The Hundred Stories of Miss Ghost

"Mochizuki Nemu".

Chapter 42 Reasons You Can't Believe

Seeing the name on the nameplate, I was in a state of confusion and shock that I had never felt before.

I rubbed my eyes vigorously with one hand, and looked at the line of writing again, only to find that the line of writing remained unchanged, with the four Chinese characters "Moon Moon Ning Meng" written on it.

"Wait, wait... Wait a minute, I don't understand, what do you mean, did someone make a mistake with this sign?"

I don't know if I read it wrong, but the guarded and alienated eyes that Xiaotong looked at me actually showed such a trace of pity.

She shook her head and said, "Sister Mochizuki, if I can still call you that, there is nothing wrong with this sign. Sister Mochizuki's name has always been written this way."

"No, no, how could this be? Is the memory in your mind messed up? Don't you usually..."

I didn't finish my sentence because I realized it.

"Ning Meng" and "Mian" are pronounced the same, both are "Nemu", so they can't be heard at all in daily conversations.So, in the past period of time, has anyone let me see the Chinese characters of my name?

It seems, complete, complete, no, yes.

In other words, when they usually talk, they usually say "Ning Meng" naturally, but when they hear it in my ears, it becomes "Mian".

My head started to hurt like it was being torn apart.

A series of memories in my mind began to flash back. In this scene, I can know my mood and thoughts at each moment in these memories, and these are undoubtedly my memories.

In the flashback of my memory, I saw people calling me "Mian" one after another, but now, these voices seem to have been alienated. They are all the same tone, but they are all in my ears at the moment. Tell me about someone who looks a lot like me, but is completely different.

I... who am I?

In the past, every time I asked myself this question, there would be a voice telling me that I am Watashiwa Mochizuki Nemu, but this time, that voice did not sound, instead, I seemed to hear a voice from near A sigh from close at hand.

Then if...if I wasn't Mochizuki...if it wasn't that person called Mochizuki Ningmeng, who would I be?

I glanced at Xiaotong, whose muscles were tense all over. It seemed that if I made a little strange behavior, she would immediately run away like a frightened cat.

I feel like I'm probably smiling wryly now, and I said to Xiao Tong: "Are you looking at me like the monster in the mirror that killed me...killed Mochizuki Ningmeng?"

"It cannot be denied that there is such a possibility." Xiaotong admitted around the bend.

"But... if I said that I always thought that I was Mochizuki Ningmeng, never doubted it, and even had memories of her past, would you still think that I was the evil spirit that killed her? "

Xiaotong said in a non-fluctuating tone: "Some evil spirits, after devouring human souls, may indeed obtain some memories of this life, and what's more, some evil spirits will produce their own real It's just this person's illusion, and then he just keeps acting like this."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute." I suddenly realized something, "Since that painting was painted by Wangyue Ningmeng, and I am Wangyuemian... Oh, it's really troublesome to express this homonym. If the original Mochizuki is called Mochizuki A is alright, Mochizuki in the mirror is called Mochizuki B. That painting was painted by Mochizuki A, and the name of the painting is 'Dream and Sleep'. Doesn't that mean that Mochizuki A already knew about Mochizuki B's existence? Listen According to Sakurai, Mochizuki A was in a good mood when creating this painting, right? Doesn’t this mean that Mochizuki A and Mochizuki B have a good relationship?”

"It cannot be ruled out that Mochizuki B showed a very innocent and pure character to deceive Mochizuki A, making her think that Mochizuki B is a good friend, but Mochizuki B suddenly revealed his true colors and killed Mochizuki A."

"Oh, Hitomi, you are so annoying! Why do you always analyze on the premise that I am an evil spirit!"

"It's a necessary caution."

"If you were really cautious, you wouldn't say things that doubted me, Xiaotong, don't you understand, if I'm really an evil spirit, won't you say such things will anger me and make me attack you?!"

"..." Xiaotong lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "It seems to be true, so should I slip away now?"

"Come back! Believe me! I'm innocent!" I wailed.

