Reiko is a complete truster of weird talk, and in fact she's one of the moderators of a weird talk forum on the Internet. After her date with her boyfriend, she returned to her house, and the more she thought about it in the bath, the more wrong it became, and the uncomfortable feeling she had felt in Shibuya seemed to still linger on the surface of her skin.

She had her back to the bathtub and only one head, and her thoughts wandered infinitely in the comfort of the environment, returning to two hours earlier.

She lifted her hand and looked through the gap between her fingertips to see the light.

I did feel something. Reiko thought to herself, that feeling of contact couldn't be an illusion. Could it be Daisuke's prank? However, looking at his performance, it seems like I'm playing tricks on him.

I'm not talking nonsense, that's for sure.

Reiko put her hand down, almost instinctively thinking of the strange tale that she might have encountered something inhuman. If you have to find an answer to this discomfort, then ghosts are undoubtedly the best answer.

Thinking of this, Reiko suddenly shivered, and she came back to her senses from her thoughts, only to find that the water in the bathtub had cooled a lot.

And I don't know when a layer of fog came up in the toilet.

Although it is easy to rise up in the mist, it is difficult to get to this extent. Reiko's chest was tight.

The fog covered Reiko's vision with an unclear filter, and the mirror and doorknob couldn't really be seen, as if she was in a dream. The water in the bathtub is cold, but the mist is moist and hot, like cotton that has absorbed water, making people breathless.

"What's going on?" Reiko coughed twice, got up from the bathtub, and picked up the bath towel that had been set aside and wrapped it around her. She waved her hand in front of her face, trying to disperse the mist that was almost dripping water, but the fog that had been running in the bathroom gradually gathered around her.

At this moment, Reiko felt something, and the uncomfortable feeling on the surface of her skin wrapped her tightly again, even more intensely. It was as if someone was approaching with a cold, piercing knife, and unconsciously began to fear what would happen next.

In the dead of night, Reiko felt scared for the first time.

"What•••••" Reiko was a little scared, seeing that the situation was getting more and more strange, and although the fog was condensing, she found the doorknob with her familiarity with her bathroom. She wanted to pull the door, but—

The lock cylinder moved, but the door didn't move.

The door of the bathroom is a structure that opens inward, and Reiko pulls the doorknob, and the door that used to be open with a slight pull is now locked. But Reiko was pretty sure the lock cylinder was moving.

She tried again, but nothing changed.

As she tried, the mist in the bathroom gradually solidified as if she had received some order, gathering behind Reiko into a one-meter-thick translucent snake that swelled with a chill.

Reiko didn't notice the silent change behind her, she broke out in a cold sweat and tried to open the door: "What's the matter?" Why can't this door be opened, it's impossible. ”

She banged on the door with her hand, kicked it with her foot, muttered but never looked back—she knew there might be something terrible behind her, and she chose to run away, like putting her head under the covers.

Reiko's voice was trembling: "This door, why, why can't this door be opened." ”

"Why, why, hurry up and open it for me."

"It's not bad."

By the end, Reiko was full of tears.

Although she believes in strange talk and is the administrator of the forum, this does not mean that she is bold, on the contrary, there are not a few people in the world who are good at Ye Gong, and Reiko is one of them.

When weird things really happen to her, instinct makes her flee. The movement behind her is getting bigger and bigger, and it is difficult for Reiko to convince herself not to care.

A chill filled the bathroom.

She only felt something getting closer to her, getting closer and closer, and the damp heat behind her in the cold environment made it difficult for her to breathe and gasp for air.

Reiko was motionless, the silent space was only her breathing.

It's okay, these things are fake. Reiko comforted herself like this.

However, at this moment, the light in the bathroom suddenly exploded, and the glass of the lamp tube cracked in all directions with the sound of the explosion, and the bathroom instantly fell into darkness. Reiko protected her head and subconsciously turned around.

She saw something behind her, the moment the lights dimmed.

The translucent mist opened its huge mouth and threw itself at Reiko—

"Ahh

At the same time as Nishijima said "the disappeared Kiritaro", the fog in front of Tsukasa Kurihara that was almost disappearing suddenly condensed, the temperature in the room dropped rapidly, and the wind blew out of despair.

In the face of the sudden change, Nishijima subconsciously approached Tsukasa Kurihara and hid behind him, curious about what was going on while being afraid, so he grabbed the hem of Tsukasa Kurihara's clothes and poked his head out.

Tsukasa Kurihara's hair swayed from side to side by the sudden wind, but his eyes were extremely calm and determined, looking at the cloud of mist that was gradually staring in front of him.

The mist kneaded into different shapes like a ball of mud in the wind's hands, first a ball, then a rectangle, and then a myriad of indescribable shapes before finally forming a humanoid thing, a fog version of the stickman that only reached the waist of Tsukasa Kurihara.

One horizontally and one vertically, with two strokes, and a round head, there is no more appropriate metaphor than a stickman. Although it is a fog, it does not disperse, but it is really not a substance.

Tsukasa Kurihara and Nishijima behind him both looked at the Kirito who suddenly appeared.

The Misty Man first drooped its head, but after two or three seconds it woke up, and its matchstick-like hand stretched out and its head raised. It knelt down towards Tsukasa Kurihara, and made a very standard seat at Tsukasa Kurihara. Its simple body showed reverence that no ordinary human had ever seen.

Tsukasa Kurihara quietly looked at the fog man in front of him, did not speak, and the fog man also maintained the shape of the earth seat.

An indescribably eerie sense of sacredness is transmitted between the two.

"Poof." Nishijima, who was hiding behind Tsukasa Kurihara, couldn't help but smile, but she quickly reacted and covered her mouth.

She really didn't mean to laugh, but the current situation was too different from the atmosphere she had created before, and she couldn't help it.

I thought it was some kind of horror and horror, but it turned out to be a fog version of the stickman, and he was still doing a standard dirt seat. It's really funny to imagine this picture·····

But Nishijima didn't dare to speak out, and only hoped that Tsukasa Kurihara would ignore her.

Tsukasa Kurihara finally spoke: "Get up." ”

Kirito rose in response and stood respectfully in front of Tsukasa Kurihara.

"You can't speak?"

The mist man shook his head, but stretched out his right hand, presumably wanting Tsukasa Kurihara to make contact with it and communicate the way it did when it was still a cloud of fog.

But Tsukasa Kurihara didn't stretch out his hand, he turned his head sideways and asked Nishijima, "What happened to the disappeared Kirataro you just said." ”