The Hundred Stories of Miss Ghost

"The rich possibilities may also include that I call 110 now to report that there is a pervert here. I'm here to ask questions, not to talk about Mancai with my partner."

"Is that so? I still think your complaints are quite sharp. If it is paired with my jokes, our team may really be popular when we talk about mancai. It's a pity. Okay, so what do you want to consult?"

"They all said that if you want to know and inquire about things related to ghosts and ghost stories, you should come here to find a person named Xiyan. Are you Xiyan?"

"I am, what is your name, little sister?"

"My name is Mochizuki Ningmeng." Xiaotong heard herself say so.

Chapter 45 Three elements of strange talk

"Mochizuki...Reimu? [Mochizuki...Remu?]"

"No, it's not Remu, it's Nemu."

"Eh? Is it like this? Don't you think Reimu sounds better? From the way the name is written, it seems to have something to do with weirdness, or why not just change the name to Reimu?"

"Sorry, there is no plan to change the name yet, please answer my question first?"

"Okay, Cannian...then what question do you want to ask?"

"My first question is, what are ghost stories?"

"Strange talk." The long-haired girl raised her head and touched her chin, and said a seemingly unrelated topic, "Ning Mengjiang, do you know what is the most powerful emotion in human beings?"

"The most powerful emotion... Anger?"

"Haha, it sounds reasonable. Emotions are the most beneficial physical reactions evolved by humans or animals to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages in evolution. When humans were still in the wild stage and depended on hunting large animals for a living, companions The anger brought about by injury or even death may inspire a person's courage and make him fight more bravely. However, anger is often relatively short-lived, and it is often only directed at those objects that humans still have the ability to deal with, and if the level of If the gap is too large, or the other party is simply unable to describe and understand, then another emotion that is more lasting and far-reaching will take over."

"You mean... fear?"

"That's right." The long-haired girl's voice suddenly sank, and her whole face seemed to be covered in shadows, "It's fear. The oldest and strongest emotion in human beings is fear; and the oldest and strongest fear, It's the fear of the unknown."

"Fear of the unknown?"

"Yeah, people are afraid of the dark. It's not that the dark will harm humans, but that the dark brings the unknown. We don't know what's hidden in the dark, so we will catch wind and shadow, and regard any little trouble as a threat. It's people themselves. My imagination frightened myself. It is because of the unknown that people try their best to give their own explanations. Things that can be clearly explained seem not so scary. In ancient times, human beings were afraid of the mighty power of thunder and lightning, so they imagined Thor rides thunder in the sky. Humans today fear the sound of wind and rain beating on windows at night, and they imagine ghosts knocking on windows outside.

"Ghost stories originated in this way. Because people are afraid of the unknown, they will entrust ghosts and gods with things that they cannot explain. In fact, most of the ghost stories are just nonsense, rumors created intentionally or unintentionally. However, Even if it's just a tree without roots, water without a source, when the rumors are spread, known to more and more people, and feared by more and more people, then it's not impossible to get out of this nothingness. What is born.

"Ning Mengjiang, I just said that fear is the oldest and strongest emotion in human beings. Fear is the emotion at the beginning of human birth. The original fear is deeply embedded in the genes. For example, our ancestors In the tens of millions of years of accumulated experience, the images of snakes and spiders have been implanted into our genes, buried deep in the ocean of collective unconsciousness, so that we are born with this fear naturally, and the images of snakes and spiders The pictures of people are scattered among countless irrelevant pictures, and we will notice them at the first time. If only one person’s fear is not enough, but if there are hundreds of people, ten thousand people, tens of millions of people’s fears all point to a certain thing Woolen cloth?"

Xiaotong heard "myself" swallowed a little, "What will happen?"

The long-haired girl gave "Xiao Tong" a meaningful look, and then said: "Ning Mengjiang, it turns out that this world is not as scientific as imagined. Human thoughts can breed monsters. The emotion of fear itself—— It can create terrifying things, this is the 'weird story' you want to know."

"Fear itself can create terrifying things..." Xiaotong heard "myself" whispering this sentence.

