The Hundred Stories of Miss Ghost

Having said that, she paused, and her complexion obviously became ugly. She got up suddenly, opened the door and looked out. There was a corridor outside the door. I followed Xiaotong and looked around, but I saw nothing.

"What's the matter, little pupil, why are you suddenly on a nerve?" You Xiang, who had been ignored since just now, pouted and said with some dissatisfaction.

"I just... had another psychic dream. What I dreamed... was like the perspective of a god. I had a similar dream before, because my psychic dream ability is only at a certain distance from the dreamer. Only within the range can it work, so I thought before, I saw the dream of the guy attached to my dad. But now... my dad is in the hospital, but I still have a similar dream, then Explain that the 'god' is still in the shrine, and even just now, he is near us!"

I don’t know if this guess should be said to be scary or expected. Taking a god living in a shrine as an enemy is something that was completely unimaginable to me in the past.

"By the way... Mochizuki-senpai, are you there?" Youxiang shouted into the air.

I waved the clipboard to signal that I was here.

"I suddenly had an immature idea." Youxiang said, "The previous incident in school, senior sister, you solved the ghost story of the mirror by destroying its legend, so that everyone who originally believed I felt that this strange talk was false and did not exist, so it was really eliminated. Then, can we use the same method to deal with this god? She is now active on the Internet as a Vtuber, right? You said... can we invite some trolls to smear her online and reduce her fans quickly?"

Good guy, You Xiang's brain hole suddenly turned the confrontation of the supernatural painting style into a virtual idol online public opinion war.

However, I thought about it carefully, shook my head and wrote to Youxiang:

【This, you can try it... But it may not be as easy as the one I did before.After all, I was the one who started the ghost story of the mirror, so it is particularly convincing that I use my identity to expose that it is fabricated.But... to tarnish the image of this Vtuber?How to do this... It was revealed on the Internet that the person in her middle was an uncle, or was she actually a practitioner in the customs industry?If you do this, it may first be unbelievable, and second... maybe it will make her remaining fans more cohesive.And... the teapot manager said that gods are born from wishes, maybe we should not target her fans, but the wish board. 】

"Wishing board?" Kazuha looked a little weird, "If it's that, I don't think we need to do anything deliberately to deal with it."

You Xiang was a little surprised, "Ah? Why do you say that."

Yiyu picked up the phone, quickly opened the browser, and explained: "Because I didn't make a wish on it before? So I have been paying attention to that website since then, and I will visit it from time to time. However, Since the last few days, the atmosphere on this wishing board has become more and more out of order, almost all these wishes can no longer be called wishes, they should be called curses..."

[I hope XXX dies], [I hope they break up], [I hope that the competing companies go bankrupt]...

I remembered that when I was watching my uncle’s live stream to make wishes, there were already a lot of negative wishes, but now it’s almost full of them all.

Monk Yixin, who hadn't spoken much all this time, couldn't help clasping his hands together and recited a Buddha's mantra after seeing these things.

"This is hatred, the heaviest of the three poisons. Just looking at it through this screen, you can feel the burning fire of resentment." Yixin said a little uneasy.

[How did it become like this? 】I find it very strange, it has only been a few days, and the atmosphere on the wishing board was fine a few days ago, why did it suddenly deteriorate so badly?

"It seems that there are a few people spreading everywhere on the Internet, here you can anonymously make some bad wishes that cannot be made in the shrine, that cannot be accepted by the majority of people, or even cast curses, and these wishes or curses are here. It will be very effective, and the result seems to have spread."

There is no need for us to do anything, this wishing board has been constantly impacted by dirty evil thoughts, but it feels like it is not the result we want to achieve.

Feeling a sense of urgency, we stepped up to investigate the origin of this god.

Kazuha went to contact the Duanyuan Shrine "Yasui Kinpira Palace" in Kyoto. After finally finding the contact information of the other party and sending the photo of Omori to inquire, he got a reply from the other party not long after.

Their shrine has never made this style of guard, and the name of Emperor Sutoku is placed in their guard instead of a weird scale.They also kindly asked us if we bought fake products outside, and if we wanted to come to Duanyuan Shrine to make a wish, but Kazuha politely declined.

Biological characterization of the scales did not yield results so quickly.So the few of us decided to explore every room in this shrine together to see if we could find some clues.