Xiaotong didn't leave, but she stood there with a troubled expression, paused for a long time, and suddenly said without thinking: "Sister, do you... want to get my body?" ?”

I almost spit out my saliva, "What strange question are you asking!"

Xiaotong frowned, and then said: "Strange? Why is it so strange? Then let me put it another way, senior sister, do you want to possess my body?"

"...I don't know if what you mean is what I think?"

"If I want to make it clearer, senior sister, do you want to enter my body, devour my soul, occupy my identity, and finally, become me?"

Xiaotong's speech became more and more strange the further he listened to it, it even made people feel a little scared, I quickly denied: "No, no, of course not, why do you have such terrible thoughts!"

"Because I heard that most of the undead are eager to have a fresh body and come back to life again. However, most of the wandering spirits are very weak. In fact, they are not as strong as the souls of living people. If they really want them to directly occupy the souls of living people The body, maybe they can't compete with the soul of a living person with strong vitality. That's why the evil spirits use supernatural phenomena to make the living person fall into fear, weaken the soul of the living person, and then slowly occupy it. However, it seems that There is another quicker way, that is to let the living person completely trust the spirit, let go of the defenses in the heart against the spirit, and after obtaining the permission of the person, the spirit body can possess the person without resistance, and then occupy the body. The body, but the latter method can only be used on people who can see the spirit, so the scope of application is very narrow."

"...Hey, why are you telling me this? Do you think I'm trying to gain your trust?"

"I don't know." Xiao Tong shook his head and said, "It feels like you are harmless, senior sister, but this feeling may also be the illusion you deliberately gave me. From a rational point of view, I should leave now, senior sister The farther you go, the better."

"I always feel that Xiaotong, you always have an inexplicable defensiveness towards me, and you always think of me, a positive and positive spirit, in the most evil place. This is not good!"

Xiaotong sighed, ignored my speech, but said to himself: "Senior sister, shall I tell you a story? You should have heard something about me, but you know why I don't What kind of psychic girl, and transferred here from the original school?"

"This... I haven't heard of it."

"I had a friend in the past school, a living friend, let's call her Miao. Miao liked some supernatural stories I shared with her. Then because of a psychic incident, I met another friend, My friend who has died, let’s call her son N. It was the first time I saw a sane, seemingly harmless spirit who could communicate with each other, so I was very curious about her, and she was also interested in being able to see Her me is very interested, no, she is very curious about everything, so I let her follow me, so that she can see more things she said she hadn't seen. I mentioned N to my mother-in-law My son, so my wife said that I want to see my son. But my wife has no inspiration, she can’t see my son, so my son suggested, Hitomi-chan, aren’t you a psychic physique? Then let me possess you, As long as you agree, I can use your body to say hello to the mule. Then, I agreed.

"I can still remember the icy cold feeling of injecting ice water into your bloodstream, something seeping through your nose and mouth, into your brain through every blood vessel and nerve. Your hands and feet seem to be filled with lead and sealed in cement, and you can no longer stop calling, your consciousness has fallen into a black hole, everything in your body is no longer under your control, you can only see it in another will act under control.

"As a result, the mule immediately found out that something was wrong with me. She shook me hard, and finally slapped me to wake me up, but she also successfully interrupted the process of the naughty engulfing me. I regained the initiative, and then Kicked out the N. The result was that the N was furious. Maybe it was my appearance at that time that scared the M. I let the N find an opportunity to take advantage of it. After being kicked out by me, it broke into the M. In the body..."

Xiaotong sighed faintly, did not finish the story, just looked up at me and said: "The next thing is, the mistress committed suicide by jumping off the building bizarrely, many people said that I cursed her... It is true that I said so." That's right, I brought that thing to her. So... Mochizuki-senpai, do you think I can trust you?"

Chapter 43 Past Records

The story Xiaotong told me at this moment left me with no way to refute it, or even say any words of comfort.

Although I have thought about what must have happened to Xiaotong in the past, she suddenly said on her social account that she has no spiritual power at all, and suddenly transferred to our school, but I never expected it Such a sad thing.

