I adopted a child demon from the Gap, and I'm a special agent for the Bureau of Supernatural Ab

He turned to the other side and slightly opened the wardrobe. He could sense that someone was hiding inside, silently observing him.

Then, he lay down and looked under his bed. It was pitch black, completely empty. But he could clearly feel someone lying there, almost face to face with him, staring at him without blinking. He could even hear the person breathing.

Then he turned on the light and, in the room where he was alone, found a hammer. He knocked a mutilated corpse out of the wall; he knocked a broken corpse out from under the floorboards; finally, he opened the wardrobe and, among the haphazard clothes, found a skull at the bottom.

The man calmly opened the bedroom door and walked outside.

In the unlit living room, he felt even more gazes upon him. There seemed to be someone sitting on the sofa, someone hiding by the table, and hidden gazes on the floor and ceiling. From within the walls, countless eyes were secretly watching him.

Finally, he vaguely sensed that there was another gaze calmly observing him from behind. He turned around and saw the open bathroom door, and in the sparse moonlight, his own face reflected in the mirror opposite the door.

……

"So, what kind of story is this?"

Li Cheng said, somewhat puzzled.

"It doesn't feel scary or terrifying, but rather a bit incoherent. Is it because the man has been living in a house full of corpses, which is why he felt like he was being watched?"

"Hmph, the fact that you think that way proves you didn't understand at all."

In response, Zhi, who had told the first story, shook her finger and said with a mysterious expression.

"The situation here is not that simple."

"He killed all those people and then bricked them up in the wall, right?"

Kiritsugu Emiya, sitting on the other side, calmly continued the conversation.

"Oh my, Mr. Emiya, you actually guessed it?"

Zhi immediately turned her head with great interest and asked.

"I wouldn't say I guessed it, since I knew about that case."

To this, Kiritsugu Emiya simply said something indifferent.

"The Saitama City serial murder and body-building case is quite famous. Although Kokutou was in charge at the time, I still know a bit about it. The perpetrator had severe bipolar disorder and neurotic tendencies, along with a certain degree of amnesia and schizophrenia. He killed about ten people and built their bodies up in various places in his house, then forgot about them. However, his subconscious kept reminding him of their existence, which is why he felt like he was being watched, and that's why he eventually dug them all up."

"Well, I thought it was some made-up horror story, but it turns out it's actually true?"

Rin raised her hand to support her chin, speaking with a hint of interest.

"Well, I also learned about this from Mikiya. It sounds very strange, so I'm telling it as a story."

Zhi gently shook her head as she spoke.

Illya was clearly frightened, but since Chloe remained unmoved, she forced herself to keep quiet. The others, however, seemed somewhat intrigued, and after a brief discussion, Kiritsugu Emiya began to recount a past experience of his.

"So-called ghosts are actually the images and spiritual will left behind by the spirit after the body dies and collapses."

Reaching out, Kiritsugu Emiya stirred the campfire in front of him with a twig and said expressionlessly.

“I came into contact with this kind of thing once during a mission, and it was only after actually encountering those things that I started carrying weapons with the ability to break through curses.”

It happened during the assassination of a ruthless businessman who had colluded with the town mayor to amass a fortune through illicit means. They later used an abandoned villa in the town, feared by the townspeople, as their hideout, where they concealed many illicit items.

Because the outpost was mainly used for storage, while other tasks were carried out in other locations, it was usually unguarded. Taking advantage of the townspeople's fear of the place, they also believed that it did not need to be guarded.

Kiritsugu Emiya saw this as an opportunity. Normally, the two were surrounded by bodyguards, making it difficult for him to succeed. However, planting a bomb beforehand in that abandoned villa might have a surprising effect.

So, Kiritsugu Emiya sneaked into the villa late at night, when it was least likely anyone would be there, and began making arrangements. He also ventured into the basement where the two men had hidden items within the villa complex, searching for anything that might be of value to him.

The accident happened when Kiritsugu Emiya came out of the basement.

He first noticed that the candlestick at the top of the stairs was lit, shining brightly in the darkness. He nervously picked up his gun, and only went out after repeatedly confirming that no one was there. He saw a pale-skinned woman carrying a kerosene lamp, silently walking upstairs.

The once dusty and dilapidated house was now spotless, its rustic decorations making it seem as if one had stepped back into the ancient past. Kiritsugu Emiya walked to the door, only to find it impossible to open. Not particularly skilled in magic, he could only sense an abnormal flow in the air, but couldn't pinpoint its cause.

Under these circumstances, he began to carefully explore the villa.

He first walked to a spot not far from the dining room, where he saw several well-dressed men and women sitting silently and expressionlessly at the table. The food on every plate was rotten, with maggots wriggling in the yellowish-green liquid. The people there simply sat there motionless, like statues, not living people.

After enhancing his hearing with magic, Kiritsugu Emiya was able to confirm that those people were not breathing.

After learning that he might have encountered the strange events described by the townspeople, he calmed down considerably. Without observing for long, he carefully and silently backed away. Once he could no longer see the people, he turned around, and the next moment, he couldn't help but draw his gun.

The people he had seen in the dining room earlier were now all standing behind him, their expressions as stiff and lifeless as ever, silently watching him without moving.

Kiritsugu Emiya instinctively fired his gun, but with a soft laugh, the bullet struck the wall, and the people in front of him vanished without a trace.

The house had returned to its original dilapidated state, except that the candles in the corridors were still lit, but the light had turned blue-green. A mist began to drift through the air, greatly obstructing Kiritsugu Emiya's vision.

This time, when he reached the gate he had used before, there was no gate; only a bare wall stood there, abrupt and eerie.

