The Hundred Stories of Miss Ghost

Jinghua took out another small heart-shaped wooden board, with a circular hollow in the center and small casters on the three corners.She placed the small wooden board in the center of the Ouija board, and then said to the other two sitting at the table: "Come on, let's put our hands on this Ouija board together."

Meiji really didn't want to participate in this weird game, but when she saw that the hands of the two people had overlapped on the small plank, she still handed them over timidly.

Jinghua raised her head, looked at the empty space, and called softly: "Senior Wangyue, senior sister Wangyuemian, please listen to our voices, we are calling for you to come."

After finishing speaking, she looked at the sky expectantly, and glanced left and right, as if looking for my figure.

Can this thing really communicate with ghosts?

I put my own hand down very curiously, and my hand passed through their overlapping hands, but it actually landed on that little piece of wood, and wow, I can actually touch this thing? !

This ceremony turned out to be real!

This is so touching, I didn't expect that there is such a way to communicate with living people.I started to push hard on the plank and it began to slide slowly.

"Wow!" Seeing that the plank really started to slide, Meiji's face changed a little, and she said with chattering teeth, "Hey...is this one of you secretly pushing hard? Don't play such a prank!"

"Hush!" Jinghua quickly motioned for Meiji to be quiet, and then nervously watched the round hole in the center of the Ouija board land on the position of "Hello" on the Ouija board.

"Is it Mochizuki-senpai?" She couldn't hold back her excitement and asked.

So I pushed the board to slide to the "Yes" position again.

"It's senior sister!" Even if she lowered her voice, she couldn't hide the surprise in Jinghua's words.

However, compared to the excited Kyoka and the somewhat terrified Miki, Sakurai Miki has a calm face. Her gaze slowly rises, as if intersecting mine in mid-air.

"Mian, let me be a little rude and ask you a few questions that only the two of us know. I just want to confirm whether you are the real Mochizuki Mian I know." She paused, then continued He asked a question that caught the other two off guard, "Mian, what's the size of my underwear?"

Tsk, easy.This is a question that I can answer in seconds without even thinking about it. I pushed the board one by one and paused at "C", "7", and "5".

Sakurai nodded hesitantly, but seemed a little unsure, she asked again: "Mian, there is a birthmark on my body, do you know where it is?"

Without hesitation, I pushed the board to "No". There is no birthmark on this guy's body, and he still wants to cheat me.

Under the firelight, Sakurai's face turned a strange shade of red, and she said softly, "Mian, when we met honestly for the first time, what day was it?"

←_← Why do you use such a strange term? I just drew you as a mannequin in the art club. Didn’t you see that the jaws of the two school girls are almost out of place?You are ruining my reputation after death!Moreover, after painting so many times, the devil knows when the first time was!

Angrily, I quickly shove the word "baka" across the board.

Sakurai let out a long breath as if satisfied, she licked her lips and said, "That's right, it's Mian herself."

"Oh... oh... ok..." After watching the unusual conversation just now, Jinghua, who no longer knew what to say, nodded blankly, and then, as if she suddenly remembered something, immediately Opened the mouth and said, "Yes, yes, I have always wanted to ask a question, Mochizuki-senpai, did you... really commit suicide?"

This is of course "Yes". Although I want to scare the school girls, if the answer is that I am not suicide, maybe it will make people suspect the direction of campus bullying or animal teachers, which will add to people's attention. A lot of trouble, and I am a person of integrity, so I firmly pushed the board in the direction of "Yes".

But... I can't push it.

There is an obvious resistance lying in front of me. Obviously, someone is trying to interfere with the result. The force is very strong, and I can only watch weakly as the plank slides slowly to the "No" position.

Jinghua exclaimed: "Senior sister didn't commit suicide!"

Sakurai snorted coldly, "She never looked like someone who would commit suicide."

She raised her head and looked directly into the air, and asked in a cold voice, "Who is it? Who caused you to do this?"

