A comic book, but a librarian

The discussion on the anonymous forum about this incident soon came to an end, as if to them, jumping off a building to commit suicide was not an incident at all. If Yotsuya Miko had not raised her head to take a look, if Uesugi Cheng had not used soul essence to enhance her perception, she might have just casually sighed and stopped paying attention.

"There is absolutely no useful information, except that someone recently jumped off a building. It's so cold and incomprehensible."

Hikigaya Hachiman complained a little. He found it hard to imagine that everyone was so indifferent to the series of jumping incidents from buildings, as if they had become accustomed to it, like it was a common occurrence.

"See you here..."

"I don't know...but that guy has set his sights on me, I saw it clearly...I am so unlucky."

Yotsuya Miko's tone was calm, but her slightly trembling arms showed that she did not look calm.

"Do you need someone to accompany you? We may not be able to solve this problem immediately. Hikigaya, what are you going to do?" Uesugi Sumiya took out his notebook. They now knew nothing except that an evil spirit was targeting Miko, so naturally there was no way to solve the problem immediately.

"Me? I can't see anything and I don't know anything... At most I can help you look up information. After all, will I actually see those guys? If I do see them like Yotsuya-san described and get caught, it will be troublesome."

"If you can't see it now, you probably won't be able to see it later. You're not a person with psychic powers, so don't worry. As long as you don't give a random answer like "I can see it", there shouldn't be any problem."

Uesugi Cheng took out his canvas from his backpack.

"If it doesn't work, try carrying this thing with you, maybe it will work."

[White Meditation] (1 Winter): An unfinished painting. It is obvious that the author has his own thoughts about the ending, but it is also obvious that such thoughts are not what he wants.

This is Uesugi Cheng's unfinished painting. After using the Great Art, it has been tainted with a little power. The nature of winter always exists with the intention of ending and comforting the dead. At present, Uesugi Cheng can only hope that this thing can come in handy in this world.

"Oh, I really didn't expect to encounter such a situation. I thought the problem you mentioned would be more...realistic." Hikigaya took the canvas. He originally thought that the task given to him by Hiratsuka Shizuka was just to prevent bad things from happening. He didn't expect that his life might be in danger in the blink of an eye.

"I've already told you, didn't you bump into this on your own?"

Uesugi Cheng stood up and stretched lazily. There always seemed to be a sense of disharmony in Unified High School, as if Yotsuya Miko had seen a riot of demons yesterday but everything was calm today.

"That's fine, I asked for it...what about overtime pay?"

"You are indispensable in solving this matter, but first we have to deal with that evil spirit."

After saying this, Hikigaya nodded. Things had come to this point, and he didn't care much about the money. He just asked casually. After all, few people could accept watching their classmates die and doing nothing.

"So Yotsuya-san, would you mind helping me finish what I was supposed to do?"

Uesugi Cheng was still thinking about the order from his brother. After all, although his own small treasury was still quite solid, it would be spent if it kept going out without any income. He didn't want to rely on relief food.

"Oh, okay, well... just call me Jianzi. You're going to buy a can of spray paint, right?"

"No need. I'll buy it along the way. After all, I can't let you go alone. Otherwise, it would be bad if you were suddenly attacked by that guy on the way."

Uesugi Sumire was very disgusted by the scenes in horror movies where the main characters were separated. Moreover, now that he knew that there was a guy targeting Yotsuya Miko, there was no reason for him to separate from her.

[Contemplation of the Dawn] has a function similar to future vision to some extent, and he did not feel a sense of crisis when he used Contemplation of the Dawn today, so there should not be any big problems with Yotsuya Miko following him.

The train to Shimokitazawa was not very crowded. Yotsuya Miko was scrolling through her phone, and her expression looked much more relaxed than usual.

"Phew, it feels a lot more comfortable..." she murmured to herself. Even if some evil spirit from somewhere was targeting her, Yotsuya Miko felt better for a rare time. At least now she didn't have to face any long-necked evil spirits on the train or the lecherous ghosts trying to stick their heads under her skirt which she had to ignore.

The carriage in front of her was filled with evil spirits whose faces would not suddenly distort. This was a treat she had not enjoyed for a long time.

Xiabei Ze, stars.

"Oh, you are the person recommended by Ashin... You are so young." With bright yellow hair and smart clothes, the woman in front of him is obviously the owner of this live house, Ijichi Hoshika.

"Nice to meet you, Uesugi Cheng. Don't worry, I think I have some experience in painting."

