I loaded the ghost talk game

It turned out that Jieyou left Guangzhao's house that night without knowing that both of his friends were asleep.

He even went back to the place where his motorcycle stalled and got back on his motorcycle.

That car somehow, the fault seems to be cleared up again.

Jieyou's mother saw her son's car parked in the yard this morning, and thought that her son had gone home, so she went to her room to see him.

But as soon as he entered the room, what he saw was his son's body.

Jieyou died on the bed of his own house. He was lying there with his eyes wide open and his mouth open, his cheeks were stained with tears, and the corners of his mouth were saliva mixed with blood. Before he died, he seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying. He was overly frightened, his expression was distorted, and his lips were white.

His hands are extended and straight, pointing to the ceiling.

That unnatural posture didn't look like he was stretching out his hand, but it was like someone was pulling his arm hard.

That look was exactly the same as when Qianzhang and the others found Jieyou in the field last night.

Qianzhang and Guangzhao rushed to Jieyou's house.

They didn't see their friend's body directly, and some of the later things were just heard.

It is said that when Jieyou died, both of his arms had been dislocated and deformed, but they still maintained the straight forward posture, and there was no way to press his arms down no matter what.

In addition, Japanese funerals are generally hosted in temples or by monks.

Although cremation has become popular now, according to the funeral process and the customs of the Akita countryside, the remains of the deceased are generally placed in the coffin for three to four days.

Ke Jieyou's death posture was too weird, because he couldn't put his hands down no matter what.

As if to say that no normal coffin could contain it without sawing off the stiff and dislocated arms.

Therefore, a special coffin must be specially made.

On the second day after Jieyou's death, a coffin appeared in his home.

That thing was not ordered by any of Jieyou's family members, and their custom-made coffin hadn't been finished yet.

It seemed to appear out of thin air, no one knew where it came from, anyway, it was already placed in a prominent position in the hall when they noticed it.

It was not a normal coffin. Although the length was no different from ordinary coffins, the height and width were close to two meters, and there was no decoration on the outside.

And that weird and special coffin fit perfectly with Jieyou who died in a strange way.

It was as if someone had predicted his death in advance and tailored it for him.

Of course, Jieyou's family did not dare to keep the coffin that appeared out of thin air, and finally sent it to the temple and burned it.

The next thing is to hear some things mentioned by the old people near Guangzhao's house.

It is said that it is a story handed down by the parents or grandparents of those elderly people, but it is impossible to verify whether it is true or false.

It was only because of Jieyou's bizarre death that people recalled it——

According to legend, the location where the Jieyou locomotive broke down that night was called the coffin slope before the Meiji era, or earlier.

Artisans who make coffins live in the area around Mt. Iwaki.

At that time, the social status of these coffin craftsmen was relatively low, so the coffins they made and sold were very cheap.

Because of their low social status, the life of these craftsmen is not much better, and it is common for them to be bullied.

And with such a difficult job, the only way to really make a lot of money is to make special custom coffins.

Because of the short stature of the Japanese in the old days, the local coffins are generally of a specific size, and the coffins are generally not too large.

If a taller person, such as a person with a height of more than 1.7 meters, dies, the coffin made with a fixed size cannot hold the body of the deceased, so it needs to be customized.

However, at that time, "tall and strong men" over 1.7 meters belonged to a rare and special group of people.

So orders for custom coffins themselves are rare.

According to legend, there used to be a female craftsman on Coffin Slope, and she was very good at making coffins. During the period when she was active, orders for customized coffins in Yanmu Mountain and even the surrounding areas were accepted by her family.

Thus, she is the best-lived of all coffiners.

But this woman is somewhat weird.

Because making a custom coffin, the body of the deceased must be known only after the deceased's family members come to entrust them. Moreover, a special coffin had to be made before the corpse rotted.

Due to the background of manual work at that time, the difficulty of this work is actually quite large.

But that female craftsman can always quickly deliver the finished products required by customers. It was because of this that she was able to take almost all special coffin orders.

But over time, the fellow craftsmen of Coffin Slope inevitably became suspicious of women.

