Inugami ate about half of his eyes and returned to the shikigami statue.
Kamiyakawa, on the other hand, was wearing a white hood of a leather coat, staring at the man he had just rescued.
"strangeness."
He thought secretly in his heart.
The man in front of him was similar to the one he met in Yunu's room earlier.
However, the previous one disappeared before I could take a closer look at it.
The one that was rescued in time is still "alive" and can be observed carefully.
After taking a closer look, Kamiyagawa could confirm that this man was indeed not a Kaitan, and there was no aura of Kaidan about him.
But at the same time he is not a stranger.
There was also no breath of life on the man's body.
You know, even those half-dead people I met in Aokigahara before, whose souls were broken and stupid because of too many deaths, and who were about to turn into human beings, still had a little bit of life in them after all. Human breath.
But the man in front of him had none of it.
It was as if his living soul had been completely stripped away from his body.
"If the living soul is completely separated from the body, it will turn into a monster, right? But this man looks normal on the outside... So what exactly is he?"
Kamiya was confused.
After thinking to no avail, he spoke to the man: "Name."
Hiramoto was too frightened. After a while, his eyes finally focused: "Oh, ah... Hiramoto, my name is Hiramoto and Noboru."
"Why did you come here?"
"I...I don't know. I went to the Grand Hotel to spend the night with my friends, and I don't know what happened. When I woke up, I came here."
Hiramoto said this.
He has a great attitude towards Kamiya.
After all, he watched this leather-clad weirdo with his own eyes kill the monster with eyes on his waist just now, neatly and effortlessly.
Ping Ben is still sober. No matter what the origin of the weirdo in front of him is, he must hug his thighs at this time.
If you follow him, you might be able to get out of this hellish place.
Kamiyagawa observed the expressions of Hiramoto and Noboru, but did not say anything immediately.
I just thought in my heart: "The Grand Hotel was abandoned decades ago. This man named Hiramoto Kazushige said that he entered the other world after spending the night with his friends in the hotel. In other words, he I have been staying at the Live Fish Hotel for at least several decades."
Hiramoto: "What should I call you?"
Kamiya: "You don't need to call me."
"Okay...okay."
"Does the writing on the wall have something to do with you?"
"I don't know." Hiramoto, who slowly recovered from the shock, shook his head. At this point, he did not choose to hide anything, "I just saw a line of words that looked like my handwriting. But I don't remember writing that... I just woke up here."
"good."
Listening to this statement, Hiramoto and Noboru seemed to have no memory of his decades in the Live Fish Hotel.
"Suppose he was still alive when he first came in, but his soul slowly peeled off as he died one after another. At first, he could barely remember what he encountered in the Living Fish Hotel, so he could leave advice and handwriting on the wall. But time After a long time, many people died, and the living soul completely separated from the body, and they could not remember the previous things at all."
Kamiya made a reasonable guess based on the available information.
"If you think about it this way, Hiramoto and Noboru should have become something similar to "魑". Could it be that...it is not certain what a living person will become after losing his or her soul in the other world. Is there any other state besides "evil"? "
"Then what state will it become and what kind of control should it be subject to? Different regional terrains?"
Kamiyagawa's thinking has always been relatively active, and he has vaguely grasped some key things.
After secretly paying attention, Kamiya spoke to the uneasy Hiramoto again: "Get up and follow me."
"Okay, okay!"
The latter is certainly desirable.
In fact, as the conductor of the Kisaragi Train, Kamiyagawa could have found a spacious corridor in the Living Fish Inn, summoned Kisaragi Station, and sent Hiramoto and Noboru back to reality.
But he didn't intend to do that.
At least I don't plan to do this until I figure out what Ping Ben is now.
…
Kamiya asked the little old man to open the way again, and started to explore the Live Fish Hotel based on the map exploration speed shown in "Kaitan Monogatari".
Hiramoto and Noboru followed carefully.
At first, he will try to talk to Kamiya.
He asked in a roundabout way if he was sure he could get him out of this hellish place.
But Kamiya paid little attention to him.
After that, Ping Ben wisely said nothing and just followed quietly.
I walked around the Live Fish Hotel for nearly an hour and found nothing.
The scene around him remained unchanged.