The long-haired girl raised three fingers and continued: "Strictly speaking, not any emotion of fear will give birth to the so-called 'strange talk'. It has certain conditions. The next step is my own understanding. After a period of observation and research, three principles were summed up, which can also be said to be the three elements for the birth of "Ghost Story".

"First, strange stories need to be feared by people, which is the source of their power. The wider the strange stories spread, the more fear they draw from humans, the more terrifying they are;

"Secondly, ghost stories need to contain the unknown, that is, mysterious and unexplainable elements. A serial murderer wandering in the city at night is scary, but not mysterious enough, and one has no hands, and two sharp knives below the elbow The Bandage Monster randomly kills people at night, which is mysterious enough to be a ghost talk. This mysterious part is often also the manifestation of the ghost talk's ability. A legend will send out crying fetal specimens at night. Its mystery is that even if you cover your ears The crying sound that can also be heard, it has the ability to send its own voice into the heads of others in a physically inexplicable way;

"Thirdly, the emotion of fear needs to point to a specific thing or name. For example, human beings have been afraid of snakes for a long time, but there are no strange stories, because 'snake' is the name of a group and race, And human beings' fear of a huge snake that is said to have eight heads and eight tails has created Yamata no Orochi. A specific thing or a name is needed as a carrier of fear, and this is the body or real name of the strange story."

"Fear, the unknown, and...the name." Xiaotong heard "myself" muttering these three words silently.

When she raised her head again, she saw the long-haired girl looking at "herself" with a strange expression.

"Is there anything strange?" "Xiao Tong" asked.

"Strange place? Of course there is. You are a strange person, the questions you ask are also strange, and everything is strange. What I just said is not like a child of your age, or you look like People with serious personalities will be interested. Now that you have finished asking your questions, let me ask you a question? Ning Mengjiang, you know these things, what exactly do you want to do?

"...just curious."

"Curiosity?" The long-haired girl shook her head, "Although I like curious children very much, to be honest, curiosity is not a good quality. Ning Mengjiang, be careful, you are not afraid of these non-human things. Curiosity... most of the time will invite disaster. Don't listen, don't see, don't believe, don't try, never take risks, in this world, the less you know about these things, the safer you are. "

"Well, I see."

The long-haired girl laughed meaningfully, "Oh? Do you really know? But, your eager expression...it doesn't look like that at all."

"...I want to verify some things. Senior Xiyan, can you give me some help?"

"Students in the third grade of high school are very busy. They will graduate and take the exam next year."

"........."

"Oh, well, don't make that expression. Well, I can play with you for a while. Until graduation, come to this room to look for me around five o'clock in the evening. I'm basically always there."

"Ok!"

Chapter 46 Ghost Friend

"Sister?...Sister Hitomi?"

The voice next to the ear brought Xiaotong's consciousness back to reality, and Xiaotong looked at the sycamore tree outside the window, and his mind was in a trance for a while, and he couldn't tell whether he was in reality or in a dream.

She raised her head to look at Wang Yuemian who was still in a daze, trying hard to digest what she just saw in the psychic dream.

Reimu = Ning Meng?

That is to say... that senior sister Xiyan I saw just now is most likely the "Chaoyan" who disappeared in the dance studio, right?

Xiaotong suddenly turned her head to look at Jinghua who was showing a worried expression, startled Jinghua, and only heard Xiaotong say: "Jinghua, can you show me the records of the association activities of the Folklore Research Institute you found? for a while?"

"Huh? Oh, okay."

Xiaotong took the few booklets that he hadn't read carefully just now, and quickly flipped through the records about three to four years ago according to the time marked on them.

When Xiaotong started to flip through those records and quickly started to browse, the ghost of Mochizuki Mian seemed to have recovered from the trance, with an incredible expression on her face, she muttered to herself: "I am..." Ling Dream'? No... why can't I remember such a thing..."

Xiaotong Zhaomian beckoned slightly to let Mian come over, and then said to her in a very low voice: "Senior sister, take a look at these records and see if you have any impression of these things?"

"Well……"

Mian carefully read the few booklets that Xiaotong picked out.

