I loaded the ghost talk game

This strange solitary tomb is made of yellow mud.

The soil looks newly turned, probably not long after it was piled up, maybe a month at most.

Kamiyagawa squatted down and observed the solitary grave further.

Like some of the mounds in the pet cemetery, this lone mound also showed signs of being dug open by the claws of wild animals.

On the side of the mound, a large hole was dug out.

Shine in with the light of a flashlight, and you can see that there is an overturned wooden box inside, and a lot of off-white powder is scattered around.

"The urn?" Kamiya made an inference without much emotion.

Taking a closer look, he saw a small black and white oval photo pasted on the urn. The photo showed a man in his 70s wearing glasses.

In addition, you can also see the text on it——[Nakao]

"So this is the tomb of an old man named Nakao. It's strange that he will be buried alone next to the pet cemetery? What does the 'guilty' on the tombstone refer to?"

Kamiya stood up with doubts.

"Onitsuka, what do you think?" Then he asked again.

But after waiting for a few seconds, there was no reply.

Speaking of which, the little witch was too quiet when she approached the grave just now, and Kamiya never heard her speak.

"Onitsuka?"

Kamiya turned around, only to find that there was nothing around him.

Onizuka Kiri Hotaru was gone.

Standing in this small open space of this lonely grave, there is no one else but myself.

Moreover, at some point in the originally dark forest, a thick mist began to fill the air.

The mountain mist came very abnormally. After being noticed by Shen Gu, the forest was filled in a few breaths, making it impossible to distinguish the direction. You can also feel a kind of evil aura that is not too strong from the mist.

A word in Shen Gu's hand has been unsheathed.

When the mist rose, this long and beautiful Nodachi had already started humming.

He clenched the handle of the knife a little bit, frowned slightly, and called out in a low voice: "Prajna, can you hear me?"

As soon as the voice fell, Kamiya felt a slender, soft and cold hand gently resting on his left shoulder in the mist.

It is Prajna.

The order that Kamiya just issued did not let his own ghost-faced girl appear directly, but just confirmed her existence.

"Hanna is by my side, which means that I can still freely summon shikigami, so there is nothing to be afraid of. The guy who created the mist should be the strange thing that Onizuka said just now, summoned by her Kagura flute. "

Kamiyagawa thought this in his heart, and at the same time silently watched the tumbling mist around him, watching the changes.

He already has good experience in combating ghosts, and based on the strength of the evil spirits around him, he can roughly judge the strength of the monsters encountered.

The unknown strange talk in the mist was evil, and it didn't feel too strong to him.

It is estimated that as long as we join hands with Prajna, we can deal with it, and even Mary doesn't need to go out.

In addition, Onizuka Kiri Hotaru, who disappeared, was probably also separated by the ghost story with a fog to somewhere.

swish swish.

Kamiyagawa heard a faint sound coming from somewhere in the mist.

But the source of the sound is somewhat unidentifiable, as if it is right next to the ear, and it seems to be in an illusory distance.

"well."

Immediately afterwards, there was a heavy sigh.

The voice is very old and should belong to an old man.

"I am not guilty. Those young people dug out my ashes and buried them here. This is an insult to me! What did I do wrong? I am not guilty, never! It was them...they were too It's too hypocritical. How can they judge me for a beast!"

The old man's voice came out of the mist. At first, his voice was vague, but later he could hear it clearly, and his tone became more and more intense.

"You! Are they wrong, or I am wrong, for you! Tell me! They are wrong, aren't they? Right!"

The old man's voice in the mist began to question, and the object of the question seemed to be Shengu, with a very tough attitude.

And Kamiyagawa just held a word and didn't move.

On his right shoulder, the soft touch is still there, and it can be confirmed that Prajna is still by his side.

Therefore, there is nothing to be afraid of opening up the battle and fighting directly.

After the old voice's questioning was over, the fog around him changed and started to dissipate unexpectedly.

Kamiyagawa suddenly saw a bright light.

This situation is not right.

