Kisaragi Station

The grayish-white tram drove slowly on the charred rails, and the dim light illuminated a corner. The tram meandered silently in the dark night, with the tranquil moonlight above, looking solemn and dignified. Its abrupt presence here, carrying a few passengers, attracted countless eyes.

Compared to the tram with its own lights, which look like pale yellow ribbons, the vehicles hidden around it are as tiny and dim as ants, stealthily rubbing against the light of the bright moon to explore the movements inside the tram.

"Mr. Dazai, there are people ahead."

In the cold hunting wind, Nakajima Atsushi squinted his eyes and struggled to identify the movements ahead. "It looks like he's already in the car."

Two people in protective suits were clinging to the outer wall of the tram, groping towards the door little by little, and were getting closer and closer.

"Don't worry, as long as we don't disturb each other, it will be fine. The most urgent thing is to find out the movement of the train." Dazai chuckled, "Watch carefully, maybe something interesting will happen."

Then Nakajima watched with indignant eyes as a green object appeared on the window, wrapped around the heads of the two people, and then made a chewing gesture. Looking closely, it was a distorted human face with drooping skin, like an old woman on her deathbed.

The human face stretched its neck, and turned its empty eyes to look at Nakajima Atsushi behind it, revealing an expression that seemed neither smiling nor crying.

"Mr. Madam Madam Zai!"

To be exact, it was the first time that the tiger boy had seen such a vivid and bizarre scene. His tongue was tied with nervousness. He looked at the transparent and bright glass beside him, and his hair stood on end for a moment. "The president and the others are still in there!"

Is this interesting? The monster eats people!

"It's just a small scene, but if that slug also tries it, it will be a big deal." Dazai Osamu laughed wickedly, "Ah, it doesn't matter if there are other photos or not. Kunikida Doppo must take all the ugly photos of him crying. It's a great pleasure to look at them when you have free time."

But I don't think Kunikida-san would do that. Nakajima Atsushi swallowed his words, but Dazai Osamu seemed to know what he was thinking and replied leisurely, "So I came to see it myself."

"It's more fun to mock him in person than to show him a photo."

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On the other hand, Nakahara Chuuya didn't know that someone had used the special ability he had just used to identify the culprit of the dent in the ground.

"I think I should forgive him. After all, he didn't mean it, and the tram won't cause any big trouble anyway." I said to myself, and then looked at the thin ghost on the drawing board with a melancholy face.

The main reason is that I don't want to add more work to myself. I have to deal with Akutagawa, a lemon bomb, and a friend with a unique perspective who I just met. I don't need to write another book just to solve a problem. I just give him a surprise, although it is estimated that it will be solved immediately, which can be regarded as helping him to exercise the control of his supernatural powers.

I thought naively, without any objective understanding of his abilities.

What should I give him? There are so many strange stories in my hometown, all of which are very, very weird and mysterious. Just knowing their existence will arouse people's endless reverie. Bringing hidden secrets one after another to this world that knows no fear, this is probably my destiny with this supernatural power. (bushi)

I had already specially arranged a few of them.

[He read everyone's replies sentence by sentence, and would feel sad and angry simply because of some people's ridicule.

Reply: You should have known that if you don’t come home at 2 a.m., you’ll either see a ghost or commit suicide.

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Reply: It is said that ghosts will haunt people who have committed sins. If you escape this disaster, you must go and worship the gods and Buddhas more to atone for the evil deeds you have done before.

I have already experienced such a thing, why would anyone still say such a cold thing? They should also stand in this cold wind for a while, meet a few weird women, and wash away the evil thoughts in their heads! He thought angrily and sneezed again.

At this time, he was faced with a fact that made him panic: his phone was running out of battery. But he couldn't help looking at the forum, wanting to absorb the little warmth. This is also a ray of light, he thought. In the distance, the sky and the earth were equally dark, and it was almost impossible to see the boundary. Only here, the dust floated under the light, giving people a feeling of being alive.

Will the sun rise as usual? Will the train arrive as scheduled tomorrow?

He suppressed the sobbing sound in his throat and asked himself again and again, but it only deepened his fear. Suddenly, the street light flashed. In that moment, darkness invaded, as if falling into the boundless deep sea, surrounded by the howling of the wind, like the whispering of a beast.

He was terrified and could only cower under the streetlights, unwilling to see what was happening, deceiving himself and others like covering his ears and stealing bells, pretending that nothing had happened. He knew clearly that if something happened, he would definitely not be able to survive and would never leave the light. So there was no need to make any more futile investigations. If he was alive, he was alive. If he died, please let him die in ignorance.

The boy hugged his knees, buried his head in his arms, and huddled under the lamp, shivering. Not knowing that right in front of him stood a woman with blood all over her collar and lips, wearing a mask that was soaked through with blood, smiling strangely.

The woman held a blood-stained scalpel in her hand and gestured slowly, as if she was considering where to start.

"Am I beautiful?"

She stretched out her soft hands, with scarlet nails on her white fingertips, and her cold and stiff fingers slowly approached Nakahara Chuuya's face from behind. Although she was wearing a mask, she looked like a beauty with her swaying black hair and affectionate eyes.

Nakahara Chuuya frowned, and as he watched the sudden change in the atmosphere and the defensive actions of the opposite side, an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

"Mr. Nakahara."

Naomi Tanizaki reminded gently, as if to avoid disturbing anything. And Ranpo Edogawa showed a look of watching a good show.

Interesting, Mr. Hat is about to get into some serious trouble.

