My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 221 Every Urban Legend Has an Unbearable Experience

Candles dimmed.

The shadow opened, blooming beautifully in the room like a black thorn flower.

Fujiwara Xingkong stretched out his hand to poke while the shadow wrapped himself.

Celti's body, who was still waiting by the wall, suddenly trembled, and then Fujiwara Xingkong heard the voice of the body's embarrassment and anger.

"I'm working, so I can't stop playing!"

"I'm sorry, this kind of play is too comfortable." Fujiwara Xingkong smiled without a trace of apology, "It feels like entering Celti's body."

"Then you can wait until the work is done."

"Selty can say such a gratifying thing. Come on, let's have a fish and water fun, oops."

A piece protruded from the inside of the shadow, directly blocking Fujiwara Xingkong's mouth.

"Hmm~~So soft!"

Fujiwara Xingkong licked it a few times, "Let's go, let's go to the small courtyard first."

In the world outside the door, unconsciously, the sound of rain has gradually become silent.

The vast and dark pond is like a silver mirror.

Between the thick clouds, a hazy moon looms.

The wind and rain stopped, and the bright moon rendered the sparse clouds, making it appear ethereal.The soft moonlight fell on the courtyard after the rain, and the water droplets on the leaves shone with a faint silver light.

Fujiwara Xingkong came to the small door covered with creepers, and through the gap in the wooden door, he could see that the deep courtyard was full of brightly colored flowers.

Those yellow, red and blue flowers bloom strangely under the moonlight.

Fujiwara Xingkong took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, jumped into the wooden door.

There were bursts of water vapor floating in the air, as well as the stench of rotting corpses.

Those blooming flowers are wriggling in a very small range, making a slight friction sound.

In such a quiet night, any sound will be infinitely amplified.Fujiwara Xingkong's heart sank. Under the flowers, he saw black and rotten corpses one after another.

There is no soil at all, and the rhizomes of the flowers are all attached to these corpses.

When I looked at those flowers again, I could vaguely see a faint black mist overflowing from the flower buds.These black mist seemed to be guided by some power, and drifted towards the room on the corridor.

These delicate flowers bloom so beautifully because they absorb the nourishment from the corpse.At the same time, these flowers discharge the negative emotions such as hatred and fear from the corpse, and introduce them into the room, accelerating the generation of urban legends.

Fujiwara Hoshizo sighed, his clenched fists trembling a little.He wasn't afraid, nor was he disgusted, he just felt an unspeakable anger spreading all over his body.

How many innocent people died in this yard?
Emotions were so suppressed that there was nowhere to vent, and boredom drove Fujiwara Hoshiku to look up at the sky. It had just finished raining and there were not many clouds.A round of clear and bright moon hangs alone in the night sky.

Tomorrow, the bright moon will set and the sun will rise.

Life is the same, there are day and night, but some people live under the sunshine all their lives, and some people have to live in the dark night all the time.

Miss Miro, Ritsuko, Hanako, Sadako, Kayako and the others have been living in the dark night.

Fujiwara Xingkong's chest was beating extremely violently. He took a few deep breaths before calming down. He came to the first room and pushed open the door.

What I saw in front of me was a platform at dusk.

The sun shines through the gaps in the opposite building, and the sky is rendered into a pink canvas.

Fujiwara Xingkong stood in the crowd returning home, and in front of him stood a woman, a woman who seemed to have known him before.

She has a slender figure, wearing a white one-piece dress and black high-heeled shoes.Although Fujiwara Hoshiku couldn't see her face, he still felt a sense of familiarity from her back.

In the setting sun, the railway tracks were shining, and the woman's slender legs were also bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun. The smooth nylon pantyhose was illuminated beautifully by the sun.

"The tram is about to enter the station, please get back outside the yellow line and wait."

The broadcast sounded through the loudspeaker, and an old tram was approaching with the sound of brakes. When the first car entered the platform, someone suddenly pushed the woman.

That hand pressed on the small buttocks wrapped in a pure white dress, and pushed toward the track... hard.

"what!"

The woman wearing high heels instantly lost her balance, and then she fell under the platform.

Fujiwara Xingkong saw that her lower body was lying between the two gleaming railroad tracks, staring helplessly at the tram that was about to run over.

"Someone save me quickly!"

A scream came from her mouth, and her eyes were full of fear, panic, and anger and hatred towards the person who put her in desperate situation.

