I'm raising a fox fairy wife in Tokyo

That middle-aged, slightly overweight figure is none other than Mr. Tamura!

It was definitely that Tamura guy who did it!!

On the last day of the national mock exam, after Nanami fell asleep, this guy secretly took the girl to the abandoned pond at school and then threw her in.

!!!

That's absolutely outrageous!

Isn't that a bit too cruel!

Why? Why did you do that?!

why! !

……

"what!"

It felt like I had suddenly woken up from a nightmare.

Shijo Maki felt her face covered in sticky cold sweat. Was this the memory of the [spirit] that her great-aunt Shinomiya had mentioned?

"Long Jun, I'm sorry, are you alright..."

I thought a long time had passed.

Shijo Maki looked nervously toward the direction of the staff room door. The boy was guarding there alone; was he hurt?

result……

"what?"

Takagawa Takayuki's relaxed expression made it seem like he was just about to find a chair and sit down to play on his phone.

What are you doing?! Show some respect to Nanami!

The corridor was filled with dark, twisting figures, but just a few meters from the staff room door, there was a vacuum-like area that made it impossible to get any closer.

Gao Chuanlong was a little sleepy and wanted to go home to sleep.

"Is that the coffin of the [Twisting Eight-Foot Rascal Snake Lord]?"

"Um……"

"give it to me."

"..."

Shijo Maki wanted to say something, but in the end, she handed the shoes to the boy.

however.

Gao Chuanlong simply put it in his pocket.

Eh?

Why not just crush and destroy it?!

"You've reminded me, Shijo-kun, Nanami seems to be looking for something, and without a doubt, she's looking for Tamura."

Look at the enormous female figure, shrouded in black shadows, writhing and struggling to crawl towards them.

Takagawa Ryu took Shijo Maki's hand again, making the girl feel an unprecedented warmth.

"Let's go, let's take her to see Mr. Tamura now."

"it is good!"

Chapter Fifty-Three: Just an Experiment

"Mr. Tamura, are you resigning too?"

"Ah."

Inside an unnamed izakaya in a small alley, two middle-aged men were drinking and eating skewers that had gone cold.

"Ah... I really envy you. It's right not to get married. Women are all bastards. They just wish you would die soon on the online message boards so they can use their savings to go and mess around with young men."

"There's no need to say that; good women still exist."

"So what! Even if there are good women, they won't like a guy like me who's over forty, divorced, and whose savings and house were taken by his ex-wife."

"At least he left that woman."

"That's true! If this continues, who knows if she'll kill me one day? It's terrifying. These days, women really will poison your water every day."

Grrrrrrrrrrrr.

After downing a beer, the man sitting next to Kenji Tamura was already blushing.

"Because of that woman, I made a mistake at work and did such a thing. How can I face going back to school? My life is over. Next time we meet, I might be a homeless person, Tamura."

"Don't be so pessimistic."

"I argued with my family too. Sigh, my sister and brother don't understand anything. They even made me apologize. Do they want me to die?!"

"After all, your ex-wife is very good at putting on a show."

"You really understand, Tamura. Let's be brothers in our next life. Do you want to be the older brother or the younger brother?"

"Okay, you've had too much to drink... Boss, the bill."

He helped the other person leave the izakaya.

A cool summer night breeze swept by, seemingly sobering him up a bit. The drunk man suddenly stopped, stood at the alley entrance, and looked overwhelmed with emotion.

“I’ve made up my mind, Tamura. I’m going back to my hometown in Shinano. My father left behind some land before he died, but no one is taking care of it. I’ll go back and farm it.”

"That's great."

"Right! I've loved Harvest Moon since I was little. Have you ever played it, Tamura?"

"No."

"Ah, next time you come to Shinano, I'll treat you to apples. They're a local specialty, and they're delicious."

The drunken middle-aged man's tired eyes revealed a hint of hope for the future.

"Although I kept complaining, my sister said she would come to pick me up tomorrow morning. Ah, does she still think I'm a child? How could I not remember the way back to my hometown, even though it's been more than ten years since I've been back..."

The man was still talking to himself.

Until.

Consciousness suddenly ceased, and vision abruptly vanished into darkness.

"I guess I drank too much after all."

Tamura muttered to himself.

Instead of taking the other person back to his place, he skillfully took him back to his own home.

The apartment corridor was deserted and quiet at night.

Push open the door.

Without needing any lighting, Tamura simply helped the drunk man into the entryway, through the corridor, and into the living room, before tossing him onto the sofa.

Next... it's time to think about how to die.

"Will his sister come to pick him up tomorrow? Why don't we hang him in the entryway? When his sister opens the door, she'll see his hanged body."

"That's good, very interesting, but are there any similar legends..."

It's not just about killing people.

They also need to depict his death in a way that fits a well-known horror story.

Just like the female student I killed last time.

Before she died, they dressed her in a white dress and a straw hat, tied her legs together, and covered her with a burlap sack to make her look like a snake's tail.

Then it was thrown into the dirty pool water, and the way it struggled underwater was very much like—

[Twisting and turning]

"Genius! The previous one was simply genius, so we'll have to think carefully about this one as well."

Ok……

Tamura turned on his computer and prepared to select some currently popular horror legends and then devise a method of death for the man.

"Why do you do that?"

A sound suddenly rang out from the darkness.

Tamura turned his head and saw a girl wearing the Shuchiin High School uniform, with long dark golden hair, whose beauty was simply indescribable.

"Ah, it's Lady Meli."

As a group of possessors lurking in Shuchiin High School, they naturally knew the identity of the doll girl.

Although she did not join his side.

However, because it was a cooperative relationship, Tamura maintained considerable humility and courtesy at this moment.

"This is the vice president's idea."

"Oh?"

Mei tilted her head slightly, thinking to herself, "So it's that bald old man after all."

"The form of a spirit after its birth is related to its death. Therefore, the vice president was thinking that if we deliberately caused the death of a person, we could make it look like something from a horror legend."

"Even if they only look similar, people's fear of them can, to some extent, become their power."

In human terms...

This is a combination of "scientific research" and "experiment".

And the result was very successful. For example, before, I created that [spirit] that fits three horror legends.

That guy who's called "The Twisting Eight-Foot Rascal Snake Lord".

"I thought this was your interest."

"No, I just like watching people who have rekindled their hope for life and look forward to tomorrow wake up to find themselves about to die, and begin to struggle, resent, doubt, and... despair."

Tamura said.

Each spirit has its own interests and hobbies; for them, killing is not about eating the other person or anything like that.

It's simply about "satisfying oneself".

"Lady Meli also likes despair, doesn't she? But it seems we like different kinds. What you like is the despair of being hunted by death, the despair of being at the end of one's rope."

"Yes."

Mary smiled.

The figure disappeared into the darkness.

"Have they left?"

Tamura muttered to himself, to be honest, he had no idea why Meryl had come to him.

Logically speaking, after obtaining the body, shouldn't she have left Shuchiin High School?

Ok.

I'm leaving too; I'll resign tomorrow. It seems the vice president has a new "research project," and I'd like to check it out.

Okay, let's kill this guy and leave.

With that thought in mind, Tamura prepared to return to his computer and choose a "death method that could become a horror legend" for the drunken man lying on the sofa.

But soon, the doorbell rang.

"?"

It's so late, who would come looking for me?

Tamura was puzzled, and then, a second later, before he could get up and react, a loud, explosive sound suddenly came from the direction of the entrance.

The intruder broke down the door and entered.