Inugami ate Motojiri and returned to the statue.

Kamiyagawa was wearing a white hood in a leather coat, staring at the child's holes, looking up and down at the man he had just saved.

"Strange."

He thought to himself.

The man in front of him was similar to the one he had met earlier in Rain Girl's room.

However, the previous one dissipated before he had time to take a closer look at the study.

The one that was saved in time is still "alive" and can be carefully observed.

After looking at it carefully, Kamiyagawa can be sure that this man is indeed not a strange talk, and there is no strange talk on his body.

But at the same time, he's not a human being.

There is also no breath of a living person in the body of a man.

You know, even the ones I met in Aokihara before, because they had died too many times, their souls were broken, and they became stupid, and they were about to turn into human beings, and they still had a little bit of living breath on their bodies after all.

And the man in front of him was not at all.

It was as if his living soul had been completely stripped of his body.

"If the soul is completely stripped of its body, it will become a ghost, right? But this man looks quite normal on the outside...... And what the hell is he?"

Kamiya was confused.

Thinking to no avail, he turned to the man, "Name."

Hiramoto, who was overly frightened, finally focused his eyes after a while: "Oh, ah...... Hiramoto, my name is Hiramoto Kazuto."

"Why, are you here?"

"I...... I do not know. My friends and I went to the Grand Hotel for the night, and then I didn't know what was going on, and when I woke up, I was here."

Heimoto said.

He has a good attitude towards Kamiya.

After all, it was to see this leather-clad monster with his own eyes, clean and neat, and effortlessly killed the monster with long eyes on the jiri just now.

Ping Ben is still quite sober, no matter what the strange person in front of him is, he must hug his thighs at this time.

If you follow him, you might be able to get out of this hellish place.

Kamiyagawa observed Kazuto's expression and didn't say anything right away.

I just thought to myself, "The Grand Hotel was abandoned decades ago, and this man named Hiramoto Kadento said that he entered the inner world after spending the night at the hotel with his friends. In other words, he's been at the Live Fish Hotel for at least a few decades."

Hiramoto: "What should I call you?"

Kamiya: "You don't need to, call me."

"Good...... Okay."

"The handwriting on the wall, does it have anything to do with you?"

"I don't know." Hiramoto, who was slowly recovering from the fright, shook his head, at this point, he didn't choose to hide anything, "I just saw a line of words that looks like my handwriting. But I don't remember writing about it...... I just woke up here."

"Okay."

Listening to this rhetoric, Hiramoto Kazuto doesn't seem to have any memories of him in the Live Fish Hotel for decades.

"Suppose he was still alive when he first came in, but his soul slowly peeled off in the course of his death. At first, you can barely remember what happened to you in the Live Fish Hotel, so you can leave a handwriting on the wall. But after a long time, I have died a lot, and the living soul is completely separated from the body, and I can't remember what happened before."

Based on the available information, Kamiya made a reasonable guess.

"Thinking along this line, Heimoto and Nobu must have become something similar to "魢". Could it be ...... It's not certain what a living person will become in the end after shedding his soul in the inner world, and there are other states besides "魦"?"

"What state does it become, and what control should it be? Different regional terrain?"

Kamiyagawa's train of thought has always been more active, and he vaguely grasps some key things.

After secretly paying attention to his heart, Kamiya spoke again to the uneasy Hiramoto, "Get up and follow me."

"Okay, okay!"

The latter, of course, is not to be desired.

In fact, Kamiyagawa, the conductor of the Kiraksu Train, could have found a spacious cloister in the Living Fish Hotel and summoned Kiraksuki Station to return Hiramoto and Noboru back to reality.

But he wasn't going to do that.

At least not until we find out what Hiramoto is now.

……

Kamiya called out the little old man to open the way, and began to explore the Live Fish Hotel according to the map exploration degree shown in "Strange Tales of Things".

Hiramoto and Noboru followed carefully.

At first, he will also try to talk to Kamiya.

Rounding around the bush, he asked if he was sure to take himself out of this hellish place or something.

But Kamiya didn't pay much attention to him.

After that, he didn't say anything more, just quietly followed.

Walked inside the Live Fish Hotel for almost an hour and found nothing.