The speed at which she made the coffin was really too fast, so fast that it was a little abnormal.

The positive rate is 100%, and there is no delivery after the dead have rotted, even in the hot summer.

Moreover, the coffin made is very sophisticated, and it is definitely not like it can be made in a short period of time.

Once doubt arises, in that era, what happened next is obvious.

It doesn't matter if it's jealousy or jealousy.

Whatever the psychology, in short, the woman was killed by her colleagues.

Around the time of a certain Kanto Festival, the woman was beaten into a shapeless shape by other craftsmen with coffin-making tools, and was finally thrown into the field for a hasty burial.

The woman who was a coffin maker made countless excellent coffins for others during her lifetime, but after she died, no one buried her so casually because no one made a coffin for her.

And after the craftsmen killed the woman, they broke into the house, trying to find out why she could make a custom coffin quickly and easily.

Is there any special method or special tool?

In the woman's home, they found some fixed-size coffins, as well as several special custom-made coffins that had been made in advance.

In addition, a weird altar that no one had ever seen was found.

And not long after the woman died, some unknown people came to Coffin Slope to ask her to order a coffin.

The local craftsman compared the body data of the deceased in the new order with the custom-made coffins in the woman's house that had no owners, and found a coffin that matched perfectly.

As a result, the local craftsmen connected the strange altar found in the woman's house with all kinds of strange things.

It is believed that the woman used a certain method to select specific objects in the surrounding area, kill people with curses and the like, and make coffins in advance to obtain high-value orders.

In the end, the woman's home was burned down by the craftsmen.

This is the end of the story.

...

Miyake Chiaki roughly talked about what he had experienced before.

Of course, I didn't go into so much detail, I just briefly told about Jieyou's bizarre death process, the strange death condition, and the rumor about the female coffin craftsman.

In order to gain the trust of his brother.

Kota Miyake was silent for a long time before finally speaking: "So, what you mean is that Jieyou's locomotive stalled that night and his mysterious death later was due to encountering the evil spirit of that female craftsman?"

"Yes, yes, big brother... And, that thing is not only in Akita." Qian Zhang's voice trembled, "After returning to Tokyo, I felt that it was following me, it was by my side, and even followed me to my home .So I dare not go home, so I can only..."

"That's it..."

Mrs. Kang didn't know what to say.

So, is this why the younger brother is behaving strangely these days?

I always feel that something is a little strange, but I can't say it.

But looking at his younger brother's appearance, it seems that he is not lying, and he is not a person who likes to make such bad jokes.

He looked genuinely terrified.

"Then, you said that because I've been to your house, the craftsman's evil spirit probably haunted me?"

"Yes, brother, I'm not sure, but it's really possible."

"Ah...tsk." Miyake Kota sighed, and then stood up from the tatami, "I don't know if what you said is true, but if you feel that going to the shrine will make you feel at ease, then let's go together tonight .”

"That's great, that's great, big brother, then let's..." Qianzhang became a little bit happy because he talked about his brother, but the expression of joy soon froze on his face, becoming extremely weird stand up.

"What's wrong with you?"

Kota Miyake, who was getting dressed and holding the car keys, looked at his younger brother.

"Maybe, maybe... sorry, brother."

"what are you talking about?"

At this moment--

bang bang bang!

There was a knock on the door outside the entrance.

The voice was mixed with the howling wind and rain outside, but it was extraordinarily clear.

"who?"

Miyake Kota was puzzled, who came to the door again?

"Don't go, brother!" Qianzhang hurriedly got up and called his brother, his expression became gloomy, his pale thin lips trembled uncontrollably, but then he forced a very strange smile, "Brother, you do you know?"

"what do you know?"

Chiaki Miyake: "It's the first light novel I wrote, the stick hero who made me famous. Ha, do you know why I wrote it?"

Mrs. Kang stared at her younger brother with great doubts.

He didn't understand why his brother suddenly wanted to talk about this.

Moreover, Mrs. Kang has been very reluctant to bring up that "Roll of the Brave of the Stick".

Because this is the beginning of the dazzling and ordinary transformation between him and his younger brother, and the beginning of their brotherly relationship slowly becoming estranged.

