The smooth and cheerful tunes in the brass music box made Itakura Masanobu feel a little lost for a while.
Before he could fully react.
Snapped--
The box that had just been impossible to pry opened on its own.
A plastic doll slowly rose from inside.
She is about 30 centimeters tall and looks like a ballet girl.
There are many music boxes on the market. When they are turned on, there will be a small puppet inside that spins and dances to the music.
This extra-large brass music box is probably of the same style.
The girl in the box was wearing a white torn tutu. The hem of the skirt was stained with dark red stains. It was unclear whether they were paint or dried blood stains.
The music of "Puppy Waltz" becomes more and more cheerful.
The girl in the box keeps spinning.
Dance, dance.
Itakura Masanobu stared straight at the dancing girl doll, feeling a little weird for no reason.
In a daze, he seemed to hear the sound of weeping and moaning in the joyful music.
Soon, a waltz ended.
The doll girl in the box suddenly swung her plastic body, raised the broken skirt with both hands, and mechanically and twistedly bowed towards Itakura Masanobu, as if it was ending.
Wait for the doll girl to twist and lift her body again.
Itakura was horrified to find that its eyes were crying blood!
The eye sockets that were originally filled with plastic were now empty, with only two black holes inside, filled with black and red blood.
The dirty, rancid liquid fell onto the brass box and spread to the floor.
The sudden change scared Itakura Masanobu and he sat down on the floor.
Wow——
There was a crashing sound.
The ballet girl doll suddenly fell into the box.
The handle on the right side of the brass music box began to rotate spontaneously.
The cheerful "Puppy Waltz" was played again. This time the tune seemed to have changed its tune. It was faster, happier, and weirder than the last time.
The doll girl in the box did not rise again.
The inside of the opened music box was so dark that it was impossible to see what was inside.
Itakura Masanobu seemed to hear slight moans and sighs coming from inside.
"Um--"
The moaning in the box got a little louder, and I was sure it wasn't an auditory hallucination.
Bang!
The brass music box shook.
Something comes out of the box.
It was a pale hand, no blood could be seen, and the nails were black. It suddenly stretched out from the box and clung to the edge.
It's a person!
There is a person in the box!
While the brass music box was indeed large, it was nowhere near large enough to accommodate a single person.
Itakura was extremely frightened, and his remaining sense told him that he should run away at this time.
But it can't be done, it can't be done at all.
My feet felt weak, as if they didn't belong to me, and I could still feel a fishy warmth inside my pants.
How had the Itakura family and grandchildren, who had lived in luxury since childhood, ever seen such a terrifying battle?
He was so frightened that he became incontinent.
Bang! Bang!
The brass box continued to shake, and the cheerful waltz continued to sound.
"Well--"
The audible moans became louder.
Moreover, what was sticking out of the box at this time was no longer just a hand.
Itakura Masanobu saw the long hair, the head, the bare feet stained with blood, and the torn white tutu.
It's a woman.
A woman in a tutu was crawling out of a brass box that was not even half her size!
"Don't! Don't come here!"
Itakura screamed uncontrollably.
His legs were still unable to exert force, and he was unable to stand up from the ground. He could only move backwards with his hands curled up in fear.
But he didn't move far back.
Snapped!
The woman crawled out of the music box and grabbed his ankle with her hands.
One-third of the woman's body remained in the box, while her upper body was completely tilted forward.
She is surprisingly strong.
Itakura felt as if his ankle was about to be crushed.
Click, click, click.
The woman twisted her body stiffly, and her body made a clicking sound as bones collided.
"It hurts……"
she said.
"Don't! Please, don't!" Itakura was incoherent and wailing in pain.
But the woman in the box has no mercy.
She exerted a little force, and the Itakura on the ground was dragged like a dead dog, sliding out towards the terrifying brass box.
"I hurt so much..." the woman moaned.
There was another sound of bones colliding and breaking.
But this time, the sound didn't come from a woman.
But from Itakura's body.
He was horrified to find that his fingers and limbs began to twist, twisting into completely unnatural and terrifying shapes.
pain.
The heartbreaking pain spread throughout the body like an electric shock.
"Do you feel it? It hurts..."
The woman asked Itakura.
She is now completely pressed against Itakura, and she is dragging Itakura towards the box...
. Ding bell——ding bell——
The handle of the music box kept turning, and the cheerful waltz played continuously.
It was also mixed with Itakura Masanobu's painful moans and wails.
