Tokyo, My Childhood Friend is a Ghost Story

Chapter 112 Does he like to let people eat him?
Lies don't hurt, truth is the knife.

Thankfully, Yoshimura Hanako is unconscious right now, otherwise I would have jumped up and slapped her twice.

Don't you know why I've become like this?

"It's because of your fusion with her that Ms. Yoshimura has become the way she is now."

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Hanako looked embarrassed, and these expressions made Haruko Higa realize that Hanako was not simple at all.

"Please, after she wakes up, please tell her I'm sorry."

Haruko Higa nodded.

"Now you can explain what your obsession is."

Upon hearing this, Hanako, looking at Yoshimura Hanako's appearance, gradually fell into memories and began to recount her own memories of death.

Thirty-two years ago, on a rainy day, Hanako, who was just starting junior high school, ran home after attending a club activity without an umbrella, dodging and weaving under various eaves to avoid the downpour.

While running, Hanako accidentally bumped into a mysterious person wearing a raincoat.

Hanako, whose clothes were soaked, quickly got up and apologized to the mysterious man, but he did not respond.

Hanako glanced at him timidly, then ran home in the pouring rain, oblivious to the mysterious man's eerie gaze fixed on her back.

When Hanako got home, she talked to her parents about the mysterious person she bumped into, but at the time, none of them took it too seriously.

Her parents simply reminded her to bring an umbrella in the future and didn't pay any more attention. Hanako continued to go to school as usual.

However, just half a month after that encounter, it was another rainy day. This time, Hanako, who had brought an umbrella, opened it and prepared to leave the school.

Because of the heavy rain, Hanako, who didn't want to walk a long way, chose the shortcut through the old campus.

However, this shortcut became the beginning of a 32-year ordeal that trapped her.

Passing through the old campus, Hanako's usual route leads to an abandoned toilet. In the past, this was a favorite spot for delinquent teenagers to skip class, and you could even see all sorts of graffiti there.

Hanako walked through the area, curiously observing the graffiti and the simple, straightforward declarations of love written on it.

Unbeknownst to her, a figure had appeared behind her at some point. Just as she turned around, the mysterious man suddenly raised his weapon and knocked her unconscious.

When she woke up again, she found that her limbs were tied with ropes and she was hanging in the air less than half a meter above the floor.

The mysterious man stood before her, silently watching her.

"Ugh, ugh!!"

His terrified screams were muffled by the cloth pressed tightly into his mouth, and a sharp pain shot through his limbs, which had been suspended in mid-air by ropes for so long.

Helpless and terrified tears streamed down her cheeks, but they failed to elicit any pity from the mysterious man.

Like a ruthless observer, he arrived at the abandoned toilet every day on time, silently observing Hanako's situation.

Then, from time to time, they would feed Hanako, who was getting weaker and weaker and no longer able to resist, some water and liquid food, and even give her intravenous glucose.

As time went by, the pain in his limbs intensified, and his muscles and tendons eventually began to inflame and die from the tearing force of gravity.

Because his lower jaw had been stretched open for so long, it could no longer close. Flies crawled onto the blackened, necrotic areas of Hanako's limbs and multiplied into a large number of maggots.

Hanako's last memory was of a mysterious man, seeing that she was no longer worth observing, taking a wood-chopping knife and severing her neck one blow after another.

Hanako's story made Haruko and Fukue frown. It was clear that Hanako had encountered a serial killer.

"So, what is your obsession?"

As she spoke, a large number of maggots formed from twisted spiritual energy began to appear around her body, and Hanako spoke in a sinister and terrifying voice.

"I need to find my head, I need to kill him, kill him!!!"

The intense resentment spread instantly, briefly turning the surrounding yellow, mysterious mist into a pitch-black hue.

"Hmm, this looks much scarier. It probably can't be displayed in the club."

The sudden outburst provoked Hanako's hatred. She turned her head coldly, about to roar and rush forward to kill the person who had spoken. But in the instant her gaze met Fukie's indifferent eyes, she instantly transformed back into the girl with strangely shaped limbs but very delicate features.

“That’s pretty much it”

Hanako said weakly, trying to minimize her presence, afraid that her earlier gaze would upset Fukie. She picked up the amulet that exuded a terrifying aura and immediately gave herself a taste of her own medicine.

"So, your fusion with Ms. Yoshimura was also to use her to find the murderer?"

Yes, but...

Hanako looked at Yoshimura Hanako with complicated emotions. She never expected that she would turn Yoshimura Hanako into this.

She transformed from a delicate little girl into an ugly, strong, and seemingly more masculine monster.

"Understood. We will fulfill your obsession. After that, please leave Ms. Yoshimura's body."

Hanako nodded, and then slowly merged into Yoshimura Hanako's body.

Haruko Higa then raised her hand to dispel the formation, and Hanako Yoshimura slowly woke up from the ground.

"Higa-senpai, it's me."

While tidying up the psychic equipment on the ground, Haruko explained everything that had just happened to her.

After listening to Haruko Higa's story, Hanako Yoshimura's expression was very complicated.

Just as she was immersed in some kind of emotion, Fujang suddenly spoke.

"How much is your camera? I'll buy it."

Haruko glanced at the camera, then casually placed the psychic equipment she was holding on the shelf.

“Just take it. I don’t really need it. There are some paranormal scenes I filmed inside. You can show them to others if needed.”

"Oh? Then thank you very much."

After speaking, Fukie looked at Yoshimura Hanako, who was still sitting on the ground.

"Stop daydreaming. That's how things are. If you want to solve your problem, get rid of this obsession with Hanako."

After saying this, Fujang turned off the camera and put it away. With a blank expression, he walked to the study, opened the door, went in, and locked the door behind him.

A few minutes later, Jia Yezi, with her cheeks swollen and red, and Uta Kasyapa, whose arms were covered in teeth marks, followed Fu Jiang, who had a cold expression on her face, out.

"Um, Haruko-nee, we'll be going now."

Haruko nodded as she looked at Uta Kayo, who had a sheepish grin on her face, and Kayoko, who was being led around like a pet by Fue.

"Okay, have a nice trip."

After the four people left, Haruko Higa hurriedly went to her study and looked around carefully, but found no traces or changes.

Why was Fu Jiang so angry?
Downstairs, after parting ways with Yoshimura Hanako, Uta Kasaya and the other two hailed a taxi to go home.

Even the driver could tell that there was something wrong between the three young men, and wisely didn't dare to speak.

Back home, the little black cat, who had been lying at the entrance of its cat bed, came running over to greet me, meowing. But as it ran, it obediently shut its mouth and darted into its own cat bed.

"You, go back to sleep! You, get up here!"

Jia Yezi nodded fearfully and obediently returned to her room. Uta Kasaya smiled ingratiatingly, but before she could speak, Fu Jiang grabbed her ear and dragged her back to her room.

In the middle of the night, Uta Kasyapa's cries for mercy echoed as his hands were bound.

"No, no more! I'll die! I'll really die!"

Fu Jiang, who was already in a very difficult state, supported his chest and gave a cold smile.

"You like being eaten? Stop talking nonsense and stand up like a man!"

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(End of this chapter)