You say this is a love game?

They're not robots, so they don't have to pick up the doll on a whim. How foolish of them to take something of unknown origin home? Aren't you afraid of picking up some mysterious little piece of metal on the street that turns into snowflakes when you take a photo with your phone?

With such strong curiosity, I am afraid that one day I will be in radiation without knowing it.

Modern young people have become more vigilant, but unfortunately monsters have also learned to keep up with the times.

Trample, tramp...

The small wooden clogs made an almost inaudible sound as they stepped on the ground.

Ichimatsu Ningyo, the geisha doll in kimono, was quietly following the boys.

Tears of blood streamed down her face, tears of resentment and resentment. Her hair had grown very long again, almost hanging to the ground, trailing dust.

Walking, gazing up.

Her eyes fell on Kubo Shinji's back. There was a Buddhist beads pendant hanging on the boy's schoolbag, so she quietly moved away.

She turned to look at Nakano Takeya among the three.

This young man had mocked her for being ugly and old-fashioned and was particularly disdainful of her.

The puppet's ball joints turned slightly, and she followed step by step.

This group of people all turned a blind eye to her existence, which means they all "abandoned" her.

Oh, I don't want to be abandoned.

Ciallo～（∠?ω）⌒☆

Chapter 117: A Taliang swordsmith’s arsenal.

The evening breeze blows quietly.

As he passed through the empty wooden house, a choking sound similar to a whimpering sound was heard, and soon the old wooden house collapsed. The rotten wooden boards emitted a musty smell in the air, and traces of blood seeped out from underneath. The blood was mixed with soft, inky black hair, and it looked like dirty filth.

This street is right on the commercial street, and there is an Internet cafe nearby. People are coming and going everywhere, but no one noticed the collapsed wooden house. Some even stepped over the wreckage of the house, but it was like they were stepping on air and they actually passed through it directly.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from the other end of the street, and black and white canvas shoes stopped in front of the ruins of the wooden house.

Miyazu Inaba bent down.

Speaking of this girl, she is currently investigating what happened at Yemi High School.

But to say she was investigating, it was obviously a fantasy for a junior high school student at Hydrangea Girls' College like her to go to a private aristocratic school like Yemi High School to investigate. Therefore, her investigation was generally focused on online verification, and now she was mainly investigating the school forum of Yemi High School.

As a result, the investigation revealed something wrong!

How could such a small night high school produce so many murder stories?

She wanted to investigate, but Shuten said it was probably over. Remember the Crack Gate a while ago? Those ghost stories must have been killed along with it. At least last time at the school gate, Shuten didn't notice any monsters on campus.

If you really want to find out something, you have to step into the crevice and investigate what is causing trouble in the crevice.

But how can you go to a crack whenever you want?

Ordinary exorcists would go around any cracks they saw. Even if they wanted to explore inside, they would never be able to find the way in.

With Shuten-douji's support, the girl did have a way to get into the crevice, but even though she had a way to get in, she wasn't sure she could get out. Shuten's advice was to not act terribly for now, but to spread the news of this to the exorcists, and then to the heavens. Then, when the sky falls, let the taller ones hold it up. Don't be a fool.

"As a non-level exorcist, you wouldn't want to solve the rift disaster alone, right?"

After weighing the pros and cons, Miyamizu Inaba temporarily gave up the idea of ​​exploring for loopholes and instead began to study the anomalies in Night Light City.

The monsters in Night Light City seem to be a bit active recently, or even arrogant.

The root of this phenomenon is that the exorcists in Night Light City have recently disappeared by coincidence.

Exorcists are relatively rare, and those with spiritual talents are one in a million. It may be better in places like Tokyo, but in remote cities like Night Light City, the exorcists in the city are generally the local spiritual vein managers, or some local shrines and temples. As for the folk exorcists, there are probably no more than ten of them.

If we take talent into consideration, there are only two folk exorcists of the same rank among this bunch of rubbish. Besides Miyamizu Inaba, the other one is an old man.

There are only a few people, and even fewer capable ones. However, this group of people has disappeared mysteriously recently for various reasons. At the same time, the official exorcists seem to have encountered some changes. Now the Yajima family is in charge of the situation, but what has happened?

