Maybe it's because I'm too careful, but I always feel that when the fat man says that the female ghost has been destroyed, the doorman's expression is a little strange.

I stood in the woods, waited for a few minutes and then came out, the fat man and I had only entered the outhouse of the old man's housekeeper, and the duty room was divided into two rooms: the inner room and the outer room. I always felt that the doorman might have a secret in this room.

He stood in the doorway and smoked a cigarette, looking a little haggard, and his eyes seemed very hollow in the direction of the school.

No matter how you look at such an old man who looks old and has no children and no daughters, it has nothing to do with supernatural events. Maybe it's because I'm thinking too much, and the strange situations that have happened so often in the past few months, plus I've been through several deaths, and my nerves are too nervous, which will definitely affect my judgment.

Maybe the world isn't that complicated, maybe I'm thinking too much.

After waiting for a few minutes, the old man walked back to the room with a cigarette in his mouth, and I slowly walked out of the woods. I thought: Forget it, I have no reason to doubt an old man who has been working in school for so long.

When I walked to the doorman's room, I wanted to say hello to the old man, and then left. But the probe is stuck with you, the old man is not in the outhouse, I think he should have gone into the inner room. I knocked lightly on the door, but I didn't see the old man come out, and after thinking about it, I always felt that I couldn't go away, so I pushed open the door and walked in. Walking to the door of the inner room, I was about to speak, but I didn't expect to look up like this, but I saw some strange pieces of paper pasted on the door, these pieces of paper were inconspicuous, and they were pasted around the door frame. If you don't get closer, you won't be able to spot it.

What kind of paper?

I felt strange in my heart, when I looked closer, my expression changed instantly, and my whole heart sank, and the pieces of paper attached to the door frame were actually some cherry blossom-shaped rune paper!

These pieces of paper are all too familiar! In the past few days, I have seen several similar curse marks, on the skulls of Japanese soldiers, on the bodies of those children, the spell marks of black shadows. Paranormal events occur everywhere all these cherry blossom-shaped runes appear!

The suspicion I had just dispelled was now back in my mind, and the old man definitely had something to do with this series of events.

I put my right hand behind my back, grasped the hilt of the Tushan knife, and knocked on the door of the old man's inner room with my left hand.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

A few noises came, and the old man's shout came from inside: "Come, come, who?" ”

He opened the door, saw me at a glance, was slightly stunned, and then smiled: "Found something?" Why don't you go back? ”

I took a step back, raised my left hand, held a piece of paper in the shape of a cherry blossom between my fingers, and said, "Uncle, where did you get this piece of paper?" ”

He looked at the piece of paper on my finger, but there was no different color, and said with a smile: "This is a little hobby of mine, I usually like to cut and cut stickers, and sometimes I will give them to children as toys, and you can see it, it is not good to cut, haha." ”

The frank expression made me feel that I had misunderstood him for a moment, shook my head and said, "I just look fun, you cut it very well, give me one, I'll take it back to play." ”

It shouldn't be him, and he turned around and walked out with a smile. Just after taking two steps, the hair on the entire back suddenly stood up completely, which was a momentary thing, as if feeling a great danger, I suddenly turned around and pulled out the Tushan knife at the same time, the old man was holding the scissors in his hand and stabbing me in the face, just by my Tushan knife.

At such a close distance, the old man I saw had an amazing change from before, there was no kind smile, no kind tone, his cloudy eyes were full of killing intent, and that feeling was as if he wanted to eat me alive!

"Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

I asked, surprised.

"Didn't you see it a long time ago? And pretend not to know! You haven't lost anything at all, you've been testing me. ”

He has a lot more power in his hands than I imagined, and he keeps pressing me down with his hand, and I'm not as big a man as he is.

"Uncle, what the hell are you talking about?"

I retreated again and again, and was forced into a corner. In desperation, I raised my knee and kicked the old man in the abdomen, but the old man was defenseless, and was kicked by me, his expression showed a hideous color, but he had to retreat, so the distance between the two was widened.

"Who the hell are you?" I looked at him warily as I glanced at the door where I was going out, and at this time I was still about two meters away, "What do you have to do with this chain of events?" Everything you said came true, the ghosts of the Japanese soldiers, the monsters of the library, and the Japanese girl who was killed. How do you know this! ”

The old man smiled coldly, and gently took off the green military coat draped on his body, revealing a Tang-style simple coat under this military coat, the style was biased towards Japan, and it was transmitted back to Japan through the Japanese envoy in the Tang Dynasty, and then became a Japanese-style clothing. It had a black base, wide sleeves and a skirt-like hem, and a long drawstring belt. In the information I looked up, many Japanese onmyoji wore similar costumes, and if I guessed correctly, this should be the uniform of the onmyoji.

"You're an Onmyoji......"

I said in surprise.

"Since you've all reached this point, I won't hide it from you. I'm really a Japanese onmyoji, and I came to China a long time ago, fought in World War II, and taught at this school after that. The girl who was killed was my young daughter! ”

As soon as these words came out, I was taken aback.

"No, if you had a daughter at that time and participated in the Anti-Japanese War, then you should be at least seventy years old, and you only look in your fifties now."

I asked, still a little disbelieving.

"That's the power of spells, it can make me look younger and more energetic. Of course, what helped me the most was my revenge! Back then, when I brought my daughter here to teach, no one knew that I was an onmyoji, and I wasn't ready to mention it to outsiders. I am a pacifist, and even though I was forced by the Japanese military to do some wrong things, I already knew that I was wrong. I do everything I can to make up for my past mistakes, but why don't you want to give me a chance! My daughter and I live in a room where we can't see the sun, and we don't get any money to buy my daughter a decent dress. I've endured all the white eyes and suffered a lot, but I can persevere! But why did you take away my daughter, who was sixteen years old at the time, and when I came home and saw her, she was naked and hanging from the wall. Dead, all my hopes are dead! Do I have to be punished for doing something wrong? ”

He shouted at me in a hoarse voice, but I couldn't speak in front of him. Different times always leave different mistakes, and these mistakes tend to fall on people, and suffering can eventually brew into terrible hatred.

"I disappeared for three years, and then I changed my identity, learned Chinese, and even tried to change my appearance. I went back to school and worked as a janitor, and during that time, I used the Yin-Yang Spell to kill the person who bullied my daughter. The current me is very different from the past me in the photo, I gave up all my past, my name, my family, my identity, just to get revenge. ”

He touched his face as if he were touching a mask on his face.

"Now that you've got your revenge, why do you want to take action on these kids!"

I snapped.

"It's not just these kids." When he said this, I seemed to see a demonic smile on his face, "I've done it to every class of kids. ”

"What do you mean?"

My whole heart shook and I looked at him in amazement.

"As I mean, since I started working as a janitor here, one or two of the children in every class who enter the school will be spelled by me and become demented. But no parent or teacher ever noticed that they had fallen under a spell to become like this. This is an uneducated country, especially these peasants, some of whom are illiterate themselves, and they can't imagine that the changes in their children are artificial. So, even though I've shot so many times, I've never been caught until this one. ”

He said something terrible coldly.