Chapter 10: Painting: Performer

“What type of decoration would you like?”

Uesugi Cheng took out some papers for testing colors and sprayed some paint from the spray can to observe the color. In his eyes, the color difference can be clearly distinguished like numbers. This is also an important reason why his choice of colors can amaze everyone who sees him.

"what type?"

"That is, what style of wall graffiti do you want, or a painting, or...?"

"As for this, it's because I've seen that wall empty lately, so I wanted to take advantage of these few days of school to decorate it. Graffiti should be fine, as for the style..."

Yidizhi Xingge pondered for a while and looked back at the entire starry decoration style.

"It should be more suitable for this place, a little more peaceful, nothing too flashy or too street-like graffiti."

As if she had thought of something, Yidizhi Xingge made the conditions very broad, and she couldn't help laughing after she finished speaking.

"Sorry, sorry, it sounds like an unscrupulous client making random requests. Just make sure your words sound nice and don't put too much pressure on me."

"No problem, I'll start working now." Uesugi Cheng's frown finally relaxed. He didn't want to meet the kind of Party A who didn't even know what he wanted. He had heard enough jokes about Party A and Party B in his previous life. The thought of becoming the protagonist of a joke was too scary for him.

"Blue, white, gold, brown..." As Uesugi Sumiko started to organize the spray paint cans and color test papers while Yotsuya Miko had already found a place to sit down. She knew nothing about wall graffiti, and she had seen Uesugi Sumiko's amazing painting skills, so she naturally didn't worry about his professional level.

[Job: Painting] There is always a way to fill your stomach, sell your labor, or use your expertise. (Use soul essence and gather the necessary sex phase to complete your painting in exchange for funds)

首先是他自己的伟大之术【景象与感知】（2穹1冬），叠加明识（2灯1穹），回忆：欣慰（2心1穹）以及他所携带的喷漆罐里面的漆（1穹）

He formed an entry-level painting formula, using the balance and harmony of the dome as the basis for this work. As for the subject matter, he decided to find a more peaceful subject matter in accordance with Ijichi Hoshige's request.

"By the way, are you his assistant?" A cup of drink was pushed on the table in front of Yotsuya Miko. Ijichi Hoshika looked at Yotsuya Miko with interest. She had never met this genius brother of Uesugi Nobuyuki, but she firmly believed in the genius that Uesugi Nobuyuki mentioned. After all, Uesugi Nobuyuki himself could be said to be a genius in some aspects.

"Ah, no... No, for now I am Uesugi Sumiko's assistant, helping him with some preparatory work." Yotsuya Miko was stunned for a moment. Although she didn't do anything, according to their agreement she was already Uesugi Sumiko's assistant.

"Well, it's like this. Fanxing also welcomes you to come here to listen to music. Many bands will perform here." Ijichi Xingka nodded and turned around. Uesugi Cheng was already working seriously. Although she didn't quite understand Uesugi Cheng's unfinished work, she thought it should be no problem.

“Well, I’ll come if I’m free…” Upon hearing this, Yotsuya Miko put down her phone and began to look around the interior decoration of Fanxing and the commemorative photos of performances on the other wall.

"Sister! I'm back!" A vigorous and enthusiastic voice sounded at the door. Yotsuya Miko turned her head and saw a girl who was almost a smaller size of Ijichi Hoshika standing at the door. However, compared to the proprietress Hoshika, this girl's expression was more lively and enthusiastic.

"Hey, isn't the store closed today? Hello, my name is Ichichi Hongxia."

"Yes, this is the person I asked to help with some decoration inside the store." Xingge seemed to be busy keeping accounts in the backstage and responded casually.

"Is that so...eh..." Hongxia turned around and saw Uesugi Sumiya and his work who were busy.

"So...so awesome..."

There was a strange painting on the white wall, as if someone was playing the harp above the white clouds, but the face was deliberately blurred so she didn't know what kind of person was standing in the clouds and playing the harp.

[Performer (tentative name)] (2 domes, 1 heart): It sounds pleasant, soft, and as if you are in the clouds. It is hard to imagine that such a feeling would appear when looking at a painting.

"Is this okay?" Uesugi Cheng put away his spray paint can and rubbed his neck, then took a step back to look at his painting, which was soft and peaceful, as if someone was really playing faintly in his ears. This was the first time he had carefully and meticulously used the great technique to form a formula and then unleash the power it was supposed to have.

