The Hundred Stories of Miss Ghost

I sent Sakurai a message on my mobile phone: "Miki, are you home tomorrow? I want to talk to you about something."

"Huh? Ning Meng?! You actually sent me a message on your own initiative!"

"...Is it that rare?"

"Obviously, more than half of the summer vacation has passed, but I haven't received any news from Ning Meng..."

"... Well, sorry, sorry. Do you have time tomorrow? I have something I want to talk to you about."

"Hee hee, is this a date invitation?"

"No! Of course not, just come out and have a chat!"

"Okay, I have time, of course I do. But... let's change the meeting place, don't meet at my house, change the place. Ning Meng, do you still remember... where is the place where we met for the first time? ?”

Ah, this... I was really stumped.Don't ask me this kind of thing!To be honest, I am not familiar with you. The memories about Sakurai are actually shared with me by the real Ning Meng, not to mention that the Sakurai in Ning Meng’s memory is not at all like you now. !The Sakurai in my memory is obviously a super shy and shy child who blushes at every word!

"It's in an art gallery called 'Spring Snow'." Ning Meng reminded me in my mind at this time.

I immediately typed: "Of course I remember, it's in an art gallery called 'Spring Snow', right?"

"That's right! Ning Meng, you still remember, I'm so touched~ Then see you at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning, by the way, Ning Meng, are you going to come over by possessing that classmate Sanriyue?"

"Hmm... is that so?"

"If possible, Ning Meng, please come here alone?"

"Ah? Go there alone... how? I... I'm basically an earthbound spirit, right? And even if I go alone, you won't be able to see me if you don't have inspiration?"

"I heard that spirits seem to be able to reside on certain spiritual objects. I happen to have an altar here that is said to be a place for spirits. Why don't I ask our driver to pick you up with this jar tomorrow? ? As for whether I can see you or not, this is actually not important, if possible, Ning Meng, you can write."

"Okay...you can give it a try."

"Okay, then it's a deal! By the way, Ning Meng, don't forget to bring the paintings we said we would exchange!"

Ah... I really forgot about this.

It's okay, I'll draw it for her tonight.

Chapter 18 Shocking

When I picked up the paintbrush, I realized how naive I was.

"Why is this so difficult to use...

"Why do you need to draw drafts and sketches several times to draw a picture, can't it be done in one step?

"Why do you have to adjust the paint yourself? Can't it be simpler?

"It's strange, obviously I and Ning Meng are the same person, why the drawing skills are not universal! Obviously I can draw crayons well when I was a child!

"Why don't you let Ning Meng draw? Anyway, the painting that Sakurai wants to receive should be yours, not mine, right?

"What? No inspiration? Is it so strict? It's not that you are asked to draw a masterpiece, and you can just paint casually.

"That's fine, I'll do it, in fact, I feel that I still have artistic talent.

"Hmm... I originally wanted to draw a portrait of Sakurai, but I accidentally drew it as a weird abstract figure painting. Forget it, let's leave it at that, this can barely be called a masterpiece of post-modern art, Just give this painting to Sakurai. Maybe this painting will go down in history and be hung in a museum.”

In the morning of the next day, the person sent by Sakurai came to pick me up. When I entered the shrine, the person was really holding a dusty and ugly jar in his hand.

"Shixi asked me to play." I explained to Xiaotong.

"Sister Sakurai?" Xiaotong frowned, "Okay...Senior, take care to protect yourself."

"Why do you think your words sound weird?"

"It's nothing...literally."

"........."

I tried it a little bit, and found that I was actually attached to that ugly jar. This thing...is just like a caravan. Good thing, in this way, there will be another way to move in the future. .

One person carefully held the jar I was in, and the other carried my painting, which had to be transported with extra care because it was not fully dry.Sakurai didn't seem to tell them what they were here for. From their point of view, they just came here to get a painting, but it seemed rather weird to walk around with a jar. Maybe they would think it was some kind of ceremony.

When I got in the car, I felt tired for no reason. Although I don't need to sleep as a ghost, sometimes I still take a light sleep to relax.

On the way to that museum, take a break.

However, this time I slept lightly this time, but I have not dreamed for a long time.

It was like I was sitting in the auditorium of a movie theater, and the screen in front of me was slowly showing a piece of the life of a guy who looked exactly like me.

This is Ning Meng's past memory, Ning Meng...does she want me to see this?

The time was the winter of the third grade of Ning Mengguo Middle School. It was the time when she had already created the "Mirror in the Dance Studio" strange story, but she had not yet entered Holy Trinity Girls High School.