I was quietly suspended in the air, looking at Xiao Tong who was also looking at me. She seemed to be still trying to maintain the same paralyzed expression as usual, but the corners of her mouth were slightly pursed and the corners of her eyes slightly glistening. It was betraying her emotions at the moment.

"If something like this happens, it's really hard to tell you, Xiao Tong, to believe me again." I smiled a little bit bitterly, "To be honest, if you let yourself tell me what's going on, I can't tell you what's going on. I understand. I always remember that I am the dead Mochizuki Nemu, and I also always remember that my name is written as sleep (nemuri) 'Mian', as for why there is a deviation...I want to figure it out myself. But one thing I can assure you is that I never had the idea of ​​occupying Xiaotong... or any other living person's body. Xiaotong, you should be able to feel it, right? I am a person who goes with the situation, although I turned into a ghost, but apart from the small flaws that I can’t touch the real thing, I think it’s surprisingly good. The boat is naturally straight when it reaches the bridge, and I think that small flaw can always be solved in the future. It’s hard to get rid of the flesh. Shackles, now is the time to make your debut in the supernatural world, why do I still want to grab a body and bring it back to find trouble? Xiaotong, don't worry, I will never say anything to make you let go of your guard and let me possess you like this if."

Xiaotong stared at my face seriously for a while, probably trying to tell if I was lying or not?So I gave her a smile that I thought was sincere and bright.

Xiaotong bit the corner of her mouth, and finally turned her face away and said: "Forget it, let's believe that you are harmless for the time being, if you deceive me..."

I blinked my eyes, "Then you will send me to become a Buddha with your own hands?"

Xiaotong gave me a look back, "Yes, you said it yourself."

We left from the door of my old dormitory room, but at this time, there was still a long afternoon in the early summer, so I suggested, go for a walk wherever you want.

Xiaotong didn't agree or refuse, but just walked out of the girls' dormitory wordlessly, and I quickly floated up to follow.

It is now the beginning of June, the beginning of summer, and the afternoon sun is beginning to show its power, but I don't know when, the sound of cicadas around me has been one after another, continuously.

There were hardly many people to be seen on the campus, Xiaotong walked in front silently, and I slowly followed.We said we were just going for a walk to pass the time, but before we knew it, we were standing in front of the activity room of the Folk Culture Research Society where we go almost every afternoon.

I saw that Xiaotong was standing in front of the door and did not enter, so I asked, "What's the matter, Xiaotong, what is the matter with you in the activity room?"

Xiaotong was obviously stunned for a moment, and then replied after realizing: "Oh... I'm just used to coming here every afternoon..."

After she finished speaking, she was silent again, and after a long while, she smiled bitterly and said, "When I first transferred to this school, Youxiang insisted on letting me join this club. After I knew the real activities of this club, I originally wanted to quit. , because I don’t want to deal with any supernatural, non-human things anymore, and I don’t want to see other people touch those things rashly. As a result... this place has become the most comfortable place for me now.”

She turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.

The moment I opened the door, I saw a person sitting in front of the small conference table in the middle of the activity room. With her back to the window behind her, she was flipping through many bound books that were messily spread out on the table.The sycamore tree behind her is stretching its branches and leaves vigorously, the sunlight shines into the room through the gaps of the branches and leaves, countless fine dust flutters in these reflected light paths, like tumbling golden sand.

This scene seems familiar.

Twilight came into the room through the gaps in the luxuriant branches and leaves of the sycamore tree. A girl was sitting high on the table with her back to the window. Her face was in the shadow due to the backlight, making her appearance hard to see.

"Huh?" Ono Kyoka, who was looking at the bound books, raised her head from the books and said in surprise, "Sister Hitomi? Why are you here?"

"I'm free to come and have a look... It's Jinghua you, don't you go home on weekends?"

Jinghua shook her head, "Meiji hasn't regained consciousness in the hospital yet, isn't it a waste of time to investigate the incident and find a solution when going home at this time!"

"Well, that's right." Xiaotong echoed awkwardly, wondering if she felt a little guilty about her original plan to fish.