"There are several different handwritings here, which should have been recorded by different people. However, among the few books you took out, two handwritings appear the most, among them...the one here...is very similar to It's my word."

Mian pointed to the records including "Discussion on the Causes of the "Sao Ling Phenomenon"" and "The Origin of Strange Talks", and added: "Moreover, this style of writing that seems to be writing academic papers is also very similar to my writing style. In fact, I wrote a paper with almost the same style after my death, but... I really don't have the impression that I have written these things at all, um... Maybe, it was written by Mochizuki A?"

Xiaotong nodded, there is indeed a great possibility.

However, the timing doesn't seem right.The records of these associations are marked with the year, and the notes that Mian picked out with handwriting similar to hers are all from four years ago. That Mochizuki Ningmeng should still be in junior high school, and the Holy Trinity woman High school is a fully enclosed boarding school. In theory, outsiders should not be allowed to enter or leave, right?

Let's assume that the "Reimu" who went to the dance studio to search for spirits is Mochizuki Ningmeng. Then, as the rumors later said, she was actually occupied by the ghost in the mirror at that time, while the real her was occupied by the ghost in the mirror? Swapped into the mirror?

Also, who is this ghost who calls himself "Watching the Moon"?

Xiaotong's mind was in a mess.

An idea began to sprout faintly in Xiaotong's mind——

The dead Mochizuki Ningmeng, the wandering ghost who claimed to be Mochizuki Mian, and...the mirror ghost story in the dance classroom, maybe...the person with the name "Mochizuki-senpai" or something, there are actually three of?

If you think about it this way, maybe... the ghost in front of you may not be the real culprit who killed Mochizuki Ningmeng.

For some reason, after thinking of such a possibility, Xiaotong felt slightly relieved.

No, why am I relieved?What does it matter to me whether this ghost is good or bad?

Xiao Tong thought "Bah Bah" twice in his heart, and when he raised his head, he met a pair of confused red eyes.

Wang Yuemian tilted her head, and asked, "Look at your face changing back and forth, Xiao Tong, what did you think of?"

"It's nothing, it's possible..." Xiao Tong subconsciously replied.

"Sister Hitomi...who are you talking to?" At this moment, Kyoka asked strangely.

Xiaotong was shocked, it was over, she was a little lost in thought just now, and even forgot that there was another person beside her!

Xiaotong quickly waved his hand, "It's nothing, I have some thoughts after reading these records, just now I was talking to myself, can I take these books back and have a look?"

"Ah, it's ok. This is originally a folklore research project. Hitomi-senpai, you can just take it and read it~"

"Well, I have some new ideas about Sister Mochizuki. I'll tell you about them after I look at these things and sort out my thoughts and clues."

After Xiang Jinghua made such a promise, Xiao Tong walked towards the girls' dormitory in the setting sun.

"What's the new idea?" Wang Yuemian asked Xiao Tong leisurely floating beside her.

Xiaotong glanced at Wang Yuemian, "I don't want to say."

"Why? Xiao Tong, why do you always speak like a magic stick and only speak half!"

"I was originally a magic stick."

"Tsk—" Mian rolled her big eyes at Xiaotong, "A dark girl who can't say anything directly, no wonder she has no friends."

Xiaotong clenched her fists and took a deep breath.

Well, don't be mad, don't be fooled by a ghost.Xiao Tong repeatedly said to herself in her heart.

It's not something that can't be said in itself, it's just...

Xiao Tong somehow didn't want to admit it, she was indeed a little bit inclined to think that Mian was an innocent good ghost in this matter.

If this guy knows this idea, he will probably get carried away, right?Thinking about it makes people a little uncomfortable.

After calming down, Xiaotong said, "Okay, do you still remember that I have an ability called [Spiritual Dream]?"

"Well, it seems so?"

"So, do you still remember the dream you had the night you first lived in my room?"

"Huh?" Wang Yuemian scratched her long straight hair, "I don't seem to have any impression, have you seen my dream? What did I dream about?"