The starry sky of Fujiwara on the platform meets the eyes of the woman lying on the track.Her eyes seemed to say, "I know you pushed."

"Unforgivable."

"I won't forgive you."

Fujiwara Xingkong wanted to give her a hand, but it was too late.

"Do not!"

The woman's shrill screams resounded all around, and the green tram made a loud bang and ran over her.

The upper body is still intact, but the lower body has been cut off at the middle, and it is a bloody mess.

Immediately afterwards, the tram disappeared, and the crowd disappeared.

The woman on the track has not died yet, but has slowly become an inhuman existence after suffering a lot of pain and torture.

She dragged her upper body with her elbows, climbed onto the platform from the track, and slowly climbed towards the Fujiwara starry sky.

When the vertebrae rubbed against the ground, the "teke-teke" sound resounded throughout the platform.

There is an urban legend about Ms. Teke. It is said that a woman accidentally fell off the platform while waiting for a tram, and was crushed in two by an oncoming tram. Her upper body became an urban legend wandering around.

Although she has no legs, Ms. Teke moves very fast. Within the rules, no one can escape from her.

So, if you hear Teke-Teke's voice while walking at night, don't look back, run as fast as you can, otherwise when she gets close to you, you will become a halfling like her.

Seeing the half-length woman crawling towards him, Fujiwara Xingkong squatted down, his eyes were level with her, and he said with a smile: "Long time no see, Miss Teke."

The picture stops here.

The next second, his sight switched back to the platform at dusk.

Miss Teke was pushed off the platform again, and was crushed in half again.

Fujiwara Xingkong watched silently for a while, then turned and left.

The real Miss Teke had been sent away by him two years ago, and this Miss Teke, apparently Ibaraki Doji, wanted to bring in a living person and let her go through the pain that Miss Teke had experienced over and over again, hoping to use it again Generate an urban legend of Miss Teke.

Obviously, Miss Teke's urban legend rules can no longer be generated, so this woman will be tortured like this forever.

Fujiwara Hoshizo walked into the second room with stiff steps.

This is an ordinary two-story single-family building full of an indescribably strange atmosphere.

A woman in a white dress took off her shoes from the hallway and hurried up the stairs.

At the top of the stairs, a middle-aged man with thinning hair greeted her with a smile.

Just when the woman had just climbed the stairs and walked to the place where the man was standing, the man who was smiling just now changed his face instantly, the speed of turning his face was faster than turning the pages of a book, I really don't know how he did it.

He jerked his right foot up and kicked the woman's chest in a white dress.

The force of the kick was not that strong, but the kick caused the woman to lose her center of gravity in an instant, and flew towards the bottom of the stairs in a backward flip posture.

The woman fell to the bottom of the stairs, and Fujiwara Hoshiku saw that her white skirt was stained with blood, the knee-length skirt rolled up to her thighs, the shiny stockings were torn apart, and her left foot twisted unnaturally. Probably broken.

The woman passed out temporarily, and the man carried the woman to the second floor, leaned her butt against the corner of the bed, tied her hands behind her waist, and tied her to the foot of the bed with another rope.

After gradually waking up, what the woman saw was the man's angry face and the box knife in his hand.

Fujiwara Xingkong couldn't bear to watch the next scene.Knowing what Kayako has been through, he really doesn't have the courage to relive it.

After coming out of the second room, he leaned against the door and calmed down for a while.

The silver-white moonlight fell on the small courtyard, and there was silence everywhere. An inexplicable mystery was condensed in the slightly flowing air. The seemingly quiet and beautiful scene concealed infinite murderous intent, as if suddenly a blade gleaming with cold light would strike. Like breaking the night.

"Fujiwara, are you okay?"

Celty's worried voice came through the shadow.

Fujiwara Hoshiku rubbed his stiff cheeks and made himself laugh.

"Fortunately, Selti is an imported product, so it doesn't have to go through as much torture as these local products."

"They are so pitiful."

"That's right. If Celty has also experienced this, then I will feel distressed to death."

A face appeared inside the shadow and kissed him on the cheek.

Fujiwara Xingkong stretched out his hand and pushed open the third room.

Inside was a toilet, and he locked himself in the toilet to wait.

After a while, a man in a red cloak passed a piece of paper, one yellow and one red, from under the door and asked him which color piece of paper he wanted.

Fujiwara Xingkong replied: "I want you."

Fourth room.

It was empty, except for a large wooden cabinet in the corner.

Fujiwara Xingkong came to the side of the cabinet and moved the cabinet away forcefully.

