unhappy marriage

#1

About two months ago.

When Wakana was still living in the first house, there was indeed a neighbor named Kumazaki next door, but he usually lived reclusively and didn’t see anyone at all. Plus, he had a gloomy and introverted personality, so naturally he wouldn’t have much contact with her. There is no definite impression of this person.

But the house's sound insulation is not very good. When living alone, the house is very quiet. Occasionally, she can hear some strange sounds from the next door, but she can't tell what is making the sound.

Occasionally we meet a few times, basically when Wakana is drying clothes on the balcony.The first house is not big enough for one person to live in, but there is a problem, that is, it is rather dark and airtight, so Wakana will open all the windows that can be opened when she is at home every day, and there is only a distance between her and her neighbors. A small balcony, so she can see the situation next door from the balcony several times.

The curtains in the next room are drawn all the year round, and only when the wind lifts the curtains can one or two be seen. Generally, one can always see the decadent Kumazaki lying alone on the messy tatami, as if watching TV, because The TV was in a dead corner so she didn't know what he was watching.

She also stays at home, but she can't bear such a messy life at all. Standing on her balcony, she can even smell the mildew and sour smell from the next room. It is really hard for her to understand a How can people live in a place full of instant noodles, bento, garbage bags and other domestic garbage.

The impression of Kumazaki only stayed at this level, and then maybe the uncleanness of the room next door affected this side, and her health became worse and worse, and she even fainted at home one time, if Gojo Satoru hadn’t been in time Discovery could be a big deal.But after that, Gojo Satoru changed her to a bigger and brighter room.

She is very comfortable and satisfied with her current home, and most importantly, it is safe.

"Didn't anything weird happen when you were living at home?" Kunikida asked.

Wakaca was taken aback for a moment, and thought about it seriously, not to mention that there really was.

"Speaking of which, I don't know if it's a strange thing... I will lose some of my personal belongings at certain times of the month. Well, I would occasionally have nightmares. Before the move, the symptoms were obviously more severe, and I even fainted later." Looking back on the situation at that time, I still feel a little weird.

During the time she lived there, she always felt that someone was watching her in the dark, and no matter what she did, it seemed that she was being watched. For this reason, she couldn't sleep well for a while.But she felt that it was her own psychological problem. She believed that the house that Gojo Satoru had arranged for her was fine. In addition, the neighbor next door never left the house and the law and order in that area was not bad. She also couldn't understand herself. Why would there be such a premonition.

"What kind of nightmare? Remember?" Kunikida frowned.

There are too many suspicious things, but Luanpo is not there, but even if Luanpo is there, he may not be interested in this kind of thing, especially when it involves Dazai, he probably will say "Dazai's words are definitely fine" and then perfunctory.

Wakaca thought for a while, then said: "There was a man in the dream who couldn't see his face. I didn't dare to get close to him, but he kept trying to get close to me. I kept running away, but I was still caught by that man. It's a bit unbelievable to say, During that time, I could always dream about this man and the scene where he was imprisoned in Mr. Kumazaki’s room next door.”

Not only that, but there was always a hoarse voice echoing in her ears, calling her name all the time, calling her wife wife.

Thinking of this, Wakana's complexion changed drastically, and her small face turned pale in an instant.It was obviously a long time ago, but she couldn't help but recall the scary person outside the door last night, the voice... seemed.

She couldn't help trembling, and the image of the terrifying man shrouded in black mist on the monitor automatically played in her mind.

In the next second, Wakana opened her eyes wide, and there was unconcealable fear in her eyes.

It was so similar, although she had never dealt with Kumazaki head-on, she would never forget that back view!

Just the same!

Short and slightly fat, with a stooped back, messy and greasy black hair...

Everyone else noticed Wakana's panic-stricken look, and Nakajima couldn't help being worried, but Kunikida didn't respond to calling her a few times, so he frowned and patted Wakana's shoulder lightly.

And Wakana was so taken aback by this unexpected slap that she almost screamed.The others looked at each other and couldn't help but look at her sympathetically, knowing how terrible what she went through last night.

"It's safe in the detective agency, don't worry." Kunikida raised his glasses, and couldn't help but slow down his tone and say a few words of reassurance.

"If it's really Mr. Kumazaki, then Mr. Dazai is likely to be kidnapped by him." Wakana clasped her hands tightly, even though she was afraid she still knew what she should do.

Nakajima remembered the strange discovery he had made when he contacted Kumazaki yesterday, and immediately told the situation at that time, and Wakana's face became uglier the more he heard it.

The strange and disgusting smell, the gloomy expression, without exception, matched what she saw with her own eyes last night.

At this time, Wakaca stood up, and the people who were still discussing all looked over in silence, and saw Wakaca suddenly raised his head, with a firm look in his eyes: "Mr. Dazai must be in danger now, we must save him." OK."

#2

Hokkaido, Furano.

Wujo Wu stood in a large field of flowers, in front of him were the curse spirits who had been stacked so high by him.

He looked at the colorful flower fields around him and took a deep breath, even the air was excellent.Although it is not the first time I have come to Hokkaido, but this time I came just right, just in time for the warmest time in Hokkaido, when all kinds of flowers bloom wantonly, and the aroma in the air is intoxicating.

Not far away is the famous lavender field.Looking at the stretch of purple ocean, Gojo Satoru couldn't help being tempted, so he might as well bring Wakana here for vacation after the mission is over.