The candles at the four corners of the table suddenly began to shake violently, and the plank began to move again, but this time, it moved extremely slowly and stagnantly, and the route seemed to have no rules at all.

The shackles will move around, this is because I am competing with someone present!

who is it?Who wants to falsify the facts? !

I glanced coldly at all the people present, but their expressions looked like fear, nervous anticipation, or deep hatred, but none of them seemed to be the ones who wanted to weave lies.

The wrestling became more and more intense, the table began to shake, and there was a scream of "squeak". Even though the doors and windows were all closed tightly, it seemed that there was a strong wind circling, and the flames of the candles trembled non-stop.There were bursts of slapping sounds from outside the window glass of the classroom. Looking at the firelight, one could see that there were clearly red palm prints on the glass.This crazy and terrifying situation made it hard for everyone present to breathe.

Sakurai gritted his teeth and asked again: "Mian, who hurt you? Tell me!!"

The four candles were suddenly extinguished simultaneously at this moment, leaving only the green flame still burning quietly in the small metal dish, illuminating everyone's faces.

The Qiban once again began to move with an unstoppable force, and it slowly moved to the "M", followed by the "I".

No, no, it wasn't the three of them who pushed the plank.

At this moment, there should be three living people plus me and a ghost, and there should be four arms covering the center of the Ouija board.

But at this moment, under the response of the quietly burning green flame in the metal plate, I clearly saw five arms.

The extra arm showed a jade-like texture under the green light, and the end of the arm was not in the void, as if it was stretched from a very far away place.

Chapter 18

As the night deepened, in the dim yellow room, the flickering candlelight reflected the swaying shadows of several people.A few people sat around in front of the mourning hall, adding some incense sticks from time to time, while chatting in vain.

Under Youxiang's enthusiastic persuasion, perhaps because too few people would keep the vigil and his daughter would feel lonely, Uncle Mochizuki finally agreed to let the two of them stay to keep the vigil.

But because of Xiaotong's reminder, Youxiang has been trying her best to suppress the desire to ask Uncle Mochizuki more about Mochizuki-senpai. She organized the language in her mind for a long time, and when she finally wanted to speak, it was Mr. Saeki started the topic.

She looked directly at Mochizuki Masahiko, and finally said obliquely: "Uncle, although it is a bit presumptuous to ask this question at this time, I still want to know, do you think senior sister... really committed suicide?"

Mochizuki Masahiko looked at the smoke curling up from the mourning hall in a daze, and after a while he lowered his head and smiled bitterly and said, "This... I can't tell. She has been an overly smart child since she was born, and her homework in school is not right. It seems a little too simple for her, even things like piano and oil painting can be learned to a very good level in a short period of time, and she is a bit too precocious, she has proper manners when getting along with people, and has a well-founded advance and retreat, People can't find anything wrong with people, at least since she was six or seven years old. Talking to her often makes people ignore that she is still a child. It's just... I don't know since when, she has been I don't confide in my heart to my father anymore...it must be my father's dereliction of duty, I am always busy, and I can only see her a few times a week, and she was sent to a full boarding school in high school So what is she thinking about, I don't understand at all now..."

Listening to Mochizuki Masahiko's words, Xiaotong recalled the image of Mochizuki-senpai's spirit she met in the club building. She rubbed her brows vigorously, trying to transfer the image of the senior in her memory to her uncle's. The description is close, but the senior who was lying on her back on the ground at high speed and peeping at Fatty still ruthlessly tore up her fantasy.

Xiaotong has been able to see spirits since she was a child. She has seen many kinds of spirits, but this is the first time she has seen such spirits.

She couldn't help but said: "Then, have you noticed any signs of abnormality in Mochizuki-senpai recently? For example, feeling pain, uneasiness, or...the personality has changed, as if she has changed into a different person? "

Mochizuki Masahiko thought for a moment, then shook his head, "I'm ashamed, I only see Sleep on weekends, and she rarely shows her emotions, so it's hard to guess her mood, but it gives me the feeling that... Do you think she is still happy?"

