[Psychic Detective Yakumo] One hundred ways to tease cats

parked on the side of the road.

At the entrance of the tunnel there was a vase with chrysanthemums in them. They should have been bright white chrysanthemums, but now they were all withered and brown.

There are so few people and cars here that it even makes people doubt whether this tunnel is used by anyone.I was supposed to be one because it was night when I came before, but that doesn't seem to be the case.

"It's right here."

I silently nodded to Yakumo.The dizziness at that time became stronger little by little.Yakumo leaned on the driver's seat, staring intently at the depths of the tunnel with serious eyes.

The tunnel itself is not very long, but because of the curved interior, there are ramps and ups and downs, so that people can't see the exit, only the darkness that can't be seen stretches infinitely.

That is the entrance to another world.

The wind passing through the tunnel roared like a wild beast, and at the same time rolled up the fallen leaves all over the ground and flew all over the sky.

"Did you see anything?"

"There is indeed something there, but it's not clear from here."

"That is to say, do you want to go in and find out?"

"Yes."

Yakumo put down the handbrake, and the car started as if being sucked into a tunnel.

After the car entered the tunnel, the line of sight suddenly turned into darkness, and the air was so heavy that it made people's ears ring, exactly the same as the scene at that time.

Oh--

For a moment, the roar of the wind seemed to grow louder again.

When the car was halfway through the tunnel, the sound of the engine changed obviously. It was the sad sound of the engine when it encountered a steep slope and the horsepower was insufficient.

"Oops..." Yakumo muttered, biting his lower lip.

The bleary-eyed expression had disappeared from his face, replaced by the gaze of a wolf on its prey.A little sweat broke out on his forehead.

"I was too careless."

"what?"

"Listen, don't look up and definitely don't look out the window until I say it's okay."

"Ah."

I'm afraid Yakumo saw something, and it was something very shocking.Following Yakumo's order, I put my head in my hands and bent forward.

At the same time, Yakumo slammed on the accelerator, and the engine made a loud noise, but the speed of the car didn't seem to increase at all.

Although I lay down on my stomach and closed my eyes, I could still feel the breath of something outside the window.

Oh--

I heard a roar that was obviously different from the sound of the engine, and mixed with it, "slap, snap", the sound of something clung to the car window.

The familiar feeling of dizziness constantly tormented my nerves, and suddenly, something grazed my neck.What the hell is that?I have no idea.

Slap!Something strokes my cheek.So cold, so cold.Oh - I can still hear that roar.I don't know exactly what happened.Headache.Headache.Headache.Headache.disgust.disgust.disgust.I hate it.

There is a voice echoing somewhere in the bottom of my heart, longing to wake up, what it is, I don't know.

"You can hold your head up now."

Yakumo's voice brought me back to my senses, and the weak car just now accelerated suddenly.I raised my head, and the exit was right in front of me. There was a sharp turn waiting for us not far ahead, but the car was heading towards the exit at a fast speed. At this speed, we would be unable to turn in time and crash into it.

"Hurry up!"

Yakumo roared and stepped on the emergency brake. After the tires stopped running, a puff of white smoke came out, and the car body began to spin.As a result, I still couldn't find a place to grab it, so I had to repeat the same trick. I was thrown out again due to centrifugal force, and my head slammed into my hand. This was the second time.

The smell of burning tires woke me up. Yakumo leaned back on the driver's seat, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

After turning around and a half, the car stopped facing the tunnel, only a few centimeters away from the guardrail.In front of the guardrail is a cliff, about ten meters high.We saved a life in the nick of time.

"Did you have anything just now?"

"Well, yes."

Yakumo turned the car 180 degrees, drove to the sidewalk and got out, I followed closely behind him.

Yakumo walked to the front of the car and pointed to the windshield.

"!"

I was dumbfounded, and a shudder rushed from my fingertips to my forehead.

Someone's handprints remained on the windshield, not just one or two, and nowhere on the glass was spared. Although I felt something, I didn't expect such an astonishing number...

"It started with a man in his mid-30s climbing onto the hood and then out of nowhere swarms of spirits clinging to the car and trying to pull us back into the tunnel."

"This handprint is..."

I fell limply to the ground.I was reminded of the zombies surrounding the cars the protagonists were riding in late night movies I'd seen before.