First of all, it is next to Xiaotong's room, which is the room of Uncle Daoman and Aunt Liannai in the past.

The room looked fairly clean and tidy, with very little stuff.

Xiaotong explained to us: "Originally my parents lived in this room. Later, after my mother passed away, for some reason, the family insisted on cremating my mother's clothes and other things together with her body. Then the family After passing away due to various illnesses, my dad succeeded as the head of the god, and moved to the room of the head of the house, bringing a lot of things with him. So... there may not be anything useful to be found here."

"Let's look for it first." A few of us rummaged through the boxes.

"Look! There's actually a music score here!" Youxiang dug out a booklet whose pages were completely yellowed from the bottom of the cabinet. Inside were some handwritten staves and matching lyrics.

Youxiang, who has good musical literacy, looked at the score and started humming softly, but Xiao Tong was stunned when she heard her humming, "This...it seems to be the song my mother hummed when I was a child when she coaxed me to sleep..."

You Xiang exclaimed after humming a section: "This seems to be an original score? Auntie is too good!"

"I remember that she seemed to say that if she didn't want to be a priestess in the family, she seemed to want to be a singer."

"Is that so? That's a pity. If my aunt had made her debut, she might have been a superstar back then!"

"However, she did say that it is not impossible to sing as a witch. The main means for a witch to communicate with the gods is 'sorcerer goddess music'. I have a little impression, as if at a moon festival I've seen her sing Kagura while wielding a sword dance, and from what she said, it seems that she adapted the song herself."

"Is that so? I don't know if the Kagura composed by my aunt will also be recorded here." Youxiang flipped through the booklet in her hand.

Most of Kagura has no lyrics, or only a few lines, which drag out the sound for a long time.Youxiang saw a few songs praising the "moon", but such songs became less and less or even disappeared completely later on. The feeling of the tune and lyrics also made Youxiang feel more and more sad and sad. There are also some weird ones, like the lyrics like "cut your head off".

Youxiang turned to the end in one breath, the last song gave her a very different feeling, and the few lines of the last song and the very long lyrics were very similar to the style of Kagura.The lyrics are written like this -

【Pray to you with reverence】

【Benevolent and just god】

[I will offer everything at this moment tonight]

【Please descend in a glorious posture】

【I will use this body as a weapon】

【I will use this body as a sacrifice】

【May you see what I see】

【May you fulfill my wish】

Chapter 40 Offerings

I expressed my feelings about the lyrics: "This lyrics... looks like a song used in sacrifices, but... I still feel a little weird..."

The sentences "offer everything", "use this body as a vessel", and "use this body as a sacrifice" do not sound like normal sacrifices.In a normal sacrificial song, at most, it is something like praising the gods and thanking the gods for their gifts, but this lyrics sounds... a bit like a cult sacrifice, using human sacrifices as sacrifices.

Xiaotong's brows have not been relaxed after reading the lyrics of this song. She silently walked to a wooden cabinet, opened the bottom layer, and pulled out a box from it.

"What is this?" I leaned forward and asked.

Xiaotong directly opened the box to let me see what's inside. It turned out to be a whole box of sunny dolls, and each sunny doll had a cute expression on its face, such as ^v^, and (? ω<)★ In this way, some decorations such as ties and scarves are also painted, and the materials are also somewhat different, such as silk, silk, and cotton linen.I made a rough estimate, and the number must be at least thirty.

"Wow, why are there so many sunny dolls?!" Even Youxiang couldn't help but marvel, "Who made so many sunny dolls?"

"When I was young, my mother and I made it together." Xiaotong replied, "Whenever there is a festival, or when the shrine will hold some sacrificial activities, my mother and I will make sunny dolls together, and then hang them up to pray and receive them." It won't rain for the next few days."

"But, why do you have to do so much..." Youxiang still felt very strange.

But I have noticed that although the sunny dolls in this box are different in shape, they all have a very consistent feature that makes people feel chills on the back of the neck, that is, on the necks of these sunny dolls, all use The red marker pen draws a thick horizontal line.

"Hey, Xiaotong, what does this line mean?" I asked Xiaotong directly.

"Because... in the past, my mother said that the sunny day doll can only be used once, and it will no longer be effective if it is used for the second time, so a new sunny day doll must be made. The red line is used every time. When the hanging sunny doll was taken down, the mark she made was to show that the sunny doll had already been used and could no longer be used..."