The surrounding scene remained the same.

Damp, smelly carpets, burgundy mottled wallpaper are maddening, and overhead lights are constantly ringing.

After staying in this ghost place for a long time, even Kamiyagawa will feel psychologically uncomfortable.

He's already thinking about whether to exit the map first.

As for Heimoto and Deng, Kamiya intends to use the Ruzuki Station to send him away, not to reality, but to Dreamland.

It was the territory of Kamiya, and there were many treasures to guard it.

Staying there, Heimoto and Noboru at least won't continue to die.

The terrain of the map of the Live Fish Hotel is always changing, and if you leave Hiramoto here, the next time you enter the map, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to see him again.

Kamiyagawa stopped, just about to say something.

At this time-

Buzz, buzz.

The overhead lights flickered more frequently, and the abrupt noise became more harsh.

The flickering lights lit up the damp hallway in a dark red.

Kamiyagawa heard the voice of a young woman, humming a ballad with a strange melody:

"The bones melted, and it was painful.

Tearing his chest, he was full of grief.

Fall is a heavenly punishment, and repentance cannot be communicated.

It's not enough –

Not enough, not enough, not enough, not enough

Not satisfied......"

At the same time, from the front corridor, there was a "click" sound of hard leather shoes stepping on the wet carpet, and a "kacha kacha" sound like a sharp object cutting through the wall could be heard.

Something seems to be coming.

Kamiyagawa condensed the child's holes, and his eyes became deep.

But I didn't see the breath of weirdness ahead.

A very hidden weird story?

Or is it that what came over wasn't a weird thing at all?

"Abba ......"

The little old man who walked in front turned his head to look at his master, and then turned into a ghostly aura and returned to the bronze match of the bird for the time being.

Papapa, Kacha Kacha.

The oppressive voice continues to approach.

Around the corner in front of him, a figure appeared.

Kamiyagawa saw very clearly that it was a man who came out.

A man with a "workplace elite face", twenty-six or seventeen years old, he has a neat and meticulous back and a shiny leather shoe on his feet.

But he wore a very wide red dress.

He also held an elongated boning knife in his hand, and the sharp knife rubbed against the wall.

The strange appearance makes this man look funny and weird.

The moment the man walked around the corner of the hallway, the woman's singing stopped.

"Found you."

The corners of the man's mouth turned up and he looked at Hiramoto Kazuto.

Then I turned my attention

Moved to Kamiyagawa's body: "Oh? A strange tale that I haven't seen before? Outsiders?"

Because he was wearing a [Ghost Leather Coat], which covered the breath of a living person and instead exuded a strange atmosphere, the man regarded Kamiyagawa as a strange story.

"Who are you?"

Kamiyagawa looked directly at the strange man.

He noticed that the man in the red dress also had no strange smell on him, nor did he have the smell of a living person.

Theoretically, it should be in the same category as Heimoto and Noboru.

"Well, you can communicate. Also, otherwise, Heimoto and Noto would have been killed a long time ago." The man still laughed, and then pointed at Hiramoto with the boning knife in his hand, "As for who I am, just ask him."

"I don't even know you!" Facing the strange man in the red dress, Pingmoto was normally afraid and uneasy, hiding behind Kamiyagawa, "This guy must be a monster too, hurry up, kill him quickly!"

"Ahh The man in the red dress tilted his head, "It turns out that you haven't had time to open your cuffs this time. Hehe, don't you want to take a look?"

"What are you talking about......

Hiramoto was about to refute, but his eyes subconsciously looked at the cuff of his right hand, and the words he wanted to say choked in his throat.

He saw black handwriting on his wrist.

Heimoto reluctantly pulled open the cuffs, and saw that his entire arm was densely written with the same sentence: "Don't be caught by that perverted man in a red dress!"

Not only on the right hand, but also on the left wrist!

"It's ...... What?"

"I really love looking at your terrified face."

The man in the red dress smiled even more happily.

"Kill him, this guy will kill us!"

Hiramoto began to ask Kamiyagawa for help.

Although this leather-clad man is also very weird, he is his only support.

However, Kamiya was unmoved, and continued to look at the man in the red dress: "Name."

"Oh? Chihiro Miyauchi."