The air was stagnant for a while. Xiaotong and Xiaoye Jinghua didn't have much contact with each other. During club activities, the atmosphere was almost entirely driven by Hanashanyuan Youxiang. Everyone has a feeling of not knowing what to say.

So, Xiaotong tried hard to open the topic, and said, "Jinghua-san and Oshima-san have a really good relationship, have you visited her in the hospital?"

Jinghua shook her head again, "The news from the hospital is that Meiji's physical condition is normal, but she seems to have fallen into a deep sleep, and she can't wake up no matter what. I... feel a little uncomfortable. Dare to meet her, after all, I caused her to be like that..."

At this time, Xiaotong suddenly asked with some doubts: "However, it's also a little strange, why did Sakurai-senpai wake up so early, but Oshima-san hasn't woken up yet?"

"This... I actually asked Sakurai-senpai in private, asking her if she felt anything when she was in a coma, and how she woke up. And Sakurai-senpai said that she had a dream, and in the dream she heard When I heard the voice of Mochizuki-senpai, the voice said that she was killed. She wanted to find the person or thing that killed her, and asked Sakurai-senpai if she could help her. Sakurai-senpai did not hesitate I agreed. Meiji is a person who is super afraid of trouble, do you think she told Mochizuki-senpai in her dream that she didn't want to help her, and that's why she has been pestered and unable to wake up?"

"This...maybe it's possible..."

"Then if...in order to wake up Meiji, would it be useful to whisper 'Yes' to her?" Jinghua suddenly looked at Xiaotong full of hope and said.

"Don't!" Xiaotong blurted out almost reflexively, she glanced at me carefully, and then persuaded Jinghua earnestly, "Jinghua, listen to me, for any spirit, ghost, strange talk, etc. Don't agree to any of their requests! Although she said she wanted to find out who hurt her, she didn't make it clear what kind of 'help' she wanted, and if the help she wanted you to give her was to let Why don't you give her your body so that she can find that person by herself?"

Jinghua turned pale with fright, desperately shook her little head like a rattle, and said hastily: "Then it's better not to promise!"

"Okay, don't think about it. In fact, it might not be the case at all. Maybe Miki-san dreamed about a lot of delicious food, and she couldn't wake up after eating all the time. ?”

"Haha, that's quite Miki's style."

"By the way, Jinghua, what are these... what are you looking at now?" Xiao Tong casually picked up a bound book on the table and asked.

"Ah, these, didn't I say that I wanted to investigate the activity room of the Folklore Research Institute? Because it has a history of many years. I found these at the bottom of a file cabinet! It seems to be several generations ago What about the activity records of the Folk Culture Research Society! So I wanted to find out if there is anything useful in it.”

"So... did you find anything?"

"Of course!" Jing Hua said with piercing eyes.

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PS: After thinking about the timeline carefully, I feel that there are some bugs. Please allow me to correct the previous article. I changed all the strange talk about the mirror in the dance classroom that happened "five years ago" to "three years ago", and the rest remained unchanged. .

Chapter 44

"Of course!" Jing Hua said with piercing eyes.

Jinghua casually picked up a bound book and opened it, saying: "I don't know if it's the previous generation, the previous generation or the previous generation who left these records... I don't know how many generations of seniors, but the records they left It’s super awesome!! Sister Tong, look at this, "Research on Local Monster Legends", the seniors really went to collect and investigate the nearby monster legends and compiled them into a book!"

Jinghua turned to show Xiaotong more brochures, such as "Summary of Local Hidden Events and Legends", "Folklore Investigation of Local Water Burial Customs in Asakawa", "Discussion on the Causes of "Soul Spirit Phenomenon", "Ghost Talk" "Origin" and so on......

"Oh...stop...stop..." Xiaotong had to make a "stop" gesture first, so that Jinghua, who was gradually excited and began to talk about the contents of these records, stopped first before she had a chance to ask questions , "Well, these things sound interesting, but... Jinghuajiang, what I want to ask is whether there is any content related to the dance classroom or the mirror, or the matter of Mochizuki-senpai? "

"Ah..." Jinghua froze for a moment, then scratched her head, and said, "Sorry... I was so fascinated by these things that I forgot my original purpose, the content related to those things... that ……Maybe not…………"

Although Xiaotong was slightly disappointed, she sat down and began to roughly look at these things on the table.

