Kisaragi Station. Rabbit

"Huh?"

Nakajima Atsushi, who was suddenly called out, looked confused, "Why are Mr. Dazai and I..."

He didn't really want to go, but being singled out seemed a little strange. For Nakajima Atsushi, his confusion reached its peak when he saw that familiar face.

That girl seems to be the lady I met a few days ago. Have I offended her in any way?

Did I end up making her unhappy?

Compared to Nakajima Atsushi's hesitant words, Dazai Osamu was much more straightforward. He complained directly: "That's too much. I was the one who brought the doll. Miss's attitude last time was not like this."

Not only does she not look so relaxed, but she also exudes a sense of detachment from the world, and some people even believe that she is a creature with supernatural powers. Although she looks strange now, even if she is a ghost, she is a ghost from this world.

"I'm sorry, but your special ability doesn't match this train, so I can't do anything about it." I made up my mind not to let him get on the train. Although it was a while ago, I still remember the bandages on his body clearly. He just touched me and sent me home. I spent so many days and nights writing this surprise on such a big train. Although it's a third-rate work, don't I feel heartbroken?

As for Nakajima Atsushi, I felt that I was truly thinking about him.

"The destination of this train, Kisaragi Station, is a so-called ghost station. Many strange things have happened there, and it still troubles many people. Customers should be prepared to face it."

"Whether it's the little boy looking for his head or the person in the jar, if you're afraid of these things and don't dare to approach them, then don't get on the bus. Because I want everyone to feel happy in the end, and that would be great."

My companions walked into the cinema in twos and threes, holding popcorn. When they came out, they were still a little scared, but they all laughed at each other's embarrassment in the cinema. They talked about which scene really made their hearts stop beating, and expressed satisfaction with this team-building activity. This is the scene I imagined. As for Nakajima Atsushi...did he read the manuscript I gave him carefully? Would he be afraid of the scene constructed only by words? Thinking of the puppet's laughter made him pale. I think he is really not suitable for this team-building activity.

"Several guests have boarded the bus, and they all said they were horror fans. I originally thought that the guests brought horror dolls with them as a premeditation, is that right?"

I asked quietly, and I felt that a man with glasses had a strange expression. Upon closer inspection, I found that he was the other person I met on the first day.

What is he nervous about?

"In fact, I have always been a fan of horror culture. It's such a pity." Dazai Osamu sighed, grabbed Nakajima Atsushi, whose face had turned pale just by listening to the description, took out the camera in his arms and handed it to Kunikida Doppo.

"I've been looking forward to this day for a long time, but I can't see it with my own eyes. Kunikida-kun, I'll leave it to you. Please make sure to take pictures of the little boy looking for his head, the old lady with a cat face, the person without a shadow, etc. You must take pictures of all the ghosts you see to make up for my regret today!"

Kunikida Doppo's face was already twitching, and he was only able to maintain a calm expression because of the president's presence.

Damn Dazai Osamu, does he still believe in the existence of ghosts at this age? This kind of thing is simply nonsense. He didn't believe it when he was three years old. Hahahaha, ha, ha...

I felt guilty, thinking that if it was really like what Dazai Osamu said, then he would be really miserable. The things he likes are right in front of him, but he can't touch them. It doesn't matter, I will definitely help him collect all the weird photos, the little boy who is looking for a place to go? Arranged.

"If you are willing to face it, please bring your doll up. There is no danger, I promise."

I turned around and walked into the carriage, making way for him. I didn't see the dark face of the person I was determined to take good care of. Especially when Dazai Osamu stuffed the still moving doll in his hand into his arms, he was basically petrified into a sculpture.

He seems, as if, probably, afraid of ghosts?

"Mr. Dazai?"

Nakajima Atsushi watched the people getting on the bus, not understanding why Dazai Osamu wanted to pull him along. "Actually, I can do it. I'm sure I can help."

He was just frightened at first, and now it is a shame to leave an attacking psychic like him outside.

"Yes, Atsushi-kun can help."

Dazai Osamu took out the tracker from his pocket and hummed a tune in a good mood.

"It's really a reasonable gift, Atsushi-kun, let's go."

"Go and see what the young lady's script is like this time."

