Kazuya Sakamoto stood up, went to the bedroom with a candle lit, and gently blew out one.

In the room, I looked at myself in the mirror of the dresser.

Back in the living room.

Nothing happened.

"Ice Fruit!"

Kazuya Sakamoto made a V-shaped gesture and sat back in his seat.

On the side, Xiao Yoyoko grabbed Qiao Qiao's arm, but it was Qiao Qiao who was really trembling.

He couldn't help himself and hugged Sayoko, and at first glance, it looked like two cute frightened girls.

On the other side, two real girls also hugged each other.

Only the Yamaguchi Formation, although weak in heart, was still alone, pitiful, weak, and helpless.

"It's not very scary, it doesn't even appear weird at all, this level of story is too weak."

Natsume snorted and knocked on the table dissatisfied.

"Let me tell you the real ghost story."

"That, Natsume-san, let's let the others talk about it first, I'm a little scared that Sayoko and Qiaosan won't be able to walk later."

Kazuya Sakamoto pointed to the two.

"Well, let's do that."

Natsume pointed to the Yamaguchi formation.

Probably the first story told by Kazuya Sakamoto renders enough horror atmosphere.

The next few stories, although almost tasteful, are enough to make people's hearts beat faster.

The room was filled with the screams of everyone.

And as the time got later and later, the surrounding light gradually faded, the candles went out one by one, and the whole room became darker and darker.

I don't know if it's because Qiao Qiao's room is located at the end of the corridor and is relatively secluded, so several people have not been disturbed.

The silent night, the breezy room, the strange talk, as if there were only a few of them left in the world.

"Install the base, success!"

Sayuri Asai returned to the room from the bedroom and sat down with his legs bent.

She is the sixth storyteller.

"Here we are, Jossan."

Kazuya Sakamoto looked at Qiao Qiao.

After a period of adaptation, Sayoko is no longer as scared as she was at the beginning, plus after that, except for the ghost stories of Natsume's poetry that are really scary, the other three are just ordinary ghost stories, that is, they rely on the atmosphere to be scary.

Even Sayoko herself tells a ghost story she heard in elementary school.

I don't know why, on such occasions, as long as I tell ghost stories, I don't feel so easy to be scared.

Maybe it's a change of mentality from victim to perpetrator.

Now Sayoko is just holding Qiao Qiao's hand tightly, to this extent.

It's more like I'm happy.

"Well, let's tell a story about Satan."

Qiao Qiao was serious, sat at the table and said.

"Satan? It feels good dirt. ”

Ryōko Saito smiled.

"Is Josan such a retro person?"

Sayuri Asai was also a little curious.

"Ahem, once upon a time, there was a heinous king, and his tyranny provoked the people to revolt, but because the king's army was strong, no one could hurt him."

"Until one day a man who claimed to be a soothsayer came to the kingdom and told the king that he had seen the future of the king, and if he continued to reign like this, then in ten days Satan would come and harvest the king's soul."

"The king was so angry that he killed the soothsayer, but he was also afraid, so he hid in the deepest part of his castle, let the heavy soldiers guard his surroundings, and found many powerful people to go on an expedition to hell to try to kill Satan."

"The king is sure that he is infallible, and even the demon Satan will not be able to hurt himself even a point."

"On the tenth day, the king received the news that Satan of Hell had been killed by his own expedition, and he was very happy, thinking that the soothsayers' prophecies were false, and laughed."

"At this time, an R-36M strategic nuclear missile, codenamed 'Satan', fell over the castle and razed the king's castle to the ground, and the king himself died in the attack."

"My story is over."

“？”

The other six people looked at each other.

Is this a ghost story?

Are you sure it's not some kind of cold joke that only military otaku understand?

"Qiao San, is there something wrong with our understanding of weird stories and ghost stories?"

Natsume asked.

"Huh? Isn't it terrible, just imagine, it is the most powerful strategic nuclear weapon in the history of mankind, it was detonated because of a word from a soothsayer, and in the current social environment, the thermonuclear war caused by the use of nuclear weapons is even more terrifying, and mankind will soon face the wasteland era of needing to pick up bottle caps as currency! ”

Qiao Qiao explained.

“...... It seems a bit scary to say this. ”

Ryūko Saito twitched the corner of her mouth.

"So, I'll go."

Qiao Qiao said to Sayoko, stood up, and came to the next room.

Then you should blow out a candle and leave the last one, and then the game is over, and everyone turns on the lights and continues to gag until late at night, for a wonderful evening of school trips.

“？”

But when Qiao Qiao came to the next room.

I found that the candle here was extinguished.

The bedroom window had long been closed, and without a little wind, it was naturally impossible for it to be blown out by the wind.

Qiao Qiao suddenly had a feeling at this time.

It's at the end of the hallway, but it's too quiet, isn't it?

It's a weird attack!

The moment he realized this, Qiao Qiao saw that he was grinning in the mirror.

Qiao Qiao didn't hesitate and punched the mirror through with one punch.

The shattered glass cut through his arm, but Qiao Qiao didn't care.

Back in the living room, Qiao Qiao found that it was empty.

Sayoko is nowhere to be seen.

"Some kind of hallucination?"

Suddenly, Qiao Qiao heard a voice from the bathroom.

He walked briskly.

Then he saw a figure thrown into his arms.

"Qiao San, everyone, everyone is gone......"

Sayoko's yukata slid down to her shoulders, and the whole person threw herself into Qiao Qiao's arms, and the softness and body temperature were transmitted.

"It's okay anymore, don't be scared anymore."

Qiao Qiao grabbed Sayoko's shoulders and saw her teary-eyed face clearly.

Then, the blood from his left hand formed the arm armor, and Qiao Qiao punched and hit Sayoko directly in the face.

Poof—

The beautiful face was distorted and deformed like plasticine for a moment.

Flesh and blood splattered, and in an instant, half of Sayoko's head was sliced off by the tremendous force, turning into dirt that splattered on the walls and floor.

Sayoko's remaining half of her face still had a surprised expression on her face.

But quickly, a smile appeared on the slightly terrifying face.

"How can you tell so quickly?"

She spoke.

"Huh?"

Qiao Qiao tilted his head.

"I didn't tell."

He said.

"Anyway, let's punch first, if it's Sayoko, this punch won't hurt her at all."

“......”

On the other side, "Sayoko" showed a surprised expression.

This guy seems to have something in his head a little different!