In this atmosphere, Kitagawa Temple glanced at Tobe Tian, and then continued without stopping:

In fact, it is not so much that Kogi Soharu's condition has decreased, but that his condition has worsened. Combined with the bloody scratches on the wall when he came, it is likely that he has suffered from schizophrenia. ”

The devil in my heart.

Does this mean that the emergence of another personality completely occupies Kogi Soharu's body?

This may seem like a matter of speculation, but there is nothing wrong with that.

Thinking of this, Beichuan Temple pulled his backpack and said with a flat expression:

"Actually, there are more things that concern me more than what I just explained."

"Is there anything more important to you?" Everyone swallowed their saliva in unison, and they couldn't help shrinking their necks.

Such a terrifying thing Beichuan Temple can say without changing his face, and then he still says that there are other things that he cares about more?

It's too much-

"According to Kogi Soharu, who has turned into a resentful spirit, something should appear in this room as soon as we come into contact with it, just like the chainsaw room just now, there should be something in this room."

Kitagawa Temple analyzed.

"What..."Takashi Tanaka's face was a little ugly, he reached out and hooked Eisuke Yamaguchi's neck on the left hand side, and said with a forced dry smile without looking back: "Brother Kitagawa is just thinking too much, maybe this room is just for us to decipher..."

Takashi Tanaka couldn't go on halfway through his speech.

Because he noticed that the expressions of the people around him were a little strange when they looked at him.

Miyamoto Nokoto, Tobe Da, Eisuke Yamaguchi...

Wait a minute? Eisuke Yamaguchi?

Since Eisuke Yamaguchi is on the right hand, whose neck am I hooking?

Takashi Tanaka subconsciously turned his head.

A man.

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that the other party's head had been split into two halves, he would definitely have a good time with the other party-

"Haha... Ha ha... Ha..."Takashi Tanaka stretched out his finger and pointed at the other party, and then pointed at himself with a dry smile, and after a long time without laughing before he shouted out full of despair and grievance: "Brother Beichuan save me!" ”

In fact, without Tanaka Takashi opening his mouth, when he saw the other party's movements, Kitagawa Temple had already jumped up and used his arm to exert force, and smashed his fist on the opponent's head, which was already cut in half.

Boom!!!!!

Smack!

Takashi Tanaka's face was full of finely minced pieces of meat, and his mouth was still stained with the other party's stinky and purple tongue...

"Are you alright?" Beichuan Temple withdrew his hand and asked somewhat.

... Do I look like I'm fine?

Takashi Tanaka fell to the ground softly, his eyes were stunned, and he wanted to open his mouth several times to say this, but he still held back.

After all, Beichuan Temple asked himself out of kindness, and without Beichuan Temple, his life would have been explained here a long time ago, and he can't take revenge as a man.

It's just that...

"Brother Beichuan, can't you be gentle?" Takashi Tanaka, who weighs more than 100 pounds, is aggrieved like a little daughter-in-law.

He was only saying this halfway, and the next moment there was the familiar sound of flesh exploding, and then his head was sprinkled with jet-black liquid.

It turned out that I don't know when, another resentful spirit fell from the ceiling, but as soon as the other party appeared, he was kicked by Kitagawa Temple, so Takashi Tanaka was not injured, and it was a gratifying ending all in all.

But—

This black liquid is smelly and astringent, and Takashi Tanaka, who is full of this liquid, only feels that he is in hell.

He wanted to cry without tears, only feeling that being looked down upon by these resentful spirits was simply a blood mold that had poured eight lifetimes.

"These liquids will soon dissipate into the purest resentment, and you don't have to pay much attention to it." Kitagawa Temple kindly explained, and then looked at the remnants of the resentful spirits that were gradually dissipating on the ground.

Judging by the costumes of the two men, the wraith hanging from the ceiling should be the live broadcast baseball hat. The other man was dressed in a doctor's outfit and appeared to be the former attending psychiatrist of Kogi Soharu.

The baseball cap was so dead that there were no spirits left.

Then the sister of Miyamoto Nokoto, who was traveling with him...

Kitagawa Temple looked back at Miyamoto and shook his head gently.

And seeing the movements of Kitagawa Temple, Miyamoto Nokoto also turned pale, and his fingers grabbed his cuffs.