Wait until the waltz is about to end.
Itakura's body was completely twisted and stuffed into a brass box.
Only his right hand was left, still stiff, tightly grasping the outer edge of the box.
The next second, Itakura's fingers loosened and fell into the box.
Snapped!
The music box is closed.
Everything is calm.
Only the strange brass box was left, quietly placed in the entrance hall of Itakura's house.
After a while, even the music box disappeared.
In the Itakura family villa in Naniwa District, it was as if nothing had happened.
…
A few days later.
At a logistics transfer station in Osaka.
A tightly packaged package was carried by two couriers and loaded onto the courier truck.
"This thing...well, it's so heavy! What exactly is it packed with? It feels like this package weighs as much as two adults."
The courier put the package into the carriage and looked at the logistics information on it.
The sender column says, Rin Iijima.
The recipient column reads, Itakura Yoshizo.
Wait until the express truck starts.
There seemed to be a slight noise coming from the package in the carriage.
Ding bell——ding bell——
The next song "Puppy Waltz" will be played at Itakura's house somewhere in Osaka.
…
real world.
National Karin High School.
Today is the last day of the semester, and the school has organized the final exam.
After Kamiya finished the last math test, he walked out of the classroom with a swollen head.
As he walked, he sighed in his heart: "The knowledge points in high school are really difficult."
On weekdays, Kamiyagawa spends most of his time and energy on Kaitan games and daily exercises, and allocates very little time to studying.
Basically, I only take time out to learn some knowledge in school.
But even so, his grades have still improved a lot compared to "before". Currently, he is probably at the middle level in his grade, which is ordinary and inconspicuous.
The results of this semester's final exam are probably about the same.
Of course, Kamiyagawa could do better in the exam if he wanted to.
For example, calling out Prajna, helping him look around the exam room for answers, etc.
But this was just a final exam. Even if he failed in the real exam, Kamiya felt that it didn't matter.
"Forget it, forget it. The vacation will officially start next, and I still have a lot to do."
Kamitani carried his bag alone and walked down the teaching building.
While waiting to change shoes, I opened the shoe cabinet and saw several pink envelopes inside.
Another love letter.
Japanese high school students stuff love letters into their shoe cabinets, which is considered a traditional art.
When Kamiyagawa was in school, he would receive a lot every now and then.
"It's really distressing to be too popular."
Kamiya sighed narcissistically, and put away a few love letters without opening them, and stuffed them directly into his bag.
When packing up the love letters, a purple and white mandarin skirt outlined his figure.
He poked his head curiously.
After seeing a whole stack of envelopes in Kamiya's hand, he snorted and shook his head before disappearing.
"This guy……"
After receiving the love letter, Kamiyakawa took out his mobile phone and saw a Line message on it.
It was sent by a girl named Aragaki Keiko from the next class.
This girl added Kamiya's Line a few months ago, and then insisted on sending him "good morning" and "good night" messages every morning and evening, and occasionally shared a little bit about her daily life.
Kamiya saw her messages and almost couldn't read them back.
He usually doesn't have the time to reply to other people's lines. Socializing also takes time and energy.
Generally, except for messages sent by Onitsuka Kiriho, Kamiyagawa would reply when he saw them, and he would not respond to anyone else's messages.
Without unilateral and unresponsive communication like this, most people will give up after trying it for a few days.
But this Keiko Aragaki is different, she has persisted until now.
[Eiko Aragaki: Kamiya-san, can you come to the artificial lake? I have something to tell you. ]
[Keiko Aragaki: If you don’t come, I will...wait for you here all the time! ]
"Tsk, trouble." Kamiya looked at the message and just shook his head.
The artificial lakeside of Hualing High School is a holy place for confessions and dates.
On the last day of the semester, if you invite someone of the opposite sex there, you can know what the other person wants to do with your buttocks.
"Girl, confession is not a charge to launch an attack, but a horn for final victory. You can't defeat me like this."
Kamiya turned off the screen of his mobile phone, but after changing his shoes, he still walked towards the school's artificial lake.
This girl named Aragaki Keiko is a little too insistent and refuses to give up until she hits the wall. It would be good for both of them if she refuses in person.
…
Artificial
. lake.
The afterglow of the setting sun casts on the lake, and the water ripples.
A girl wearing a sailor uniform, a short skirt, and knee-high socks was standing nervously beside a fence.
She held an envelope in her hand.