The man in the red dress seemed to be satisfied when he saw Hiramoto's frightened face, and this time he reported his name.

"Why, kill him? You are one kind." Kamiyagawa continued to ask.

Miyanai shook the boning knife in his hand up and down: "Then you have to ask Mr. Hiramoto, what did he do before coming to the Live Fish Hotel?"

"I didn't do anything!" Hiramoto said loudly.

"Aha, he said he didn't do anything." Miyauchi said in a sharp voice, "However, there are times when you really don't seem to remember what you've done, and you've forgotten too many things. But it doesn't matter, I brought this."

He fumbled out a few photos from the pocket of his wide red dress and threw them over.

Kamiya bent down to pick up one.

The photograph was taken from a forensic autopsy.

Looks like it's been a few years.

In the photograph is a mutilated corpse of a young woman with words written on it.

Because the photo itself is old, the handwriting on it is not clear.

But Kamiya stared at it, and he could still distinguish the individual-

Words such as "***", "mother animal", etc., are unsightly.

The handwriting does not appear to have been left by the same person.

But all are written in black pen.

Kamiya didn't speak, but held the photo between his index and middle fingers and handed it to Hiramoto.

When the latter saw the above content, his expression became more and more frightened: "No! No, it's not something I did! It's nothing to do with me!"

As he spoke, he turned around and was about to run.

And Chiyu Miyauchi, who was dressed in a red dress, was faster.

The wide red dress on his body swayed, fast beyond the scope of human movement, and swept past the gods

By Gu's side, he threw Hiramoto and Nobu to the ground.

The latter is constantly struggling.

Miyanai raised the handle of the boning knife high and smashed it down on the back of Hiramoto's head, and his face, which was originally very gentle, was full of hideous expressions.

The lights on the ceiling flickered and flickered, and the burgundy hallway was a dull red.

The palace smashed Banhei and Deng until they were drenched in blood, and they couldn't resist before stopping.

As for Kamiya, he was like an outsider the whole time, holding a word knife handle in his hand, standing there without moving, watching everything indifferently.

"Whew, good, breathless." Miyauchi Chiyu gasped for breath and stood up with a shake of her bloodstained hand, "This strange outsider...... Should I call you sir? Or is it something else?"

"Sir."

"Okay, Mr. Strange Talker. Oh, by the way, why are you with Peace?"

"I saved him from two inn gossiers."

"Ah...... Save? Then why didn't you stop me just now?"

"What do you think?"

"Hehe, the strange talk with the concept of good and evil is really ...... Rare. Mr. Strange Talk, since you didn't choose to stop me, then I won't stop you from doing anything here, and I wish you a nice stay at the Live Fish Hotel."

The palace dragged a half-flat foot and dragged it like a dead dog, as if it was planning to leave.

"Wait a minute." Kamiya called out to him.

"Anything else?"

"How much do you know about the Live Fish Hotel?"

"A lot, a lot." Miyauchi Chiyu had blood stains on his face and raised the corners of his mouth, which made him look even more weird, "Does Mr. Strange Talk want to hear it?"

"What you want to say."

"That's a lot to talk about, can you sit with me?" There is no such ...... as you in the Live Fish Hotel Interesting weird talk. I think we're going to have a good time."

……

Kamiya, of course, would not refuse Miyauchi's proposal.

The other party is not a living person.

And in terms of physical function, it is much stronger than the same kind of Heimoto and Deng.

But so what?

There was really no need for Kamiyagawa to be afraid of him.

The two walked in the corridor of the Live Fish Hotel for a while, and Miyauchi Chiyu seemed to know the layout of the place very well, and did not hesitate when facing the fork in the road.

I walked for about ten minutes.

Kamiyagawa's hand was always pressed on the hilt of the sword, and he asked Miyauchi, who was walking in front, "You know you're not alive anymore, right?"

"Of course."

Miyauchi Chiyu's tone was calm and natural.

"And what are you?"

"Whew." Miyauchi replied, as if he had no intention of keeping anything at all, "Oh, Mr. Strange Talk, here we are."

In front of it, there is a door embedded in the mottled wall.

It's not the same as the door of the inn that Kamiyagawa encountered before.

It's a double-open iron door.