The next day, Shinji Kamihara sat in front of the computer in his study and yawned.

He didn't sleep all night.

It's not about reading books and learning, but about reading some thriller and horror novels to accumulate experience for writing urban legends in the future.

This situation has been going on for more than half a month.

That's why he sleeps every time he goes to school, but the teachers and students don't get out of the way.

Because Shinji Kamihara was like this when he was a freshman in high school. Of course, this is not the case in junior high school, after all, my father was still alive when I was in junior high school.

After becoming an orphan a year ago, the original owner gave up on himself, and every day when he went home, he played games online, and went to sleep when he arrived at school.

The teacher understood the situation and wanted to enlighten him. But obviously the effect is not good, and over time, I can only sigh helplessly, and I don't care.

After frying yourself two poached eggs and soaking in a glass of milk. After breakfast, Shinji Kamihara picked up his schoolbag and prepared to go to school.

"Ernie sauce!"

As soon as he went out to lock the door, he heard a familiar voice. He looked to the side, it was an eleven or twelve-year-old Lori, but the other party looked at him with a blank look on his face.

"Junko, good morning."

Smiling and saying hello, Shinji Kamihara also looked to the side. I noticed some uniformed moving company employees moving things from inside the room.

"Good morning, Kamihara-kun, I didn't bother you." At this time, a gentle and virtuous wife walked out of the room.

Although Nami Kojima still looks haggard, her eyes are bright, and they are much better than before.

"No, I'm going to school." Shinji Kamihara was a little surprised, "Sister Kojima, are you going to move?" ”

Shinji Kamihara had just crossed over a month ago and learned a little about the world, but just as he was thinking about how to write his first urban legend, it was the Kojima family next door who made him decide.

At that time, Nami Kojima and Junko, mother and daughter, were still victims of domestic violence.

At that time, every time he came back in the afternoon, he could see Nami Kojima, whose eyes were blank and numb. Even when the other party goes downstairs to throw garbage, sometimes they accidentally hit the wall.

It's like an empty shell, a soulless walking corpse.

And Shinji Kamihara is familiar with this mother and daughter, or because every time the other husband's husband is violent, Nami Kojima will let Junko come out to hide.

Because her husband went crazy, even her daughter would beat her together.

Once the other husband's chased out the door and wanted to drag Junko back. He happened to go out to buy something at the supermarket and saw Junko crying and shouting.

He was irritable at the time, so he beat the other party and then called the police.

But after all, it was a family affair of the Kojima family, and the police only mediated when they came over, so they didn't care about it anymore.

In those days, Junko would run to his house every time to avoid the limelight... It was also on the evenings of those days that he wrote "Sight in the Cracks."

Of course, he didn't let Kojima's husband see the photo for the first time, but inadvertently let the other party look at it after a week.

At this glance, in just three days, the news came that Kojima's husband had committed suicide in the company.

And without her husband's violence, Nami Kojima has gradually regained her vitality, and recently she can see the smile on each other's face from time to time.

As for the grief of her husband's death, there may have been before. But every fist and kick intersection is a drain of feelings. Nami Kojima has long lost half of her feelings for her husband.

"Thanks to Kamihara-kun's previous care." Nami Kojima bowed slightly, her eyes were attentive, and she smiled, "I'm going to take Junko back to my hometown, after all, the rent in Meguro is a bit expensive." ”

Shinji Kamihara nodded, indeed.

Housing prices in Meguro are among the top five in Tokyo, and they are gradually rising every year.

Fortunately, the house he lives in has already paid the mortgage to the original owner's father. Otherwise, he probably has to move.

"Need help?"

"No, there are people with moving companies, it's enough." Nami Kojima looked at Shinji Kamihara who was carrying a schoolbag, and hurriedly said, "It's not too early, it's almost class time, you can go to school quickly." Junko, come and say goodbye to your big brother. ”

Junko looked at Shinji Kamihara reluctantly, she was already twelve years old, and she knew that this distinction might never see her big brother. Thinking about it, tears flowed in his eyes, and he stared at Shinji Kamihara with watery eyes, and said in a choked voice, "Goodbye to Ernie-chan." ”

"Goodbye, if you have any troubles, you can call my brother." Smiling slightly, there is no feast in the world that will not be dispersed, and Shinji Kamihara didn't say anything, and entered the elevator with his schoolbag.

The moment the elevator door closed, he could hear Junko's crying and Nami Kojima's comforting voice.

For some reason, Shinji Kamihara's mood suddenly became happy.

I had been watching the stories of the perpetrators from a notepad, which was depressing.

But now that he has learned from reality that after the abuser died, he saved a family in disguise, and his mood is much better.

Sometimes happiness is as simple as that.

As for Junko, maybe the other party will forget about him when he goes back to his hometown and goes to a new school, and after meeting new friends.

Thinking about it, Shinji Kamihara felt a little lost in his heart. After all, he crossed over before, and he was under the pressure of death, but it was the well-behaved Junko who made him relax.

Soon, he was at school.

As usual, when the class started, he slept directly on his desk. He sat in the last seat, and the teacher didn't bother to care about him.

Sleep time flies, and when he hears the school bell, Shinji Kamihara stretches his waist every day, packs up his things and goes straight out of the classroom door.

The Ghost Club is a club that the original owner joined a year ago. He didn't quit the club after crossing over, after all... Isn't he fragrant in a small game room?

You can also relax your tense spirit in the club.

"Hello senior, can you ask a question?"

When I came to the club classroom building, I heard a voice before I went upstairs. Turning his head slightly, it was a first-year boy.

The reason why we know the grade level is because the uniforms of students in each grade at Sakuraaki High School are slightly different.

The brooch on the chest of the first-grade uniform is orange, the second-grade is bright yellow, and the third-grade is dark blue. And the girls' uniforms are embodied in ribbons.

"What's the matter?" Shinji Kamihara said lightly.

"Excuse me, senior, do you know what floor the Ghost Club is on?"

Hearing this, he glanced up and down at the other party, and found that the other party was wearing glasses, his face was slightly round, and a wise gaze flashed in his eyes from time to time.

"Come with me." Shinji Kamihara spoke directly, "You're lucky, it just so happens that I'm a member of the Ghost Society." ”

When Umisaki Hairen heard this, he was surprised, and hurriedly followed the footsteps of Shinji Kamihara.