To be honest, things have come to this point, and she is almost ready to accept the facts.

My sister is dead... Maybe it will become a baseball hat.

Miyamoto took a deep breath, stabilized her mood a little, and nodded at Kitagawa Temple.

To be honest, if it weren't for the gloomy environment now, it is estimated that she would have been discovered by the other three people long ago.

Kitagawa Temple lowered his body and pulled out another bronze key from the bodies of the two resentful spirits.

And at the moment when Kitagawa Temple found the key, the speaker hanging in the corner made an unacceptable sound:

"Wait! You guy! How did you do that?! Normal people are absolutely impossible... What kind of means did you use! ”

The clown hidden in the speaker spoke in a fierce tone, and his words could not be kept calm.

According to the script, here in Beichuan Temple, they should all die here and become the new food of the spiritual realm.

But why is everything messed up now, and it doesn't follow the script at all?!

There was resentment and resentment in its tone, and it continued to come out of the speaker like a knife:

"No matter how you do it! Then you're all dead! I'm going to kill you with my own hands!" You moths don't have the right to live in this world! ”

Hearing this bloody and tyrannical sentence, everyone broke into a cold sweat, and they subconsciously looked at Beichuan Temple, only to find that Beichuan Temple's eyes were shining, and there was a sense of anticipation on his expressionless face.

"......" everyone lowered their heads silently.

Okay, Brother Beichuan, just have fun.

As the other party finished speaking, the bookcase collapsed, revealing the secret door behind it.

The metal lock reflects the brilliance of the flashlight.

"With the keys you have in your hands! Come, come to me! I'm going to break your necks! ”

The other party smirked over the speaker, and the next moment-

Kitagawa Temple suddenly kicked sideways on top of the iron gate.

With the sound of rumbling like a big truck running over, this iron gate was kicked three or four meters away by Beichuan Temple along with the door frame.

The world is quiet.

The snarling stopped.

The sound behind the speaker is gone.

Let's pretend nothing happened.

This seems to be the attitude of the other side.

"Let's go." Kitagawa Temple tossed the key aside and turned back to beckon.

"......" the crowd.

The four people behind him glanced at the iron gate connected to the door frame, and then at Beichuan Temple, and their faces were complicated for a long time before nodding and entering it.

......

To be honest, Kitagawa Temple is in a pretty good mood.

This spiritual realm gives him a pretty good feeling, and it really gives him the feeling that he is breaking through a haunted house.

To be honest, if it weren't for the four oil bottles behind him, he actually planned to spend a little time walking around this spiritual realm.

After all, it would be possible to find more clues that way, rather than rushing to the next place as it is now.

The conversation turned.

Hidden behind a secret door is a shabby apartment scene.

The long corridor seems to stretch the soul, and it is impossible to see the bottom at all.

Either way, this should be the last scene.

From the clown... That is, his meaning can also be heard in Kogi Zengchun's words.

In this cold environment, Miyamoto Naikoto, who was already the weakest physique, couldn't help but shrink his neck.

She subconsciously pinched the flashlight that had been replaced and shone it around.

The light is scattered...

Under the illumination of the flashlight, Miyamoto Nokoto seemed to hear some familiar sound.

This familiar sound is getting louder and louder... More and more urgent... It's getting clearer and clearer...

Finally, it turns into a word:

"Sister."

"Naotake?!"

Miyamoto raised her head in horror and looked around.

At some point, she was the only one left standing alone in the dark place.

The chill was pervasive.

The front was gradually obscured by fog.

Miyamoto Nokoto anxiously pinched the flashlight and looked around: "Naotake?!" Is that you? Give me an answer! Notake! ”

Her voice came far away in the white mist, revealing an ethereal nothingness... Feeling of emptiness.

Miyamoto Nokoto's sister is named Miyamoto Notake, and the name of the blog is the strange talk house of the flower of the other side.

A year ago, Miyamoto accepted an invitation to come here, and finally became one with the spiritual realm...

"I'm really... It's true... I miss you so much. ”

Miyamoto's voice was elongated, and her eyes were blurred with tears at some point.

She really misses Miyamoto Notake.

But there was still no answer.

In this empty space, no one answered her.

It's been a long time.