Xiao Tong, who explained in this way, still had a look of unrelieved expression on his face.

Apparently, she seemed to want to go with me.

Just a while ago, we got a weird-looking Sunny Doll from the teapot manager, and heard from him the story of the origin of the thing that can be said to be the Sunny Doll.

The origin of the sunny doll is not as soft and cute as its appearance, it originated from bloody sacrificial activities.

The earliest sunny day doll (Rizhao Fangzhu) was just a monk whose head was beheaded after failing to pray for the clear sky. After hanging the head of this monk, the sky cleared up quickly, which itself is a sacrificial activity with human sacrifices.It's just that later folk Qiqing couldn't really cut off a person's head every time, so as a substitute, people made similar "human figures".From the perspective of yin and yang, similar things have certain similar attributes, and using such a "human form" for sacrifices should be able to achieve certain similar effects.

So, Sunshine Doll can only be used once, since it cannot be killed twice.

I looked at the sunny dolls with red lines drawn on their necks, and I seemed to have hallucinations. It seemed that each doll was a miniature cut-off human head. Then, I remembered that it was still hanging on the god tree. , dressed in Bai Wugou, looks like a big sunny baby's aunt Mikayue Reina.

I carefully confirmed to Xiaotong: "Xiaotong, are you worried...Auntie was involved in some terrible sacrificial ceremony, and was sacrificed as a living sacrifice?"

Xiaotong's head went up and down a little undetectable, she looked around vigilantly, and then whispered: "To be more precise, I think there is something wrong with our family's moon festival, because I was not Have you ever said that every time before the sacrificial ceremony, my mother would hang up the sunny doll. The meaning of the sunny doll should actually be—be a sacrifice instead of a human being. So, I wonder if this is some kind of insurance for my mother measures."

"But, look at this piece... this should be the lyrics of the piece composed by my aunt, right? Judging from the lyrics, she seems to be very, very piously praying for the gods to come down, and she can't see the idea of ​​avoiding or resisting Bar?"

At this moment, Xiaotong was also stumped, and she couldn't figure out the causal relationship, so she could only mutter in a low voice, "Maybe she was brainwashed in the end."

In the end, we didn't find anything more in this room. Xiaotong suggested to go to the room that belonged to the Patriarch for generations, maybe we can find more clues about Tsukimi Festival there.She didn't care about it before, but now the more she thinks about some details of the Tsukimi Festival, the more suspicious she feels.

The owner's room now belongs to Uncle Daoman. I didn't find anything related to the Moon Festival in the rummaging of boxes and cabinets, but I found some shady private collections of my uncle.

I flipped through the little H book that my uncle carefully hid, and couldn't help but sigh in admiration: "I misread you, uncle, you are such a person! Xiaotong, is your short stature inherited from your mother? I suspect that my uncle added his own personal preference when designing the image of 'See you on a moonlit night'!"

Xiaotong just glanced at the cover of the book and her face turned red, her brows fluttered slightly, she clenched her fist and gritted her teeth and said, "Sister Mochizuki! Sometimes I really doubt your gender! Are you really a woman?" ?”

"Of course, it's true. Want me to prove it to you?"

"No need!"

I held up the book and said: "Why do you always think that women can't read this kind of book? I don't have any evil thoughts. I read these books purely for the appreciation of beauty and art! Women's appearance It looks better, so let me see what's wrong, back then Ning Meng... One of the important reasons why I chose to enroll in the Holy Trinity was to appreciate the high-altitude flowers of the girls' school!"

"Okay... I just confirmed once again that senior sister, you are a pervert."

"Tsk, Xiaotong, you don't understand the beauty of Catholic girls' schools at all!" I floated into Xiaotong's ear and blew, "I can recommend you to watch some Lily A for beginners..."

"No need!!!" Xiaotong covered her ears and distanced herself from me, staring at me with an expression as if she was afraid of dirty ears.

Gee, what a pity.

After a big search of the room, we couldn't find much more.

Xiaotong frowned habitually again, and said to himself: "It's strange, I remember when I was young, when Uncle Renman was the head of the house, there seemed to be more things in this room, why are there more things now? It feels like a lot of things are missing..."

"Hey... Could it be in that corridor?" Youxiang suddenly thought of something, and pointed to the corridor outside the door.

