Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Just as the girls were panicking, Kurihara Suzuka, who was quite quick-witted, pushed up her glasses and asked a question unexpectedly.

What should be added to the flour when making a cake?

Nutmeg! No cake! I want a hamburger!

In an instant, Yue Jianze Longzi, who had just been lying on the ground like a corpse, stood up straight, drool dripping from his lips, and looked around excitedly.

However, due to excessive force, the little girl hadn't been sitting still for long before she fell to the ground again with a silly grin.

"It's okay, I can't die."

Seeing this, Kurihara Suzume closed the book with satisfaction, and everyone dispersed, leaving no one to care about the silly elementary school student who was always courting death but had an incredibly high health bar.

"Where were we? Shouting 'I'll kill you' in the street? The murderer wouldn't be that stupid, would they?"

Then, Kurihara Suzuka, the one who first proposed the game, steered the conversation back on track, pondered for a moment, and gave her answer.

"Could he be implying, 'Don't call the police, or you'll be in trouble?' Is he subtly warning the witnesses?"

"Is he trying to say that things aren't as they seem, and that it's all a misunderstanding?"

"No, no, they've already killed someone. There's no point in making excuses. In my opinion, the other side clearly wants to recognize the witness's face so they can make their move when they get back."

In a short time, the obedient and timid good student Gui Meimei, and a dangerous person with squinty eyes, Moriyama Nana-kame, also gave their answers one after another.

However, Sakuzuki Miyu, who raised the question, shook her head at all these conclusions. Seeing everyone's worried faces, she hesitated for a moment and then gently parted her cherry lips to offer a reminder.

"We should look at the issue from the killer's perspective, and you've missed a key word."

"Did you 'point a few times'?"

"Um……"

"But it's still too difficult!"

Frustrated, Ilya scratched her head, feeling utterly depressed.

Faced with the bewildered crowd, Miyu Sakuzuki slowly spoke, revealing the correct answer.

"He's... counting which floor you live on..."

A deep, indifferent voice echoed in the dark, abandoned mansion. The flickering candlelight swayed in the cold wind, and a pair of blood-red eyes gazed eerily at the group of little girls around them.

Ah this...

Instantly, the young girls, as if they were there, unconsciously adopted the perspective of witnesses. Thinking about being alone at home and about to be visited by a psychopathic killer, their sensitive nerves were immediately aroused, and they involuntarily shrank back.

As luck would have it, the figure lying dead on the ground was suddenly jolted upright by the cold wind, and with some strange obsession, roared loudly behind everyone.

"nutmeg!"

"Ah! Ghost!"

In an instant, the little girl, who was almost scared out of her wits, screamed and unleashed a flurry of punches at the dark figure that suddenly appeared behind her.

"Hamburger, make hamburgers...!"

"..."

After a chaotic beating, the girls, who had gradually calmed down, looked at the school idiot lying on the ground, his face bruised and swollen, yet still determined to stick to his beliefs, and were speechless.

"Mmm, hamburger, delicious..."

As those half-open lips uttered a mumbled murmur, the lolis who were initially worried about the unlucky guy, Yuejianze Longzi, were speechless.

Oh well, I'm used to it. As long as she's not dead, that's fine. Anyway, she's tough.

"Miyu, that's a really interesting story, awesome!"

Soon, the little girls, having calmed down, sat down again. Kurihara Suzume, the organizer of the game, couldn't help but give a thumbs up to the storyteller who had frightened them all.

"This is a story I read in my mother's book."

"Books, what books?"

"It seems to be a book on criminal psychology. My mom has been reading it recently. It's all in English and seems very difficult to understand."

"Criminal psychology? That sounds impressive!"

"Hey, hey, hey, it's all in English! You can even understand this? Miyu, you're exaggerating!"

Upon hearing this newcomer's self-disclosure, the girls' eyes widened in amazement.

Sakuzuki Miyu, who rarely interacted with her peers, heard that heartfelt praise and saw the admiring gazes of the group around her. Her pretty face froze.

It couldn't help but turn red.

"Well then, Ilya, this time you can't escape!"

After a burst of laughter, the organizer, Kurihara Suzuka, passed the candle to the only lucky person left in this round with a mischievous grin.

With no way to avoid it, Ilya reluctantly accepted the candle, about to tell a less scary story to get through the situation.

