Kisaragi Station

I wanted to write a weird group portrait, but I didn't have any accurate information, so I pulled my hair and recalled all the weird things. It can be said that I had high expectations for this tram. I even had a small delusion that if after tonight, someone could still remember these weird things in the other world, that would be really great.

Weirdness is actually a kind of humanities. People are shaped by the land and water they live in. They have their own unique national imprints, whether absurd, bloody, or bizarre, and they have their own origins and sins behind them. I try to recall the various supernatural events in the past tonight, and want the people here to experience the customs and habits of foreign lands.

The question is, where is my car? ! !

My plan was aborted!

There are 23 carriages in total, and I put a lot of effort into each of them. If I hadn't been dreaming, I would never have done such a hair-raising thing in my lifetime.

"I said I can kill ghosts, but I can't touch my car?"

Among a group of rabbits who were groaning and rubbing their bellies, a rabbit holding a drawing board spoke softly, attracting the attention of everyone.

This rabbit has no gap on her belly, and her eyes are not glowing red. The huge drawing board she is holding in front of her makes her look even smaller, revealing a hint of cuteness that is in contrast. She looks normal, like the kind that would be bought immediately if placed on the street.

However, this cute rabbit stared at Nakahara Chuuya, who was about to go berserk in the center of the collapse, and said sadly: "Will you people here beat up the staff when you go to the haunted house?"

"......That......"

"It's okay to beat up the staff, I have plenty of them, but why do you want to tear down the haunted house? Do you think you'll be inflated just because I don't charge you money?"

"......Miss?"

Naomi Tanizaki asked tentatively, but in her heart she was surprised by the words "I have plenty".

One person can be an undead army. Such a trump card must not be held by anyone to affect the hard-earned peace of Yokohama.

So why did such a person suddenly appear?

There were still strange noises coming from Nakahara Chuuya's place. Even though the woman's body had been completely shattered, as long as she relaxed a little, she would be able to sneak into the darkness and launch the next ambush.

"Give me your face..."

"Go to hell, trash!"

She always managed to get close to Nakahara Chuuya silently from behind, and spoke to him in a snake-like tone, and every word hit his fragile nerves.

"Let me do it. Absolutely, absolutely..."

"Ha, you are tired of living!"

Black dirt would appear on his face from time to time, indicating that his special ability was about to go out of control, and he could only suppress it with great effort. Firstly, once he entered the out-of-control state of [dirt], he could not control himself and could not actively remove it. Secondly... because a thing that did not know what it was would cause dirt, which would definitely make the mackerel laugh to death!

Even if he were to fight this thing here, he would never give the mackerel a chance to hit him!

I looked up at the endless scene and began to flip the pages on the drawing board with my fingerless hands.

"The train was cancelled due to an accident, so although I can't give you a full-on experience, you can still comment on the weirdness I wrote."

It’s just that the immersive screening has turned into a situational screening, and everyone must be disappointed.

"Whoever caused this accident will experience the surprise I have carefully prepared for you."

I turned to face everyone who was watching Chuuya Nakahara fighting demons, and used the line on my mouth to draw a sinister smile.

Next, please enjoy my exclusive online show: When the ghost escapes from the haunted house.

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This is not just a journey for one person, there are always eyes from all sides behind. The moment the lights went out, everyone held their breath. With a distorted sound, the unknown train that had withstood the inquiries of many forces broke from within. The fluorescent face clinging to the wall of the train seemed to be damaged as well, and disappeared directly, throwing the outsider hanging on the wall off the train.

"The train was attacked and stopped in the middle of the track... The two people who went ahead were released without any injuries. It seems that [Ghost Face] has no attacking ability... All the doors of the train are open! All the doors of the train are open! An unknown object is walking out of the carriage. Attention, an unknown object is walking out of the carriage!"

With a click, the doors of the train opened in unison. The interior of the carriage was empty and dark, without a single outline. Until a hand or a head popped out, finally, something came out.

From the left came a girl carrying a doll on her back, smiling sweetly, but with no whites in her eyes, only two dark eye sockets; behind her came a very tall woman with a wide-brimmed hat, dressed in white, holding a red umbrella, and making a clicking sound from her mouth; a little boy hit a rubber ball, and the hair on the ball swung in the air; the man adjusted the rabbit-head mask on his head and picked up the axe; the elderly female corpse had sparse hair and was holding a bloody mallet; a one-legged old man was shaking a bell and jumping... They appeared one after another as today's performers.

Strange things happened one after another in front of them, and countless people recorded these ghosts that should not exist in the world on their screens. Expedited reports were sent to all parts of the world. No one dared to act rashly because of the shock of these scenes.

"In carriage number three, a long-haired woman crawled on the floor, followed by a naked white-skinned boy... Carriage number four..."

The helicopter was hidden in the clouds, using satellites to faithfully record everything that was about to happen.

"Should we send out a team to suppress the situation?"

"The only target of the attack is the Port Mafia's gravity user, Chuuya Nakahara. Wait and see for a while."

