Tokyo, My Childhood Friend is a Ghost Story

Chapter 117 Why did you come back like this?
The intense pain caused Mitarai's left hand to tremble uncontrollably as he wrote. Uta Kasyapa and Hanako did not urge him, but simply waited quietly for him.

Only after he shook his head, indicating that there was nothing left, did Uta Kasyapa take the suicide note and read it.

Looking at the densely packed records of more than twenty cases of torture and murder, Uta Kasyapa's expression grew increasingly cold.

"brute!"

Amidst Yoshimura Hanako's furious roar, Uta Kasaya stopped her.

"Hanako, thank you for your hard work, but you can't kill him yet."

Hanako nodded, and with the support of her powerful resentment, she extended her demonic domain into the real world for the first time.

Then, Hanako recounted in detail the torture that Mitarai had inflicted on her.

However, because the body is resilient while a person is still alive, Hanako could only gradually apply pressure and stop in time when Mitarai's limbs dislocated and his muscles were torn.

Just as he had suffered, he was suspended slightly above the ground.

The ordeal continued until dusk, when the group finally descended the hillside.

"Has it been dealt with?"

In response to Fukie's question, Uta Kasyapa rubbed his temples.

"Not yet, he can't die right now."

Uta Kasyapa handed Fukie the suicide note from Mitarai, which recorded all his evil deeds. Fukie frowned slightly after reading it.

They were all girls, and they were all tortured to death by Mitarai in various ways.

Should we hand this suicide note over to the police?

Uta Kasyapa nodded and sighed with a sense of melancholy.

Even though the person is dead, they still need to be laid to rest.

During their conversation, Jia Yezi went to Utakayo's side and reached out to smooth his eyebrows.

Don't get angry

Uta Kasyapa took her hand and squeezed it, then looked at Yoshimura Hanako.

"Then, the next step is to hand over Hanako's remains to her family."

Inoue's servants handed Yoshimura Hanako a red cloth that had been prepared beforehand, and she carefully wrapped the skull inside. Uta Kasaya then called Asahi Toshifuku.

Upon receiving the news, Asahi Toshifuku quickly arrived at the scene with the police. After reading the suicide note in Uta Kasaya's hand, his face turned ashen.

"Damn it, twenty-three girls, just like that, just like that!!"

As Toshifuku was filled with indignation, his subordinates were also extremely angry.

"Mr. Kasyapa, where is that demon? Even if the law can't touch him, such a person should still receive the punishment he deserves!"

Utakayo remained silent in the face of the police's anger.

They are certainly angry now, but if they knew about Hanako's vigilante justice, they would probably have a different attitude.

After getting ready, the group set off in a grand procession towards Hanako's house.

Inside the car, Uta Kassapa looked at Yoshimura Hanako, who was holding Hanako's head and remaining silent, and for a moment he didn't know what words of comfort he should say.

The sheer rage and despair Hanako displayed while torturing Mitarai was enough to have a profound impact on her, even though she didn't witness Hanako's death.

Soon, the car arrived at Hanako's house.

A warm detached house with a yard full of small white flowers.

Haruko Higa, who had been waiting there for some time, stubbed out her cigarette, walked up to Hanako Yoshimura, and pressed down on her tall frame.

A moment later, Yoshimura Hanako's body suddenly went limp, and she collapsed to her knees on the ground.

"Don't linger too long, not with your parents, and..."

Before she could finish speaking, Uta Kasyapa and the others quickly helped her up.

Looking at the tears in her eyes, everyone knew that the body inhabited by this girl was the one who had been tortured to death in the abandoned toilet.

"What are you looking for?"

Hanako's mother saw the crowd at the door. Asahi Toshifuku took a deep breath, told her that Hanako's remains had been found, and then stepped outside to let Hanako out from behind him.

Hanako's mother paused, then subconsciously looked at the black box, about the size of a child, in Hanako's hand.

The commotion outside caught Hanako's father's attention. He rushed to the door to support his wife, whose body was limp, his eyes filled with vigilance.

"what happened?"

"That, that's... Hanako."

Following Hanako's mother's trembling gaze, Hanako's father suddenly gasped for breath.

