Chapter 85 Riyun Dusk
When I was sorting out old things, I found an old mobile phone and a few old photos that had turned yellow due to time.
A scrapped old mobile phone, which has no other use except for viewing photos. In addition, there are a few photos. Most of the photos were taken with Misako. They have been taken for too long and the face has faded and turned yellow. Only the girl in the photo still has a bright and energetic smile.
Yayoi looked down one by one and found a photo that was older than the photo with Misako.
Before graduating from elementary school, Yayoi had been living in Tokyo. The buildings in the modern metropolis were very tall. When night fell, they were covered with beautiful and bright firelight. The Amamiya family lived in Sumida Ward. A few years after moving to Tokyo, the Sumida Ward Skytree Construction began, was completed six years ago, and was put into operation the same year.
Not long ago, he went to Sumida to perform a mission. After completing the mission, Yayoi stood on the bridge of the Sumida River. The river below was surging with black waves. He looked from a distance at the Skytree tower that stood among the rows of buildings like draped stars. The lights were so warm. Like a lit bonfire.
Many years ago, she passed through this city in a hurry.
Many people and many things will not stay where they are forever and wait. The river of time has long carried those people or things to places they don’t know.
Yayoi looked at the yellowed old photo. The picture was a little blurry, but it did not prevent her from seeing the faces of the people in the photo, her own face, her mother's face, and the face of a high school girl with a ponytail.
Gently rubbing the old photo with her fingertips, she vaguely remembered that the high school girl in the photo was the daughter of the family living next door to hers. She was lively and chic, but by chance, Yayoi saw her in the corridor. She was smoking around the corner, and the diffuse smoke blurred her face.
Her back was to Yayoi, who stood behind her, looking at the rising and falling smoke and the girl's back shrouded in smoke.
It took her a long time to notice that there was a little red-haired man standing behind her. She hurriedly pinched the cigarette and threw it into the ashtray that came with the trash can.
"Sorry, sorry." The girl laughed and scratched the back of her head.
Yayoi didn't understand why she was apologizing, she didn't hurt anyone, and if she really wanted to apologize, she should also apologize to her body.
As we all know, smoking is harmful to health.
*
Kawasaki City, Kanagawa Prefecture
Seventeen-year-old Junpei Yoshino is an ordinary student at Kanagawa Prefectural Sato Sakura High School.
Yoshino Junpei's hobby is watching movies, and his favorite movie genre is horror movies. Not only can I watch movies, but I can also analyze the plot and characters of the movie with great concentration, and write down movie reviews seriously.
When I was a freshman in high school, I established an imaging research association with two film and television enthusiasts.
Kanagawa Prefectural Sato Sakura High School's admission rate is good, and Yoshino Junpei's grades are also in the upper-middle range. If he follows the normal trajectory, he will spend a good high school career in the Imaging Research Association with two like-minded students, and then take the exam again. Go to college.
When he was a sophomore in high school, Yoshino Junpei went through the formalities of suspending his studies at school. His mother, Yoshino Nagi, vaguely knew what happened to her son. She did not make any major demands for her son's suspension of studies, but silently supported her son's decision. .
When the devil's moment comes, the hot atmosphere still lingers on the ground, the gorgeous sunset fills the sky over Kanagawa, and the black shadows on the ground extend and cross each other.
Since his first year in high school, Yoshino Junpei has become less fond of going out. Most of the time, he likes to stay at home and watch movies by himself. At the moment of the devil, when he came back to his senses, he watched the golden-red glow shrinking little by little, and the red sun sinking in the sky. In the rows of buildings, the night pours out from the horizon like a tide, flooding the sky little by little.
You will feel very lonely at this time.
Some people say that humans are social animals, and social animals cannot live alone.
Different people will stick together to survive. This is also the root of human bad nature. People who like to stay in a group to survive also like to gather in groups to vent their malice wantonly and inflict violence on others.
The deep twilight splashed on the walls, and the dark atmosphere that filled the corners where the sun didn't shine was so strong that it was suffocating.
Yoshino Junpei, who rarely went out to run an errand for his mother, was blocked by a few guys on the street. In the streets where people were coming and going, everyone was living in their own busy lives and had no time to care about others. The thin boy was squeezed into a group of people. Among them, it is so small that it is almost invisible.
One of the guys had a familiar attitude of "I know you very well, we haven't seen you for a long time." Regardless of Yoshino Junpei's wishes, he put his arms around his neck.
"It's been a long time, Junpei." The other party said with a playful smile, "Why do you always stay at home? Come out to play often."
The boy squeezed in the middle was still holding vegetables bought from the convenience store. His fingers were curled into fists and his lips were pressed into a tight line.