Wow!

Suddenly, a cold wind swept through the room, and the flickering candlelight, now bright and now dim, cast interlacing shadows that abruptly illuminated a distorted and sinister silhouette outside the window, like a monstrous dragon opening its bloody maw in the darkness.

"Who? Who's there!"

Ilya shuddered, suddenly stood up holding the candle, and instinctively shone the light out the window.

"What's the big deal? It's just a gecko, why are you making such a fuss?"

Kurihara Suzuka looked at the pale green gecko lying on the broken window in the lamplight, and then leisurely walked out from behind Moriyama Nana-kun, who was the main fighter.

"How about we play again tomorrow?"

Holding the candle, Ilya pleaded softly, glancing around at the pitch-black surroundings. She involuntarily shrank her neck, swallowed hard, and muttered fearfully.

"I don't know why, but I feel like something's off here. I even got goosebumps all over just now."

Kurihara Suzume raised her book and forcefully swatted away the gecko that had climbed up, then turned and gave a soft snort to her friend whose face had turned pale.

"See? Nothing's wrong. You're not trying to back out, are you, Ilya?"

"But I clearly..."

Seeing that she couldn't dissuade the group, who were engrossed in their conversation, Ilya reluctantly picked up her candle, sat down again, and, forcing herself to sound energetic, began to tell the European legend of Bloody Mary in a sickly manner.

However, just as the little girls sitting around the candlelight were engrossed in their test of courage, no one noticed that the pale green gecko, which should have fallen from the building, reappeared at the window, staring at the children of the ghost mansion with its vertical pupils.

In the pitch-black night sky, the pale moon disappeared into the dark clouds, and all the sounds of birds and insects in the forest fell silent, leaving the surroundings desolate and deathly still.

Meanwhile, at the Doll House.

Samael, who was leaning against the bar and mixing himself a cocktail, paused, turned to look out the window, and his brow furrowed.

A gust of wind blew through the window, and the figure inside the room disappeared.

In front of the empty counter, only half a glass of Bloody Mary, its crimson liquid swirling, remained.

At this moment, outside the Ghost Mansion, in the dense, shadowy forest, a graceful figure hidden behind a withered tree trembled, her hands tightly covering her cherry lips to cover her chattering teeth, while her bloodshot eyes, looking around, were filled with fear.

Then, eerie, pale green phosphorescence converged from all directions, and lanterns condensed from ghostly flames floated and drifted in the dense forest under the night, as if connecting to the gates of the underworld.

As a rustling sound came, the dim, cold light illuminated a series of blank, ferocious faces.

The reason they are described as "grotesque" is because their faces are swollen and purplish-red, resembling bizarre giants. Some are rotting and infested with maggots, revealing stark white bones. Clearly, this is no longer the appearance of the living.

In the long night, the cold wind howled, and the tangled branches in the forest made a hoarse rustling sound. The pale, frayed moon cast a chilling light, and several corpses, yearning for the living dead, looked up at the dimly lit mansion, their phosphorescent eyes flickering violently.

They couldn't wait to drink their fill of blood and savor the taste of life.

However, just as the living corpses in the forest were heading towards the ghost mansion not far away, a pale hand, clenched so tightly it had turned white, stopped trembling and, as if having made up its mind, suddenly exerted force and snapped a dead branch in two.

"Crack!"

Instantly, a crisp sound echoed through the forest. The group of zombies stiffly turned around, their ghostly blue phosphorescent eyes staring menacingly at the black-haired, red-eyed beauty with a single ponytail behind the withered tree.

run!

Having successfully attracted the attention of these monsters, Sakuzuki Yoshiko instinctively tried to avoid them, but her limbs stiffened with fear, making it difficult for her to move for a moment.

Move! Get moving!

Yoshiko, don't be afraid, they're just some corpses. You can do it for Miyu!

The wife, constantly encouraging herself, gradually regained some consciousness. Without thinking twice, she turned around and ran away with her trembling legs, intending to lure the danger away from her.

After working overtime as usual, Sakuzuki Yoko returned home late at night, only to find a group of notes left on the table by her children in the empty house.

They went to the Ghost Mansion to hold a "social practice" event.

