You say this is a love game?

Mizutani Makoto shook the kitchen knife in his hand and moved forward.

"No matter what you are, chop you up first!"

As long as you don't take your eyes off the mannequin, it won't become active!

Makoto Mizutani used the human model as a target for sword practice and instantly got into the state.

Swish!

Holding the knife in one hand, he chopped it down with all his might. The straight blade chopped down from the left shoulder straight to the heart. Even if it was a flesh and blood body, Mizutani Makoto would have had his entire arm chopped off by one blow, let alone this was just a plastic model?

The sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

When Mizutani Makoto chopped the model down with his knife, the entire human body model shattered instantly, and plastic fragments were scattered all over the ground. Organs made of plastic or plaster also fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

The knife had an effect at once, but Mizutani Makoto didn't look very happy.

There is no soul+N prompt.

The proficiency of the first-class class in the second day did not increase either.

He was even equipped with a tar cloak. Theoretically, every cut with a kitchen knife should be on fire, and a burning wound would usually be left at the place where the kitchen knife chopped it - not ignition, but a burn with a slightly higher temperature. However, he did not sense any temperature on the fragments of the human model.

It's like a swordsman swinging his sword, and his opponent dodges the attack with a Splitting Fruit!

"That's too much in line with the ghost story!"

Mizutani Makoto already understood what the situation was.

He exhaled a breath of foul air and ran to the stairs without hesitation.

I wanted to go up to the fourth floor to take a look, but found that a large number of tables and chairs were blocking the way there, and the road leading to the fourth floor was blocked.

He reached out and tried to shake them, but found that these tables and chairs were riveted together in an extremely strange state. They seemed chaotic and easy to collapse, but in fact, shaking them felt like shaking cement telephone poles, with no feedback at all.

Can't go up anymore.

According to his rich experience in soul wandering, this kind of road is the same as "the door cannot be opened from this side", and the real entrance should be on another staircase.

Then it’s time to run!

In fact, the third floor has not been explored yet, but Mizutani Makoto doesn't want to explore it with such a weird thing.

Hearing the sound of plastic splicing coming from the third floor, Mizutani Makoto's hair stood on end, and he immediately ran towards the first floor.

Then, a chilling scene appeared.

When Mizutani Makoto ran to the first floor, the stairs echoed with the sound of footsteps again, and as he ran towards the atrium, the footsteps behind him did not stop.

When he turned around, the mannequin actually chased him out of the teaching building!

The broken plastic has been reassembled, and even the organs have returned to their original positions.

"Searching for the enemy throughout the entire map?" He frowned.

Are you really running around on campus?

"Then we must not provoke it when we open up new land in the future..."

With this thought in mind, Mizutani Makoto lost all interest in running away.

There's a human model following behind you, and you can't fight. Even if you squat down to pick up an item, you have to be terrified, thinking about when the perverted stalker behind you will pounce on you and bite you. It's easy to lose your mentality when playing like this.

There are still two lives tonight.

Don't let this pervert drive you to mental breakdown.

"Let me see what you want to do..."

Mizutani Makoto prepared himself mentally and faced the human model, closing his eyes calmly.

About ten seconds later—

puff! !

A plastic palm stabbed from the front and suddenly penetrated his waist and abdomen.

Mizutani Makoto opened his eyes and saw the close-up face of the mannequin.

The hollow pupil of the carved eye was strangely widening, and the exposed muscles on the left side of the face were also raised into an arc like a smile.

It was laughing, and even though Mizutani Makoto saw it, it did not stop moving. The plastic-covered palm burst out with a hardness and strength that was completely different from when it was still, and actually took out Mizutani Makoto's kidney!

You dare to take my kidney?!

The severe pain hit him, and Mizutani Makoto lost his balance and fell to the ground.

The blood from the abdominal wound can no longer be said to be flowing, it should be said to be spurting, spurting blood!

Makoto Mizutani took deep breaths to see clearly what it would do next.

The human body model became completely active. Holding his kidney in one hand, he threw away the kidney model in his body with the other hand. The plaster kidney model fell to the ground, and was replaced by a fresh, blood-red kidney that was trembling slightly.

The kidney ran away from home.

But the mannequins don’t stop there.

After it installed the kidney, it showed a satisfied smile, then lowered its head to look at Mizutani Makoto who was lying on the ground, and greed was revealed in its empty eyes.

Can't be satisfied.

It wants more.

Mizutani Makoto finally realized what it was thinking - this monster wanted to replace all its organs with those of living humans.

Ending: [I want to eat your pancreas]

Chapter 034: House with a Zashiki

"..."

Makoto Mizutani, who woke up beside the vermilion torii, fell into a long silence.

He covered his abdomen and moved his palm to his chest, suppressing the vague phantom pain, revealing a gnashing-teeth expression.

"Okay, okay, the organ traffickers are here..."

"Seven incredible stories, right?"

"No one will survive..."

Everyone must die!

After the training of a gym student and the beatings of teacher Tang Shizi, Mizutani Makoto was now very resistant to death and pain. But even so, the experience of having his internal organs ripped out alive by that ghost thing still greatly shocked his sanity.

