Evil Spirit Consultant

Chapter 162 Doll
"It's like this. I suddenly thought of a very good commission here. I wonder if you would like to take it?"

The undertaker rubbed his hands vigorously and forced a smile.

"How did you get the commission?" Yang Liu raised her eyebrows, "Are you trying to trick me?"

"How is that possible? Actually, this is something my friend complained to me about before, and now I suddenly think that you should be good at handling this kind of thing. I just contacted him, and he also recognizes your ability. I hope you can help him."

The funeral home owner trembled as he took out a business card from his suit and handed it over: "It's just a haunted dance hall. With your ability, it's easy to deal with it."

"ballroom?"

Yang Liu looked at the big words "Matsuzaka Real Estate" written on the business card: "Doesn't it say it's a real estate company?"

"It's the Showa Dream Ballroom in the western suburbs, but it's now abandoned. The son of the original owner of the ballroom wanted to demolish the place to build a property, but several construction teams encountered some accidents after entering, so I thought of you."

The owner of the funeral home smiled flatteringly, then took out a thick envelope from his clothes and handed it over.

"This is a deposit of 500,000 yen. There is a balance of 4.5 million yen after the deal is done."

The funeral parlor owner suddenly lowered his voice: "But there is one condition, don't leave a single intact tile there."

"No wonder you're willing to look for me."

Yang Liu understood what was going on, took out the banknotes and held them up to the sunlight to inspect the contents. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of the Matsuzaka Real Estate logo printed on the inside of the envelope.

"If you want to demolish your house, go find the demolition team. Why are you looking for a psychologist like me?"

"So..." The owner of the funeral home was a little nervous.

"I'll take this job."

"Okay! Thank you for your help!" The funeral home owner breathed a sigh of relief.

……

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Although the funeral home owner was obviously talking nonsense and no one knew what he was hiding, since he had already accepted the commission, there was no time to lose.

Considering that the client asked to help with the demolition, it was not appropriate to act too early. After a little preparation, Yang Liu arrived at the main entrance of the abandoned dance hall at 11 o'clock that evening.

The dance hall's sign made a shrill buzzing sound due to years of disrepair. The word "夢" in Japanese was spelled out in neon lights directly above it, but because the upper half of the light tube was no longer lit, it looked like the word "歹" was bleeding.

"Is anyone there? If not, a ghost will do!"

Yang Liu knocked hard outside the main door, and after confirming that there was no response from inside, he kicked the outermost iron railing of the gate.

With a loud bang, the three-meter-high European-style carved door collapsed, startling a group of red-eyed crows.

"No, such an old place still needs to be demolished. It will collapse if you kick it once or twice, right?"

Faced with such an emergency, Yang Liu seemed a little confused. Fortunately, this is in the suburbs and the surrounding areas are abandoned, so there is no need to worry about the noise being too loud and disturbing the residents.

Yang Liu stepped over the broken door panels and entered the corridor leading to the ballroom. As soon as she came in, she noticed something was wrong.

The ballroom was filled with the smell of stale powder and, because it had been there for so long, there was also a smell of rotting wood.

The broken mirror wall in the corridor reflected hundreds of distorted reflections. Just as Yang Liu touched the light switch, she suddenly heard the squeaking sound of gears turning above her head.

"What the hell?" Before he finished speaking, the crystal chandelier that was originally above Yang Liu's head suddenly fell down.

Fortunately, Yang Liu was prepared and dodged the falling chandelier by slightly turning sideways.

Casually flicking away the crystal fragments that were flying towards her eyes, Yang Liu looked into the darkness deep in the corridor, where she could hear the sound of even finer gears rubbing against each other.

"Again?"

Yang Liu had just taken two steps when she dodged the falling chandelier again: "If you keep falling like this, your house will be gone without me having to tear it down."

As if understanding Yang Liu's words, the original fine sound of gear friction stopped, but faint music came from the depths of the corridor.

The melody sounded like traditional Japanese song and dance tunes. The originally winding melody seemed extremely eerie and strange in such an environment, and it felt like a blunt knife covered in corpse oil scraping on the eardrum.

Finally, they left the corridor and came to the main hall of the ballroom. The moment their eyes swept across the audience seats, even Yang Liu, who was used to seeing ghosts, couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling - the hall of about several hundred square meters was filled with life-size dolls, all in the shape of Showa geishas, with dried blood hanging from the corners of their cracked mouths.

In the center of the stage, there were twenty or thirty puppets maintaining a tilted tango posture, their empty eye sockets all aimed at the spider-web-like suspension cables on the ceiling.

"I'm so fucking tough."

Yang Liu smoothed her hair and said, "This place is busier than the morgue in the funeral home."

The puppets suddenly turned their heads collectively, their necks twisted 180 degrees with a crisp sound like broken bones, and their empty eye sockets stared straight at Yang Liu.

After Yang Liu got used to it, instead of retreating, she took half a step forward.

"excuse me……"

A puppet next to a chair he passed by suddenly jumped up and tried to attack, but Yang Liu picked up a folding chair at the edge of the hall and smashed its head, and half a cockroach nest popped out of its metal skull.

"…your landlord asked me to come and provide psychological counseling."

Yang Liu looked at the group of puppets that moved their gazes along with her movements, and a ferocious smile appeared on her face: "But he didn't say there were so many people. If that's the case, the consulting fee will have to go up!"

Another puppet jumped up from the chair. Yang Liu disassembled the folding chair into two sections and stabbed the chest of the geisha puppet with a steel pipe like a blade.

Among the scattered parts, one could glimpse some dried flesh and blood mixed in with the gears.

Another puppet hung down from the ceiling. Yang Liu grabbed its kimono belt and swung it towards the wall.

Amid the sound of parts shattering, Yang Liu caught half of the puppet's head and found the core component engraved with a string of numbers from the core parts inside.

"I remember the little monk told me about this."

Yang Liu looked at the digital stamp engraved on the inside of the gear. While dodging the attacks of several puppets, he took out his cell phone and began to look for the chat records with Uga Shoji.

"... I found it. Let me take a look. I see. Is this a product of the Ground Self-Defense Force's humanoid weapon project? But it seems to have been discontinued."

Yang Liu put away his phone and punched through the chest of a geisha doll that was charging at him. He then pinched off the doll's metal arm and stabbed it into the eye socket of another doll. Engine oil like blood sprayed all over his body.

"Is it popular among wealthy families to bury military dolls these days? Ah, that's not right..."

Yang Liu raised her head with a grim smile and looked at the huge figure hanging at the top of the ceiling:
"Although you look miserable, you don't seem to be dead yet."

(End of this chapter)