Kaguya-sama: Love Is War wants me to turn myself in.

"One hundred maps?!" Fujiwara Chika exclaimed in shock. "Drawing so many maps, your hands will break!"

"Hey, why draw so many maps?" Master Zhu Zhu looked up and asked in confusion.

Amamiya Natsuki whispered:

"Besides us, are there any other players in the town?"

“There should be.” Fujiwara Chika pressed her finger to her brow and pondered, “The town is so big, there can’t be only a few of us players, that would be too wasteful.”

At this point, Fujiwara Chika understood: "Not only do we need to find Kaguya and the others, but drawing more maps can also help other players."

The secretary quickly clenched his fist, his conscience pounding: "Then I'll continue drawing."

As a beacon of humanity, Fujiwara Chika will not hesitate to lend a helping hand to anyone in need.

Natsuki Amamiya revealed her plan: "The more maps the better. When we go out later, we'll post them all over the streets and alleys, using eye-catching graffiti to remind people, and marking our code. That way, as long as Kaguya and Haimu see the map, they'll be able to find us."

Lord Zhu blinked and muttered, "...Isn't this just putting up flyers?"

"you are right."

Even in today's technologically advanced world, you can still see many wall advertisements on the streets and alleys, which is enough to prove one thing.

The simpler the method, the more effective it is often.

As they were talking, the curtain of the restaurant was lifted, and another customer walked in.

"welcome."

Lord Zhu bowed and greeted them, having already adapted to the work of a waiter.

Fujiwara Chika was startled; her right hand trembled slightly, and she almost dropped the pen.

The woman who entered was wearing a bathrobe. She had a gentle face, a beautiful figure, and long, flowing black hair that cascaded down to her waist. She looked quite gentle.

Unfortunately, behind the cascading black hair lies another eerie face, a terrifying tale of someone who eats without spitting out bones.

"Hey sir, I've brought a customer over."

Miss Sakura held a small round fan in her hand, gently covering her mouth, her voice soft.

Amamiya Natsuki smiled and said:

"Miss Sakurako, welcome."

Lord Zhu looked up curiously and gazed behind Miss Yingzi.

The curtain was lifted, and a woman wearing an earth-yellow trench coat, with a cold demeanor and a white face mask walked in.

Needless to say, the guests that Ms. Sakura brought here are definitely not human.

"A woman wearing a trench coat and a mask, could it be...?"

Lord Zhu Zhu subconsciously thought of a possibility.

The woman wearing a mask seemed to sense something and suddenly looked over.

Eyes facing each other.

Lord Zhu felt a chill creep over him and quickly lowered his head to look away.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

The woman in the trench coat stopped in front of her, her voice cold and hoarse:

"...Am I good-looking?"

Chapter 253 Despicable Foreigner

"...Am I good-looking?"

The cold, hoarse voice reached her ears, and Lord Zhu Zhu immediately panicked.

Slit-mouthed woman!

The trench coat, the mask, and that well-known line—it's definitely the Slit-Mouthed Woman.

As one of the most famous urban legends of the last century in Japan, it is known to everyone from Hokkaido to the south.

Legend has it that the Slit-Mouthed Woman often loiters around the school, and when she sees someone alone, she will approach them and ask them questions like "Am I pretty?" or "Am I beautiful?"

Regardless of how good or bad the answer is, the final outcome is always terrible.

They'll either be killed or have their mouths cut open with giant scissors.

How to do how to do?

Lady Zhu Zhu turned around in a panic, casting a pleading look at Amamiya Natsuki.

"Don't be impatient."

Amamiya Natsuki gave Zhu Zhu a look, then turned to the shop manager to complain.

"Manager, someone is bullying your employee, aren't you going to do anything about it?"

Master Zhu Zhu: "..."

The shop owner, an elderly gentleman, was preparing a thick omelet when he heard this and calmly replied:

"As a shop assistant, I should provide service that satisfies the customers."

Understood.

It seems to be another rule of the restaurant.

Becoming an employee doesn't mean you can rest easy. If you don't treat customers with strange stories well, you can still be in danger.

The store manager is unreliable; I have to do it myself.

“Miss, please hear me out.” Amamiya Natsuki stepped forward, pulled Lady Zhu behind her, looked at the Slit-Mouthed Woman, and said calmly, “This is my companion. She is not actually human.”

"Eh?"

Master Zhu Zhu tilted her little face up.

Why am I not human?

No one would believe such a lie!

Natsuki Amamiya continued:

"She is actually an all-purpose household angel, but due to a programming error, she can only say one sentence at the moment, which is 'Welcome,' hence the nickname 'Repeat Girl.'"

Master Zhu Zhu: "..."

It's not over yet.

Amamiya Natsuki reached out and patted Zhu Zhu's little head again, "What's the recommended dish for today?"

Talk to me, but don't touch my head!

Zhu Zhu clenched her little pink fist, looked down at her toes, her face flushed, but she obediently cooperated with her words:

“…Welcome.”

I'm going to be a repeating queen, no doubt about it!

What will the weather be like in town tomorrow?

"welcome."

"Isn't Miss Sakura both gentle and cute?"

"welcome."

"..."

Miss Sakurako held a round fan and smiled, covering her mouth.

“Look, sir,” Natsuki Amamiya said earnestly, looking at the Slit-Mouthed Woman. “She really only knows this one sentence.”

Slit-Mouthed Woman: "..."

How dare these cricket-humans toy with me! I could smell the fear emanating from that little girl clearly!

The woman with the slit mouth looked gloomy and silently took out scissors from under her trench coat.

Amamiya Natsuki remained calm, as if she hadn't seen the scissors, and turned her gaze to the object in the other hand of the Slit-Mouthed Woman.

A small animal.

It looks similar to a squirrel, but it is different from ordinary squirrels. It has a reddish glow and is quite ugly.

Of course, being ugly doesn't matter.

Importantly, the little beast clearly displays the message "dark ingredients".

"These are the ingredients the guests brought for me to prepare, right?" Amamiya Natsuki smiled confidently. "It will take about twenty minutes to cook the meal. Please order a beer and wait a moment."

Upon hearing this, the Slit-Mouthed Woman hesitated.

Ghost tales are not human; they are essentially similar to Kaguya-sama, both being ghost-like beings, and thus share similar commonalities.

emptiness.

It's not that the body needs friction and exercise, but rather that there's an emptiness in the soul.

Ordinary food tastes bland and unpleasant to them, and they hardly experience any other pleasure.

The "dark cuisine" made with unhealthy ingredients happens to fill the void in their hearts.

Therefore... Natsuki Amamiya was fearless and completely unperturbed.

"Let's eat first," Miss Sakura said with a smile, covering her mouth with her fan. "If you're not satisfied later, you can always settle the score with the waiter."

"..."

With Sakurako offering a way out, the Slit-Mouthed Woman silently put away her scissors and handed over the dark ingredients in her hand.

Amamiya Natsuki reached out and took it, smiling slightly:

"Please wait a moment, guest."

"Humph."

The Slit-Mouthed Woman gave a soft hum in response.