It would be an exaggeration to say that these monsters are running rampant, but it is true that these monsters are becoming more and more arrogant.

She went out to buy instant noodles and could sense a strong "demon aura" on the street. This was a power granted to her by Shuten's blood. Ordinary monsters would not emit such a foul smell. Only those who had killed people or plundered souls would have such "killing karma".

She immediately followed the lead, and ended up in an apartment in a certain neighborhood, where she discovered that a family had been murdered.

Judging from the scene, the daughter of that family was killed first, and then her parents also died at the hands of the monster... They were stabbed to death with a knife.

The death occurred a day ago.

The monsters that committed the sin of killing have long since disappeared.

Now she had been tracking for most of the day and finally found the trace with the help of Shuten.

on the street.

Miyamizu Inaba bent down and looked at the pile of planks with a serious expression: "We are late."

Shuten's illusion also followed her example, squatting in front of the wooden house, fiddling with the hair on the ground with interest, and digging his fingers into the bloodstains to stir them.

"It seems we're too late. It's targeting a new unlucky guy."

Shuten slowly pulled out his fingers, stood up and said:

"This guy is a paper monster, a puppet that has become a spirit, a kind of tsukumogami. He's killing people everywhere now just to vent his anger."

Miyamizu Inaba: "Where did it go?"

Shuten rolled his eyes at her: "How would I know?"

The scantily clad, petite Ghost King chuckled, "Do you still think I'm the Ghost King of Dajiang Mountain? If I had that ability, would I still be with you?"

"Little rabbit, you should reflect on yourself. Have you not been focused enough on your recent practice? Why has the development of your ghost blood stagnated? Don't be so disgusted with my ghost blood. Listen to my advice. Give up this weak human body and become a ghost. What's wrong with that?"

Miyamizu Inaba stared at her straight, but the latter was not afraid at all and laughed out loud.

This old monster is still thinking about her body...

The relationship between Miyamizu Inaba and Shuten is already very complicated. The two are forced to coexist together at the critical moment of life and death. The demon blood belonging to Shuten flows in the girl's body, constantly eroding her human side.

The ghost king of Dajiang Mountain kept tempting the girl in her ear to accept the ghost blood.

But she wasn't stupid. How could Shuten be so kind to her? Their symbiotic relationship was simply forced by circumstances. Now, Shuten and her were joking around like close friends, but at the slightest possibility, Shuten would absolutely possess her body and once again gather a group of monsters under the name of "Oeyama Demon King" to stir up trouble... This was something she absolutely could not tolerate.

The demon blood in her body that gives her power definitely contains some kind of ambition of Shuten.

She also has self-awareness - in a sense, she is the "vessel" for Shuten-doji's resurrection.

If she really followed the path that Shuten hoped for and degenerated from a human to a demon, her end would definitely be to be eaten by Shuten without leaving a trace.

As I was thinking, a chill came over me. The night wind was really cold.

A few street lamps cast a dim light, barely illuminating the road ahead. Under the lights, you can occasionally see fallen leaves dancing gently in the breeze, adding a touch of loneliness to the night.

Miyamizu Inaba ignored Shuten's smiling face and said in a deep voice, "Then I'll go find it myself."

"Sure, little rabbit, you'll be successful soon~"

Shuten cheered for her, then picked up a bowl of wine with a smile and drank it all in one gulp.

……

……

The damp night fog seeped in through the window cracks and condensed into winding water marks on the glass.

Because he visited Kubo Shinji's house on the way, Nakano Takeya got home very late today.

He threw his schoolbag on the floor in the entrance hall and headed straight for the bedroom.

"It was so terrifying, I almost scared myself to death..."

When his fingertips touched the bedroom door handle, the chill of the metal brought Nakano Takeya back to his senses.

Because the story told by Asakura Yo was too immersive, he and Kubo Shinji were actually quite scared. Fortunately, the young people of the new generation were not as suspicious as the older generation. They calmed down a little and quickly got out of the unlucky story.

Open the door.

This is his private little world.

When entering the room, Nakano Takeya turned on the light. A warm yellow light shone down, and tiny dust particles floated in the air.

