrary, during the conversation, Mizutani Makoto could feel that there was always a kind of humble anxiety lingering in this guy's words, or perhaps some kind of guilt was pressing down on him, forcibly crushing his spine and making it impossible for him to hold his head high and stand tall.

He has low self-esteem and cannot hide his emotions, which gives people a sense of weakness, but he is different from those who are truly fragile and sick.

Kei Matsushita has things he wants to do.

It’s not about so-called studies, nor is it about taking on the responsibility of supporting the family.

His regret was that he had not been able to find his sister.

His wish was to break free, like swimming in the ocean until the water turned blue.

"That's all you have."

"A long decade of life, condensed into two simple sentences."

The traces left by a person always make people think.

This was also the feeling he felt when he saw the piles of student ID cards when he was turning over the dead leaves.

When he realized that another soul was about to be buried deep under the tombstone and easily forgotten like countless victims, he suddenly realized that he wanted to do something... Maybe it was meaningless, or maybe it was just to seek enlightenment, but in any case, he did it without any special reason.

"At least I've got it down now."

"I will try my best to remember you, Kei Matsushita, your regrets, your wishes."

"Likewise, it's time for you to rest in peace."

No matter what dreams you have in life, you should all enjoy the most peaceful eternal sleep after death.

Mizutani Makoto clenched his palms in the same way as he would hold a knife, and he was ready at this moment.

The young man's illusion of life was shattered at the first rip.

——He is dead?

Matsushita Kai was thinking hazily, thinking of the scene of him being dragged to the bottom of the pool, thinking of the pool water pouring into his mouth and nose, thinking of being shrouded in darkness with a feeling of suffocation, and thinking of that sound. Finally, his memory froze on a picture, which was a bloated corpse, staggering out of the water.

Lies crumble and disintegrate as memories awaken.

The boy's skin began to wrinkle rapidly, and his originally normal appearance was rapidly distorted and even completely deformed. His abdomen also began to swell, just like the drowned corpse that Mizutani Makoto had seen in the swimming pool.

However, he did not attack Mizutani Makoto.

The swollen corpse was pale and wrinkled, as if it had been soaked in water for several days and nights, and its abdomen was filled with pool water.

He stood quietly there, touching his wrinkled skin in confusion, and staring intently at the bustling world behind Mizutani Makoto.

"Ah, ah..."

The corpse made an indistinct sound like corpse talk.

That feeling came back.

It's sad, but hard to say.

Just like the day his sister disappeared, a strong emotion swept over him like a tsunami, but his heart was empty, as if nothing was left.

His mind was rapidly fading, along with turbid tears, evaporating like mist.

However, the faintly overlapping strange images in the pool water were also disappearing rapidly.

"Ahhh!!"

Mizutani Makoto had clairvoyance and could vaguely hear an extremely angry growl. The growls were layered, like countless corpses piled together, making shrill roars. But when they reached his ears, this insignificant anger was far less clear than the sound of the wind by his ears.

The souls of the victims have been liberated.

Mizutani Makoto rubbed his fingers, and the [Sleeping Spine Ring] made his presence increasingly less noticeable. When he didn't speak, people seemed to treat him as a potted plant or a background. Their eyes swept over him without lingering for too long, and in this way, they even ignored Matsushita Kei behind him.

Yoshiko Satori poked her head out from behind him. The little god of fortune was hiding in the swimming pool and no one could find him.

She was puzzled and asked, "What's going on?"

Mizutani Makoto was silent for a moment: "He ended the contract himself."

At this moment, his clenched hands gradually loosened.

Since realizing that Matsushita Kei was sane, Mizutani Makoto has formulated two plans.

One is that he wore the combination of the [Sleeping Spine Ring] and the [Water Tiger Hidden Magatama], and when Matsushita Kei showed no intention of saving himself, he decisively drew his sword and cut off his sins.

Persuade him to die?

Makoto Mizutani is not an indecisive person and does not have such thoughts.

Death is indeed a great terror. It is very foolish and stupid to persuade someone to give up the desire to live. It is just being generous to others.

His greatest patience was to sit down like this and listen to the last traces of Matsushita Kei's existence.

The second is that like now, Panasonic Kai chose decency.

In the strange story of "Contract", the deceived deceased has the ability to terminate the contract. The protagonist of the story could not bear to see his classmate about to drown, and finally his conscience overcame the desire to survive, and he chose to terminate the contract.

And what Panasonic Kai did corresponds to this outcome.

Yoshiko Satori: "What was he thinking at the end?"