"President, she has been in a good mood in the past few weeks." Saeki Saoko interjected at this time, "Every afternoon during club activities, the president and I are dealing with affairs in the student union office, and I can feel that she is really in a good mood. Well, sometimes she hums a few tunes, and occasionally makes some small jokes with me. And...she also brought a small mirror and put it on the table. , does she look like she is in love?"

There was a flash of light in Youxiang's eyes, she pushed the non-existent glasses again, and said confidently: "Sure enough, everything is just like my reasoning, it must be that the senior sister has someone she likes, but the identity of the other person may be So humble, so the Mochizuki family obstructed it, and they may even use dark means to kill the man, and finally the senior will be disheartened and die for love!"

Yuka's words made Mochizuki Masahiko and Saeki's eyes a little weird.Uncle Mochizuki coughed twice, and explained with some embarrassment: "Actually, I won't interfere with Mian's love, and I even worry about whether a character like her will look down on all men. As for Riko... Although she does have some estrangement from her own daughter, she basically sees Mian as an invisible person, and not only won't interfere, she may even hope that Mian will get married as soon as possible..."

Xiaotong glanced at Youxiang worriedly, afraid that she would immediately say "Then why doesn't auntie like Miss Mian? Is it because she is your illegitimate daughter?" Immediately kicked out.Fortunately, Youxiang wasn't so ignorant, she didn't talk nonsense, but seeing Youxiang rolled her eyes, she wanted to make trouble, and before she had time to stop her, Youxiang threw it out again. one question:

"Then uncle, do you think... is it possible that some supernatural and supernatural things have killed Senior Mian?"

Normally, you shouldn't even think about it.Hitomi was already ready to apologize to her uncle, but unexpectedly, Mochizuki Masahiko lowered his head and pondered for a while, but did not immediately deny it.

He opened his mouth a bit, but didn't make a sound, as if struggling or organizing his words.After a while, he hesitated and said: "Actually, about a month ago, something happened that made me feel... a little uneasy, it was... a painting drawn by Mian. "

"painting?"

"Yes, Mian has liked painting since she was a child. We let her learn the piano. She may not like it very much, but I can tell that painting is something she really likes. She was in the first grade. Isn’t she also a member of the art club? About a month ago, she drew a picture. How should I put it, it’s hard to describe. That picture... made me feel very weird. After today... I Maybe there is a plan to burn that painting.”

Youxiang's eyes lit up, "What kind of weird method? Can you let me take a look at that painting?"

"This...Of course, the painting is upstairs, shall I take you there?"

"Okay!" Youxiang held up Xiaotong's arm excitedly, and also pulled her up.

Mochizuki Masahiko looked at Saeki Saeko who was still kneeling upright, and asked, "Where is Saeki-san? Do you want to go up and have a look?"

Saeki shook his head expressionlessly, "I'll forget it, I don't believe there are any supernatural things in this world that can't be explained by science. Moreover, someone must stay to watch the spirit, so I will stay with the president and her Bar."

Mochizuki Masahiko nodded, he got up and opened the sliding door, led Yuxiang and Xiaotong, and walked upstairs along the dark stairs.

In the mourning hall, one could only hear the continuous chanting of monks for a while. Under the dancing candlelight, Zuobo stared at Mochizukimian's coffin in a trance, as if he had fallen into a long dream that he couldn't wake up from.

But I don't know when, the continuous chanting sound gradually fell silent, and under the light of the candlelight, in the shadow of the coffin on the wall, a silhouette of a human figure slowly appeared.

I saw the shadow's arm stretched straight forward, as if it wanted to touch something far away.

Chapter 19

"Since Mian's accident, I have never touched the layout of the room except for cleaning once. Maybe... I want to keep everything as it is, and she will occasionally go back to her room to sit for a while. Sit down." Mochizuki Masahiko said to himself in a distressed tone, and pushed open the door of his daughter's room.