It's time to start daily homework.

As mentioned before, Nakano Takeya is an alternative collector who is keen on collecting dolls and figurines. In his spacious bedroom, the main decoration is a series of glass display cabinets, which are divided by several layers of partitions. There are many and complex toys on display, including countless figurines, mecha models bought from Akihabara, Ichimatsu dolls customized from old shops in Kyoto, and even some limited edition BJD dolls.

The half body of Iron Man was placed directly in the corner, looking at the room with a righteous look.

As usual, Nakano Takeya knelt on the antique tatami, wiping the glass display case with his fingers through the white cotton cloth. From time to time, he would pick out some dolls from the cabinet to comb their hair or wipe off the dust.

It’s okay for figurines, you can just throw them in the acrylic display box and don’t have to clean them up, but you can’t do that with these dolls. If you’re diligent, you can just wipe them every day, and if you’re lazy, you have to take care of them every five or six days, otherwise it’s easy for them to have some messy problems.

"Look at how beautiful these dolls are."

The young man muttered to himself, as a heavy player who liked to tinker with dolls, he was extremely contemptuous of the dolls on the street before. The Ichimatsu doll was ugly and had no details at all. How could you expect people to take such a broken doll home?

What a beautiful thought!

I don't know how to make it more refined...

When he wiped the second layer, Nakano Takeya suddenly stopped.

He looked at the partition in confusion. There were three fresh scratches on the pine partition, as if it had been repeatedly scraped by some sharp object.

"How is this going?"

He gently stroked the scratches, suddenly twisted his fingers, and pulled out a tuft of... hair?

Very fine and short hair.

He has quite a few dolls in his collection, so he could naturally tell that this was a doll's hair.

"Ding--"

The metal bracket vibrated slightly.

Nakano Takeya looked up in confusion. This display cabinet was for the dolls, which were now bathed in warm light. The pupils fixed with resin seemed to become lively, and pairs of brightly colored eyeballs all turned to the same angle, looking down at him.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and a strong feeling of fear suddenly surged in his heart.

The center of the third floor.

Among a bunch of dolls dressed in gorgeous clothes, the Ichimatsu doll in kimono was squeezed in, as if surrounded by a group of dolls.

It tilted its head and smiled at him.

……

……

Before this, it was still early.

Under the guidance of Wow Yao, Mizutani Makoto went straight to the swordsmith's location.

"Is this a single-family house?"

Makoto Mizutani looked at the building in front of him and couldn't help but look surprised.

"Yes, Mizutani-sama, he lives here!"

Mizutani Makoto stroked his chin and marveled at it.

The current location of the group is the eastern district of Night Light City. This area is relatively conservative in the administrative planning of Night Light City. Single-family houses left by the older generation can be seen everywhere. However, with the development of land projects in recent years, this area has also seen the emergence of amusement parks, cultural centers, and shopping centers. People no longer have to take the tram to the city center to shop.

The reason why Mizutani Makoto knew this was because when he was looking for a new residence, he paid close attention to the housing prices in this place. The average price of a single-family house is about 23 million yen, and it is also the first choice for him to settle down.

While leading the way, Wow Yao introduced Mizutani Makoto: "He lives alone now!"

Mizutani Makoto was surprised: "He also bought the house?"

"This is not."

Wow Yao proudly put his hands on his hips and said, "Master Mizutani, you're joking. We're monsters. How could monsters be so foolish as to spend money on mortgage payments like humans? We usually choose a place that we like and then start creating a haunted house. If we can't do it ourselves, we'll ask our compatriots to help us until we scare people away... Wahaha!"

Taking itself as an example, the wow demon has the habit of living in empty houses, so it will look for empty houses everywhere in the night light market. When it thinks a house is comfortable to live in, it will settle down in that house. If someone comes to the house, it will scare them with toads and bats. If that doesn't work, it will scream loudly, making the residents unable to rest, and those people will naturally move out.

At that point, the house will belong to it.

Mizutani Makoto: "?"

Wait, I was feeling sorry for you little monsters because your life is not easy. It seems like you really deserve it!

Have you ever considered the pain of those who work hard to buy a house?