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

"Not going to say anything, huh?" Amamiya Natsuki waited a few seconds, then stepped into the bathroom. "Then you'd better hide well, your brother is coming in to find you."

"..."

He chatted and laughed with so many strange creatures, including the Minotaur and the vengeful spirit Auntie. He had just rubbed the little head of the vengeful spirit Hanako several times, and he wasn't afraid of the crickets' cries at all.

Amamiya Natsuki really hoped that the other party was a conscious being, so that she could both coerce and entice them later.

When you first arrive in a completely unfamiliar place, it's natural to ask the locals for 'help'.

Go into the bathroom.

Squinting slightly to adjust to the light, the outline of the bathroom gradually became clear.

Along the wall was a row of cubicles with no ceiling, a washbasin, and cleaning tools such as buckets and brooms piled up in the corner. In short, it was just an ordinary restroom.

However, due to years of neglect, the air was filled with an unpleasant musty and rotten smell.

pat.

pat.

Natsuki Amamiya's footsteps echoed in the restroom. She walked to the first stall and gently knocked on the door.

"Excuse me, are you inside?"

"..."

The cubicle was deathly silent.

No one responded.

Did I push the door open?

As Amamiya Natsuki spoke, she pushed the door open inward.

It seemed like no one had opened the door in a long time, as the scraping sound was quite grating.

"Tsk, nobody's here."

Amamiya Natsuki's tone was regretful; the first cubicle was completely empty, devoid of anything.

Turning around, Natsuki Amamiya went to the door of the second cubicle and pushed it open again, just like before.

"Still no one."

"..."

There were only six stalls in the restroom. After checking the first five, Amamiya Natsuki quickly arrived at the door of the last stall.

dong dong dong.

He bent his finger and gently knocked on the door.

Natsuki Amamiya stood outside the door, quite politely saying, "Excuse me, please open the door. Uncle has something delicious for you to eat."

"..."

The cubicle was completely silent.

The crying sounds from before seemed like an illusion.

Amamiya Natsuki tried to push the door, only to find it locked from the inside and completely impossible to open.

"The school is about to lock up, please come out quickly."

"..."

"I'm such a good person."

"..."

"If you really don't want to see anyone, could you answer a few questions for me?"

"..."

Amamiya Natsuki sighed, her voice filled with disappointment: "You're not saying a word. It's really difficult for me to deal with this."

"..."

In the last cubicle.

The vengeful student, dressed in a school uniform, covered his mouth and trembled. Long-forgotten memories surfaced in his mind. Suddenly, he felt a strange gaze looking down from above and couldn't help but look up.

A rather handsome young face appeared above the cubicle.

"...I've found you."

Chapter 286 Hayasaka-san, Time to Go Home for Dinner

"Name?"

"Beautiful...Moon..."

"age?"

"Ten, thirteen..."

A young girl in her early teens?

In ancient times, a thirteen-year-old girl was considered to be in her prime.

That's normal. Twelve or thirteen years old is just the fifth grade of elementary school, so it's not surprising to see them on an elementary school campus.

Natsuki Amamiya asked again:

"Why didn't you answer when I knocked on the door?"

"Yeah, sorry."

The vengeful spirit loli trembled.

"Tsk, what are you afraid of?" Amamiya Natsuki comforted her. "I'm not a bad person."

"..."

Upon hearing this, the vengeful spirit loli trembled even more violently.

Amamiya Natsuki sensed something was wrong.

His skin was deathly pale.

Eyes are jet black.

Her face was covered in tears.

Water was still dripping from the clothes and hair.

No matter how you look at it, it's a vengeful spirit.

When Natsuki Amamiya looked down from next door, he was already prepared to use his skills, but unexpectedly, the crying vengeful spirit student was like a mouse seeing a cat when it saw him. It didn't resist at all and was so scared that it trembled.

Have you seen anyone?

Natsuki Amamiya describes the image of a spy maid.

"Yes, I'm sorry..."

The vengeful spirit girl covered her mouth and continued to tremble, water seeping from her body and clothes, dripping wet.

Amamiya Natsuki watched all this and really wanted to make her take off her clothes so he could check where the water was coming from. "You're so amazing," she thought, "if you were in the Middle Eastern desert, you'd be a saint in no time."

As soon as she opened her mouth, Amamiya Natsuki felt a gaze from another dimension watching her, and silently swallowed her words back.

can not say.

Anyone who dares to make elementary school students take off their clothes will immediately incur the wrath of the Crimson King.

After asking a few more questions, Natsuki Amamiya quickly frowned.

The vengeful spirit in the bathroom in front of me is getting increasingly unsettling.

Take Hanako for example. Although she is a ghost story, she is a wise being who will bargain with you, play tricks, and throw tantrums.

The wailing spirit crying in the cubicle in front of me looked visibly dazed, only able to answer basic questions such as name and age, why it was hiding in the bathroom, and why it was crying alone. It couldn't answer any of these questions, as if it was only instinct that remained.

If you ask her a few more questions, the vengeful girl will tremble and apologize, as if she is being bullied...

You've completely disgraced vengeful spirits!

Seeing that she couldn't get any useful information out of him, Natsuki Amamiya could only sigh, not wanting to waste any more time, she closed the stall door and turned to leave the restroom.

We arrived in the corridor.

Natsuki Amamiya looked towards the horizon, where the setting sun was still blood-red, the twilight was deep, and there were no weary birds returning to their nests, not even a single crow.

Time seemed to stand still at the moment of twilight.

With a light breath, Natsuki Amamiya randomly chose a direction and continued walking forward, ready to verify her conjecture.

Not long after, the sound of desks and chairs colliding came from a classroom.

Without hesitation, Natsuki Amamiya strode over.

In the dimly lit classroom, a boy in a school uniform was sitting in the corner by the window, head down, wiping something on the desk with his hand.

"Young man, your mother will be worried if you don't go home so late, won't she?"

Natsuki Amamiya pushed open the door and entered the classroom.

"..."

The sounds of tables and chairs colliding stopped abruptly.

The boy wiping the table seemed to have been turned off; he stood by the table with his head down, like a wooden puppet.

Amamiya Natsuki looked curiously at the table. It seemed that someone had written words on it with a pen. The light was dim and it was hard to see clearly, but it was vaguely visible that they were insults such as "shini" and "bedbug".

In addition, there were bloodstains on the table, which were obviously still fresh and had not dried.

Amamiya Natsuki's gaze shifted slightly, landing on the boy's hands. She could see that the boy's palms were covered in blood, clearly indicating that he had wiped the table with his bare hands without using any tools.

"Tsk, don't your hands hurt from wiping the table like that?"

Natsuki Amamiya felt a strange toothache.

"..."