You say this is a love game?

So, where the piano exploded, there was a blood-stained floor. Mizutani Makoto picked up the light ball from there. The piano ghost alone provided him with three [Ordinary Souls].

Damn you, you are so sinful!

My eyes moved to the wall of the music classroom, where portraits of several great musicians were hung. The space where Beethoven's portrait was placed was left empty, leaving a blank frame full of cracks.

Mizutani Makoto looked at the "handprint" near the portrait and immediately took down the frame. From the wooden interlayer of the frame burst out an ordinary soul.

You clown, you are inferior to others in everything.

But no matter what, Mizutani Makoto was certain of one thing.

After finishing the ghost story, there will indeed be extra rewards.

These souls should all be formed from the victims hunted by ghost stories... Makoto Mizutani had nothing much to say and could only sigh that things in the world are unpredictable.

How many victims, heartbroken parents, and broken families are behind these 2000 souls?

It was just buried in history.

After a brief sigh, he refocused his attention on the subsequent rewards.

"So, the Ninomiya statue should also benefit from it... It's on the playground, right? I haven't explored that area yet."

You can wait to go to the playground to explore it later.

At the same time, Mizutani Makoto discovered a "secret compartment" under the floor of the music classroom.

Mizutani Makoto opened it and found a special diary underneath.

[Sato Ayako's Diary Part 1]

Description: Soichiro is as gentle and thoughtful as ever. I never thought I'd have the chance to meet him again after college... How about becoming a music teacher at his school? After careful consideration, it seems like a good idea. However, teaching high school students suddenly feels a bit stressful. Fortunately, the students are very young and lively, which immediately reenergizes me.

This time it wasn’t a student’s diary.

But it is the diary of the "teacher".

In this diary, two names appear - Soichiro and Sato Ayako.

Soichiro...this name sounds familiar.

Mizutani Makoto thought for a while, and suddenly remembered the school history he had looked up before - Soichiro Hiiragihara. Isn't this great man the builder and principal of "Private Hiiragihachi Academy"?

Oh my god, Principal!

"Sato Ayako, the music teacher at Hiiragigaoka Academy..."

"She and the principal are old acquaintances, and Soichiro Hiiragihara invited her to teach music theory to students at the private Hiiragigaoka Academy."

Ayako Sato.

Judging from this diary, Sato Ayako is a person with a good personality?

There were no dark thoughts, I was just teaching students at the invitation of an old acquaintance.

The mysterious principal, the good-natured music teacher?

There were still few clues available, and Mizutani Makoto couldn't figure out any plot. He put the diary in his backpack, intending to wait until he found the follow-up and then continue to advance the "Music Teacher" side quest.

What happens next.

"Let's go find Hanako."

The first floor of this club building was where Miss JK and Mr. DK were active, the second floor was occupied by Hanako and the mannequin, and the third floor, where he was currently, was originally occupied by the Piano Ghost and the Portrait Ghost...

From this point of view, only the fourth floor of this building is relatively mysterious. He has explored all other places, and the only one left to fight is Hanako.

"But Hanako isn't on the third floor?"

Mizutani Makoto thought about it and shook his head secretly.

This is a bit disrespectful to the legend of urban legends. You'd better make it clear to me what is the third compartment on the third floor!

Mizutani Makoto didn't waste any more time and took out his two swords from his backpack. He followed the water stains on the second-floor corridor and went straight to the women's restroom.

Women's restroom.

Tick, tick, tick...

At the entrance of the toilet, Mizutani Makoto heard the sound of dripping water.

The girls' restroom in a high school.

Mizutani Makoto looked at it carefully.

This is not recommended in the real world.

Otherwise, it will easily lead to the end of "social death".

The main entrance of this women's restroom is facing a sink. The faucet is not tightened and water is dripping from it. Above the sink, there is a mirror as usual.

Mizutani Makoto looked at his reflection in the mirror. The mirror was covered with spider-web cracks, reflecting the distorted figures of countless young boys.

His strong psychological quality prevented him from being frightened by the gloomy atmosphere.

In the third toilet cubicle, Mizutani Makoto knocked on the toilet door three times with an expressionless face.

"Hanako, let's play together."

Then he took a few steps back, preparing for the coming impact.

tick, tick...

The dripping speed of the faucet suddenly increased.

A strong sense of danger surged in Mizutani Makoto's heart, his heartbeat kept accelerating, and his body tensed up almost instantly, entering a combat state.

"Hanako, here you are."

Mizutani Makoto was stunned.

What he heard was a sound similar to that of a young girl crying.

The bathroom door was slowly pushed open, and sobbing sounds fell from the ceiling.

That's a girl.

She was about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a Taisho-era school uniform, a purple hakama, with a faded cherry blossom ribbon tied at the end of her pigtail. As she was hanging upside down from the ceiling, her drooping hair brushed against Mizutani Makoto's nose, and there was a disgusting smell, similar to the smell of rotten orange mixed with the fishy smell of lime.