Despite being aware of the fragility of her own life and the uncertainty of her impending demise, Yoshiko Sakuzuki gradually loosened her restrictions on her daughter.

But as night fell, this mother, who had never been separated from her children for so long before, couldn't help but feel worried. So she took advantage of the darkness to come and look for her children who hadn't returned home yet.

Unexpectedly, just as they entered the dense forest, before they could even utter a sound, they witnessed such a horrifying scene.

The dead buried in this forest are being awakened by a strange force.

What seems to be attracting them here are the children in the ghost mansion.

Seeing the impending tragedy, and left with no other choice, Sakuzuki Yoshiko had to deliberately create noise and use her own body to lure the monsters away.

.

Further away! Even further away!

After luring the monsters over that hillside, warn the children.

Stumbling and faltering, Yoshiko, with great perseverance and a calm demeanor, ran towards the hillside.

"boom!"

However, as soon as the mother climbed over the slope, she crashed into something as hard as an iron plate. Her frail body fell to the ground, and her head was ringing.

"Uh……"

Immediately afterward, before Sakuzuki Yoko could react, a pair of large, iron-like hands gripped her throat and lifted her up inch by inch.

Through the blurred vision, what came into view was a tall, long red nose and a sinister red face.

Meanwhile, it holds a treasure hammer in its empty hand, its body, which is over three meters tall, is dressed in a "Yamabushi" (mountain shivering garment), has wings on its back, a samurai sword hanging at its waist, wears traditional Japanese high-legged wooden clogs, a tall crown on its head, and a rosary hanging on its chest.

His attire resembled that of a monk, yet his demeanor was that of a demon god.

Daitengu...

A benevolent god who dwells in the deep mountains and slays ghosts and monsters, but also an evil god who abducts children and makes them disappear.

Clearly, its purpose in appearing here is self-evident.

The Great Tengu looked up at the ghostly mansion lit by candlelight, his blood-red eyes flickering eerily. In his right hand, the treasure hammer crackled with lightning, winding its way toward the lifted Sakuzuki Yoshiko.

"puff!"

However, the moment the Great Tengu raised his hand, two black feathers fell and severed his thick hands at the wrists, causing blood to spurt out.

At the same time, losing her support and falling towards the ground, Yoshiko landed lightly in a solid embrace.

"Madam, we meet again. It seems we are truly destined to meet."

The fallen angel, bearing six pairs of jet-black wings, blinked and gave a playful smile.

At that moment, a surge of pain overwhelmed the Great Tengu, who belatedly realized what was happening. He stared at his severed wrist, his facial muscles twitching violently, and he let out a bloodcurdling scream.

"Aww...!"

"Shh..."

However, before the monster could utter a roar, the god born from the darkness turned around, raised his index finger, and smiled as he gestured for silence.

At the same time, the six pairs of jet-black wings on its back flapped violently, and one by one, dark-colored feathers fell off and shot forward.

"Puff puff!"

In an instant, countless dark lights blended into the night, piercing the sky like sharp swords. The Great Tengu, which was at the forefront, along with the densely packed living corpses around him, turned to ashes and scattered in all directions without even letting out a scream.

Chapter Twelve: Loli Catches Adulterer in Action (5k)

Meanwhile, inside the Ghost Mansion.

"...Countess Elizabeth Bathory, who bathed in the blood of a virgin, was completely sealed away in Csjethe Castle, and to this day, people can still hear the wails coming from those ruins at night..."

For the next 400 years, every full moon night, a mournful wail, like the wailing of a thousand ghosts and the lamentation of ten thousand souls, would emanate from the castle, audible even to villagers ten miles away. Unable to bear the harassment, they summoned priests and sorcerers to perform exorcisms, but even the masters of the Vatican and Jerusalem were powerless to help. Finally, the Pope, in desperation, declared the area a forbidden zone, prohibiting mortals from entering. To this day, on the outskirts of Budapest, the castle still bears the Pope's seal. Not far from it, a sign reads: "No Entry for Tourists."

Furthermore, legend has it that if someone holds a candle and silently recites "I believe in Bloody Mary" three times in front of a dimly lit bathroom mirror, they can summon Bloody Mary. The summoner will gain youth and go to another world, but at the cost of their soul. It is said that death follows the summoning, and the corpse becomes exceptionally gruesome…