Youxiang walked in first. After seeing the layout of the room at first glance, Youxiang was a little disappointed.

At first glance, this is not a very interesting room, without any extra lace decorations or dolls, things that often appear in girls' rooms, even the curtains and bed sheets are quite cold, black, white and gray Yes, except for a floor-to-ceiling mirror next to the wall that looks more like a high school girl's room, it looks almost like a middle-aged uncle's room.

However, after entering the door, when she turned her head and saw one of the two oil paintings hanging on the wall on the right hand side, Youxiang covered her eyes with her hands reflexively, and then exclaimed while carefully observing through her fingers : "Wow - this painting... isn't this painting Sakurai-senpai? Tsk tsk, why don't you wear clothes? Is this drawn by Mochizuki-san?"

Mochizuki Masahiko said with a wry smile: "She did it. It should be the western kind of body painting. I don't understand it very well. In fact, I always think it's not good for girls to draw each other. Painting also gave me some uncomfortable feelings, but painting is one of the few hobbies she has, so I have been letting her go."

Youxiang nodded as if she had realized something, then walked quietly to Xiaotong's side, leaned over and said in her ear, "Hey, Xiaotong, I suddenly had a bold idea... Didn't I say that Mochizuki-senpai is very Could it be that she wanted to die because she couldn't be with her true love? Then tell me, that true love...could it be Sakurai-senpai?"

Xiao Tong rolled her eyes at You Xiang, and was too lazy to refute You Xiang's whimsical idea. Her gaze first lingered on the bookshelf in the room for a while. There were many books on the bookshelf, but all of them were Professional books such as history, psychology, art, or some famous works, seem really boring.

Her gaze scanned the entire room again, stopped for a moment on the full-length mirror in the room, and then stopped on another painting on the wall.

It is easy to see that it is a self-portrait of Mochizuki Mian painted in the style of Van Gogh.The background of the picture is composed of rich and bright color blocks, and the main body of the picture is Wang Yuemian's face. She pursed her lips and looked straight ahead with her eyes. The weird and rich use of colors made the overall picture A strange harmony emerges.

Xiaotong keenly noticed that in the picture, the pupils of the eyes of "Watching the Moon" faintly reflected the shadow of a human figure.

Xiao Tong unconsciously said to himself: "Sister, who are you looking at?"

"Uncle, is this the weird painting you mentioned?" You Xiang stared at the painting and asked.

"No...it's not." Mochizuki Masahiko shook his head, pointed to the position between the two paintings, and saw that there seemed to be some traces of dust on the wall there, as if there was a painting hanging there before.

"That painting was hanging there before...Did Mian take it away? If it's not in this room, then maybe it's in the studio next door."

Mochizuki Masahiko led them to push open the door of the next room, and Yuka who had just entered the door couldn't help but exclaim.

I saw an easel standing in the middle of the room, and a full-length mirror standing beside the wall, and there were many framed paintings hanging on the wall, and many pictures without frames were randomly placed in the corners of the room. The paintings are randomly rolled up, and the weirdest thing about this room... is the many handprints of different colors on the walls and even the ceiling, which look like traces that were painted on the palms and pressed out .

Mochizuki Masahiko smiled helplessly again, and explained: "These handprints on the wall are all pressed by Mian. She said that at least she wants to decide how to decorate her own studio... However, I can't understand her way of doing things like this." Aesthetic."

Youxiang nodded, and then carefully looked at the paintings on the wall. Most of the paintings on the wall were figure paintings, and among these figure paintings, there were a considerable number of paintings, all of which were Wang Yuemian's own. self-portrait.Being in this studio, Youxiang felt as if she was being watched by many Mochizuki-senpai from all directions at the same time, and even the gazes of the painting-senpai from all directions seemed to follow her. This illusion made Youxiang feel a shuddering sensation from all over her skin.

"Wow...Although I've always heard that my senior's painting level is at a level that can hold art exhibitions, but this is too good..." Youxiang sighed.