In the gap between the cabinet and the corner, a woman with disheveled hair shrank behind the cabinet as if she was frightened.

Then, as if realizing something, she raised her head, and her cold and menacing eyes fell on him.

She still looks human on the outside, but that's just the outside, but the inside has nothing to do with people.It's like a breathing puppet, no, more accurately, it's a living corpse.

Meeting her gaze, Fujiwara Xingkong smiled softly, "My name is Fujiwara Xingkong, what about you?"

"Ah."

The woman opened her mouth and made an irregular noise, like the hissing sound from the depths of the throat of a person who was about to die of old age, it was creepy.

Fujiwara Hoshikong took her hand, pulled her out from the gap in the cabinet, and embraced her.

"Let's go home, Ritsuko."

She was gasping for breath, tears streaming down her pale cheeks.Those were not tears of happiness, but a mixture of shock, pain, and sadness, all of which finally turned into tears of utter loneliness.

"Ah."

It was still a chaotic scream, but Fujiwara Xingkong understood what she meant.

"It will be free soon."

Fujiwara Hoshiku kissed her forehead, let go, and walked out of the room.

The night sky was clear and cloudless.

Moisture remains in the night air and penetrates into the skin without feeling stuffy at all.

There seems to be no need to check the remaining rooms.What will be there, I know best.

Fujiwara Xingkong stood in the corridor, his body trembling slightly.

Want to avenge them.

I want to stop Ibaraki's evil deeds.

I want to do my best—even if I have only a small amount of strength, and I want to protect everyone.

Fujiwara Hoshikora lowered his head and looked at his trembling fists.For a long time, he lived in a state of confusion, not knowing what kind of life he should live or what attitude he should use to approach the world.

Now, he has gradually found the best way to exist in the constant falling and getting up.

Do what you think is right, and correct what you think is wrong.

In this world of fiction and reality, it may be difficult to do so.But there is no other way except to face it hard.

Wrong and wrong, so what if you get hurt again and again?

There is no difficulty in this world that cannot be overcome. Get up again, think again, and start again to find your own answer.

"Whoo~"

Fujiwara Xingkong breathed a long sigh of relief, his hands stopped shaking, and his body gradually relaxed.

He came to the middle of the courtyard, opened the package given by Tsuchimikado Shino, and lifted the spiritual mirror up into the air.

"Close the holy area and the evil spirit will dissipate - the seal of the Temple of Heaven!"

As the incantation sounded, the mirror suddenly shone brightly, and the light blue aura flowed, swirling in the air.

Faint lights flashed in the sky, four colors of black, blue, red, and white lights. Correspondingly, yellow light also appeared on the surface of the mirror.

The bright lights of five colors gradually dispersed, forming an enchantment, enclosing the entire small courtyard.

Immediately afterwards, Fujiwara Xingkong held the bronzing talisman between his fingers and threw it into the air.

"Temple of Heaven, seal it again! 』

A crack was torn open in the sky, a holy golden light descended from the sky, and all objects within the range of the enchantment instantly burned.

Flowers, buildings, corpses, all were burning, and the flames shot straight into the sky.The gaps in the sky are also constantly raining fire. These fire rains dragged their long tails and dropped endless flames to the ground.

Then, with a "boom", a violent explosion swept across the entire Yishui Garden.

……

After the light that shone across the sky briefly rendered the darkness, fire rained down from the sky.

Next to the red fire rain, the beautiful moonlight still hangs high.

When the explosion sounded, Ibaraki Doji was sitting on the veranda of the mansion, calmly watching the fire not far away.

"cheers!"

Holding the wine glass in his hand, he made a toast to the bright moon, and the fragrant wine smelled silently into the night.

"Master Ibaraki."

In the courtyard, in the darkness beyond the reach of the moonlight, there was a voice calling softly.

"Aren't you going to take a look?"

"No need, he will be here soon." Ibaraki Doji put the wine glass to his lips with a smile on his face.

There was a faint sound of insects coming from the depths of the courtyard.

Fujiwara Hoshizo stepped out of the flames.

He took a last look at the small courtyard engulfed by the flames, his cheeks were glowing red, and the night wind blew, sparks scattered all over the sky.Fujiwara Hoshiku rolled up his sleeves expressionlessly, turned and walked into the night.

The moaning of insects is endless, as if it is the last brilliant bloom in life—the summer in Tokyo is coming to an end.

(End of this chapter)