Because Shengu knew very well that at this moment, he should be in the Xinbaoyue mountain forest in the early morning, and the dense trees and vegetation around him even completely covered the sparse moonlight.

It is normal to be completely dark, but it is weird to be bright.

After adapting to the surrounding light, Kamiya held a letter and began to look around.

It can be seen that he is still in the mountains and forests, but the surrounding vegetation and trees are not so lush, and the current environment is daytime and the sun is shining brightly.

In front of him, there is a shed made of nylon.

Several camera machines can be seen.

The model looks old, as if it was a device from the last century.

In addition, there are a few people wearing vests and hats, busy moving around and debugging the machine.

It's like an old location photography scene.

"Now is this a hallucination?"

Kamiyagawa checked his own state and felt that he was still clear-headed.

"However, the details of the surrounding environment are a bit too real. It looks like a small crew shooting site in the last century." He began to look around again, and quickly made a guess, "Maybe what I see now is Someone's memory fragment? That old voice in the mist just now asked me if he did something wrong... Maybe he wants to show me something, and then make a judgment and give him an answer."

Kamiya took a letter and started walking.

And those crew members who were adjusting the equipment turned a blind eye to the teenager who appeared here with a controlled knife, and still immersed themselves in their own work.

Kamiyagawa also tried to touch one of them, a big sister in overalls with a good figure.

But he found that his hand could pass through the opponent's body at will, like passing through the air, without any hindrance.

"Well, now I believe more and more that the old voice in the fog just now deliberately wanted to show me what I saw in front of me."

Shen Gu left the big sister in tooling in front of her and walked towards the most conspicuous nylon shed in the current scene.

There are two long tables and a folding director's chair in the shed.

There are two monitors on the table, which are not currently working, and there are also items such as headlights, rain covers, and slates in a mess.

At the edge of the long table stood two men.

One was probably in his twenties, the other in his forties.

Among them, the older one looks a little familiar, and his appearance is somewhat similar to the old Mr. Nakao in the urn of the lonely mound just now.

As for the young man in his twenties, his appearance is very ordinary, his complexion is dark, and he should be exposed to the hot sun frequently.

What made Kamiyagawa particularly concerned was that beside this young man, there was a dog on a leash.

This dog is not a Shiba Inu or Akita that is common in Japan.

But a pure black wolfhound.

If this kind of dog is placed in Shengu's hometown, it should be called Wuhei dog.

Black head, black body, black tail, black feet, black tongue.

A born hunter.

The size of the black wolf dog is much larger than that of ordinary domestic dogs. Its eyes are sharp and energetic, and it has a pair of vigilant ears. Sitting there can also make people feel calm and domineering.

Kamiya, who was in the "transparent world", stared at the black dog for a while.

Then, he heard the voices of two men next to him.

Youth: "Mr. Nakao, are you really planning to let my Inujiro participate in your filming?"

Nakao didn't answer the question directly, but asked another question on his own: "Your name is Shuta, right? I heard that a crazy wild boar broke into your house last year. But that wild boar was finally killed by your family. His dog killed him?"

"Yes, yes." Shuta nodded, "Inujiro is very brave and loyal, he is an extremely obedient and capable boy."

"Well, it's pretty good." Nakao lowered his head, looked at the black dog, and kept nodding while looking at it, "It looks mighty, loyal and obedient, it's a rare good dog. It's just like the one in my play. That dog was exactly the same, there was no better dog for the shoot. I can already imagine how perfect the final shot would be."

Shuta seemed very happy to hear Mr. Nakao praise his dog.

He reached out and patted Black Dog's head: "Inujiro, did you hear that Director Nakao is praising you. When you are in the movie, you will be seen by many people, and everyone will know how powerful and obedient you are. "

The black dog named Inujiro shook its head and flicked its tail at its owner.

...

Kamiyagawa watched the scene in front of him silently.

Afterwards, thick mist surged out of the surrounding area again.

When the fog dissipated again, the surrounding scene changed slightly.

You can see the black dog named Inujiro, resting on his stomach in the middle of the field, and all the cameras in the field are pointing at him.