There was light snow like fluff in the sky, and Ning Meng was holding a picture frame and wearing a woolen hat, standing outside this art gallery called "Snow of Spring", she was a little bit disturbed by the exposed outside. His hands were red from the cold and he breathed hot air.

She came to sell paintings.

Ning Meng has always been a person who is not good at having fun. Painting can be regarded as a hobby she inherited from me when she was very young. Even if it is a hobby, she has persisted for a long time like a profession.Due to her extraordinary talent, Ning Meng's paintings always give people a unique and strange sense of beauty.Therefore, even if she is very young, some people will want to collect her paintings, and even galleries will use her age as a selling point for her paintings.

Regardless of the fact that Mochizuki Masahiko is a member of parliament, he is actually having conflicts with Mochizuki Yuriko, and the two have basically separated for a long time. The financial support Mochizuki Masahiko receives from Mochizuki's family can be regarded as quite little, and most of his income is Putting himself into local elections, and adding that he has decided to go to Holy Trinity, which has a lot of tuition fees, the economic status of Mochizuki's family is actually not that rich.It is quite a bargain to earn a considerable income by selling a few paintings that I drew purely out of interest, and this "Spring Snow" art museum is an art museum that has been willing to acquire my own paintings.

I thought that today I would just bring the painting over for them to have a look, and then get the transfer and then I can leave.

But today, the person in charge of the art museum who has been receiving him said that one of his superiors wanted to see him.

Superior?Ning Meng felt a little strange, she was not arrogant enough to feel that her painting level needed to be interviewed by a senior leader of the art museum.

As a result, after being introduced to a room, Ning Meng saw a man who was about his own age. The other party was wearing a dress that looked like a princess, and his voice was soft and waxy, but there was a sense of humility in his tone. Wonderful adoration.

"Hello, you are Miss Mochizuki, right? Great, I finally see you~"

"That... who is this?" Ning Meng couldn't resist the other party's gaze that seemed to be shining like a star, so she turned her head and asked for help from the art gallery staff who brought her here.

"This is Ms. Sakurai, she is the daughter of the chairman of our art museum."

Oh, so it's this kind of boss?

"Well... hello. Excuse me, why do you want to see me?" Ning Meng asked a little confused.

"Because, because, I think Miss Mochizuki is the only hope for Japanese painting!" Sakurai blinked and said so swearingly.

"The only hope of Japanese painting...it's too exaggerated...my technique is far from..."

"It has nothing to do with technique or anything else. The key is the soul of painting!" Sakurai stared straight at Ning Meng and said, "Many paintings nowadays have no artistry at all, and many of them are just playing tricks to attract attention. But... …Miss Mochizuki, do you know the trembling feeling I felt when I saw your painting for the first time? This kind of weird and slender sensory tentacles are simply...not like seeing the world from a human perspective ..."

"...Although I don't think it's that exaggerated... But, as long as you like it."

"So! How did you draw this kind of painting? I want to know, Miss Mochizuki, what does the world look like in your eyes? Can I... Can I also draw as shocking paintings as you?"

"This...it's pretty normal, as for how to draw like me...just...practice more?"

"I, I will work hard!"

The Sakurai at this time seems to be very different from the one I know now. This is a cute child who blushes when he looks at me directly, and often stutters when facing me.

It is really puzzling why it grows crookedly like that.

I woke up from a light sleep and found that I had reached my destination.

Spring Snow Art Museum, here, I can still see some paintings that Ning Meng sold here in the past, those paintings... In my opinion, it seems that there is a sense of alienation that is incompatible with the world, a kind of indifference However, in this icy tone, there is still a ray of fire that seems to be looking for something.

The worker put the jar here and left, but I didn't see Sakurai around here.I flew out every now and then, trying to find her figure.

Through a wall, I saw Sakurai's back, she was painting intently in front of a drawing board.

I approached behind her, she was oblivious, and then I saw the picture she was painting.

At the railroad crossing, the train is approaching at a very high speed, and five girls are standing in the middle of the railroad track without avoiding it, holding hands of the two beside them, and at the same time showing completely consistent peaceful smiles outside the screen.

Was she really there? !Even if she had witnessed the scene before, why did she draw it?

I looked around at this moment, and suddenly felt a light up my spine.

There is more than one painting in this room, there are several.There is a picture in it that I am somewhat familiar with——

The background looks like the inside of a building, with the huge windows closed, and looking out from the window, you can see a person hanging upside down, that is the high school girl we saw in the cult before.She fell from the top of the building, but on the screen, it made people feel as if time had stopped, and a "happy" smile appeared on her upside down face.And the other few paintings are painted with similar content.

This is the last scene of these suicides before the end of their lives.

