Strange talk about the world.

Fantasyland.

The two Shikigami of the Kamiya family appeared in response to his call.

Kamiyagawa: "Uh...... You two, what did you do last night? How do I feel like you're languishing? ”

Mary:......

Prajna: "Tsk......"

Because he lost the fight last night, Pranya's mood was not very good. After seeing Kamiya, I remembered the origami bird again, and my heart was even more unhappy.

She smacked her tongue, folded her hands over her chest, and took two steps away from Kamiya.

Kamiyagawa: ?

What's wrong with this guy?

Did I mess with her?

I don't understand.

……

A brief break from the team.

Kamiyagawa once again attacked the heavenly big starter.

This thing is in a terrible state today, and it can't even run, so it's probably really going to die.

"Zashiki, give me good luck!"

"Prajna, block its path with your fat powder!"

"Mary, uh...... You guard the ground. ”

While commanding his own strange talkers to fight, Kamiya silently chanted, "Summoning the god of nothingness with the god of my primordial life, and combining the qi of the void with my own qi", summoning the yin thunder.

The mighty water and dirty mines spread, and with the white fat powder sprinkled by the general, it directly hit the big head.

After that, I saw that the floating head was groaning and falling, and the behemoth's mouth emitted a gossamer-like gasp, as if there was only breath in and no breath out.

As it fell, it began to slowly decompose, turning into balloons with human heads.

Those balloons were also in a dying state.

The outer skin of the general material of nylon is easily broken, deflated, and turned into a shriveled layer of dry skin, which falls to the ground and dissipates into fly ash.

"It's finished?" Kamiyagawa extinguished the electric light that was dancing in his hand and raised his head.

Above the sporadic lights of the park, in the blue-black sky, the balloons with human heads in the sky were all broken and falling.

Their weak wails converged as if they had been crumpled and scattered in the wind, whimpering.

It's infiltrating.

Countless balloons fell, and at this moment, Kamiyagawa's body was rising with auspicious red gas.

The [Mirage Cloth Bag] made a metallic hum inside, and the sound was sonorous.

The bronze [Candle Maker's Blood Pump] shot out and shot straight into the sky, submerging into the largest cluster of balloons.

Buzzing.

The phone vibrates.

The good news that Kamiyagawa had been waiting for for more than a week finally came-

[The Great Head is dead, get 730 soul crystals!] ]

In addition, when the bronze blood pump flew into the air and slowly fell back into Kamiya's hand, it also came with a red and transparent strange blood that seemed to have a thick liquid tumbling inside.

[Obtain C-rank Strange Tales Heart's Blood!] ]

"Yes, another C-class one." Kamiyagawa was very satisfied and put away the blood in his heart.

This thing is a necessary ingredient for making a candle and an advanced material for the gods.

He still has two C-level hearts in his hand now, and in the future, if the D level is promoted to the C level, Mary's C class is upgraded to the B level, and one is just needed for each.

In addition, the operating mechanism of the [Candle Monk's Blood Pump] is-

The higher the Kill Monster rating,

。 The more difficult it is to extract the other party's heart and blood when he is dying.

At present, the blood pump is pumping C-level strange talk, and it feels a little reluctant.

It is mainly by relying on the good luck of the boy to hang in the dead that the explosion rate is ensured.

"In that case, it will be very difficult to collect the brains of B-class or A-class weird stories in the future. I don't know if this blood pumping pump has the possibility of being transformed and upgraded and increasing the explosion rate. Or, upgrade Shibao to improve the effect of her good luck buff. ”

After putting away the blood of his heart, Kamiya thought about it for a while.

When the death notice pops up, all the human head balloons in the sky have dissipated.

There were a few yellowed sheets of paper, blown loose by the wind, falling downward.

"What's that? An extra explosion after the death of the big head? Kamiyagawa stared at the sky, then turned his head sideways, "Pranya, pick up those." ”

The named purple and white shirt quickly soared into the air, chasing after the flying paper.

After a while, the yellowed paper in the air was picked up and handed to Kamiyagawa's hand.