Also hanging down was the girl's hakama skirt.

But she fell down in an instant. Mizutani Makoto had good eyesight and caught her big white legs exposed when her dress fluttered... No, you don't even need to look at her legs, just look at her wrists!

The girl's wrists were covered with centipede-like stitches, as if a corpse had been put back together.

In the blink of an eye, the girl fell into the toilet. She lowered her head, leaned against the corner, and was sobbing softly.

Mizutani Makoto was stunned on the spot.

"Who are you?"

Where is Hanako?

How can I be so small as Hanako-chan?

In urban legends, Hanako's punishments and ways of death are all kinds of strange, but they all have one thing in common - Hanako is an elementary school girl with a doll-like hairdo, wearing a white top and a red suspender skirt. She looks cute and lovely, and when she is awakened, she always asks others with a smile what game they want to play.

Ignoring the fact that most of the games she plays are horror death games, her overall image is that of a lively girl.

But there is a JK girl in front of Mizutani Makoto, and you say she is Hanako?

"So, what are we going to play?"

It was not until the girl sobbed softly and slowly squeezed out words with a hint of tears from her throat that Mizutani Makoto finally dared to confirm - this was really Hanako!

JK version of Hanako!

Come on, elementary school students say playing games is childishness, but you, a high school JK, why are you still talking in a coquettish way about playing games together?

Mizutani Makoto took a few steps back and saw the girl raise her head. Her scarlet eyes, soaked in red, were staring straight at him.

This image immediately reminded Mizutani Makoto of the former Satori Yoshiko.

But before Mizutani Makoto could react.

Hanako reached out to him and grabbed his wrist.

She was clearly crying, but her eyes, covered in red and black, were frighteningly cold, almost fixed on his face. The strong malice made Mizutani Makoto's hair stand on end.

Mizutani Makoto immediately shouted angrily, raised his left hand, and slashed the left knife that was supposed to be used for defense directly and swiftly towards the girl in the toilet. At this moment, he didn't care about her image. The most important thing was to kill her first!

Will it win?

Hanako's crying suddenly changed tone, and dark red water stains seeped out from the cracks between the wall tiles, forming blood vessels along the tiles.

Mizutani Makoto felt endless darkness invading his vision.

——The eyeballs of the woman by the window!

When I opened this strong person identification device, I found that Hanako was not affected at all.

She is also one of the bosses who surpasses the paper level!

Okay.

There are a total of seven campus ghost stories, and four of them have been dealt with. Among the remaining three, two are already at the same level.

In the darkness, Mizutani Makoto tried to remain calm as much as possible.

He looked at his knife. The darkness was not pure. It seemed that there was a layer of faint light similar to moonlight shining through it, allowing him to see clearly.

A foul, muddy smell came from the tip of my nose.

That's what a toilet should smell like.

Mizutani Makoto held his breath, held the knife in both hands, and rushed forward quickly with his best footwork, slashing the girl with the knife.

But there is no feedback at all when slashing.

It was like cutting through the air, his knife passed through Hanako's body lightly and without any effect.

However, I felt a cold and damp touch on my ankles.

Mizutani Makoto lowered his head.

I saw a jump rope quietly wrapped around his ankle. The jump rope was like a thorn and blood began to seep out of his ankle.

Mizutani Makoto subconsciously swung his knife to cut the jump rope that was wrapped around his ankle.

The next moment, the faint crying sound suddenly came closer.

Mizutani Makoto widened his eyes. Hanako, who was hit by his sword, had appeared in front of him without him noticing. A pair of cold hands pressed on his head, forcing it down. The two of them looked at each other.

The girl's face was filled with extreme fear and pain, but it was embedded with a pair of cold and vicious scarlet eyes.

"Let's play together."

The slight crying tone suddenly changed.

Mizutani Makoto hit Hanako's forehead with a headbutt. The girl's face suddenly twisted, and the centipede-like crack under her bangs was exposed. Blood flowed out under the huge impact.

Such a weak force.

Mizutani Makoto didn't expect that he could break free so easily.

But when the sound of skipping ropes breaking through the air was heard, Mizutani Makoto suddenly opened his eyes and found that the whole world was spinning.

boom! !

He was actually swung up by the skipping rope wrapped around his ankle and hit his head on the tiles of the toilet.

This power is more than just a dizziness.

Mizutani Makoto's entire vision darkened and was covered in blood.

The head was almost smashed to pieces by this blow.

Consciousness became blurred.

Mizutani Makoto saw a pair of shoes, an ankle with centipede-like stitches, and above that a skirt, and a girl who was sobbing slightly.

She cried and pulled Mizutani Makoto's head up.

The toilet is a squat toilet.

The old toilet from the Taisho period is no longer up to date in terms of some facilities.

But whether it is a toilet or a squat toilet, the flush spout is impossible to fit a person... unless the person is crushed and stuffed directly in.