I don't know where Miyamoto Notake is, and a voice came out faintly.

"Sister."

Hearing this soft call, Miyamoto wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and looked around with a flashlight.

The voice was far away, one moment in front of her, the next to her right, then to her left, and even—

Right behind her!

Miyamoto turned around.

It was a pair of jet-black eyes.

There are no whites of the eyes, only pure black instead of eyes.

Miyamoto was wearing her favorite hooded trench coat, her neck hanging crookedly to the side, and her head tilted unusually ninety degrees.

Her eyes continued to pour out black liquid, and her pale face showed her state.

"Sister."

Miyamoto Notake's head tilted into ninety degrees looked at Miyamoto Nokoto.

Unlike the baseball caps, Miyamoto seems to have kept his sanity and did not attack Miyamoto.

"Nai, Naizhu?!" Miyamoto looked at her sister, but her face softened.

Seeing her sister look so infiltrating, she was actually still very scared, but-

Miyamoto is still her family after all.

If you want to attack yourself, Miyamoto Notake can also kill yourself during that time just now.

"Sister, I'm sorry. I'm dead. Miyamoto Notake's pale face barely pulled up a smile.

To be honest, Miyamoto Notake doesn't look good when he laughs like this, and it's even a little infiltrating.

Her neck was twisted to the side, her head hung limply over her shoulders, and her face was stained with black blood.

Hearing Miyamoto Notake's apology, Miyamoto Nokoto shook his head in pain, and said with trembling lips: "It's my fault, I didn't persuade you, blame myself... Notake. ”

As she spoke, Miyamoto fell to the ground and cried, and while crying, she said:

"I've been like this since I was a kid... Naizhu, you are smarter than me, more capable than me... Everything is done brilliantly. When I said I was going to write, you also supported me all the time because of me... Just... Just... It's that I can't live without you. ”

Miyamoto sobbed in pain.

Miyamoto is a very smart girl, she has always been at the top of her academic performance since she was a child, and she has her own opinions in everything she does.

Unlike Miyamoto Naitake, Miyamoto Naikoto was very slow when she was a child, and she was stupid and didn't know what she was thinking, so Miyamoto Naitake has always been accommodating to her sister, and when she heard that her sister was going to write a book, she started to run her own blog account without saying a word, and she also became a well-known blogger of supernatural weirdness.

The reason why she became a blogger is also very simple-

Miyamoto wanted to write about it, and the Internet was a great place to find it.

For this, Miyamoto Notake silently paid a lot.

Miyamoto Naitake tilted his head and looked at Miyamoto Naikoto, and said calmly: "Sister, there is no one in the world who can't live without anyone. ”

"I've been thinking about it before, what will happen to Sister Naiqin after she leaves me?"

She looked at Miyamoto Nakoto with soft eyes: "In fact, after leaving me for a year, sister, you have become even more powerful. I can also publish my own book, and I am also very assertive. When I saw such a sister, I was actually very relieved. ”

"I..." Miyamoto looked at Miyamoto in a daze.

Miyamoto Notake waved his hand and said reluctantly: "I have a very happy time with my sister. So... Sister, it's time for you to wake up. ”

Her spirit got out of the way.

A faint golden air flow overflowed from the white mist ahead.

"Someone's coming to pick you up, sister."

Miyamoto Notake smiled: "Thanks to that person, I was able to have a good conversation with my sister in this space." ”

"Say hello to mom and dad for me."

"Goodbye."

"Sister."

Miyamoto Notake's figure gradually dissipated and became illusory.

"Notake !!" Miyamoto stretched out her hand to Miyamoto Notake.

It's just that her palm is too small to grasp the black air currents scattered in the air.

This year, she was just a walking corpse, investigating what happened at the beginning, and everything in the past haunted Miyamoto Nokoto.

Trapped in this cage, she can't break free, maybe until this moment, Miyamoto Nakoto can't let go.

The horizon is shaking, and all around is surging.

The next moment...

Miyamoto opened her eyes.

What catches the eye is the ragdoll lying on his chest, constantly exuding pale golden airflow.

She looked at the Muppet Doll.

The Muppet doll also looked at her.

After a long while, a smile came out of Miyamoto's mouth.

Until tears also welled up from the side of his eyes—