Mizutani Makoto: “I don’t know either.”

Perhaps it was moral conscience, perhaps it was the resentment after being deceived, or perhaps his resentment had completely dissipated with the conversation just now, just like what happened to Yoshiko Satori before... In short, as far as the ending is concerned, the contract was still interrupted before his sanity was completely destroyed.

What was the deceased thinking in his last moments?

How can the living know?

All he and Satori Yoshiko knew was the final outcome.

The wind will blow away all the entanglements and painstaking thoughts, leaving only one result.

Mizutani Makoto squatted down, and Matsushita Kei's swollen body fell to the floor, a pair of white pupils staring at him.

In the last moment of his life, the young man was actually looking in his direction.

Why is that?

Mizutani Makoto thought that it might be because he was the only one who knew Matsushita Kei's regrets and wishes.

Yoshiko Satori lowered her head, her hands covering her heart, and said gloomily, "I have a very strange feeling. I don't know if it's sadness or depression... but I just don't feel very comfortable. My chest feels a little stuffy."

"Well, to be honest I don't need to breathe, but it just feels really uncomfortable."

Mizutani Makoto nodded: "I feel uncomfortable too."

"Will big brother do it too?"

Yoshiko Satori looked at Makoto Mizutani with anticipation. It was understandable that the little girl wanted to seek recognition.

"Of course I will. I'm a fan of Happy Ending and I don't really like tragedies."

He patted the little girl on the head to make his position clear.

"tragedy……"

"Well, most of the stories created by these ghost stories are tragedies."

Mizutani Makoto turned around, and his reduced presence caused everyone to ignore him. He walked straight to the edge of the swimming pool and bent down to look at the water in the pool. Although the main body of the contract was not here, and the swimming pool in the real world and the swimming pool in the crack had nothing to do with each other, he looked down at the water and seemed to be able to see more through the water.

Yoshiko Satori squatted with him.

The girl secretly looked at the boy's expression, moved a little closer to him, and then stood close to him.

But Mizutani Makoto's work is not over yet.

He turned around and saw Matsushita Kei's body lying on the ground. Since the teacher and classmates were focused on the swimming pool, Matsushita Kei's abnormality was not discovered for the time being.

He also didn't want Panasonic Kei to be in the news in this way.

If I can't explain it clearly at that time, it will be easy to implicate him.

[Gorgeous Gold Box], unfolds here.

While no one was paying attention, Mizutani Makoto put his body away in a treasure chest.

He hasn't figured out how to deal with it yet.

For now, it should be the "missing" ending.

Outside the enclosed swimming pool.

Mai Yajima asked for leave from her chemistry teacher saying she was "not feeling well". This girl should have been in the health room, but now she appeared outside the swimming pool, listening to the conversation between Makoto Mizutani and Kei Matsushita. She did not leave the swimming pool quietly until Kei Matsushita's contract with the ghost story was completely broken.

She was actually following him secretly because she was worried that something might happen to her son, like being dragged into the water by a ghost story, so she came to protect him...

But I didn't expect that things would end this way.

"Are there any traces of existence?"

Mai Yajima tiptoed back to the infirmary, where the girl lay supinely on the hospital bed. Counting the cracks in the ceiling above her head, she realized this school building must be quite old. Despite regular renovations and tidying up, some corners still exuded the atmosphere of an old school.

After an unknown amount of time, the girl's hand gently rested on her chest.

Mai Yajima has a plump bust, and her heartbeat can be felt very faintly.

She thought of the girl who had entrusted her life to her.

Real clothes.

Is there any trace of her existence in this world?

……

……

The day.

No need for nightfall.

As soon as Mizutani Makoto got home from school, he went straight to the apartment, lay down on the tatami, closed his eyes and entered the crevice.

He was holding back a rage.

Just like what he had said in his conversation with Yoshiko Satori, he was feeling unwell.

When Hajicheng feels uncomfortable, he will find a suitable target to breathe on.

He had no mood to do anything else unless he dealt with this matter thoroughly.

Gray blocks of color spread from the corners of the vision to the center, until the whole world was covered with a gloomy filter. Mizutani Makoto once again gazed at the blood moon hanging high in the night sky, and when he lowered his head again, he saw Furuya Ruriko sitting upright on the chair.

"Greetings, Lord Mizutani."

"You came very early today."

Furuya Ruriko was blind, but she seemed to be still looking at Mizutani Makoto: "It seems that you have figured out how to deal with the 'Contract'."

"Ah."

Mizutani Makoto nodded slightly.

His plan was actually very simple.