Both Xiaotong and I immediately understood that Youxiang was referring to the corridor we stepped into by accident last time, which seemed to be stuck in an infinite loop and we could never get out of it.

By the way, last time, didn't we accidentally step into the room that is said to be Xiaotong's cousin, Mikayue Hehui?The layout inside seems to be the same as when He Hui was still alive, but in fact, the room that once belonged to He Hui has been tidied up very neatly, and it has completely changed its appearance.

Perhaps, in such a corridor that seems to be able to lead to the past, something can be found.

"No, it's too dangerous." Xiao Tong shook his head vigorously and said, "We almost didn't come out last time. Think about the picture we saw before that the faces of the dead from the past appeared on the entire wall. What should I do if I can't get out and become one of them!"

Youxiang blinked, and immediately raised her hand high to propose: "Hey, Tong, have you forgotten the equipment I brought? We have high technology!"

Chapter 41

The so-called high-tech refers to the mobile camera robot, which essentially installs a camera that can transmit video signals wirelessly and in real time on a remote-controlled car.

After nightfall, Youxiang started playing with the car and running around the room, and at the same time, the pictures taken by the car were displayed on the computer screen.

The writing on the magnetic writing board floating in the air "swish, swish, swish"——

[I feel that the angle of view is so low... If it is (cross out)...it seems that I can use this to secretly take pictures of girls' skirts...]

"Senior sister, you are a ghost yourself, and no one else can see you anyway, won't you secretly take pictures by yourself?"

【That’s right too. 】

Xiaotong rolled her eyes at us and said, "Youxiang, what you complained about is not right!"

"Okay, don't worry about it! Let our Pioneer 1 go now!"

Youxiang fiddled with the remote control and steered the car to slowly drive out of Xiaotong's room.

The picture taken by the car at this moment is displayed on the screen, but...

[This looks like an ordinary corridor, it doesn't seem to be caught in that weird cycle. 】

"Hey, that's weird, how many more times should I try?"

After tossing and turning several times, the pictures taken by the camera robot are also ordinary corridors, and the monitoring installed inside the shrine by Youxiang also clearly captured the movement of this robot car.

[It seems that if it is just a camera robot, it seems that there is no way to enter that weird corridor. Is there any observer effect?Only conscious things can get in? 】

Xiaotong thought for a while, handed a bunch of bells to Youxiang, and said, "Otherwise, I'd better go out with this robot and see if I can see something different. Last time we were I determined the location by listening to the sound in the live broadcast room that I met on that moonlit night. So Youxiang, you take this first, and I will bring a walkie-talkie in for a while, and if we are really lost in and can’t get out, I will use the walkie-talkie first to see if I can get out I can get in touch with you, if it doesn't work...you find that you can't reach me again, so just ring the bell, I will look for the sound of the bell inside and knock on the wall, and then see if I can find the exit and come back."

"But this... won't you be very dangerous, Xiaotong?"

Monk Yixin also got up at this time and said: "Miss Xiaotong, you should stay in the room and let the little monk go. In the face of evil spirits, the little monk still has some ability to protect himself."

【Me too! 】

Xiaotong hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

She watched Monk Yixin and the ghost follow the camera robot out, and then moved her eyes to the surveillance screen, watching the two walk around normally and then return.

The monk Yixin who came back frowned, "I didn't feel the strangeness in this shrine just now, but... it does seem to have a feeling of being watched..."

Xiaotong's heart beat a little faster at this time, she stretched her head out from the paper sliding door, looked at the corridor extending infinitely in the darkness, and faintly heard a faint singing voice.

Xiaotong retracted his head, took a deep breath, and said to others the unclear thoughts in his mind: "I think, I'm afraid... Only when I go out will I encounter that weird phenomenon. I seem to be I feel...in the depths of this shrine, something is calling me..."

"Then, please let the monk accompany you."

【Me too! 】

Before going out, Xiaotong looked back at Youxiang and Yiyu who were staying in the room, and carefully warned: "You two should be careful when you stay in the room, don't go out until we come back! Don't open the door casually Look!"

"Okay, okay, don't worry, Hitomi, I will provide you with the best support~" Youxiang clenched her fists and said.

Xiaotong followed Yixin and Mochizuki out of the room and into the corridor.

The moment her footsteps fell, she felt as if she had passed through an invisible membrane. When she turned around and looked back, she found that the open door that had just walked out had disappeared without a sound.