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Inside the train, there was a warm and comfortable light. Passengers sat in groups of three or four by the windows, and the remaining seats were occupied by stuffed dolls. They were all very cute bunny dolls with long ears, each with their own unique outfit.

Although we just met, I have already remembered several like-minded friends. The horror lover with the little girl is called Mori Ogai, and the one next to him is called Nakahara Chuuya, who is said to be an avid psychic lover who has been investigating the whereabouts of a ghost for many years. If today's journey can bring him something, it would be great.

Of course, it wasn't all smooth sailing. A man wearing goggles and holding a lemon scolded me for being unscientific and superstitious, and even tried to blow up my car with the background music. I didn't provoke him, but he really made me angry, and it was even more unscientific not to think about not being hurt by a hammer-shaped bomb. I kicked him out and have already booked a spot for him in the next team building.

The reason I specifically mentioned Moriogai was because of the little girl he was holding who was holding my rabbit. Did she know what this was? It doesn't matter, no one will report me anyway, this is a parent harming his own child!

"Alice, are you feeling okay?" I walked over and asked in a neutral tone.

Even if it's not good, it's not my fault. My parents are really irresponsible. Refusing once is already my best behavior. I have no relationship with them. I have to be responsible for myself.

"Don't worry, Miss. Alice has a wide range of interests, and she really likes these things." Morio ignored the little girl's shouts of "Rintaro the fool" and smiled. "To be honest, I am a fan of folk anecdotes, and I am lucky to be able to take this train. Miss, can you reveal a little bit so that I can be mentally prepared..."

I laughed in my heart, but didn't say anything. I just bent down slightly and covered Alice's eyes. The lights in the train suddenly flashed and went out. A face painted with green fluorescent light appeared on the glass window. It looked like it was torn directly from a person's face, and then a hole was pierced in the forehead and hung on the window. The face drooped under the action of gravity, and the empty big mouth was filled with the boundless night.

As if they noticed that people were looking at them, the human faces pulled their empty mouths into a flat smile, and their cheeks trembled slightly, as if people were breathing.

They smiled quietly at the others and tried their best to spread out their glued bodies.

"The surprise you wanted."

I kept my words brief, hoping to warn him to keep an eye on his children.

Although Rao was prepared, Moriogai's smile still froze, and Alice shuddered suddenly, not to mention the others who had no idea what was going on. Sakaguchi Ango's hands trembled suddenly, and then slowly placed them in front of his eyes, not looking at them, nor touching them.

He had previously used his ability [Degeneration Theory] to investigate the situation on this train and saw some scenes that he shouldn't have seen. He would never tell others that these faces could swim on the windows and swallow the parts that touched the glass.

He couldn't be the only one facing this horrific and disgusting scene.

The dark fluorescent light shone on everyone's ugly faces, but as "horror lovers", they should be happy. I thought uncertainly.

"Hey, this is interesting. Is this something that happens in big cities?"

Apart from a few gasps, no one made a sound, but screams broke the silence.

"It's amazing. It's worthy of being a big city. I've never seen such interesting things in the countryside." Kenji Miyazawa exclaimed.

Apologize to the big cities! The people's voices reached a surprising unanimity at this time.

The train had already started moving. Outside the train, one could clearly see faces of people floating in the air, which gave great fright to anyone who happened to see the scene.

Due to inertia, the rabbits on the seats fell down, probably hurt, they cried out, tore open the cloth on their stomachs, took out knives from a ball of red and white cotton, and after standing up, they stuck the knives on the wall of the tram and climbed back onto their seats. Once they were sure they were sitting firmly, they put the knives back into their stomachs and continued to be cute little adorable.

Another rabbit was saved from this misfortune because Alice was holding it, so it smiled at Alice gratefully. Alice was so frightened that her hands shook and she quickly threw the rabbit out.

What is this!

"Rabbits are so smart!" Miyazawa Kenji sighed again with a sunny smile.

Are these rabbits? What have they done wrong?

I was even more shocked. Although I'm almost used to being slapped in the face now, they were not afraid at all when they started to tear down my stage.

Even though the train made a strange noise when the face appeared, like the sound of a dented iron plate being pressed, I ignored it for the time being and turned to look at the blond boy with a gentle smile.

"What is your name?"

"Can I play with you when I'm free?"