The damp and smelly carpets, the burgundy mottled wallpaper are driving people crazy, and the overhead lights are constantly noisy.
Even Kamiyagawa would feel psychological discomfort after staying in this ghost place for a long time.
He was already considering whether to exit this map if he wandered around for a while longer.
As for Hiramoto and Noboru, Kamiya plans to use Kisaragi Station to send him away, not to reality, but to Dreamland.
That's Kamiya's territory, and it's also guarded by Duobao's Usagi Maru.
By staying there, Hiramoto and Noboru would at least not continue to die.
The terrain of the Live Fish Hotel map is always changing. If you leave Hiramoto here and enter the map next time, you may not have a chance to see him again.
Kamiyakawa stopped and was about to say something.
At this moment--
Buzz, buzz.
The lights overhead flickered faster and the sudden noise became more harsh.
The flickering light illuminated the damp corridor into a dark red.
Kamiyakawa heard the voice of a young woman humming a ballad with a strange melody:
"The bones were melting and the pain was excruciating.
It was like tearing my chest, and I was so sad.
Fall is a natural punishment, and repentance cannot be conveyed.
not enough--
Not enough, not enough, not enough, not enough
Not satisfied yet..."
At the same time, from the front corridor, the sound of hard leather shoes stepping on the wet carpet could be heard, and the sound of "kacha kacha" like a sharp object scratching through the wall could be heard.
It seemed like something was coming.
Kamiyakawa's eyes narrowed and his eyes became deep.
But I didn’t see the aura that a ghost story should have in front of me.
A ghost story with a strong hidden aura?
Or, what came over was not a weird story at all?
"Abba..."
The little old man walking in front turned back to look at his master, and then turned into a ghostly aura, temporarily returning to the bird's bronze pair.
Snap, snap, kacha kacha.
A very oppressive voice continued to approach.
From the corner ahead, a figure appeared.
Kamiyakawa saw clearly that it was a man who came out.
A man with a "professional elite face". He looks like he is in his twenties or seventies. He has neatly combed back hair and shiny leather shoes on his feet.
But she was wearing a very large red dress.
He also held an extended boning knife in his hand, and rubbed the sharp knife against the wall.
The strange appearance makes this man look funny and weird.
The moment the man walked out of the corner of the corridor, the woman's singing stopped.
"Got you."
The corners of the man's mouth raised and he looked at Hiramoto and Noboru.
Then he turned his attention to
Moving to Kamiyagawa: "Oh? A strange story I haven't seen before? An outsider?"
Because he was wearing the [Oni's Leather Clothes], which covered the aura of a living person and instead exuded the aura of a kaidan, the man regarded Kamiyagawa as a kaidan.
"Who are you?"
Kamiyagawa looked directly at the strange man.
He noticed that the man in the red dress also had no aura of ghost stories, nor did he have the aura of a living person.
Theoretically speaking, it should belong to the same category as Pingben and Den.
"Yes, we can communicate. Yes, otherwise, Hiramoto and Den would have been killed long ago." The man still smiled, and then pointed at Hiramoto with the boning knife in his hand, "As for who I am, ask him You’ll know if you don’t.”
"I don't know you at all!" Faced with the man in the red dress who talked about weird things, he was normally frightened and uneasy, and hid behind Kamiyagawa, "This guy must be a monster too, hurry up, kill him quickly!"
"Ah." The man in the red dress tilted his head, "So Piramoto, you haven't had time to lift up your sleeves and take a look this time. Haha, don't you take a look?"
"What are you talking about..."
Ping Ben was about to retort, but his eyes subconsciously looked at the cuff of his right hand, and the words he wanted to say suddenly got stuck in his throat.
He saw black handwriting on his wrist.
Ping Ben opened his cuffs suddenly and saw the same sentence densely written on his entire arm: "Don't be caught by that perverted man in the red skirt!"
Not only on the right hand, but also on the wrist of the left hand!
"What's this?"
"I really like seeing your frightened face."
The man in the red dress smiled even more happily.
"Kill him quickly, this guy will kill us!"
Hiramoto began to ask Kamiyagawa for help.
Although this man in leather is also very strange, he is his only support.
However, Kamiya was unmoved and continued to look at the man in the red dress: "Name."
"Oh? Chihiro Miyauchi."