"Yes." Mochizuki Masahiko smiled gently, as if recalling memories from a long time ago, "Mian liked to draw since she was a child, and I still remember when she was three or four years old, she was lying on a low table and holding a crayon Constantly drawing small animals and... and some of her strange imaginations. The painting teacher I found for Mian is also a famous painter. He has always praised Mian as a painting genius with delicate perception and strange brushwork. .”

"Then which one is that weird painting you're talking about?"

Mochizuki Masahiko looked around for a week, and said strangely: "Hey, it doesn't seem to be here."

He searched among the paintings piled up in the corner of the room, but couldn't find them either.

"It's not here either. It's strange. Did Mian take that painting away?"

Youxiang said very curiously: "Uncle, can you tell me what that painting is? I can also help you find it together?"

"That painting..." Mochizuki Masahiko paused, as if he didn't know what to say, and after thinking about it, he said, "Mian's painting is... She stood in front of the mirror and stretched out a hand to touch The picture in the mirror."

Youxiang tilted her head in doubt, "Is there anything strange about this?"

"The strange thing is... the movements of Mian inside and outside the mirror are inconsistent. Mian outside the mirror looked straight at herself in the mirror with her eyes open, and at the same time reached out to touch the mirror, but Mian in the mirror...she didn't Stretching out his hand, just standing there, and... without opening his eyes..."

Just imagining such a scene, Youxiang felt a shiver run up her spine.

And Mochizuki Masahiko hesitated for a moment, and then continued: "Also, in retrospect, after Mian finished painting that painting, some of her behaviors seemed a bit strange... For example, when I passed by her door Occasionally, I could hear... she seemed to be talking to someone, but this did not rule out that she might be on the phone with a friend. But once, I came up to ask her to come down for dinner, when I opened her door I saw... I saw Mian sitting on the floor, playing finger-guessing with herself in the mirror..."

Play finger games with yourself in the mirror?

An indescribable strange feeling began to spread in Youxiang's heart, she turned her head, and habitually wanted to ask Xiaotong what she thought about it.

However, she noticed that Xiaotong was still standing one step outside the studio door, with a hesitant expression on her face, as if she had no intention of stepping into the door.Youxiang hurriedly waved to her and shouted: "Little Tong, what's the matter, why are you standing outside? Come in and have a look at senior sister's painting, see if you can find anything?"

Xiaotong stood silently outside the studio door for a long time, then slowly stepped into the studio, she walked very slowly, step by step to the very center of the studio, raised her head, gently He moved his feet and turned his body, his eyes turned 360° around the room, and then, he staggered two steps as if a little dizzy.

Seeing that Xiaotong looked a little strange, Youxiang hurried forward to help her, and asked with concern, "Xiaotong, what's wrong with you?"

Xiaotong shook her head and said softly: "It's okay, maybe I didn't eat much at night and I'm a little anemic."

"Is that so? That's because I didn't entertain well. There are still some snacks in the kitchen. Do you need to go down and eat some?" Mochizuki Masahiko asked with concern looking at Xiaotong's pale face.

"Yeah." Xiaotong nodded slightly.

Mochizuki Masahiko walked in front, and Yuxiang helped Xiaotong to go downstairs behind.

Youxiang clung to Xiaotong's ear and asked softly, "Xiaotong, did you just... see something?"

Xiaotong glanced at Youxiang, then nodded silently.

"What is what?"

Xiaotong exhaled slowly, and said in a low voice, "In the studio just now, there are fingerprints everywhere."

"Huh? I saw that too? Is there anything strange?"

Xiaotong shook his head, "The handprints on the wall you see... are probably only a small part, in fact... there are more, more... that ordinary people can't see, that's... Lingliu traces."

Imagining that the room was densely packed with handprints emitting a faint light, Youxiang couldn't help taking a breath, and was about to say something, but was suddenly interrupted by a horrified female voice.

The voice came from the first floor, it was Saeki Shoko's voice.