Because I unconsciously held it too tightly, the edges of the envelope were wrinkled.
This JK girl is naturally Keiko Aragaki.
This kid's complexion is a healthy wheat color, and he has a bit of the temperament of a hot girl in high school.
She specially put on exquisite full makeup today, wore daily disposable contact lenses, and curled her hair carefully to match her already pretty face.
To be honest, it's pretty good-looking.
I don’t know how long I waited.
Keiko finally saw someone walking slowly along the stone road of the artificial lake.
Wearing a clean white shirt, his skin tone is fairer among boys, and he has a lazy temperament.
When he is careless and bored, his eyes don't have much sparkle, like dead fish eyes. But in Keiko’s eyes, it’s also particularly attractive!
That's right.
It's Kamiya-kun.
He came over after receiving his Line!
Aragaki Keiko's little heart was beating so hard that it felt like it was about to jump out of her chest.
"That, that! Good afternoon, Kamiya-kun!" After Kamiya approached, she greeted him quickly, almost biting her tongue in her anxiety.
"Ah, it's almost night now, isn't it?" Kamiyakawa stood still in front of the girl.
"This... isn't the point?"
Aragaki Keiko was a little confused, but soon thought of what she should do now.
She worked hard, lowered her head and reached out her hand, as she had rehearsed many times before, and handed the envelope in her hand to Kamiyagawa.
"Kamiya-kun, I like you! I like you very much! Please date me! This summer vacation, I want to invite you to go to the beach to play together. I, I bought a very sexy swimsuit..."
The more the girl spoke, the lower her voice became because of shyness, and finally her hands trembled slightly.
Kamiya listened to her in silence, sighed softly, then reached out and returned the envelope in Keiko Aragaki's hand without much force.
"Sorry, I can't agree. You are very good, Aragaki-san, but you are not my type." Kamiya refused casually.
Although she had made some mental preparations, Keiko still felt extremely frustrated when she was rejected in person.
She lowered her hand holding the love letter in frustration.
Next to Kamiyagawa, Mary, who didn't know when she appeared, also loosened her grip on the machete with satisfaction.
"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first. I wish you a happy life."
After rejecting the girl's wishes more seriously, Kamiya was ready to start working.
"Wait, wait a minute!" But Aragaki Keiko didn't give up, and called Kamiyagawa again, "Can you tell me? Kamiya-kun, what kind of girl do you like?"
Kamiyagawa:……
You may not believe it, but I like people who are good at fighting...
Although that was what he thought in his heart, it seemed strange to say the words, so Kamiya simply made nonsense:
"I like very smart girls who are top academics, the kind who are guaranteed to pass Waseda in college."
"Guaranteed Waseda!?"
"Isn't it possible? This is what I like."
"Of course it's possible... Then I... Then I..." Keiko Aragaki thought for a moment. With her grades, she could only rank in the middle or lower level in an ordinary high school like Hualing.
If she really loved studying, she wouldn't spend a lot of time dressing up on exam day and then confessing her love to her sweetheart.
"So, if you really like me, please study hard. Come on, girl!"
While Keiko was still lost in thought, Kamiya turned around and waved goodbye.
As the co-master of ghosts and gods appointed by the higher authorities, he believed that ordinary people's youthful campus love was destined to miss him.
This classmate Aragaki Keiko is neither a ghost talker like Hannya or Mari, nor is she as proficient in the spirit-killing skills as Onizuka Kirihota. If she really gets too close to Kamiya, it will definitely not be a good thing for her.
As for "If you love me, take the Waseda exam", of course it's nonsense.
Why is it so easy to get into a world-class institution like Waseda University?
And even if a miracle happens, if Aragaki Keiko has divine help and is possessed by the god of learning Ninomiya Kinjiro, she will actually go to Waseda University.
After entering such a top university, her horizons will be broader and she will come into contact with many outstanding people.
By then, the "Kamiya-kun" I loved when I was young will definitely be nothing.
"And if she really went to Waseda, then I should have done a good thing, right?"
As Kamiya walked, he laughed helplessly in his heart.
At this time, Aragaki Keiko, who was frozen in place, finally reacted.
She looked up and saw only the back of Kamiya River, stretched very long and far away under the afterglow of early autumn.
It seems lonely and unapproachable.
"It doesn't matter even if you lied to me... I will study hard, just watch, Kamiya-kun!"
The girl clenched her fists and made a decision in her heart.
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