Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

We're all online friends, so where's the stereotype of this nerdy guy? How come he's so handsome and young? Are we being scammed online?

No one had given up the idea of ​​leaving, but because someone else had taken the lead, they were also willing to bear the name of a daredevil.

So, he gritted his teeth and continued sitting outside.

A cacophony of surprises and disbeliefs arose one after another. It was just a netizen, after a moment of astonishment, Xiao Jia accepted the fact that the netizen she had never met was actually a beauty from many years ago.

"This is Hanako, the Hanako from the forum. Everyone was startled, right?"

The only exception wasn't the shrine. I sat calmly on the cheap sofa, poured myself a cup of iced tea, and drank it slowly or quickly.

"Let me warn you beforehand, once the game is over, you must stop being mindful of your words and actions. You know about what happened yesterday, right? The Hundred Tales... it's true that you can't summon ghosts, so you definitely didn't want to come in or out. There's still time."

There were relatively young men and women, as well as middle-aged men. When the shrine entered, everyone's attention naturally focused on this most incongruous figure.

"Liar!"

After hearing what I said, a hint of fear appeared on the faces of the people. A couple hugged each other tightly, and the paranormal detective's gaze swept around them.

“On the first occasion we came here, when Shunyi was catching frogs, he dug out a snake from the mud between the paddy fields. I was very timid, so I took the lead in roasting and eating the snake. You also had a bite. The snake meat was no different from the loach meat.”

No one raised their hand to speak.

As the number of people inside the house gradually decreased, the paranormal detective who organized the event checked his phone, confirmed what had happened, and then clapped his hands to quiet everyone down.

“Shunyi, I’m very timid, so I always take you to do all sorts of things. At this time, if there are any snacks that you can’t eat, you’ll make a fire and go outside the fields to catch some frogs or the like to roast and eat. This also serves as a form of entertainment for our rural childhood.”

"It's related. The only requirement is that it be done outside in a well-lit room. It will be ruined if we turn off the lights and light a candle later. After all, if we really want to finish telling a hundred stories outside at night, it will be past midnight."

"Is it over so soon? The sun hasn't even set yet, has it?"

Jingu remained calm, of course. I had already discovered the cameras hidden in the seven corners of the room, as well as the concealed air conditioner that the paranormal detective had secretly turned on.

"If the family has any objections, you should light the candles and end the game."

Meanwhile, the so-called paranormal detective Sang was also experiencing a great deal of turmoil in his heart.

“When you were young, you were from Nagano Prefecture, and you spent most of your childhood in your hometown in the countryside.”

"But just as you were about to cut open its belly, the snake's belly suddenly burst open with a bang!"

It's just that the current tastes of the shrine are quite picky. Those special people can no longer pique my interest. I responded to them all with enthusiasm and agreed on the grounds of social anxiety.

The paranormal detective was unprepared and drew all the curtains down. The heavy, pure white curtains blocked out all the light, leaving only the lamplight in the room.

Seeing that no one was deserting, Detective Peng Mao was somewhat surprised. In that situation, no one could withstand the atmosphere and choose to leave, which would only make things worse and worse and hinder the control of the situation.

One of the people making fun of the other is probably the paranormal detective's partner, who is responsible for providing the straight man's jokes.

It was clear from the time of the paranormal detective that they hadn't come prepared, and they had considered and avoided some of the problems.

“Snakes had been one of the ingredients you used for grilling before. Then one day, Shunyi caught a small snake with a swollen abdomen. You all thought the snake had just stopped eating, so you took it seriously and grilled it.”

Some of the men also tried to talk to Jingu about things that happened offline, attempting to get closer to the two.

The paranormal detective's expression remained normal and serious, but the atmosphere of terror gradually rose as he began to tell me the story.

Chapter 203 The Final Story

"And then? What happened?"

A girl asked timidly, "The paranormal detective didn't intentionally scream to scare them at this moment."

But he was a great storyteller; his deep voice and earnest expression drew them into the stories he told.

"The snake's belly wasn't filled with half-digested field mice or sparrows, but with countless tiny snakes intertwined together, their slime splattering all over us."

"Ugh! How disgusting!"

Because of the paranormal detective's vivid descriptions, just imagining the scenes he described gave some people goosebumps.

However, some people questioned the illogicality of the story.

"Snakes in Yingzhou should all be oviparous, right? Even a pregnant female snake should have eggs inside her belly."

"Of course, that's what I thought at the time too. It was because we felt it was weird that we all planned to run away, but only Shun-il didn't."

The paranormal detective took a deep breath.

The paranormal detective glanced at the camera in the corner, steeled his resolve, and prepared to begin telling the first story.

No one from each family volunteered to be the first to tell their story, and the noise was so loud you could almost hear everyone's rapidly beating heartbeats.

The moment his eyes met Jingu's, hot sweat dripped down his forehead; all of Xiang's feelings came together.

So what if it's cliché? Just now, to reach the number of stories, Xiaojia told some really cliché stories, like the Slit-Mouthed Man.

I really am a demon! I've seen through what I'm doing.