Kang Tai knows that he is a very despicable elder brother. He has no way to accept the great success of his original incompetent brother. Compared with this, he has no way to accept his own ordinaryness.

He is jealous of his younger brother.

Therefore, he has been very reluctant to talk about this.

Why mention it?

Still at this time?

Then he heard his brother next to him speak again, and in a trembling tone, he said something unexpected: "I wrote that novel because of my elder brother."

"I?"

"Yeah, because my brother is really super handsome when he swings a baseball bat on the field. I always thought that my brother was a hero when I was a child, and it's the same now."

"What are you talking about all of a sudden?"

Strange things happened one after another.

The knocking on the door still didn't stop.

bang bang bang!

Immediately afterwards, a voice came from outside: "Brother Kang, are you at home?"

The voice sounded familiar.

And when Mrs. Kang thought of the owner of the voice, she couldn't help feeling a chill down her back and her hairs standing on end.

This is Jieyou's voice.

Jieyou is a friend of his younger brother, and Mrs. Kang has met him several times, so she barely remembers his voice.

But isn't he dead?

bang bang bang!

"Brother Kang, I'm Jieyou. Listen to me, I saw, I saw Qianzhang walk into your house. Are you still there? I don't know what he told you, but don't believe him, run away, Chiaki died in Akita!"

"What's the meaning?"

Kota Miyake was very surprised.

What happened tonight was completely beyond his cognition.

And at this moment, with a beep, the lights in the house flickered suddenly, the light was erratic, as if it would disappear into the darkness at any moment.

Kota Miyake turned his head and looked at his younger brother beside him.

Under the glare and darkness overlapping environment, he saw the appearance of his younger brother.

Qian Zhang stood there, standing under the bright and dark light tube, his eyes were wide open, the white part of the eye holes was completely occupied by blood.

His mouth was open, his cheeks were stained with tears, and the corners of his pale mouth remained saliva mixed with blood.

The arms twisted and stretched forward in a strange and incomparable posture, as if they were about to break away from the shoulder joints, making a cracking bone sound.

Standing upright in such an extremely weird posture, the mouth that almost fell off the jaw muttered vaguely:

"Brother, I wrote a novel for you..."

...

It's a little earlier.

Apartment building in the Minato area.

Kamiyagawa held the handle of Ichimonji and walked up the stairs to the fourth floor.

It was still raining heavily outside, but the voice-activated lights in the corridor were stable.

Walking to the door of Chiaki Miyake's house on the fourth floor, he stared at it with fixed eyes.

That's right, the remnant breath of the strange talk came from here.

"Ah-huh-"

Adjusting his body with Ah Hum's breath, Shengu raised his foot and kicked towards the handle of the anti-theft door.

There was a loud bang.

The slightly deformed iron door was slammed open.

Such a loud noise alarmed the neighbors on the side, and someone from the apartment next to him came out.

Kamiya just waved the countermeasure room certificate in his hand indifferently: "The Metropolitan Police Department handles the case."

Afterwards, he walked into the open apartment grandly.

Chiaki Miyake's apartment was dark and cold.

Holding the knife and looking around for a while, Kamiya walked towards the master bedroom.

Here he saw a strange big box.

It looks like a coffin, the length is the same as a normal coffin, but the width and height are close to two meters.

Kamiyagawa had no taboos, bowed slightly, and stepped forward to push open the coffin lid.

In this strange coffin lay a person, lying in an extremely strange posture with deformed hands rising straight up.

Chiaki Miyake.

When he came over, Kamiya saw a group photo of their studio with Mr. Tsukada, so he recognized the face in the coffin.

Kamiya didn't know how long Miyake had been dead, he was not a professional in this area after all.

It is estimated that it has been more than three days, and corpse spots have appeared on the surface of the corpse.

Perhaps because of the extremely low temperature here, there is no obvious odor for the time being.

But I still remember that Mr. Tsukada said that the day before yesterday, Chiaki Miyake called and declined the invitation to join the reorganization of Tokuma Studio.

Was he still alive at that time?