"How should I put it... Your family is really... monsters, in a positive sense. I'm now afraid that the audiences who come here in the future will come just to see the paintings." Ijichi Hoshige poked her head out from the backstage and looked at the painting. After being silent for more than ten seconds, she slowly spoke. She finally understood the true value of Uesugi Nobuyuki's words "you can ask me to do whatever you want".

"Thank you for the compliment. Can I pay in cash?"

"No problem. How about leaving your contact information? I'll contact you directly if I need anything in the future." It was obvious that Yidizhi Xingge was also very decisive. She was still immersed in the sensations brought to her by the painting and agreed readily.

After leaving his contact information, Uesugi Sumiko took the money and left Fanxing with Yotsuya Miko. The first thing Uesugi Sumiko did when he walked out of the door was to take out a bill and give it to Yotsuya Miko.

"Hey, I clearly didn't do anything, I can't accept this money!" Yotsuya Kenko waved his hands and refused.

"No, this money is not only your salary as an assistant, but also my apology. After all, you will see that the evil spirit must have the factor of my soul essence added to it, and if you want to deal with the evil spirit next, you may also be in danger, so this is my advance payment to you. After all, what we are going to do next is indeed dangerous."

"Eh...ah...then...then I'll accept it." Yotsuya Miko was a little shocked by Uesugi Sumire's straightforwardness.

"I'll walk you to your door and make sure you're fine today. We'll start working on this tomorrow, which happens to be a holiday weekend."

"Okay, I understand. I'll do my best." Yotsuya Miko suddenly became serious when she heard this. "Please let me know if there's anything you need me to do."

"Protect yourself first. The weaker spirits may avoid you, but the powerful evil spirits may not have such concerns." Uesugi Cheng waved his hand.

Chapter 11 Abandoned Building

Nothing happened that night, or rather, the evil spirit was apparently not so eager to come and take Yotsuya Miko's life. However, according to Yotsuya Miko's feedback, she did hear some disturbing noises, but after midnight, when the power of consciousness gradually faded, Yotsuya Miko was surprised to find that she seemed to be free from the uneasiness brought about by the information perceived by her keen senses. In addition, after she secretly placed the talisman paper under the carpet in front of the downstairs door, it seemed that the few spirits around seemed to avoid her house, which made her very happy.

"Woof!! Woof woof woof!!!"

Yotsuya Miko was awakened by the barking of a dog. She opened her eyes in a daze and remembered the dog she used to have. After it died and turned into a spirit, it seemed to become more and more ferocious day by day. But even so, it still loyally protected its little mistress. But today, for some reason, the evil dog became so violent.

She pushed open the curtains and saw the gigantic dog-shaped evil spirit that was already two people tall, pacing around her home in an impatient manner. The spirits around it seemed to have been completely torn apart by it, leaving no trace of them. Now, it seemed even more impatient.

"This is really troublesome. How come you can't find your way home?"

Her father seemed to be trying to point the way at the door, but the dog was still looking at the wall around the house in confusion, ignoring the door in front of it.

"Well, this is really a headache..."

Yotsuya Miko immediately put on her clothes and went downstairs. She realized that the talisman paper given to her by Uesugi Sumiko seemed to be too effective.

"Oh, you're up so early? Don't you want to sleep in a little? Today is a day off."

Seeing Jianzi coming downstairs, her father greeted her as usual. Jianzi ignored what her father said, walked to the door of the house silently, squatted down and seemed to be looking for something.

"Ah, so it fell here. This is the talisman I worked so hard to get."

The emotionless stick took out the talisman paper from the gap. The paper, which was not in a good condition to begin with, seemed to have a corner broken and the integrity of the pattern was also destroyed. At this moment, the dog rushed into the house impatiently as if it had found the door again. The big mouth swayed next to her head. She even seemed to see the remains of some spirits after they were torn into pieces.

"So that's how it is. That's really amazing, Jianzi."

Behind her, her father looked at the tattered piece of paper in her hand as if he had suddenly realized something, then waved to his pet dog to follow him back to the living room.

Today is a sunny day. If it were according to the settings in those movies and horror comics, it would probably be a good day without any evil spirits wandering around. However, the reality is often not so satisfactory. It is like although she did not encounter any evil spirits, she unexpectedly met her good friend Yurikawaka on the road.

"Hey, Jianzi, where are you going?" Yurikawaka looked at Jianzi in confusion. She remembered that Jianzi said he wanted to sleep in today.