Seeing Piramoto's horrified face, the man in the red dress seemed to be satisfied, and this time he announced his name.
"Why do you want to kill him? You are the same kind." Kamiyakawa continued to ask.
Miyauchi shook the boning knife up and down in his hand: "Then you have to ask Mr. Hiramoto, what did he do before coming to the Live Fish Hotel?"
"I didn't do anything!" Hiramoto shouted.
"Aha, he said he didn't do anything." Chihiro Miyauchi said in a high voice, "But sometimes you really don't seem to remember what you did. You forget too many things. But it doesn't matter, I I brought this."
He fished out a few photos from the pocket of his wide red skirt and threw them over.
Kamiya bent down and picked up one.
This photo looks like a forensic autopsy photo.
It looks like it has some age.
In the photo, there was a mutilated corpse of a young woman with some words written on it.
Because the photo itself is so old, the writing on it cannot be clearly photographed.
But Kamiya’s eyes were fixed, and he could still tell them apart——
Words such as "***" and "female animal" are disgusting.
The handwriting does not seem to have been left by the same person.
But they are all written with black ink pen.
Kamiya said nothing, held the photo between his index and middle fingers, and handed it to Hiramoto.
After the latter saw the above content, his expression became more and more horrified: "No! No, I didn't do this! It has nothing to do with me!"
With that said, he turned around and ran away.
Chihiro Miyauchi, who was wearing a red dress, was faster.
The wide red skirt on his body swayed so fast that it was beyond the scope of human movement, passing by the gods.
Beside Gu, Hiramoto and Nobu were thrown to the ground violently.
The latter struggled constantly.
Gonguchi raised the handle of the boning knife high and hit Hiramoto hard on the back of the head. His originally gentle face was filled with a ferocious and bloody expression.
The lights on the ceiling flickered, on and off, and the burgundy corridor was dark red.
In the palace, Banping and Den were hit until they were bleeding, and they stopped only after being unable to resist.
As for Kamiya, he acted like an outsider throughout the whole process, holding the hilt of the Ichimonji sword in his hand, standing there without moving, watching everything indifferently.
"Huh, good, I can still breathe." Miyauchi Qianyu gasped, shook his bloody hand and stood up, "This foreign weirdo...should I call you sir? Or something else? "
"gentlemen."
"Okay, Mr. Kaidan from outside. Oh, by the way, why are you with Heimoto?"
"I saved him from two inn ghost talkers."
"Ah...save someone? Then why didn't you stop me just now?"
"What do you think?"
"Haha, weird stories with concepts of good and evil are really... rare. Mr. weird stories, since you didn't choose to stop me, I won't stop you from doing anything here. I wish you a happy stay at the Live Fish Hotel."
Gong Nai dragged up one of her half-flat feet like a dead dog, as if planning to leave.
"Wait a minute." Kamiya stopped him.
"Is there anything else?"
"How much do you know about the Live Fish Hotel?"
"Many, many." Miyauchi Qianyu's face was stained with blood, and the corners of his mouth were raised, which made him look even weirder. "Mr. Weird Tales, do you want to hear it?"
"Speak if you wish."
"There's a lot to talk about, why don't you come and sit at my place? There are no weird stories as...interesting as yours in the Living Fish Hotel. I think we will have a great time chatting."
…
Of course, Kamiya would not reject Chihiro Miyauchi’s proposal.
The other party is not a living person.
And in terms of physical function, it is much stronger than similar Ping Ben and Den.
But so what?
There was really no need for Kamiyakawa to be afraid of him.
The two walked in the corridor of the Live Fish Hotel for a while. Chihiro Miyauchi seemed to know the layout of the place very well, and he did not hesitate when faced with a fork in the road.
We walked for about ten minutes.
Kamiyagawa kept his hand on the hilt of the Ichimonji sword and asked Miyauchi who was walking in front: "You know you are no longer alive, right?"
"certainly."
Miyauchi Qianyu's tone was calm and natural.
"Then what are you?"
"逭." Miyauchi answered immediately, as if he had no intention of holding anything back, "Oh - Mr. Kaidan, we are here."
There is a door embedded in the mottled wall in front.
It was different from the hotel room doors Kamiyagawa had encountered before.
This is a double-open iron door.