Releasing his wife, Hanako's father trembled as he took the box from Hanako's hands, his eyes red as he stroked the surface of the box.

"Why...why did you come back like this?"

Hanako looked at her parents' grief-stricken faces, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. "Dad, Mom, what's wrong?"

The sudden female voice startled Hanako. She looked up at the girl whose features were very similar to her own and froze.

Seeing the girl anxiously go to her parents and ask what had happened, but her parents were too grief-stricken to speak, the girl seemed to realize something.

However, compared to her parents' deep grief, her face showed more confusion.

"Th-thank you... thank you so much for bringing Hanako back."

The mother's tearful gratitude left Hanako, who was standing opposite the group, feeling bewildered.

She longed to call out "Father" and "Mother," but looking at her younger sister, she suddenly realized that she no longer belonged to this family.

Hanako opened her mouth several times, but in the end, she couldn't bring herself to utter those two names she had waited for for over thirty years.

But she really, really wanted to eat the udon noodles her mother cooked for her one more time.

"Could you cook me a bowl of udon noodles?"

Even though she tried to make her voice sound gentle, it was still rough and unpleasant because Yoshimura Hanako's body had been affected by her for many years.

The grief-stricken Hanako's mother was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, and then looked up in a daze at the tall, indistinguishable male and female figure in front of her.

The moment their eyes met, Hanako's mother froze.

Hanako's father noticed his wife's unusual behavior and looked up at her. Seeing the extremely complicated look in Hanako's eyes, his heart clenched for no reason.

Udon noodles?

As her mother spoke in a trembling voice, Hanako nodded gently.

"Yes."

Confirming she hadn't misheard, Hanako's mother clenched her fist tightly, her knuckles turning white.

Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably as Hanako's mother kept wiping them away.

"Okay, I'll go get it for you right away!"

Once the mother had calmed down a bit, she didn't care about the box containing her daughter's remains in her hand, and rushed into the house.

The father understood what was happening. He took off his glasses, wiped away his tears, and forced a smile through his grief.

"Hurry, hurry home!"

The girl was puzzled as to why her father would suddenly laugh at this strange man. Shouldn't the discovery of her sister's remains be a very sad thing?

In Hanako's home, Hanako gazed absently at her own photo on the family shrine, and at the ornaments she had saved up to buy, placed in front of the photo.

Her parents were busily making noodles in the kitchen. Hanako looked at her younger sister, who was curiously examining her, and gave her a kind smile.

The younger sister didn't find her smile kind; instead, she felt a little creeped out and shrank back in fear, taking the comic book away from looking at her.

"I want to take a look around."

The mother, who was rolling out noodles, froze upon hearing this, while the father quickly put down his work, wiped his hands casually, and forced a smile.

"Come on, my house has changed a lot. I... I'll take you to see it."

Downstairs, the younger sister watched with growing confusion as her father led the strange man upstairs.

The changes are huge. There are many pieces of furniture that I don't recognize, as well as many photos that I don't recognize. My room has become a completely different place.

It now belongs to my sister.

Taking a deep breath, under her father's complicated gaze, Hanako put her hands behind her back and curiously looked around her former room.

It was a very strange thing for a large, muscular body to be posed in such a girlish pose, but the father couldn't stop his tears from flowing.

"found it!"

Hanako took out a silver necklace from the wooden board at the bottom of the cabinet. It had turned black due to improper storage. After cleaning it, she put it in her pocket.

Let's go down.

"well"

Downstairs, after finishing her mother's udon noodles with satisfaction, Hanako smiled at her younger sister, took out a necklace from her pocket, and handed it to her.

"It's still so delicious, and it's a gift for you~"

The younger sister looked at the dark necklace, and under the watchful eyes of her parents, she blankly took the necklace and placed it in her hand.

Without waiting for her parents to stop her, Hanako hurriedly got up and strode out of the house without looking back.

Behind her, the mother finally couldn't hold back her emotions any longer and broke down in tears, shouting in despair.

"Hanako, my Hanako!"

As her mother screamed in despair, the younger sister finally realized why this strange person was staring at her with a smile.

"elder sister."

(End of this chapter)