Tokyo Ghost Diary

The moonlight spreads silvery moonlight like water, and the silver-plated Tokyo Bay seems to grow dreamy scales among the undulations.

There were a few dim lights on in the quiet village, the sounds of frogs and cicadas alternated, and the sea breeze blew through the grass, creating green ripples.

White sneakers stepped across the grass and into the beach.

The hustle and bustle of the day seems to still linger here, and the laughing crowd seems to still be pacing here... A more salty, wet and cold sea breeze blows by, bringing with it a gust of wind and sand. The afterglow of the day dissipates, and the artificial beach is completely silent.

The old man with short gray hair was sitting on the shore fishing alone, feeling indescribably quiet and peaceful.

It wasn't until Hoshino Gen came closer that the uncle turned his head and looked at him with a smile: "Are you fishing, young man? You have all the fishing gear, two thousand an hour."

There was a strong smell that penetrated Hoshino Gen's nose, making his mind dizzy and his consciousness began to become hazy.

And just when he was about to spread out his hand to take out the Awakening Talisman, a biting coldness suddenly came from his right arm, which instantly shattered the stench that seemed to drag him into a dreamland.

After a moment of pause, Hoshino Gen chose to stand still. It wasn't until a little doubt appeared on the uncle's face that he showed a dull smile: "Bring me a pair of fishing tackle."

The confusion on the uncle's face disappeared, and he responded with a smile: "Okay!"

He stood up holding his knees and walked towards a small wooden house on the edge of the beach. He smiled and said: "Business is not very good at night. All the fishing gear is stored in the house. Come with me and I will get it for you."

Hoshino Gen didn't move, and the uncle turned around and waved with a smile: "Come on, come on, I'll get you a fishing rod."

Hoshino Gen followed.

crunch--

The wooden door of the hut was pushed open, and a strong putrid smell hit his face.

"There are a lot of fish processed here. I'm a lazy person, so I haven't cleaned them much. The smell is a bit strong, don't mind." The uncle turned around and smiled at Hoshino Gen.

Gen Hoshino saw the scene in the wooden house through the open door. There were large areas of reddish-brown dried blood on the floor and walls. There was a chair inside and an unfolded folding bed covered with white sheets. , lying on the ground was a pale and swollen body that was obviously that of a female who had drowned.

A beautiful female corpse wearing red clothes.

And if nothing else, she should have a pretty nice name, such as... Jinli Cai or something like that.

Hoshino Gen followed the uncle into the wooden house, and the wooden door was closed.

The uncle warmly greeted Hoshino Gen to sit down, as if he was entertaining a guest at home.

Hoshino Gen's eyes were dull, and he sat on the chair like a puppet.

The uncle sat beside the folding bed.

He turned his head, touched the face of the female corpse on the bed, and said with a smile: "Beautiful, the daughter-in-law I have been choosing for a long time is still the idol that you young people like! Hey, tomorrow night will be over I will marry my son at twelve o’clock.”

"..." The wooden house was filled with a fishy stench, and there were hideous blood stains on the walls and floor. But in such an extremely horrifying environment, the white-haired uncle touched the face of a corpse and followed him with a kind expression. Hoshino Gen chatted about homely matters, strangely yet inexplicably harmonious.

"My son, you don't have to worry about it." The uncle said with emotion: "A few years ago, he went fishing with me. It was summer at that time, and it was hot, so he had to take off his clothes and take a bath in the water."

"I knew he was good at swimming, so I didn't stop him. Who knew he wouldn't be able to get out of the water now? I looked at him, flopping in the water, and I was also anxious. I can't swim, so I could only Go get someone to help.”

At this point, the uncle smiled bitterly and shook his head: "In modern society, people are impetuous. I called people, and many people heard that someone fell into the water, and they all came over to watch, but no one helped me. They all just took pictures and recorded videos with their mobile phones.”

"I knelt on the ground and kowtowed to them, begging them to save my son, but hey! No one was going."

"I watched helplessly as my son became motionless in the water and sank. The police came and led the salvage team to fish for two days, but nothing was found. They also advised me to forget it. Tokyo Bay is too big. , and those that couldn’t be caught might have been washed into the Pacific Ocean.”