"Why don't you say anything?" A guy patted his face, "You make us so embarrassed."
Since it's embarrassing, don't harass him.
Yoshino Junpei took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. In front of this group of scum, his anger would only be exchanged for their more wanton laughter.
"Okay, okay, you scared Yoshino-san like this." The well-dressed high school student said in a gentle tone as he pushed aside the crowd.
Junpei Yoshino was stunned for a moment. He saw Shota Ito walking over and put his arm on his shoulders familiarly. The expression on his face was gentle and his tone was gentle.
But people's eyes can be deceiving, and so can people's expressions.
Yoshino Junpei has seen Ito Shota treat others with such an attitude, but this attitude definitely does not belong to him. In the gentle expression and tone, there is a strong and sticky malice.
"I heard that you dropped out of school, right?" Shota Ito's hand pressed his shoulder, and his laughter was so harsh that it made people's stomachs churn. "Staying at home is a wise choice."
"Yoshi-" Shota Ito slapped Yoshino Junpei's thin shoulder heavily, and the smile on his face became brighter, "Let's play a game after not seeing each other for so long."
So he was dragged to a nearby abandoned factory by these scumbags.
The sun sank below the horizon, staining the sky with ink-like blackness.
Clang——
The rolling shutter door of the factory was closed by someone outside.
The cold moonlight poured in from the window of the warehouse, and green green onion leaves hung from the plastic bags. Yoshino Junpei stood alone in the empty warehouse with the things in his hands, his body as thin as a piece of paper.
The boy slowly sat down and put down what he was holding.
The moon had already hung in the sky without knowing when, and the air was filled with faint rustling sounds. It might be mice or insects. In short, he didn't care what it was.
It's so late, mom will be worried.
Yoshino Junpei thought as his eyes fell on the green leaves peeking out of the plastic bag.
The thin boy bent his legs, leaned his back against the dirty wall, and hugged himself into a ball.
He remembered this factory. This factory had been there since he was a child. It was an old factory that existed during his parents' generation. It was also a famous supernatural place. Curious high school students liked to run in in groups to try their luck.
In early April, the demolition department settled here, but stopped the demolition work in the middle of April. It was said that the place was haunted and people were killed one after another.
Those scumbags probably didn't intend to let me go home tonight.
So what should we do tonight? Just make do here?
Yoshino Junpei smiled bitterly, he suddenly felt very tired.
…
Yoshino Junpei never told others that he could see ghosts.
He believed that there were ghosts in this world, but he had never told anyone else. What if he told You Neng? Do you expect those people to believe him? No, those 'lies' that would only self-righteously mock him.
When he first realized that there was really something unclean inside, he slapped the rolling shutter door desperately, banging the metal door loudly, and it made his palms hurt terribly, but no one paid him any attention.
After the scumbags outside locked the door, they didn't see his reaction for a while and simply left. Even if they were there, they wouldn't open the door for him.
This place is very remote, and no one would come here to hang out at this time.
Distorted laughter echoed in the empty factory, and a cold feeling ran down his spine and into his brain section by section. On what should have been a sultry summer night, the cold sweat seeping out of his back soaked his clothes.
This place is really dirty.
A thin layer of cold sweat broke out in Yoshino Junpei's palms, and endless fear enveloped his heart.
At first, they were just faint outlines, like crude pencil drawings made by a child. He never thought that these things would appear in his sight in such a vivid and terrifying form.
It was like a giant slug, with a bloated and bulky body connected to countless limbs that looked like human limbs. It stretched its body and moved its limbs in the moonlight and dust.
"It hurts... it hurts..." The distorted tone sounded in the silent moonlight, and the voice sounded like crying or laughing.
Yoshino Junpei didn't know why it cried out in pain, but he was instinctively afraid of it, not only because of its ugly and terrifying body, but also because the unknown itself is something that humans fear.
The most primitive fear of human beings is the "unknown".
"It hurts--!!"
The moment the hysterical wails started, the whole building seemed to be shaking.
Junpei Yoshino pressed tightly against the rolling shutter door behind him, sweat soaking his thin clothes.
His legs were shaking and his breathing was shaky.
He knows that he can't run fast. He's not as tall or as strong as others, so he's always bullied and called 'bean sprouts' and 'unmanly man' by those self-righteous scumbags. , was vigorously ridiculed.
But he still had to run, he still wanted to see his mother, that was his only place to go.
Yoshino Junpei moved his trembling fingers and arms. The thing screamed, "It hurts, it hurts." It slowly twisted its body like a snake, moved its limbs, and slid towards him close to the ground.