[Get Itakura's Essay Autobiography (1)!] ]

[Item Name: Itakura's Essay Autobiography (1)]

[Quality: Special Item Unrated]

[Effect: 1. If you want to become the next principal, you should probably fully understand the life of the previous principal.] 2. Showing the corresponding autobiographical chapter to the strange story mentioned in the autobiography may change the attitude of the strange story towards you. ]

[Note: Who writes an autobiography for a serious person?] An essay autobiography of Ryozo Itakura, the former director of Nara Dream Land. There are four chapters in total, and after they are collected, what unexpected events will happen in Nara Dreamland. ]

"This thing...... The autobiography of the former principal? Is it related to the special task of [becoming the new principal]? ”

Kamiya took a few yellowed sheets of paper in his hand and read through the information provided on his phone.

After that, he arranged the paper in his hand in a simple way to make his account coherent.

The above reads as follows-

My name is Ryozo Itakura, I was born in 1945 and I have lived in Nara since I was a child.

My mother passed away in childbirth.

Because of this, I can feel for as long as I can remember that there is a sad estrangement between me and my father.

My father was an alcoholic.

I heard others say that this is a bad disease that he contracted after his mother's death.

As I grew older, my father's drinking problems worsened. He often beat and scolded me for no reason, and I could feel that he hated me.

Ah, actually, I'm also very longing.

Normal paternity.

The son grows up and the pride of the father or something.

How wonderful.

When I went to middle school, although I lived under the same roof as my father, we basically lived our own lives.

My father was drunk and unconscious in addition to work, so I had a lot of alone time.

Speaking of the country.

I remember that at that time, on the way home from school, I used to see a lot of feathers on the ground.

Crow's feathers.

Where I live, there are quite a lot of crows.

They're noisy.

Occasionally, I'll be on my way home,

。 Picking up some feathers that look beautiful has unconsciously developed a hobby of collecting feathers.

I put all the dark crow feathers I had collected under the bed, and I usually took them out to play with when I had nothing to do.

Later, when I saw crows flying through the air, I didn't think they were noisy. Just thinking about their fur and how soft their bodies should be.

I decided I had to catch a crow.

I got a little ether from the school lab and made a bird trap with a decoy out of the potion.

After a few failures, I managed to catch a crow.

It was the first time in my life that I felt a sense of accomplishment.

At that time, the crow was lying quietly on my hand, and I suddenly felt a shock, my heart was pounding, and my blood was pumping.

What I hold in my hand is a life at my mercy.

I had planned to release the crow after it had recovered from the anesthesia.

But when it began to regain consciousness and start struggling, I repented, and instead of letting go of my hand, I grabbed it a little tighter.

I slowly pressed my fingers down its throat, squeezing it until the feathers on its chest stopped shaking.

I don't know why I did it, but it's an amazing feeling.

Later, I disposed of the body, leaving only one feather.

From that moment on, I had a new hobby of collecting.

In 1963, I left school and started a small business. At that time, I was already able to use ether to expertly make more effective anesthetics.

So I found bigger prey, first rabbits, then cats, then dogs and deer.

I have a talent for it.

It's no exaggeration to say that I'm a genius at this.

It's just a pity that my father doesn't know these things, and he can't be proud of me for it.

It was the spring of 1967, probably around this time, I don't remember exactly.

In our town, a housewife named Tomoko Kaga has gone missing.

At that time, the police searched the town but could not find her, and the people in the town also organized people to help find Ms. Kaga.

I also participated, and I searched with everyone.

Of course, in the end, it didn't work.

Ms. Kaga is really gone, and the family has evaporated. In the end, the town characterized her disappearance as a hidden god.

Haha, it's really interesting.

Kamikush hahahaha

A few months after Kaga's disappearance, my father found a wooden box in the basement of his home.

He opened the box.

Yes, so conspicuous strange box, how could he not open it?

He saw feathers, animal claws, and a woman's finger with a wedding ring in the box.

It was my collection, and I showed it to my father.

I think he'll be proud of me when he sees this.

Why scold me, hit me, and treat me like garbage!? Why, why, why? (The handwriting is distorted and forcefully erased.)

Oh yes.

My father's fingers are a little rough.

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