The online community is very different from the offline community. The player, who has never shown any emotion throughout the game for many years, now has an unusual and strange power.

That's so cliché.

The powerful candlelight illuminated everyone's faces. After telling so many strange tales, although nothing bizarre had actually happened, this eerie feeling lingered in everyone's hearts.

It was known that after a short time, the original hundred candles, which were arranged in a disorderly manner, were now reduced to a single, lonely candle.

It's not too late now that things have come to this. If I were to run away at the last minute, what would I have done in the last video?

"The game's decline went smoothly, perhaps because a small minority of people genuinely only saw it as a special game, or as part of their business..."

What will happen before the first flame goes out?

Since that was the first story, and no one chose to criticize the story of the shrine, they just waited for the shrine to finish telling the story and blow out the candles.

"Ahhh!"

That story wasn't particularly scary; it wasn't particularly exciting or had any dramatic or frightening moments. It was more like a unique folk tale.

"That's it..."

"If I had asked you to come, then the first story would be..."

"On the seventh day, you heard that Shunyi fell ill and died shortly afterward. If they checked the news, they wouldn't find that. The newspaper article said that the mischievous boy died from a parasitic infection caused by eating snakes."

But it is precisely because of this knowledge that one understands that those so-called ghost-hunting games are actually very dangerous; it is only because one has actually provoked something that these things are attracted.

"We were terrified, but Shunyi was like he was possessed, lying on the ground and letting..."

The snakes crawled all over him, and then he devoured them all alive.

"The story begins on the same day as now, when a group of people, just like the family, gather together and play the game of Hundred Tales."

"Want to try some? Don't be afraid, it's really delicious."

Before I could even finish speaking, I was forced back down, and the shrine staff outside pressed me back into my seat.

Since they are all Song Lun's scoundrels, they all have few stories or legends in their minds, more or less.

Whether the news I mentioned actually happened or not is not important; what is important is that the half-true, half-false story has made Xiaojia even more suspicious.

Outside the room with light, candles were being extinguished one by one, whether because it was getting dark or because a sense of dread was creeping into their hearts.

"What we all know is that the game really did attract something, but the flames that ignited protected our lives..."

Regardless of whether the stories told by others are terrifying or exciting, old-fashioned or original, everyone blows out a candle before finishing their own story.

"Soon-il was covered in the slime of a large snake and small snakes. Just when we were all scared and ready to run away, Soon-il picked up a small snake covered in slime and ate it like a snack, saying to us:"

"Now that Detective-san has started, it's your turn to tell a story to us..."

For example, the story I told at the end was indeed based on my personal experience. I know that there were indeed some strange things in that world that I could not mention.

“That story may not be a bit cliché, but you think it’s perfect to give to the families here.”

"As for how Shun-il died, you already know, but you can't assume it has nothing to do with the snake's curse. In your hometown, there's no legend of the Red Mouth God. You think Shun-il probably didn't die because of some kind of evil spirit curse?"

At this moment, even the paranormal detective who initiated the event had no more doubts. Should he continue telling the first story and then extinguish the first candle?

Even the shrine adapted the stories of the Shadow Demon, Princess Hōhime, and Ibuki into ghost stories to make up the numbers.

But that time, I wasn't quite sure. Was it because it was my first time making such a small game, or because I hadn't told enough ghost stories? I didn't feel completely immersed in it.

Although I am a relatively unknown creator of paranormal videos among paranormal enthusiasts, I am not entirely a sensationalist or a fraud.

Jingu raised his head and opened his mouth as if to blow out the last remaining candle. In the dim light, everyone seemed to see Jingu's eyes glowing faintly.

But it was precisely that feeling of rebellion that slightly increased the credibility of the story, and the atmosphere of the Hyakumonogatari event officially rose within that story.

That was the very first story.

“But when Shun-il was sick, you visited me. Although my parents did not ask you to leave, when you left, you saw many small snakes crawling under my window.”

It was as if a slight exertion of breath would extinguish the flame of the first candle.

Jingu's gaze shifted to the paranormal detective's lower body. I wondered if the person Jingu was referring to as someone who treated things as a business wasn't actually me.

But I found it was pointless; even when I wanted to speak, my tongue seemed to belong to me, stuck tightly to the outside of my mouth.

The paranormal detective, Gao Tou, blew out a candle, indicating that his story had not yet begun.

So, is it to tell what we're doing as a story to scare people and increase their sense of immersion?

The paranormal detective instantly understood everything; the real ghosts hadn't even returned yet.

Even on the summer night when the uprising began, no chill ran through the hearts of the people.

Chapter 204 Green Lantern

The shrine did not blow out the last candle.

Or rather, someone prevented him from blowing out the last candle.

The paranormal detective seemed to completely believe the story told by the shrine, and with courage gained from screaming, he threw himself onto the table, using his body to protect the last candle.

The sudden action threw everyone into chaos, while the paranormal detective held the faint candlelight to his chest.

"Game over, everyone, I give up! Turn on the lights now!"

While keeping a vigilant watch on the shrine and protecting the candle in his hand, he tried to quell the commotion among the crowd.