"Ah... I'm going out..." Yotsuya Miko didn't want to say her purpose. After all, she and Uesugi Sumire were only assistants in the relationship. It would be bad if Yurikawaka misunderstood her, although she seemed to have already started to have some misunderstandings.

"Forget it, forget it... Do you want to come with me to check out the newly opened dessert shop over there... I heard they have special secret desserts." Yurikawa Hua narrowed her eyes and pointed at the newly opened shop not far away. Her slightly plump and plump figure showed her potential as she moved.

"Um... I..." Looking at the enthusiastic Yurikawa Hana, Yotsuya Miko's brain short-circuited for a moment and she couldn't find a reason to refuse, so she could only be pulled by her to follow.

"It looks like she can't come over for the time being, shall we walk first?" Uesugi Sumire put away his phone, and Yotsuya Miko apologized frantically in Line, saying that she was being taken into a dessert shop by her best friend and probably wouldn't be able to leave for a while.

"To be honest, I'm still a little apprehensive... Can we really find something in there?" Hikigaya Hachiman shrank back. In front of them, a building stood silently, looking like a silent tombstone.

Even the morning sunshine did little to change its suffocating atmosphere.

"I don't know. Actually, you didn't have to take the risk to come here."

Uesugi Cheng moved his body, his eyes gradually became filled with light, and a barely visible glow spread.

"Just think of it as... satisfying an adolescent boy's interest in the supernatural and fantasy... although I personally think few people would want ghosts to exist in the world we exist in."

Hikigaya seemed a little incoherent, and he really didn't want to show his concern on the surface.

"Be careful. Even though you can't see them, you might get seriously ill and become weak if you're not careful."

Uesugi Cheng put on glasses, a pair of frameless glasses without prescription, whose only function was to make people less likely to notice his eyes.

The cold aura impatiently surrounded them from the moment they stepped into the building. Uesugi Cheng could almost feel that those restless spirits seemed to be ready to make a move, but under the suppression of the light, they could only lie in wait.

The light flowed in his eyes, and different scenes appeared in his eyes vaguely. The description of seeing the beginning and the end in [Contemplation of the Dawn] was not just a casual remark. He really saw the beginning of this building.

"Hey, hey, hey, are you okay?" Hikigaya looked at Uesugi Sumire who suddenly stood still in front of him and waved his hands in front of him in fear. He clearly remembered what Yotsuya Miko said about the person who jumped from the building was controlled to jump.

"It's okay, but I'm a little tired. I saw a lot of things." Uesugi Cheng pinched his nose bridge tiredly, and then began to rub his temples. They had now crossed the blockade at the door and entered the second floor of the building. Although it had been abandoned, the facilities in the building seemed to be unexpectedly well preserved, but there was a lot of dust.

But when Hikigaya looked out through the glass window at the sun in the sky, the sun that was emitting irresistible light now seemed a little...cold.

Hikigaya shuddered and felt goosebumps starting to appear on his skin. He also seemed to hear some whispers in his ears.

It's like...

"Death...die..."

With his shoulders held down, Hikigaya subconsciously wanted to jump up.

"Don't look around or think too much, it's easy to get into trouble."

Uesugi Cheng seemed to have returned to his normal state. He took out the spray paint can he bought yesterday from his bag.

"I roughly understand what's going on. Now it's our turn to solve this problem."

Amid Hikigaya's puzzled look, Uesugi Sumire walked towards the middle hall on the second floor.

Chapter 12: Lure the Snake Out of Its Hole

"No...if you understand, then tell me more. I don't understand anything."

Hikigaya Hachiman scratched his hair. He felt that he might be even more at a loss than Watson who was standing next to Holmes. Watson could at least think a little based on the clues, but he could only look at this building filled with a dark atmosphere and make him feel uncomfortable and let his imagination run wild.

"It's hard to explain this matter in this way, so let's talk about the real thing. Look at this hall, what do you feel now?" Uesugi Cheng walked back to the hall. He walked to the window and wanted to open it, but the window seemed to be stuck in place because it had not been maintained for a long time.

"How should I put it... I always feel like something is wrong, even though it looks just like the abandoned building I remember."

The floor was littered with copy papers, mostly documents or promotional materials, as well as some common plastic films used to wrap copy papers. The wall dust from the ceiling fell onto the floor, revealing the grey cement. There were marks of something stuck on the wall, and traces of the big company logo in the middle that was supposed to be embedded on the wall but had been dismantled and moved away.

"Wait, why are there so many abandoned tables and chairs here..."