My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 41

In a dilapidated one-family house in Edogawa District, Xia Xilin walked through the dark living room on the first floor with a vigilant expression, and walked to the compartment on the second floor.

She was wearing the shrine's traditional shrine maiden costume, a white blouse with red hakama, short white socks on her feet, and a pair of wooden shoes. Her black and shiny hair was styled in a Jifa style, with a pair of White headband.

Carrying a simple bow on his back, a box of arrows, and a two-foot-long short sword hanging from his waist.

Let’s not talk about whether this style is good-looking or not. Compared with casual clothes, it is definitely inconvenient.

Especially clogs, it feels awkward to wear and even walk.

It's just that witches have been dressed like this for thousands of years, and Xia Xilin has no intention of fighting against tradition.

It’s inconvenient if it’s inconvenient, just bear with it and it’ll pass.

As she walked, from time to time, gray-white arms slowly stretched out from the cracks in the floor and behind the cabinets, and black air gushed out from everywhere in the house, gathering on the ceiling, and followed her like a poisonous snake.

The moment she walked up the stairs to the attic on the second floor, Xia Xilin shuddered and fell into the ice cellar.

Everything I saw before my eyes, whether it was the floor, the railings, or all kinds of dusty furniture, was covered with a layer of almost liquid black-red resentment.

Things are not as simple as they seem.

Xia Xirin thought about it. The woman who came to Asakusa Shrine for help only said that a friend disappeared in a haunted house, and the rest of the information was not disclosed.

At that time, the people up and down the Asakusa Shrine didn't think deeply about it. After all, the haunted house in the eyes of ordinary people is not the same thing as the haunted house in the eyes of Shinto.

In the eyes of ordinary people, as long as someone has died, it is a haunted house.

In China, more than 2 people commit suicide every year, and more than half of them die at home or in hotels.This does not count the various homicides and accidental deaths.

In other words, tens of thousands of new haunted houses appear in China every year.

But in the definition of Shinto, only a house that has been killed by ghosts and ghosts residing in the house can be called a haunted house.

Xia Xilin took down the wooden bow, drew out an arrow, and drew the string on the bow. He carefully observed the surrounding situation, and cautiously advanced on the porch covered with a thin layer of dust.

A fuzzy black figure whose shape cannot be seen is lurking in the door of the attic at the other end of the entrance, waiting for the prey to come to the door.

And behind Xia Xilin, another black figure appeared, with a blurred pale face and big bloodshot eyes staring resentfully at the shrine maiden.

The changes in the magnetic field did not escape Xia Xilin's observation. She held a bow and arrow and turned back suddenly: "Who is it!"

The black shadow disappeared in an instant, turning into darkness like flowing water, flowing into the cracks in the wooden floor.

At this moment, an even more frightening sound came from the wooden door at the end of the entrance hall.

"Wow…"

There was a faint cry of a baby.

At this moment, Xia Xilin felt an extremely ominous and terrifying existence occupying the house.

But she didn't stop. Holding the bow, she walked to the end of the entrance hall and kicked it.

The old wooden door fell apart under this kick, and the pieces scattered on the floor.

It was a small messy room, with all kinds of items scattered on the floor, and the smell of dust was oncoming.Due to the darkness in the house, the internal situation could not be seen clearly.

The moment she just walked into the house, she heard a "dong dong dong" sound in her ears, as if someone was beating on the outer wall of the house.

Xia Xilin's eyes reflexively fell to the direction of the sound, looking at the light gray wall on the left side of the house, then slowly turned her head, and followed her eyes all the way to the right.It sounded like someone was pounding their fists around the attic from the other side of the wall.

There will be no people outside, there can be no people, the outside of this is not a room, but just a space that has nothing and extends infinitely.

What would it be?
A picture suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

A man in a suit was suspended from the ceiling, his bloodshot eyes wide open, his face contorted in pain, his mouth open, and his unbelievably long tongue dangling.Long black hair like a snake is wrapped around his neck, and just like that in the gap in the ceiling.

There was a pale-skinned little boy at the feet of the suit floating in mid-air, and he was shaking the corpse's feet as if he was pushing a swing.

Pushing, but also shouting: "Dad. Dad"

Xia Xilin bit the tip of her tongue violently, the severe pain brought her back to her senses, and when she looked closely, there was nothing in front of her eyes.

You have to check it out.

She licked her lips lightly with the tip of her bloody tongue, and walked straight over to open the window.

However, there was no one outside the window.

No one was hanging from the roof with ropes, and no one was climbing up with a ladder on the outer wall. She only saw vehicles driving on the road at night just over ten meters away.

She rubbed between her brows, covering the wall that was making noise with her palm, could it be inside the wall?

Just then, boom boom... boom boom... boom...

The light gray wall that Xia Xilin's palm touched once again vibrated, as if something was about to rush out of it.

She remained motionless, continuing to stare at the wall in front of her, and then louder noises came from all directions.

"Boom!...Boom...Boom...Boom!"

It seems that countless people are demolishing every corner of the house at the same time with hammers in their hands.

In such a noisy environment, if there is a slight sound mixed in, it will be difficult for people to detect it.

And the danger is coming quietly at this moment.

There was a "click" under his feet, and a small bluish-white hand slammed out of the gap in the floor.

Xia Xilin's tense body reacted in an instant. She tapped her toes, jumped a step forward in an instant, turned her head, loosened the string, and shot out the arrow.

call out!
boom
The blue-glowing arrow directly pierced that little blue-white hand.

"mom!"

The little boy's screams sounded, and a puff of black smoke quickly poured in from outside the entrance, wrapping the arrows. After a while, the wooden arrows turned into liquid and fell like ice cubes.

A gray and dirty little boy wearing only a loincloth, with a pot head, fell from the ceiling of the second floor to the first floor, and then fell to the ground like an animal on all fours, in an extremely twisted posture, and menacingly headed towards the stairs. Climbing in the direction.

Xia Xilin reached out to the arrow box behind her back, and was about to take out another arrow when she suddenly felt a chill behind her ears, as if someone was blowing into her ears.

She didn't have time to think, and rolled sideways.

Looking back, it was a female wraith with disheveled hair, a strange figure, and a bloody face, appearing where she was standing just now.

"Gaya coconut!" Xia Xilin was shocked.

As a shrine maiden, it is impossible for her not to understand what Kayako is.

No one knows how terrible Kayako, who died with incomparably great resentment, was under the blessing of resentment after killing dozens of people.

Because everyone who saw Kayako died.

Without exception.

Gayeko stood in the room, turned his head 90° to look over, his face was as white as paper, without any expression.

The snow-white long skirt on her body became tattered, revealing a rotting body with feminine characteristics inside.

The black hair that originally covered his face also turned dark red, revealing half of his big bloodshot eyes.

(End of this chapter)