Today, there are three renowned forces in the world of ghost stories, which, according to the legends passed down from the Edo period, are almost the "Big Three".
First, there is the Kii family.
This family has an extremely long history, dating back to the Heian period. It is said that their ancestors worked for high-ranking Onmyoji (masters of Yin and Yang) and had very close ties with the imperial family and nobility.
Legend has it that in their study, the legacy of Master Yumi was piled up all over the room, almost reaching the ceiling, attracting countless younger generations to flock to it.
In this day and age, the Kii family is renowned in political and business circles, and has deep connections with Shinto, Buddhism, and Taoism. They can be considered leading figures in the world of Yumishi, almost authorities.
Secondly, there is the Yukimura family.
This family is not known for its exquisite magical skills, but rather for its unique swordsmanship, which is passed down through generations in the spirit of Bushido.
Unlike the Kii family, the Yukimura family does not overly participate in the social activities of ordinary people, but their superior martial arts skills give them a wide and profound influence in law enforcement agencies.
Members of this family are often invited to serve as special consultants for various ghost stories and incidents. Rumor has it that the authorities have even set up a special department for them.
The Yumi family members who retired for various reasons mostly found new employment in the legal field.
For this reason, the Yukimura family enjoys a prestigious reputation in both worlds and rightfully occupies a prominent position.
The third one, however, is not a family, but an organization called—
Hanabishikai.
It sounds like a yakuza organization, but in reality, there's no difference.
The Hanabishi-kai is an organization that only emerged in modern times. Even though they call themselves an organization composed of Yumi-shi, no one took them seriously at first.
Until one day, one of their members successfully formed a contract with one of the ten most powerful and mysterious creatures that had been passed down for thousands of years.
Only then did the old-fashioned conservatives, who still considered themselves superior, realize that this was not a majestic tiger, but a ghostly figure lurking in the darkness.
This organization is known in the industry for its extreme violence. Unlike the Kii family, who engage in elegant exchanges of skills with monsters from ghost stories, or the Yukimura family, who wins through honorable means, they will stop at nothing.
However, the dislike of others did not hinder their rise.
The Hanabishi-kai may seem like a mad dog tearing everything apart, but its members are all elites selected through multiple rounds of screening, free from the constraints of family bloodlines, and they welcome all talented individuals.
Their connection with ordinary society is also reflected in the unseen underground world, much like the dark side of the Yukimura family, yet it is like a large net tightly enveloping the entire country.
Currently, all three heirs of the "Big Three" are studying at the Strange Tales Academy and are around the same age as Miri Asami.
Shinichi Asami didn't expect his son, whom he considered incompetent, to actually do anything for these three young masters, but if he could get involved with one of them...
Just one—
That would completely reverse the situation of the Asami family, and if we're even bolder, it's not impossible to go even further.
Even if it's just as a follower, a lackey, a subordinate who is bullied and beaten...
Isn't this the reward they deserve for raising him all these years?
Faced with Willy's almost aggressive questioning, Asami Shinichi showed no remorse whatsoever; he simply raised his hand high—
The next second, Chiyoko grabbed him.
The noblewoman stood in front of Vili, turned to him, bit her lip, and shook her head.
"Wei Li, you should go back to your room first. Let me talk to your father."
Vili looked at the two of them, a smile that never left his lips from the very beginning, which made Chiyoko feel a chill involuntarily.
Until the boy compromised as always, he lowered his head, his hair obscuring his eyes and brows.
"I see."
The wooden stairs beneath his feet creaked under his feet. Following the system's guidance, Willy returned to Asami Miri's room.
The game between the good cop and the bad cop has begun.
Let's guess who the prisoner they're interrogating is!
The original owner's bedroom was originally converted from a storage room. It was not only far from other people's rooms, but also very small and simply decorated.
A tatami mat sat in the corner, with neatly arranged bedding. Not far away stood a modern desk and chair set, though it looked like it had been used for a long time, the paint peeling off.
With the addition of the sliding wardrobe in the corner, there is no more furniture in the entire room.
But at least, after he came in, he could no longer hear his younger brother's rock music.
It seems the room is fairly soundproof.
Vili stretched out his fingers, closed his eyes slightly, and slowly touched the wall, feeling the unique aura of the original owner. Finally, he stopped at the place where the other person had stayed the most.
It was in front of that old desk.
Since there were no bookshelves, the books were piled on the table, but they were arranged in an orderly manner, just like a neatly folded bed.
In the very center of the table sat a rather strange object. It was about the size of a human palm and completely black.
"Host, this is a cell phone!"
The system went inside.
"It's somewhat similar to the computer from the last world. It should contain a lot of information about the original owner. Let me organize it!"
Willy nodded indifferently, withdrew his hand from the table, and instead picked up the highest book on the table.
This must have been the book the original owner read most often; the pages were curled up from being turned so many times.
Willie looked at the cover and read it aloud softly:
"The Art of Dating on Social Networks...Mastering Men's Hearts..."
"..."
The system, which was still browsing the network, was stunned upon hearing this.
"Host, do you still need to learn this? You could even publish a book..."
It keenly sensed the dangerous look in Vili's eyes and immediately pretended to be dead.
This guy is getting bolder and bolder.
Willy snorted coldly, not even bothering to open it, and turned to look at other books instead.
108 Ways to Enhance Male Charm
The Ultimate Weapon to Conquer Men
"The Emotional Master: The Psychology of Controlling Men"
With each sentence he read, his face grew darker.
"What kind of person was the original owner of this body...?"
"I might have the answer to this..."
The system spoke, and the phone, which had been sitting on the table with a black screen, suddenly lit up. Willie pulled out a chair and sat down, effortlessly mastering its use.
This is the interface of a social networking app.
There are three people on the list.
Utsusemi, Gott ist tot, and Toyotama.
Due to the software's settings, upon opening it, one could see the last message the original owner sent to the three of them, which was exactly the same sentence—
"I like you."
Next to each message, there is a small notification.
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