Yoshino Junpei used the strength he had never used in his life and smashed the thing in his hand hard. The glass bottles and jars shattered and spilled the sauce on the thing's head. .
The thing tore off the vegetable leaves stuck on his face and scratched his cheeks randomly, trying to clean his face. Yoshino Junpei finally stepped up his trembling legs, running away in fear while On the stairs in the distance.
"Don't go—don't go—"
The thing knocked over the already shaky iron railings on the stairs. It looked like some kind of multi-legged arthropod, and when it moved its limbs, it made a series of drum-like thumping sounds.
Will die, will die.
The roar behind the boy who was running away like his life was deafening, so sharp that it almost pierced his eardrums. As soon as he stopped, he would be swallowed by the mouth, and no bones would be left.
He still wants to run, he wants to escape, he doesn't want to die, he is not ready to end his life, even if his life is so messed up by those scum, he does not want to die, he still has his mother, then It's his only remaining light.
If he dies, my mother will cry.
Mom doesn't like to cry. She didn't cry even when she was separated from that person. She didn't cry or complain even if she had to support herself and him alone. But if he dies, mom will cry very sadly, right?
Several glass bottles crashed to the ground, rolled down the stairs, and shattered into pieces.
Yoshino Junpei fell to the ground. He wanted to run, he wanted to live, but he had no strength.
He closed his eyes in despair.
He really hated himself.
"It hurts--!!"
The thing's hysterical roar sounded again, and the abandoned factory began to tremble again. The expected pain did not come, and the sound of blood and flesh splattering lingered in his ears.
The cold and smelly liquid fell on his face and splashed on the ground.
Yoshino Junpei opened his eyes and saw the falling moonlight, as well as the bright red color in the moonlight.
The red color was like fire and blood in the dim night. The red-haired owner was holding a knife in his hand. The arc of the blade was slender and graceful. The thin and sharp blade cut open the monster's muscles and bones, and blood spilled. on the ground.
The wailing monster bent the metal railing and stumbled down the stairs.
The man stood with a knife among the stumps and blood on the ground, and the blade was dripping with blood.
It was a red-haired woman with a thin figure. The thin moonlight soaked her whole body, making her look even more slender.
*
a few days ago
Near July, Yayoi received a task, which was said to be personally sent by the superiors.
Ijichi, who gave the mission information to Yayoi, scratched his head and stood in a panic, cursing to himself, "I'm such a fool, I should have taken good care of you." He kept thinking about it, as if he was the one preparing to carry out the mission. .
Yayoi looked confused, but Satoru Gojo, who had seen so many of the dirty tricks of the rotten oranges above, had become accustomed to them. Logically speaking, with how stupid those rotten oranges were, they would not pay special attention to one of them. Yayoi is the one with the most magical power, and it was probably caused by the 'frontal blow with a battering ram' blow on Naoya Zenin.
Satoru Gojo peeked his head out from behind Yayoi. Taking advantage of his height, he glanced at ten lines. After reading the contents of the paper held by Yayoi in a condescending manner, he tilted his head slightly, leaned close to Yayoi's ear, and breathed out. On fair and red skin.
"Want to go?" Satoru Gojo said softly.
Yayoi made a face and pushed Bai Maomao's face away, "Go."
"Eh~ It's okay if you don't go~" The white cat nuzzled over to her, hung his hands on her shoulders, and rested his chin on the top of her head. The sweet smell of orange soda penetrated into him. in the nasal cavity.
"But I want to go," Yayoi said. "If I don't go, the people above will think I'm easy to bully."
The fights he had in school taught Yayoi that escaping will only make the guys who want to bully you think you are timid and easy to bully, and they will be more willing to cause trouble in the future.
Yayoi doesn't like to cause trouble for herself. If others want to cause trouble for her, she can only fight back.
"Hmm~" Satoru Gojo slowly narrowed his eyes, and the arms hanging on Yayoi's shoulders tightened little by little, and finally wrapped around her neck.
Satoru Gojo, who was sticky on her body, was like a big cat acting coquettishly, and he made a comfortable hum in his throat.
"Okay." Satoru Gojo squinted his eyes and spoke in a relaxed tone, "Remember to bring me a souvenir, a sweet souvenir~"
"Oh, by the way." Yayoi turned his head and looked at Satoru Gojo, "The next time I see that person, can I still hit him?"
"Who is that?" The cat, addicted to coquettishness, purred comfortably. For a moment, she didn't realize who Yayoi was talking about.
"What the hell is Zenin doing?" Yayoi said honestly.
"Okay, I'll carry you if you beat him to death." The big cat purred and rubbed the hair on her temples, which made her feel a little itchy.