Without looking at her almost non-existent pupils, she looked like a beautiful, frail woman, and even the blood on her collar added a touch of charm to her pale face. Her movements were slow, like the wax-like hair that quietly extended before, making people dare not disturb her.

There is a ghost behind Nakahara Chuuya.

However, from the reflection of the glass on the other side, Nakahara Chuuya only saw the bushes and telephone poles passing by outside the window, nothing else. However, he could clearly see the fear and solemnity in the eyes of the person on the other side. Thinking back to what happened before, he had a rough idea of ​​what was going to happen.

Almost as soon as Tanizaki Naomi finished speaking, Nakahara Chuuya used gravity. When the object behind him was unable to move under the strong pressure, he turned around and kicked backwards. His eyes were arrogant and fierce, and the corner of his clothes with an orange glow drew an arc in the air.

"Go to hell, scum."

He turned around and met a pair of eyes with only a small black dot between the whites of the eyes, and he put a little more force on his feet.

Why are there so many guys like this? Such slimy and gloomy things, they seem to be more suitable for that suicidal maniac!

He kicked the woman's hand which was just close to his face. The bloody knife was kicked away and the flying blood was well controlled in the air, so thick that it was almost black.

"ah--"

The woman screamed miserably, and the loose mask could not withstand the heavy blow and was thrown to the ground, revealing her mouth that had been cut by a knife to the base of her ear. The wound was still oozing blood, and the tender flesh turned outward, looking hideous and horrible.

"Face! My face!"

She opened her mouth and cried out, like a shark opening its jaws, shocking everyone around her and making their hearts skip a beat.

She was a beautiful woman a few seconds ago, but now she is clearly a terrifying monster. The moment the mask was removed, the pain, resentment, and hatred in her eyes looked more real than the doll and hair before, making people wonder if she is a living person.

"Am I not beautiful?"

"You must be jealous of my beauty!"

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, you will be like me soon!"

Huh! Nakahara Chuuya's pupils suddenly shrank, unable to resist the chill spreading behind him, and he pressed her into a depression. The more she struggled, the greater the pressure became, until even her bones made a creaking sound, but she seemed not to feel it, staring at Nakahara Chuuya's face with resentment.

This is weird, it won't stop until it dies. Sometimes you don't even know how to kill it, you can only linger on until it dies.

The Undead Legion, which knows no pain and has an endless supply of energy, will bite the enemy's throat tightly as long as it has one breath left. This is a more perfect existence that cannot be destroyed. Looking at the scene in front of him, a trace of eagerness flashed across Moriogai's eyes. This ability can control corpses and even virtual things. With this ability, human power is no longer something that can be consumed, but a cheap, convenient, and to some extent, unlimited resource.

If it cannot be controlled in your hands, you must destroy it, otherwise it will be like a thorn in your throat, making you unable to sleep.

"Give me back my face, give me back my face!"

She was still struggling violently, and the liquid on her cheeks flowed down, forming a small pool of blood.

It was a scene that would give me nightmares. What use is there for such a special ability? Is it scary? Nakahara Chuuya flexed his wrists, turned his head and looked at Sakaguchi Ango, and asked with an unpleasant expression: "How do we solve this?"

Sakaguchi Ango told him with his eyes that this was a good question.

"cut."

He turned his head away from the scene in front of him, and before he could ask Morioka for instructions, the lights of the tram went out, as if by some internal and external collusion, returning darkness to the night.

Oops. Nakahara Chuuya's heart suddenly started to alarm. He looked ahead with difficulty in the moonlight, but because his vision was still a little dizzy, everything around him was still the same blackness.

"Don't move around to avoid accidental injuries!"

Fukuzawa Yukichi said in a deep voice, his hand never leaving the hilt of the sword.

This statement may seem ridiculous in other places, but when there is another unknown force behind them, if they suffer unnecessary damage, the person behind them may take advantage of it. So even if darkness suddenly descended, the people present remained calm.

And obviously, this is a scene targeting the Port Mafia cadre Chuuya Nakahara, and the possibility of affecting others is very small.

Nakahara Chuuya also understood this, and after holding his breath for a few seconds, he finally saw the situation in front of him clearly. There was only a larger depression, and nothing else.

He narrowed his cobalt blue eyes, feeling the weight of gravity on him, and tried his best to suppress the urge to raze the place to the ground.

Although the attack power of the strange creature was so low that it was not worth looking at, he still couldn't help but use all his strength to dispel his inexplicable uneasiness. He didn't want to think about why he looked like he was facing a powerful enemy. He was just too vigilant.

At this moment, Nakahara Chuuya was tense like a powder keg, ready to explode at any moment. He was unaware of the figure gradually emerging behind him, and the terrifying smile on his face.

"I got you."

Someone whispered in his ear, and then there was a crisp sound of broken bones. It was nothing strange, the woman's neck was broken by the gravity, and fell limply on Zhongyuan Chuuya's shoulder. This was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Get out of my way!!!"

Black lines vaguely crept up his face, and in an instant, an orange light appeared, covering the entire carriage.

"Bang!"

Like a white snake being cut in half, the train collapsed completely in the middle after a series of roars and a tooth-grinding twisting sound, as fragile as a can being crushed by one hand. The glass on the window shattered and flew out due to the pressure, and the cold air directly invaded the car. The train was quietly stagnant in the moonlight, with black smoke rising from the waist upwards, and it was not clear in the moonlight.

No way? When she noticed the train stop, Naomi Tanizaki had a bad feeling in her heart. This feeling reached its peak when she heard the lady sobbing from somewhere.

"That's too much...my car..."

"I haven't even started yet..."

The rabbits that fell to the ground had red light in their eyes.