The problem is that if it is not at the scene of the incident, it is difficult to draw such a realistic and delicate painting with rich details.

Sure, Sakurai, you have really drawn "shocking" works.

Chapter 19 Beauty

These weird paintings are displayed here, and even gave me a very strange feeling, as if the eyes of these people in the paintings can move, and their eyes seem to be still converging on me.

Now, I have a stomach full of questions and want to ask Sakurai, what is going on with these paintings in the room?Is she really the organizer of the "Blue Whale Game"?

I was trying to make some movement to attract Sakurai's attention, such as dipping the paint with telekinesis and writing on the canvas.

But at this time, Sakurai seemed to have noticed something, she stopped the work in hand, suddenly turned her head, almost without hesitation, she cast her eyes on where I was.

Her reaction made me extremely surprised, "Sakurai, can you see me now?!"

Unexpectedly, she actually answered: "I can only see a little bit, and I can see a general outline of Ning Meng."

Can see my outline and apparently hear my voice.

If this change had happened some time ago, I would have been quite surprised that I had one more person with whom I could have a direct conversation.

However, at this moment, such a change not only does not make me feel happy, but makes me feel an unspeakable depression.

My voice has unconsciously become low and slow——

"Shixi, tell me, what happened? Why, you can suddenly see me? Also, what's going on with the painting here?"

At this moment, Sakurai said with a look of indifference: "Ah, this is not too important. I can explain it to Ning Meng slowly in a while. Before that, there is one more important thing, the painting that Ning Meng agreed on. Did you bring it here? Show it to me~"

I couldn't help frowning, "Drawing...isn't that important at all, right? What's important now is..."

"No!!" Sakurai's voice suddenly became sharp, she lowered her head, the broken hair on her forehead covered her eyes, which made her look extremely gloomy, as if she was talking to herself He said in a low voice, "For me, Ning Meng's painting is the most important thing in the world? There is no higher priority than this, so please show me the painting quickly?"

There is something really wrong with Sakurai's appearance. Although she usually looks very abnormal, her abnormal index has obviously doubled now.

I kept silent and didn't refute her, but let the oil painting I brought slowly float towards Sakurai.

Sakurai grabbed the picture frame in the air with a big movement, her eyes seemed to be firmly welded to the picture.

Five seconds, ten seconds, twenty seconds.

The solemn silence continued.

"Hehe." A sarcastic laugh came from Sakurai's mouth, and she asked in a hoarse voice, "What is this?"

"It's my painting," I replied. "It's a picture of me and my friends having fun together."

"..." The awkward silence continued for a while, and Sakurai said again, "Ning Meng, are you starting to hate me, so are you teasing me like this?"

"No, this is a masterpiece that I put a lot of effort into. I feel like it might sell for hundreds of millions or billions at auctions in the future!"

"...Oh, just relying on this kind of kindergarten work?" Sakurai's tone suddenly became quite unfriendly, she stared in my direction, her eyes seemed to weld a hole in me.

"You, absolutely, yes, no, yes, Ning, Meng, who are you?!" She yelled at me word by word.

Ah, exposed.

I quickly explained: "Ah, it's like this, haven't you heard Xiaotong say that I actually have a dual personality, and then..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Sakurai roared loudly, clenched her right fist tightly, and said in a low voice, "Because I couldn't see or hear it before, but the handwriting is indeed Ning Meng's handwriting." , and said something that only Ning Meng knew, so I believed it. But after listening to the descriptions of Sanriyue and Huashanyuan, I always felt that something was wrong. How could Ning Meng have such a personality? Said it was double Personality, this is really a useful excuse, and any inconsistency can be attributed to this reason. Even if it is a dual personality, the talent and ability of painting should be similar, but the result is so far away. Tell me! Who is it! Where did you hide the real Ning Meng!"

So troublesome.

I couldn't help complaining to Ning Meng in my head, look, what others want is your painting, but you pushed me to draw it, now I can't explain what to do!

But Ning Meng's tone was full of hesitation, "I just... felt something was wrong, and I had some inexplicable bad premonition, so I didn't draw..."

"Then you change with me, come out and explain, and prove your identity!"

This Ning Meng agreed.

She floated up to the surface of her consciousness, took over her body, and said to Sakurai, "Shiki, I just switched identities with another me, and now I am Ning Meng, the Ning Meng you knew in the past."

"Heh." Sakurai said coldly, "Have you started to act now? It's useless, I won't believe what you, an evil spirit, say anymore!"

"Do you need me to prove it? You can ask any questions."

"I suspect that you stole Ning Meng's memory. If you want to prove yourself, please draw a picture of Ning Meng's style in person."

"... May I ask, why do you want my painting?"