Tokyo Ghost Diary

Chapter 186 Graffiti

Tuk-tuk-tuk!

"Brother, it's time to get up. Breakfast is ready. If you don't get up, you will be late for school!"

Outside Hoshino Gen's bedroom door, Hoshino Rin knocked on the door and shouted inside: "And Jiujiu-chan, the sun is going to shine on your butt!"

There was no response from inside.

"I'm in." After Rin Hoshino said, he pressed the door handle, opened the door and walked into the room. However, the big bed in the bedroom was empty, and there was no trace of Gen Hoshino at all.

She was stunned, then trotted to the cupboard, opened the cupboard door, and revealed a small fairy tale nest in front of her eyes. Tamamozamae, with her crystal white hair scattered, was curled up and sleeping soundly in it. The corners of Feng Neng's thin lips were still hanging. With a touch of crystal.

Hoshino Rin reached out and pinched the little girl's soft face: "Jiujiu-chan, Jiujiu-chan, wake up..."

"Well..." The little girl chirped. Without opening her eyes, she turned over and hugged the bear doll next to her, and continued to sleep.

Hoshino Rin was speechless for a moment, then stretched out two tender lotus-like arms to take Tamamo Mae out of her cozy nest: "Kujiu-chan~"

Lying in Hoshino Rin's arms, Tamamo Mae finally dimly opened a pair of blue crystal eyes, smelling Hoshino Rin's unique sweet fragrance, she yawned, hugged Hoshino Rin's slender snow neck, He said in a sleepy voice: "Rin-chan, good morning..."

"Good morning, Jiujiu-chan, do you know when brother left?" Hoshino Rin smoothed the long white hair behind the little girl's head.

"Brother...Agen, I don't know, ah~~~Ugh--Rin-chan, I'm so sleepy." Tamamo Mae let go of her arms around Hoshino Rin's neck, broke away from her arms, and rolled on the ground. He returned to his little nest and closed his hazy sleepy eyes again.

"..." Rin Hoshino flicked the little girl's face helplessly, got up and left his brother's room, closing the door on the way.

Maybe my brother had something to do when he got up early and went out... Hoshino Rin didn't pay too much attention to it. After all, according to his brother's character, it was quite normal for him to leave home alone without saying a word.

I made such a sumptuous breakfast today, but it’s a pity that I didn’t let my brother eat it...

......

Yesterday's heavy rain washed away the dust in the city, as if to welcome the beginning of summer, it freshened the air.

The sound of car horns can be heard constantly on the highway during the morning rush hour, and students wearing campus uniforms can be seen everywhere on the paths surrounded by green plants.

Bicycles jingle by, primary school students wearing little yellow hats chirp across the road under the guidance of their teachers, middle school students gather in groups of twos and threes and laugh, and the city is awakened by such sounds in the morning.

But no city can only have a bright and peaceful side. If the current path is a watercolor painting filled with the smell of early summer citrus, then in the alley a few hundred meters away from this road, there is a painter holding a paintbrush. The "artist" is graffitiing this place with black and red into a bloody hell scroll.

"Yes...I'm sorry..."

The young man with dyed yellow hair and earrings and lip studs slumped on the ground, trembling all over as he stared at the demon walking towards him step by step from the shadows of the alley wall.

The young man held his hands on the ground and backed away tremblingly. Suddenly, his palms touched a wet and sticky liquid, and his nails touched something cold and stiff.

He glanced sideways subconsciously. His hands were stained with blood, and the object he touched was a severed arm whose blood had long since drained away.

The young man's body trembled, but he did not have any other more extreme reaction, because such pools of blood and severed limbs could be seen everywhere in this alley.

But when the figure approaching him walked out of the shadows and came into the sunshine, the young man who saw his face clearly was so frightened that he lost control and his buttocks immediately became wet.

The figure was holding a black and red ominous demonic knife. On his pale and charming face, there was a pair of eyes with a strange scarlet color. The corners of his mouth were lightly grinned with a crazy smile.

"no, do not want……"

"what--!!"

The screams echoed in the streets and alleys. Maybe no one heard them, or maybe... they would attract more gangsters wandering around the streets and alleys with nothing to do.

"Ha——" one foot stepped on the corpse in front of him, the figure holding the demon knife raised his head slightly, and let out a breath of cold air, and then on the corpses lying everywhere on the ground, one after another let out The light ball with a faint wailing sound came out, and was swallowed up one after another by the figure's open mouth.

......

As the morning bell rang, Murakami Yuka walked into the classroom wearing black-rimmed glasses and two thick braids.

Because the teacher hasn't come yet, the classroom seems very noisy.

But even though Murakami Yuka had shrunk as much as possible to reduce her presence, her appearance still silenced some of the noise in the classroom, followed by bursts of muffled laughter and sympathetic looks from others.

Murakami Yuka's head hung lower, but when she looked at the seams on the floor and found her seat, she was stunned. Her desk was a mess with black and red markers, and there were also There are a lot of ugly words and phrases.

She bit her lower lip, put down her schoolbag, sat on her seat, rummaged for an eraser, and began to erase the black and red graffiti with red eyes.

She mentioned to her father last night that she wanted to transfer to another school, but her father's answer was, "I work hard not for you to make such arbitrary demands!"

——Of course she didn’t dare to tell her parents about the bullying she suffered at school! Most of the students in this school were either rich or noble, and the girls who liked to bully her heard that their families were also rich and powerful. If parents know what happened to them at school and come to school to cause trouble, there is a high probability that their own troubles will turn into family troubles in the end...

After all, if someone with some intentions makes a little operation and her father is laid off from the company, what will happen to her family? She definitely didn't want to see that kind of situation.

Therefore, she did not even dare to show at home that she had been wronged at school. Sometimes she had to force a smile and share "interesting stories" on campus with her family.

——Of course she didn’t dare to tell the teacher. Again, her family was rich and powerful. Even if the school knew about their bullying of their classmates, the most they could do was give them a verbal warning... Even if they were lucky, the school would really What if we fire all those people? Moreover, if things really came to that point, she simply didn't dare to think about what kind of revenge she would encounter afterwards!

So desperate, Murakami Yuka thought about this, her vision gradually became blurry even though she was wearing glasses.

Tears dripped on the thick lenses, then slid down the lenses onto the desk. The traces of the marker that could not be removed by rubbing with the eraser turned out to be somewhat faded after being mixed with tears...

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