My name is Naruki, Misaki Naru!

My current mom is not my biological mother, in fact, after I was born, I was given by my biological mother to her sister, who is now my mother.

My mother was unable to conceive again due to an accidental miscarriage, and her sister, --- my biological mother, gave birth to twins (i.e., me and my sister) at this time and was unable to raise them, so she sent me out.

Whether it was because of financial conditions or because of sisterhood, in short, it wasn't until I was four years old that my grandmother lost her mouth that I didn't know about my background, and it was then that my mother began to become insecure.

She was afraid that one day, I would leave her.

However, she didn't know that it was her constant paranoia and her restriction of my freedom that brought our relationship to a freezing point.

Since then, my mom and I have been more like strangers than relatives. But my mother didn't care about that, she just wanted to keep me by her side, and what she did was just a mother's duty, not affection.

But the blood relationship can't be erased, even if my mother doesn't allow me to meet my sister, but she is always not by my side, and at that time, I will secretly meet my sister.

In fact, we've seen it many times in private.

This summer, we agreed again to meet in front of a shopping mall, and then we went to the amusement park together.

Unlike me, my sister has a cheerful personality, and when I arrived in front of the mall, my sister was being accosted by a handsome boy. I told a ghost story about a mirror like a prank (the content of the story is made up by my own brain), and my sister pointed at me at this time.

The boy may have been so frightened that he fled because he didn't react for a while, and when he saw us with exactly the same appearance and body shape.

I smiled helplessly and pointed to the blindfold on my sister's right eye, and my sister stuck out her tongue mischievously and took off the blindfold, "In this way, my sister and I are walking on the road, and others will not look at my sister with strange eyes!" ”

By the way, my left eye died of a malignant tumor when I was four years old, so my doll mom made me a prosthetic eye for the doll.

The prosthetic eyes are beautiful, and if you don't look closely, people will only think that I have contact lenses, but I still cover them with an eye patch because ...... This prosthetic eye can see the color of death.

Whether it's a human or an animal, I can see it when I'm dying.

I hated it, so I covered my eyes.

In the evening, my sister stayed in my room, and my mother was on a business trip and would not be back for a few days, so my sister pointed to my left eye and asked, "Can I take a look?" ”

I wasn't going to refuse my sister, so I slowly took off my blindfold, however, I saw it...... The color of death (like the color of dozens of paints mixed together) on my sister's body.

I didn't tell my sister that she wouldn't believe it, and even if she did, I didn't want her to be afraid.

On the second day, I took care of my sister, even if a stranger approached her, I would hold her tightly in my arms.

At the end of the day, there were no accidents.

I breathed a sigh of relief and was ready to go home after playing with the Ferris wheel.

However, at this last moment, something happened...... The door of the Ferris wheel, for some unknown reason, suddenly opened, and my sister, who was standing in front of the door at the time, fell backwards.

I held my sister's hand tightly, but the strength became smaller and smaller, I was afraid, I was afraid, and when I couldn't hold on, the Ferris wheel just reached the ground.

Great, sister is fine!

But I was happy too early, in the evening, my sister suddenly had an emergency, I sent her to the hospital, my sister didn't survive the night after all--- so I hated my eyes, I would rather I couldn't see anything, knowing that my sister would have an accident, but the feeling of being powerless made me crazy.

My sister died, and I was even more reluctant to communicate with people.

There has always been a legend that I am the chosen "non-existent person", and this method can eliminate calamity to a certain extent, but it is not absolute.

I know that this year, the calamity can no longer be stopped, even if everyone still sees me as a "non-existent person", and my sister's death is not an accident.

I belong to the third class of the third year, and my sister is my dearest relative, and she has also been affected.

Calamity has happened!

I thought that I would spend my life in such a mess, watching my classmates in the third class of the third year struggle in a predestined ending, but that man appeared.

He was in his twenties, the age of an uncle, but he stubbornly asked me to call him brother, but this weird bad taste was not annoying.

That day, he came to the doll shop, in the basement, saw me, smiled brightly, stretched out his palm, and said hello, "Hello, my name is Bailuo!" ”

At that moment, I felt a little trance, this smile, where did I seem to have seen it......

"Sakakibara ......"

The ghost sent me the name of the new transfer student out of my mouth, but what came to mind was the face of the uncle in front of me.

"What?"

"Nothing."

I shook my head, ignoring him, but he was still stubbornly chattering next to me, not seeming to be at all deterred by my indifference.

Eventually, I compromised and ignored him......

However, I soon regretted it, this uncle is a model of opening a dyeing shop with a little color, and when he saw me reply, he was even more interested.

Later, when the calamity officially came, I could see him every time, and it was at this time that I realized that he knew much more than I had imagined.

That night, he was in my room and talked to me all night.

He told him a lot, and I told him a lot, and finally, he asked me, "How can I get rid of Misaki's ghost?" ”

The ghost of Misaki is the author of the calamity.

I looked at him fixedly, then whispered, "Get on me!" ”

I don't know why I said it without any shyness, but in fact, as if I had been waiting for this day all my life, I could easily say something that would be unspeakable to any girl, and my face did not change.

“(ΩДΩ)！！！”

I saw his face, and that was it.

I'm not lying, I'm different from ordinary people, my eyes are between yin and yang, and my life has once stepped into the ghost gate.

I don't know if other people's minds are as clear as I am when they are dying, and I even saw with my own eyes what hell looks like, the white flowers in hell, very beautiful.

When I came back from hell, I suddenly understood a lot of things, as if I had a sudden memory, so I also knew that as long as he had sex with me, he would be able to touch ghosts.

I didn't know what he was thinking, but a week after that, I became his girlfriend.

At this moment, I was not sad, I was not lost, but I just felt unusually fulfilled, as if the wish I had been looking forward to for a lifetime had finally come true.

He said he would be in charge.

But no matter what he does, I don't blame him.

Before that, he naturally gave me the tape, and I, through my eyes, also saw that the dead person was the Migami teacher.

I told him, and it was at this time that I noticed that there seemed to be some differences between him and Mikami-sensei...... I didn't feel anything special, I didn't even think it was supposed to be.

I'm really not a normal person!

Misaki's ghost appears, and as expected, he does defeat Misaki's ghost, but in the end, he is attacked because of a word from Misaki's ghost.

I'm not sad, if he dies, I'll be with him.

However, a man in white suddenly appeared, and a ball of light hit his body, and I could see that the man in white and him were the same kind of person.

To be more precise, neither of them belongs to this world.

They disappeared, and at the last moment, I saw that Misaki's ghost merged with him, so that Misaki's ghost would not be dead, and the three gods would still exist.

He's gone!

But I believe that one day, he will come back.

I looked at the lost Sanshen teacher, walked over, remembered the first time the uncle saw me, subconsciously, I tilted my head, and said with a smile: "Hello, my name is ...... Toll! ”

(End of chapter)