The uncle has a strong desire to talk. Maybe he has buried these things in his heart for too many years and he just can’t bear it anymore.

He chuckled and continued: "They can forget it, but I can't. That's my son. The water is so cold. Even in summer, I can't stay in the water all the time. I'm just sitting on the shore and waiting. Wait until...my son climbed up on his own. With his temperament, he still wants to follow me and is stubborn! If others don't save him, it doesn't matter, he will climb up on his own!"

"He crawled up to me and told me that he was hungry...can he not be hungry? He has been soaking in the water for so many days!" The uncle grinned and said, "I found him his favorite beef, but he wouldn't eat it. , I bought him a cake, but he didn’t eat it either. I asked him what he wanted to eat, and he told me that he wanted to eat people.”

"It's good to eat people...Those who watched my son fall into the water and didn't know how to help, deserve to be eaten!" The smile on the uncle's face became ferocious, but very cheerful: "Over the years, I have learned Many things tried their best to kill many people.”

"My son has grown up, and I thought, if he hadn't fallen into the water and turned into a water ghost, it would be time for him to get married and have children. If I could see that scene, I would be able to rest in peace even if I die. Yeah." The uncle smiled and shook his head: "Fortunately, someone told me that even if a person is dead, he can still marry a wife. He also said that the dead man begging for a wife is called 'ghost marriage'."

"He said that if I find someone who is compatible with my son and turns into a water ghost, I might even be able to give birth to a son and a half girls!" The smile on the uncle's face became festive, and he turned to look at the female corpse on the bed. Face: "Since then, I have been choosing someone... I'm really satisfied with Marisa-chan. She is beautiful and gentle. When she gets married, she will definitely be virtuous. The key is her His birthday is exactly the same as my son’s, so he is the perfect choice.”

At this point, he became happy as if he had thought of something interesting: "I have put in a lot of effort to make Marisa-chan transform into a ghost smoothly! I also specially brought red clothes and a tomb The comb found inside!" He looked around at the bloodstains in the wooden house as if appreciating his own work.

"While being tortured, she kept crying and begging me to let her go. It wasn't until she was dying that a little resentment appeared in her eyes. What a kind child. She didn't struggle much when she was thrown into the water, and she died quickly. What a worry-free child." He said with relief in his eyes: "Tomorrow after midnight, we will become a family, and we will definitely be happy and happy."

After saying this, he took a long breath, stood up, came to Hoshino Gen, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry to bother you for listening to me rambling so much."

"My son is probably starving now. Thank you for your hard work. I will make your death easier." He took out a fish-killing knife and stabbed Hoshino Yuan in the neck.

Then - a palm tightly grasped his wrist, preventing the fish-killing knife in his hand from entering even an inch.

At this moment, Hoshino Gen raised his face slightly. There was no sign of being trapped in an illusion on his delicate and beautiful face. There was a smile on his lips, but there was not much warmth in his strange eyes.

"It's really verbose. I thought I could hear some interesting story, but it turned out that I almost fell asleep." The boy with strange eyes looked at the uncle's disbelieving look, and held his wrist tightly and stood up. Then he said with a gentle smile: "You just said that your son likes to eat people? And now he is hungry, right?"

The uncle was still stunned as to why the man in front of him was not affected by the "ghost fragrance". That was the "magic weapon" he made with his son's hair under the guidance of that man! Ordinary people should fall into an illusion and become his puppets whenever they smell the slightest smell!

But the next moment, he was dragged out of the shock and astonishment - Hoshino Gen kicked him to the ground, stepped on his chest, and with a flash of black light in his hand, he made a stroke from bottom to top. The palm of his right hand flew up amid the surge of blood.

Amid the man's hysterical screams, Gen Hoshino caught the palm that was chopped off by him.

Hoshino Gen looked down at the man who screamed indifferently, curled his lips, and stamped on his left chest. He only heard a muffled sound, and the harsh scream stopped abruptly.

The demon sword that appeared in Hoshino Gen's hand turned into a stream of light and wrapped around his arm again. He took a fishing rod leaning against the wall of the wooden house and tied the still warm palm with a fishing line.

Carrying the fishing rod, he left the wooden house and went to the beach.

The fishing rod flicked lightly, and after a "plop" sound on the water, the palm of his hand was submerged into the water.