"In a very quaint Japanese-style room, you lie on the stove and draw a picture, a toy train is running around you, and then a woman in a black kimono breaks in and scolds you, and then she starts to panic Do you still have an impression of why that little train can run without electricity or wind-up?”

Mochizuki Mian tried hard to recall, "The Japanese-style room, it should be the old house of the Mochizuki family, I lived there when I was a child, the woman in black kimono... that must be my mother, but... she can run away by herself The little train? I don't seem to remember such a thing..."

"What I suspect is that Mochizuki Ningmeng also has certain psychic abilities and can see ghosts, so she would draw some strange things when she was a child. Then, when she was a child, she probably had such a ghost friend, and the little train moved by itself , maybe that ghost is playing with her."

"Ghost friend... Could it be that what you want to say is...?"

Xiaotong nodded, "Mian, you may be that ghost friend."

Mian held her chin with her left hand, and continued to reason: "So, what we saw in the later psychic dream, Mochizuki A went to the dance classroom alone, and she wanted to find me? But she met me. Something else, that's why she said 'No, you're not...'?"

"Well, that might be the case."

"But... it still doesn't make sense?" Mian frowned slightly, "If according to what you said, when Mochizuki A was very young, I was already a ghost and was by her side, then Why is it necessary to go to the dance classroom to meet? Moreover, if I and Mochizuki A are really friends, then...why do I have no memory of it?"

Xiaotong couldn't answer these questions for a while, she shook her head helplessly, "Perhaps, there is something else we don't know."

After thinking for a while, Xiao Tong hesitated and said: "How about I visit Uncle Mochizuki again tomorrow Sunday, my uncle's reaction last time was a bit strange. Maybe, I can learn something about Mochizuki-senpai's past from him. things."

"Eh? Are you going to see my dad?" The ghost suddenly showed a shy expression for some reason, and muttered something difficult to understand like "Oh, isn't it too early?"

But soon, her face showed an unconcealable look of disappointment, and she whispered to herself: "Oh, I also want to go home and have a look... The earth-bound spirit is so troublesome, no Is there any way to leave this school and go for a walk..."

"Actually..." Xiaotong opened his mouth subconsciously, but soon realized something and closed his mouth immediately.

"Actually what?" Wang Yuemian glanced at Xiao Tong suspiciously.

Xiaotong said bluntly and expressionlessly: "Actually, it's good to stay in school. If I can, I also want to stay in school forever and never go out for the rest of my life."

"Tsk, you're squatting in this school!"

Xiao Tong turned her face away, concealing the slightest unnaturalness.

She originally wanted to say, "Actually, there is no other way." There is a very simple way to get the Earth Binding Spirit to leave its original location, as long as a person with psychic ability invites a ghost to his body.

But Xiaotong, who almost said this, wanted to slap himself twice. Inviting the ghost to his body means that he let go of his guard against the other party. If the ghost has any bad intentions, maybe his body has already been invaded.

Really, I haven't encountered a real evil spirit for too long, have I let down my vigilance to this point, it's too dangerous.

It's night, and this night, Xiao Tong began to think about things at Mochizuki's house while reviewing himself who was becoming more and more careless.Is the studio full of ghost handprints the trace left by that ghost?Originally, Xiaotong saw that scene and thought that Mochizuki-senpai was entangled by some evil ghost, but now thinking about it, maybe this is the evidence that the ghost is indeed Mochizuki Ningmeng's friend.

Uncle Mochizuki's last attitude that day was not very good, what should I say when I go to see him tomorrow...

Even when she was lying on the bed and ready to fall asleep, Xiaotong was still thinking about such things in her mind.

She tilted her head in a daze and glanced at the ghost floating aside, and saw that she was hanging by the window, staring at the moon outside the window, the moonlight sprinkled on her translucent body, and there was an inexplicable sense of brightness and luster. The sense of sacredness that cannot be seen directly is average.

What is she thinking at this moment?

Probably, I didn't think about anything, I just wanted to put on a melancholy pose.

With messy thoughts, Xiao Tong gradually fell into a deep sleep.

Then, in the early morning, there was a sound like metal collision, Xiaotong woke up suddenly.