In the small waiting platform at the foot of Inari Shrine, Isayama and I sat speechless. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Two people who have known each other for less than six hours, even if they don't talk about the age difference, they won't have anything to talk about.

In other words, if I can talk about it for the first time we meet, I will be able to talk about becoming a friend who hates to meet late, and I have to offer my knees.

At midnight, sitting quietly in the dimly lit waiting platform, two men who couldn't see their faces clearly -- such a picture, no matter how you imagine it, feels grotesque and a little scary and weird.

It's easy to think of a frightening presence like a ghost.

Could there be a ghost or something all of a sudden? It's like the kind of ten horror legends in the city, the man named Isayama next door was suddenly possessed by an evil ghost, showing Bai Sensen's teeth and smiling back at me?

Hell, though?

I'm not afraid of ghosts.

I was eating potato chips while my mind was cranky to pass the time.

Isayama Aohe next door really turned his head abruptly—in the manner of a clockwork doll, creaking and turning his head towards me little by little.

Ghost!

The ghost has appeared!

The ghost has appeared before my eyes!

I felt as if my bladder was about to explode when a large bottle of Pepsi was suddenly filled with it.

"If you're going to catch the last train here..."

Isayama Qinghe, who turned his head in a strange posture, suddenly spoke.

"I advise you to give up."

Just to admonish me in such a dry voice, it's not to suddenly become a ghost.

If it weren't for that, I really thought he was demon-possessed.

It turned out that it didn't become a ghost, hey! They can still talk well!

The urine almost scared out, hey!

This is not an exaggerated rhetorical device, it is really almost scareless.

"It's... Really...? ”

I'm sure I must have been crying when I said this.

Horror movies or something, spare me!

My teeth are shaking, hey! The chips in my mouth have fallen to the ground, and hey!

But luckily... I patted my chest.

Then again...

What the hell...

I'm not afraid.

No kidding, I've always been very serious, I never like to joke with people, I'm really not afraid of ghosts, I'm just afraid of the unknown.

You know, it's scary because of the unknown, ghosts are like that, and so is death.

I'm not afraid of ghosts, I'm really not kidding.

"Can you explain why? Why don't I take this bus. ”

"The reason can't tell you,"

Isayama's face peeked out of the shadows, and I saw that his eyebrows were tangled together, as if he was distressed about something, something unspeakable.

"Anyway, it's better not to get in the car."

Isayama's tone was like desert barrenness, but I always felt that he seemed absent-minded.

Thinking about something?

After saying this, he turned his head back and disappeared into the shadows, not as if he wanted to continue communicating with me.

Be... Dispensable exhortation... Listen or not.

In this case... Why did he ask me not to take the bus?

Is there a special reason why it's a well-intentioned reminder, or is it just a prank?

It can't be... Not to mention that he doesn't look like the type of joker, I've been kind to him before, and I wouldn't deliberately make fun of me.

Isayama's inexplicable speech was at all confusing for a moment.

But anyway, this is the last bus in the neighborhood, and if I don't get up, I'll probably have to sleep on the streets.

Even I wouldn't like to sleep on the side of the road, shivering in the cold wind.

I'd love to ask him about it.

Carefully observing the Isayama Qinghe, he was like a bodhisattva who was enshrined, half-hidden in the darkness, motionless.

Forget it.

It doesn't look like he wants to communicate with me.

Let's go find a toilet first to solve personal physiological problems.

As luck would have it, when I came out of the supermarket toilet, the bus came from the other side of the road.

There were very few people in the car, and there were only six of them, including me—an old lady sitting by the door, a young man and a woman snuggling up to each other in the front seat, and then Isayama Qinghe, alone in the back of the car.

When he saw me get into the car, he stared at me for a while, and then sat there like a rock, without squinting, but in his sad eyes, I could see more or less his disappointment that I had not listened to his advice.

With inexplicable feelings, I did not sit with him, but sat in front of the old lady - after all, it was by the door, and it was convenient to get out of the car.

The car continued on, and after about two or three stops, another man came up, presumably a woman, wearing a white coat, wrapped herself tightly, and her face was unclear. She walked ghostly from front to back, and as she passed by me, an eerie cold wind blew through the back of my neck.

I couldn't help but fight a cold war.

The car started and went on, and after a while, the old lady went crazy and beat me who was sitting in front of her, and scolded me for stealing her purse.

I was inexplicable and couldn't understand the situation at all, but I was not happy to be slandered like this. Exit rebuttal:

"Old guy, at such an age, why is he still spewing blood!"

But the old lady still persevered, holding my hand and not letting go, going to the police station in front of me to die or live.

The car was so upset that the sleeping couple in front of them were woken up, and they opened their hazy sleepy eyes and looked at the two of us, but the old lady still didn't give up, just shouted to go to the police station, and told the driver to stop immediately, saying that it was not far from the police station.

The car stopped, but the door was not opened.

The old lady asked:

"Why haven't you opened the door yet?"

But at this time, the driver said:

"Strange, why can't the door open?"

This sentence made the old lady's eyes widen,

"How so?!"

She couldn't believe it.

Then, the people in the car found that not only the door could not be opened, but also the window could not be opened.

And the old lady, who was still alive and wanted to arrest me and go to the police station, sat on the ground like a noodle, looking terrified.

"It's over..."

I wanted to be sarcastic, and God couldn't even stand her spewing blood, but the old lady's frightened and desperate stare at me made me unbearable—it seemed that I had never been there before when I almost fought with the old lady.

But is that so?

I don't understand, is it enough to be sad just because the wallet is gone?

I was in doubt, and always felt that something seemed to be missing, and suddenly I noticed that the old lady did not look right, and muttered a word - ghost!

Ghost? Ghost?!

Following the old lady's gaze, I suddenly turned around... The woman in white is standing behind me!

A face with only a mouth smiled at me.

Turns out she's a ghost!

My heart was cold.

……

In other words, if this is just an ordinary test of courage story, it will basically end here, and the results after that can be easily guessed without telling them, but since I can still stand here and brag and fart, things must have taken a terrible turn.

At this time, just before I was so scared that I was about to faint, I saw that Isayama Qinghe, who was sitting in the last row, seemed to be prepared, and he took out a handful of yellowed grass clippings from his shabby briefcase, and said something in his mouth.

"Definitely!"

As the last shocking word 'Ding' bloomed from Isayama's mouth, the female ghost in white seemed to be controlled by a majestic force and couldn't move.

"Onmyoji!"

The female ghost screamed, as if she was about to puncture her eardrums!

Although her body was frozen by Isayama's spell and couldn't move, the female ghost still twisted her head, twisted her neck into a twisted rag, and turned her head to Isayama with a creaky crunch, screaming miserably.

"I won't let you go!"

Hey, Miss Ghost over there, don't talk if you can't move your little finger.