Some of these things on the table are investigations of local customs, monsters, or weird events. Most of the contents are interview records beginning with "I heard", "I have a friend told me", although the content seems to be somewhat different. It is reliable, but it really looks like someone has seriously found someone to make the records left by the interview; the other ones are actually some papers, such as the list of famous "soul spirit phenomena" at home and abroad since modern times (also It is called the poltergeist phenomenon, that is, a special phenomenon in which noises appear out of thin air and objects move inexplicably) cases, and then analyze the causes of the phenomenon, and discuss how ghost stories were born, etc.This is the first time Xiaotong has seen a paper on supernatural phenomena, and she always feels that it is strange to link supernatural phenomena with scientific papers.

After flipping through it casually, but really couldn't find anything related to the mirror in the dance classroom, Xiaotong sighed and put the booklet in his hand back on the table.

Well, something is wrong.

I always feel that... from the very beginning, this place has been too quiet.

By the way, there is a person... no, there is a spirit who seems to have not spoken for a long, long time.

Xiaotong suddenly turned her head to look at Wang Yuemian, and saw her standing quietly at the door of the activity room, staring in the direction of the window in a daze.

No, she doesn't seem to be looking at the scenery outside the window. There is actually a long and narrow window table in front of the window. It was probably used for the convenience of reading by the window, but now the ghost's gaze stays for a long time. On that slender wooden table, it's like... there's something there.

Xiao Tong suddenly felt in a trance, as if everything around her was moving away from her, the cicadas chirping outside the window became louder and louder, and her vision was gradually shrouded in twilight.

Xiaotong opened his eyes.

The caramel-colored dusk slanted into the room through the gaps in the leaves. A girl with long hair was sitting on the table by the window with her back to the window. It was uploaded that the canopy, which was so luxuriant that it almost obscured the entire field of vision, was stretching its body desperately, and the countless palm-shaped leaves seemed to be waving to her gently, and the scorching heat was blowing towards her face.

This is still the activity room of the Folk Culture Research Department, but it is somewhat different from the one Xiaotong knows.

There are not so many strange decorations on the walls of the room here, and there are not so many strange collections.

However, the old wooden table in the middle of the room, the bookshelf against the wall, and the thick sycamore tree outside the window seem to have remained unchanged for many years.

The long-haired girl sitting on the table had her back to the window, and the twilight behind her made her face dim, making it hard to see the details.She was holding the front of the skirt with her hands to fan her thighs, and there seemed to be a black triangle looming under the skirt.

But Xiaotong heard a cold and immature voice coming from her mouth:

"Underwear, it's showing."

The long-haired girl sitting on the table didn't care much, she even grabbed the hem of the skirt and lifted it up a little bit, then smiled and said, "How is it, does it look good?"

Xiao Tong realized that she was silent, and finally opened her mouth after a long time: "As far as I know, according to the school's school rules, the length of this skirt is absolutely against the rules, and the school's student rules also include respect for manners... "

"Stop! Stop!" The long-haired girl made a stop gesture, and then said dissatisfiedly, "Such a cute girl, why does she speak like the old maid of the Central Plains nun, opening her mouth and keeping her mouth shut? Besides, here is another There are no outsiders, so what’s the point of showing the cute little sister Pangji! Isn’t Pangji such a thing that exists for people to see?!”

"I think there is a big problem with your understanding of underwear, please solemnly apologize to Fatci."

"Oh, little sister, are you shy? Why don't you show me your fat times too~ You know, confirming the color of your fat times is the first step in interpersonal communication in a girls' school?"

"Schools that really have this kind of interpersonal communication rules will definitely be sued by the PTA on the first day."

"Tsk, don't deny it immediately if you haven't seen it, imagination, you have to have imagination, you know, this world has rich possibilities..."