After recovering from that nightmare, there was only one thing he wanted to do.

Brush up on souls, brush up on proficiency, become stronger, until all these "teachers" explode into souls!

The teaching building on the left is the elite monster room. As far as we know, two campus ghost stories are already stuffed in it, so you can't go there.

Mizutani Makoto decided on the next course of action.

What a weird story!

Facing this supermodel elite monster, his ability to resist can only be said to be similar to that of the heroines in some special themes - the resistance is quite fierce and the screams are quite loud, but it basically just serves to add interest.

Mizutani Makoto's attention was focused on [Kendo: Niten Ichiryu].

Since he couldn't find the Fire Keeper to upgrade, he could only improve his equipment and skills if he wanted to increase his combat power.

She went straight to the two JK ladies in the atrium, and in the battle that she gradually became more and more proficient in, she sent the two novice instructors in black and white stockings away in a gorgeous manner.

Soul +42!

Mizutani Makoto was filled with anger and ran straight towards the teaching building.

Of course, he still stays away from the building where the mannequin is located.

If you get tangled up with it once, your life will be over. That thing can even run out of the teaching building. I guess it can chase him all over the campus!

The teaching building he was going to now was the place he had been to once when he was escaping in a panic.

【1-A】

Class A, Grade 1, is located in the main teaching building. These three connected teaching buildings are all four stories high. Since the first and second floors are where the first-year students stay, the third and fourth floors above should be the territory of the second-year students.

As for the senior year, it should be in the building opposite, that is, the one leading into the square. The teachers' and principals' offices are probably also in there.

Mizutani Makoto took a deep breath and began tonight's exploration.

……

……

It was a little after four in the morning.

A ray of indigo morning light leaked in through the gaps in the blinds. Looking through the gaps in the blinds, the fish belly white sky looked like a crumpled piece of white paper, a hazy and bright scene.

The hanging glass wind chimes trembled gently in the morning breeze.

Mizutani Makoto opened his eyes, the whites of his eyes were faintly bloodshot, and it was obvious that he was not getting enough sleep. He then propped himself up on his elbows, and the straw mat at the bottom of the floor made a crisp sound like dead leaves, which made him pause slightly.

Mainly, he noticed the shadow next to the mat.

It's a seat.

The girl breathed softly and curled up beside his spread-out blanket, lying on her side like a jellyfish washed ashore.

Jellyfish?

Mizutani Makoto thought it was quite vivid when he imagined a jellyfish stranded on the beach.

But if he remembered correctly, he had given up the tatami to the zashiki last night out of the traditional virtue of respecting the elderly and loving the young. She should be lying in the warm nest of the tatami now, so why was she appearing not far from his mat, curled up on her side facing him?

Zashiki's breathing was exceptionally steady, and her eyelashes trembled slightly with her breathing rhythm.

Mizutani Makoto thought about it for a while, his head felt dizzy, and he didn't want to go into it any further. He just planned to wait for Zashiki to wake up and tell her, so as not to make it seem like this was some kind of child abuse crime scene.

"I still have to deliver the newspaper."

Facing the cold morning breeze, Mizutani Makoto suddenly became much more awake.

The phone screen showed 04:43, and the Night Light City garbage truck was running over the speed bump outside the apartment.

Time was a bit tight, and Mizutani Makoto quickened his pace in front of the sink. Looking at the boy's listless face in the mirror, he thought to himself that he was not in good shape today.

I always feel a little tired.

It's not an illusion.

Due to practicing kendo and bloody battles, Mizutani Makoto's ability to control all aspects of his body is now much better than he was last week. When he just crawled out of bed, he noticed that he was more tired physically and mentally than usual.

“Is one day too many deaths?”

He thought about last night's experience. The exploration times on Saturday and Sunday were used close together, and he died six times in one night before finishing the game.

Too many deaths might actually make one more mentally exhausted?

It could also be that you’re getting even less sleep, or that you’re sleeping directly on the floor, which makes your sleep quality less comfortable…

Before leaving, Zashiki was still sleeping near the floor mat.

When he returned to the apartment after delivering the newspapers, the messy floor had been tidied up. Zashiki was sitting on the floor right next to the tatami, with his hands around his knees, looking pitiful.

Mizutani Makoto was stunned when he entered the room.

It was probably because I was caught off guard. I was so engrossed in other things the whole time that I forgot that I had just moved into my new zashiki room. The computer almost crashed as soon as I walked in.

Mizutani Makoto scratched his head and said frankly: "I'm back."

That's his rich Gal experience!

Okay, I won’t say anything like that which could easily lead people to misunderstand that he is a lolita fan.

Mizutani Makoto laughed at the idea that popped into his mind, but Zashiki, who was squatting in the corner, immediately stood up and hurried forward.

"Yeah! Welcome home!"

Under the well-behaved doll head, Zashiki's eyes are particularly bright.

In response to Mizutani Makoto's surprised expression, Zashiki raised his head, looking a little proud: "It seems someone taught me how to say this."

To be honest, Zashiki was extremely panicked when he found out that Mizutani Makoto had disappeared.