The table was crooked on its four human legs, with a head placed in the middle; a pale hand and a few strands of wet hair stretched out from the bouncing pottery jar; round paper money with square holes splashed all over the corners, burning with phosphorescent sparks; a vague white ghost figure twisted its body, and there was a huge balloon with a hemp rope noose hanging underneath.

The balloon was extremely large, and was made by magnifying Chuuya Nakahara's head several hundred times, revealing a permeable smile under the eerie moonlight. The neck of the human head balloon was like a torn piece of cloth, with tiny pieces of flesh and blood dripping onto the ground along the hemp rope. The whole scene looked horrifying and terrifying.

The balloon consciously followed the owner of the head, trying to lasso something with the blood-stained lasso. The enlarged face seemed to have life, opening its mouth and calling out his name.

"Nakahara Chuuya--"

"Nakahara Chuuya--"

Nakajima Atsushi looked at the scene in front of him in horror, and something seemed to be churning in his stomach.

"Head! Mr. Dazai, there is a head in the sky!"

Was he dreaming? Did he not sleep well last night? Why did he see Mr. Nakahara Chuuya’s big head flying in the sky and calling Mr. Nakahara Chuuya’s name?

Dazai Osamu, on the other hand, held his stomach and laughed wildly, almost laughing to death: "Atsushi-kun, am I seeing this right? The slug's head is flying in the sky, hahahahahahaha, this must be the first time he's been so close to the sky without using his supernatural powers, right? Hahahaha, take a picture! You must take a picture!"

"Mr. Dazai..."

Nakajima Atsushi said helplessly.

"Hahaha, he's still calling that slug's name. Is he calling him home for dinner? Nakahara Chuuya's head is calling Nakahara Chuuya? What kind of magical scene is this? Oops, what did I miss before, hahaha..."

Then Nakajima Atsushi watched Nakahara Chuuya jump into the sky and burst the balloon. Although his facial expression could not be seen, it was estimated that it was not good.

The balloon let out a sharp scream under the heavy pressure. It was a sound that did not seem to be made by a human being and it made people feel uneasy.

"ah----"

"What on earth happened..."

Nakajima Atsushi was so frightened that the roots of his hair stood up.

"Hahaha! He crushed his own head and it exploded hahaha, Atsushi-kun, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to die, I didn't expect that I would be laughed to death by this slug, I must hold on until I can mock him in person hahaha..."

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"Mr. Nakahara is so miserable."

The onlookers sighed in unison.

Although it was cruel to say so, many of them were still thankful that Nakahara Chuuya had made such a brilliant move and completely attracted the attention of the young lady. Otherwise, if these things fell on them, it would be an unforgettable nightmare.

High-intensity mental attack and nerve pollution, Nakahara Chuuya, goodbye.

"Aren't you going to take a picture of it?"

Edogawa Ranpo glanced at Kunikida Doppo, who was shaking his hands, and reminded him with narrowed eyes. He looked very happy and was completely entertained.

The design was okay, he thought, but he made the mistake of choosing the grumpy Mr. Hat, who didn't think about how to pass the level, but just destroyed everything violently. Ranpo-sama had already seen the answer.

Kunikida Dopo raised the camera several times, but put it down again tremblingly, as if he was troubled by something.

It's no wonder they were saying sarcastic words on the side. Nakahara Chuuya and his boss Mori Ogai were indifferent to all this. Instead, they surrounded Miss Rabbit with an attentive look on their faces and asked her all kinds of questions.

"What a great design, Miss, you can come up with so many supernatural characters."

Outside, Morio sighed as he saw Nakahara Chuuya being chased by a group of unknown creatures.

I just stared blankly at the slaughterhouse in front of me, feeling that my dream was shattered: "What's the point? What's the point? In the end, I'm just being beaten for fun."

I still wear that rabbit skin to keep myself warm.

My heart is cold and hurt.

The hand-made sculpture I worked so hard to make had its head pulled out by someone else's naughty kid. He asked me about the psychological trauma I felt at that time.

"Today was an emergency. Miss, you can just do it again next time." Moriogai raised Alice in his hand. "Alice is also happy to do it, right, Alice-chan?"

Rintaro, you big idiot, big idiot, big idiot! Alice glared at him angrily without saying anything.

"There won't be a next time."

I said sadly that the pencil in my hand felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

I am tired. Let them go, and let me go. From now on, I will continue to write my own ghost stories and stop getting entangled in this dangerous world. In this world, ghosts are suppressed and beaten.

Come to think of it, I had a premonition a long time ago, but no one has contacted me yet.

Just when Mori Ogai pretended to be surprised and wanted to continue to inquire, Dazai Osamu's lazy voice sounded beside him.

"Hey, isn't this Dr. Mori?"

Dazai wiped away the nonexistent tears from his eyes and said with a smile: "Aren't we all going to look for weird things together? It seems to me like a ghost wandering around in the Central Plains."