He heard a child crying behind him, turned around, and only saw the basement slowly closing, and a withered, pale finger beside the door. When he turned back, he saw countless large and small blood-red handprints slowly flowing across the wall.

The walls are mottled, the floor is full of cracks, the candlelight is dim, and the fog is hazy.

He cautiously made his way down the corridor, listening to the faint sounds of crying and laughter around him. He saw someone dancing in the hall ahead, accompanied by melodious music. But as he approached, he saw only a blood-stained dance dress hanging in the air, and ten severed fingers on a broken piano, all weathered to dust, yet still dripping blood.

Applause came from upstairs. Kiritsugu Emiya looked up and could vaguely see many people standing by the railing upstairs in the mist, their faces obscured, clapping incessantly. Then, he saw where the dance skirt had been hanging earlier, and a pale dancer smiled at him through the mist. Her severed chin, hanging from her mouth, swayed with her smile, like a bell tied to a windowsill.

Then, he went up the stairs to the second floor, passing the place where he had heard the applause. He heard countless voices talking, as if he had stumbled into a party. But soon these voices turned into screams, into wails, and finally disappeared one by one into silence.

The corridor began to stretch endlessly at this moment. The fog gradually dissipated, but the candlelight turned crimson. A blood-red hue enveloped the dilapidated corridor.

He began to smell a burning odor, as if a fire had broken out. Then he saw a person engulfed in flames scream as they rushed out of a nearby house and disappeared into the wall on the other side.

He heard people raising their glasses in celebration, then being interrupted by a sudden scream. He also heard someone laughing intermittently, the laughter sounding like it was stuck in a twitch.

He heard the sound of water beneath his feet. He looked down and saw the blood that had soaked the corridor and wet his boots.

He looked up again and saw countless mutilated people lying on both sides of the corridor, covered in blood, the crimson color staining the entire corridor vividly.

He blinked, and before him was still the dilapidated corridor, but the dead and blood had vanished without a trace.

……

"And then? And then?"

Completely intrigued, Zhi quickly pressed for more information.

"Then what happened? Tell me!"

"Then I found the window I had climbed through and went out through it."

Kiritsugu Emiya said calmly.

Despite the bizarre phenomenon before his eyes, after an initial period of caution, Kiritsugu Emiya proceeded with complete freedom. He ignored the strange occurrences, found the window he had climbed through, jumped out, and slowly disappeared into the night, moving away from the villa.

"Speaking of which, after I walked a distance away, when I looked back, I could still see dozens of people standing in front of the villa, still watching me," Kiritsugu Emiya continued, gazing at the crackling fire. "Later, I made a special effort to find out that a local nobleman once held a banquet there and invited many people. As a result, that night, his enemies hired many desperados to go in, kill, and set fire to the place, and in the end, no one survived."

"That sounds good. I didn't expect you to have such a rich experience, Emiya."

Zhi smiled and spoke with great interest.

"Is there anyone else who wants to speak next?"

Ilya, who was trying hard not to show her fear, couldn't help but shudder.

Around the fire, the people continued to recount strange stories, some of which they had heard, and others that they had experienced firsthand.

Rin recounted an incident where she was exorcising a family's spirit when she was haunted by a doll inhabited by a malevolent spirit. In the middle of the night, the spirit chased her with a knife, and she was eventually freed by having a gem explode.

Li Chengze recounted a past field training exercise where, while passing by an earthen house, an old man offered him soup. A few days later, when he went to thank him, he discovered that the place was an abandoned cemetery that had been abandoned for several years, and there was no earthen house at all.

Shi recounted his investigation into a bizarre series of suicides by jumping from buildings, discovering that many ghosts were lurking above an abandoned building, and ultimately eliminating them all.

However, Touma Kamijou told a story about a friend of his who stayed up late reading novels one night. When he woke up in the middle of the night, he felt a heavy weight on his shoulders. When he went to the bathroom, he saw someone leaning on his shoulders in the mirror.

The group got more and more excited as they talked, and the story, which started out as supernatural, began to develop in a more and more terrifying and bizarre direction, and it was full of real events, none of them were fake.

Ilya: Q﹏Q

Finally, they talked until almost eleven o'clock before reluctantly stopping, extinguishing the fire, and returning to the hotel to rest.

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Chapter 11, Section 130: Night Talk, Shadow of Dreams

Under the deep night sky, in the pitch-black little house, Li Cheng slept peacefully with his eyes closed. At first, he slept soundly, but soon he frowned, opened his eyes, and turned to look at the little girl beside him, who was gazing at him.

"Can't you sleep?"

He reached out and gently patted the girl's face.

"Um……"

tide nodded slightly, a somewhat troubled expression on her face.

"You had too much fun, so you're too energetic to sleep?"

Li Cheng smiled slightly and pinched tide's nose.

tide grabbed Li Cheng's hand unhappily and pulled it off her nose. After a moment of silence, she rested her head on Li Cheng's palm and then nestled against his chest, looking at him with a somewhat bored expression.

"tide can't sleep, Cheng, tell tide a story..."

"Didn't you hear enough at the bonfire party outside?"

Li Cheng flicked the girl's forehead and said with a light laugh.

“Not enough, not enough,” the little girl shook her head like a rattle drum. “Just now outside, Cheng only told one story. Everyone was telling their own stories. tide wanted to hear Cheng’s story, but Cheng only told one.”

"So, is tide interested in my past life?"

Li Cheng asked, somewhat surprised.

"Uh-huh!"

tide nodded very seriously.

"Ah...my story?"

Li Cheng rubbed his hair, lost in thought.