It seems that it has already participated in the filming task of the crew.

Shooting around the location.

Still the black-skinned Shuta and Director Nakao.

Nakao: "Very good, Inujiro also behaved very well today, I have never seen such a good obedience dog."

Xiuta just stood aside and laughed, with a joyful and proud expression on his face, as if the person Nakao was praising was not his dog, but himself.

Nakao: "Okay. All departments are preparing for the last scene of Inujiro in ten minutes."

"The last scene, this last scene." Shuta leaned forward, "Well, Mr. Nakao, the last scene is about blasting, right?"

"Well, in order to protect the owner's family, the loyal dog picked up the explosives thrown by the bandits and ran out of the house. In the end, he saved the owner and hostess, but he was killed by the explosion unfortunately. It is a very touching scene." Director Nakao nodded, " Haven't you read the script? Why are you asking me again?"

"I just want to make sure again, the explosion really won't hurt Inujiro, right?" Hideta smiled apologetically.

"Didn't I say that?" Director Nakao seemed very impatient, "We only shoot the scene where Inujiro runs with the explosives in his mouth, and the part that explodes will be shot later, and a fake dog will be used instead.

Then clip the two images together. Although the pictures and artistry of the things shot like that will definitely be reduced... In short, don't bother me again until the shooting is over. You should be ready to give Inujiro orders. "

"Okay, okay, Mr. Nakao." Shuta nodded.

He walked quickly to the field, squatted down, and reached out to pat the black wolf dog on the head.

"Inujiro, good boy. Mr. Nakao said, your part of filming is about to end. I'm sorry, I really need the money from the crew. It's really hard for you these days. When I finish filming and go home, I will give You chop raw meat and bones to eat."

The black dog, who looked quite tired at first, flicked its tail as if it had understood what its master said, and stood up from the ground again.

At this time, the stage manager of the crew came over with a bundle of props and explosives, and handed it to Xiuta.

The latter took the realistic-looking prop and handed it to the black dog's nose: "Inujiro, you will pick up this explosive bag in your mouth in a while, and then run outside with all your might."

Inujiro shrugged his nose at the pack of dynamite.

As a naturally excellent hunting dog, its sense of smell is extremely keen, several times stronger than that of ordinary dogs.

The black dog smelled a pungent smell from the tightly wrapped prop.

It was an extremely dangerous smell.

It raised its head and looked at its owner in bewilderment.

And Xiuta didn't know about such imperceptible details, but just patted Inujiro on the head habitually: "Good boy, behave well, for your raw flesh and bones! Come on!"

"All departments are ready, ready to start!"

The on-site chores began to clear the scene according to the director's intention.

Shuta stood up and walked to the back of the off-site camera.

"Three, two, one! Action!"

The slate was snapped with a "snap".

The fuse of the prop explosive was ignited and thrown in front of Inujiro.

The mighty black wolf dog is extremely humane, and usually performs very well in the theater. No matter what order the owner gives it, it will complete it cooperatively.

But this time, it hesitated.

sizzle.

The longer the lead wire is burned, the shorter it is.

Inujiro didn't hesitate for too long, he took a deep look at his host Shuta outside the arena, then shook his head and decisively picked up the explosives on the ground, and started to run quickly with all four limbs.

"Good job."

Shuta, who was watching, encouraged his own wolfhound in his heart.

According to the agreement, after this scene is completed, the work of cooperating with the crew to shoot will be over. He and Inujiro could get a handsome paycheck.

When he thought of the money, he was in a very good mood.

This money can be used to get medicine for the sick mother at home, and can also give Inujiro several meals of raw meat and bones.

Xiutai was still immersed in the beautiful fantasy and rejoiced, but then he suddenly heard a huge explosion.

boom!

Not far away, in the direction where Inujiro was running, sand and sand were flying up.

Shuta seemed to smell a strong smell of sulfur and burnt minced meat.

He looked up in disbelief.

Next to my ears, director Nakao shouted with joy: "Great! This is the picture I want!"