"A lot of people died in this tunnel."

"Why is this..."

"It may have been a simple traffic accident at the beginning, and the soul that could not survive over there induced a second accident. In this way, another soul that could not survive was added, and death caused another death, and so on endlessly The cycle repeats.

"Then what should I do next?"

Yakumo strolled to the tunnel entrance.

"There's nothing I can do about it."

I got up and ran after him.

"I don't agree with incantations or exorcisms that remove spirits. Those are crooked ways. Chanting incantations to defeat spirits, or exorcising spirits to drive them away are facts that I can't believe."

"What do you think the soul is?" I asked

"Living."

"Exactly. We didn't hatch from other eggs, nor did we come from the universe. We were originally sentient beings! So, what do you think the soul is?"

Well this...

"Supermatter," I said. "What do you think?"

"This is just my personal point of view. I think the soul should be the consciousness and thoughts of the dead. Human memory and emotion are just electronic signals in the final analysis; some people say that the structure of the human mind is exactly like the communication network. Information vortex. If this kind of thinking is true, at the moment of losing the container, human emotions will not return to nothing. Electricity will continue to flow even if the container is lost, and network information will be transferred even if the original container is lost. On other containers, it is not impossible for the thoughts and emotions of the deceased to linger again. This is a concept I formed based on self-restraint, and I cannot use science to explain it.”

"That is to say, there is no body, only the existence of emotions?"

"You can put it this way..."

"If this is the case, asking those so-called powerful psychics to eliminate their souls and send them to the world of the underworld is just ignoring human feelings, a compulsory method, this behavior is similar to beating people who don't listen to their own words People are no different, to put it bluntly, they are barbaric."

Although I think his thoughts are a bit paranoid, but I can generally understand what Yakumo said.

The words of Yakumo's uncle came to my mind: "His emotional expression is a bit twisted." I suddenly found it very funny and chuckled.

"what's so funny?"

Yakumo frowned as if incomprehensible.I quickly stopped smiling and changed the subject.

"Then, Miki was..."

"I just study the reason why the soul itself suffers, and then explain everything to the soul of the deceased. Simply put, it's just persuasion."

That’s how it is, I understand it inexplicably, and it’s true in retrospect. Yakumo didn’t do anything to Miki directly. He just investigated the cause of death of the soul attached to Miki, and removed her fear, and Miki was rescued. .

"You said you saw a woman in front of the tunnel, right?" Yakumo asked suddenly.

"Ah."

"The woman has long hair, is wearing a gray suit, is about 25 years old?"

"Well, can you see her?"

Images of that night came to life in my mind.

There was blood gurgling on her forehead, and she stood expressionlessly.

"She's standing in front of us right now."

At that time, I had no way of knowing what the woman might have wanted to tell me, but Yakumo could.

Yakumo leaned forward suddenly and stared under the guardrail.What the hell is there?I also learned from him to look under the guardrail.

The steep slope is overgrown with weeds. If you look carefully, you will find that refrigerators, TVs, bicycles and other large garbage have been piled up in the depths of the woods. It is probably not easy to find from the road, so this place has become a garbage disposal site.

"What's down here..."

While talking, Yakumo jumped over the guardrail, carefully grasped the branches, and slid down the slope.

The surroundings began to darken, and the tunnel opened its mouth wide, exuding an unusual sense of existence, which gave me the illusion that I would be swallowed by the tunnel.

Yakumo's figure gradually disappeared from my eyes, and I am grateful for my inability to leave me alone in this place.I also jumped over the guardrail and followed closely behind Yakumo.

I was so naive, the slope was steeper than I thought.I lost my balance within a few steps, and then rolled down the slope. The branches kept bouncing on my hands and feet. Although it hurt, I couldn't stop.I knew that I should have waited obediently alone, but now I regret it too much.

When I rolled down the slope and fell to the ground, I fell forward due to the force, and my knee was hit so hard that my foot was numb with pain.I recall falling like that when I was playing hide and seek in elementary school, and I felt so miserable that I almost shed tears.I held back my tears and raised my head, only to find Yakumo standing in front of me and holding out his hand to me.

"Didn't I tell you to wait for me?"

"I was a little curious, so I came down."

I sat down on a nearby rock and checked myself for bruises