Ijichi watched the whole process of Naoya Zenin being decided by the white-haired and red-haired people who were not fuel-efficient lamps in any sense, and he suddenly understood that he would not be able to rest for a long time.
…
The train slid onto the track, roared forward, and slid across the endless sky like a long dragon.
After the train stopped at Kanagawa-Kawasaki Station, the announcement rang. Yayoi picked up the long black leather backpack that was placed on one side, put the shoulder strap on his shoulder, and got off the train directly.
The mission location is Kawasaki City, Kanagawa Prefecture, and the destination is an abandoned factory waiting for demolition. It was a paper factory established here during the Showa era. Considering its age, it is an old building with an age. The power supply facilities and equipment inside It has aged very badly and has mottled marks on the outside of the walls that have been eroded by wind and rain. It is already a dangerous building that needs to be demolished.
The demolition of the old building should have been completed long ago, but the project had to be stopped.
The assistant supervisor who picked up Yayoi at Kawasaki Station, Ms. Akira Nitta, was a blonde girl who liked to drive fast on the road. She looked not much older than her.
Yayoi flipped through the file records in his hand, and while listening to Ms. Nitta who was driving the car explain the situation, the wind blew past the car window.
The demolition engineering team was stationed at the paper factory in early April. In mid-April, the paper factory stopped the demolition project. Externally, it was said that it was a conflict between the surrounding residents and the demolition department. Before the matter was resolved, the engineering team withdrew from the paper factory. , the matter of demolition remains to be discussed.
"Actually, it's because strange things started happening since the night when the demolition department moved in." Miss Nitta held the steering wheel and looked forward, while the black car drove smoothly on the asphalt road.
"At first it was just a series of machine failures, but later it turned into a murder case." Miss Nitta said, "The first deceased found was pushed into the sewer and drowned, and the subsequent deceased began to appear one after another, and the project was suspended. After that, the murderer stopped."
Deep gray smeared in the sky outside the car window. The bridge stopped on the highway, and the car horns honked one after another.
"We went to investigate the deceased, and apart from being colleagues, we didn't have much interaction with him," said Miss Nitta.
Yayoi put the tablet aside and said, "Please take me to the paper factory first."
"I see."
The traffic light ahead turned green for traffic, and Ms. Nitta stepped on the accelerator. The engine roared, and the black car streaked across the smooth road.
…
Yayoi spent several days killing the cursed spirit in this abandoned factory. On the first day, she killed the cursed spirit, but felt that it had not been exorcised. Sure enough, when she returned here, she saw him again. When it comes to this cursed spirit, if you kill it today, it will come back to life the next day, and the cycle repeats itself, like an endless cycle with no solution. So for several nights in a row, Yayoi clocked in at the abandoned factory, pulling out his hair every day. The sword slashed the cursed spirit.
When the car parked in front of the factory, it was already evening. Yayoi and the assistant supervisor found that the rolling shutter door of the factory was locked. The lock looked brand new and seemed to have been added not long ago.
"Yeah, yeah, this is a difficult problem." Miss Nitta knelt down with a sad face, "Who did it?"
What do you do when you are full and have nothing to do?
"It would be nice if Gojo was here." Yayoi said suddenly.
"Huh?" Miss Nitta didn't understand why Yayoi suddenly mentioned Satoru Gojo, but as we all know, Satoru Gojo is the strongest, and where he is, everything will be solved.
"He knows how to pick locks," Yayoi said.
Ms. Nitta:? ? ?
Satoru Gojo is notoriously difficult to deal with in the auxiliary supervision circle, but I have never heard of him being able to pick locks.
The strongest magician picks||What kind of lock is it?
"He picked the lock of my room many times," Yayoi said. "He was very skillful."
She had not forgotten that the first time Satoru Gojo picked the lock of her room was to make her take off her clothes.
Miss Nitta was shocked, Miss Nitta was shocked.
He actually picked the lock of the girl's room!
I didn’t expect you to be such the strongest! !
Yayoi, who walked around the factory with Miss Nitta but couldn't find any other entrance, frowned, put a long backpack on his back, and decided to climb in through the window.
Miss Nitta started to fumble for her cell phone in her pocket: "...wait a minute, I'll contact the relevant department?"
Are you too skilled at this?
Yayoi shook his head, "There is someone inside, and the curse spirit has started to move. If he doesn't hurry up, he will die."
Ms. Nitta watched helplessly as Yayoi climbed up to the fourth floor with bare hands and climbed in through the window.
Miss Nitta: "..."
So why are you so skilled? !
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The author has something to say:
Ms. Nitta: You two are so skilled at climbing out of windows, and the other is so skilled at bungee jumping. You are worthy of being siblings! (Grumpy jpg.)
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