Ruocai likes flowers very much, in the past when he wanted to "maintain the relationship between husband and wife", he would often buy flowers for her, and every time he saw her smile with flushed cheeks, it was very cute.However, he still doesn't know what flowers Wakaca likes, and every time he asks the clerk to pick them out and pay the bill directly.Now that the relationship is better, I forgot to send flowers.

Sending flowers is quite troublesome, so I might as well buy her a house here.When I saw what I liked in the flower field, I picked it directly, and I could go skiing together in winter, which is really good.The more Wujo Satoru thought about it, the more he was satisfied with his arrangement.

But right now, a bunch of troublesome things haven't been dealt with yet.

Glancing at the curse spirits who were still struggling, Gojo Satoru's happy handsome face collapsed, he walked towards the curse spirits with his pockets in his pockets, and couldn't help sighing: "You guys can talk Yes, all I have encountered recently are so stretched."

Didn’t there be a Mt. Fuji one before who was very exciting, not to mention being able to communicate with wisdom, but also to open up fields.Now these are really disappointing to him, and he thought he could get some information out of torture so that he can quickly end this annoying character and then go back and hug the cute Wakana!

Really annoying.

Swish!

The moment Gojo Wujo turned his face coldly, all the struggling curse spirits in front of him suddenly twisted, twisted into twisted strips in an extremely treacherous posture, and finally disappeared.

The behemoth disappeared in an instant, leaving only a faint breath in the air.

He wouldn't believe this mission if it wasn't weird. It's unbelievable that the curse spirit, who was obviously weak, killed a first-level and two quasi-first-level.He has dealt with countless incidents, and to some extent he still has certain concepts and experiences about classification, and such cases are definitely not special grades.

Which part is the problem?

He couldn't figure it out. He didn't sleep all night and kept collecting information, which made his brain a little dull. He really wanted to eat candy.He took out his mobile phone, but there was still no signal.

Thanks to the fact that this place is relatively remote, otherwise the residents here would die of despair if there is no signal?Life is incomplete without internet.

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru decided to find a place to rest his feet, add some sugar by the way, and think about the problem later.

Killing those curse spirits doesn't mean the mission is over. After all, the signal hasn't been restored yet, which proves that he still has to smash a few more "gophers". It's really tedious work.

Now he can somewhat understand Nanami's statement that labor is shit.

It's impossible to work. Wouldn't it be nice to go back and hug Wakana?

In the 10th hour of leaving Wakaca, I missed her, missed her, missed her, missed her, missed her, missed her, missed her, missed her, missed her.

……

Yokohama.

Dazai opened his eyes, looking at the mess in the room, feeling a little suffocated.

The smell of rotting corpses, coupled with the smell of household garbage in the house, really gave the illusion of going to hell.

Seven hours had passed since he was "attacked".Speaking of which, being arrested was not in his plan. Last night, he originally wanted to go to Wakana's house at the last moment, but he didn't expect to meet Kumazaki halfway, and there was that phone call.

He is confident that his lies can fool most people.As for exceptions, unless that person is no longer "human".

At that time, he was eager to verify his conjecture, and only then did he think of a compromise. Although the plan had changed, it had no effect on the future.He also made a risky move. There are too many uncertainties in Kumazaki now, and his safety is not guaranteed, so he can only take one step at a time.

As he expected, after Kumazaki captured him, he just tied him up in the house and did nothing during the period, not even saying a word to him.After thinking that he was knocked out, Kumazaki left the disgusting smelling room alone, and didn't come back until almost dawn.

And when I came back, I turned on the TV and laughed while watching it.

What was shown on the TV was Wakana's life scenes at home that he secretly recorded through the hidden camera installed earlier, from normal work and rest to taking a bath. I have to say that Wakana who was secretly filmed was so innocent and pitiful.

Kumazaki's almost obsessive infatuation with Wakana is chilling.

Dazai watched as a cockroach crawled out of the instant noodle bucket at his feet, watched it run an obstacle course between the garbage dumps in the house boredly, and occasionally cheered him on in his heart, which made him somewhat bored Some relief.

Then, he saw that fat cockroach standing on the moldy can of green beans that he had eaten not long ago, shaking its long tentacles from time to time. From the angle, it seemed to be staring at him. The petite but inexplicably majestic look reminded him of a shorty cadre of the port mafia for some reason.

Oh, never mind, that color scheme and style match that guy quite well.

Dazai thought about giving Chuya a new nickname, and felt a lot lighter.

The next second, the cockroach raised its wings and flew up!

Dazai's pupils shrank, and he watched the fat cockroach flying around the room in astonishment.

Not bad, this fucking big cockroach can fly, this is the first time he has seen a flying cockroach at such a young age.I thought that flying cockroaches only existed in myths and ghost stories, but they fucking exist!

Dazai's face suddenly turned pale.

Even when he was kidnapped, he didn't have the fear he had at this moment.

Ah, I hate the look of flying around, isn't it more similar to Zhong?Dazai's forehead was blue, and his San value dropped like crazy.

Just when Dazai was about to give up resistance, the cockroach stopped suddenly, and Dazai got goosebumps when he saw the place where it landed - the cockroach landed on Kumazaki's greasy hair, Dazai held his breath, Following the rapid crawling of the cockroach, he couldn't help but tremble.

Thank you, very substituting, people have gone crazy.

Just untie the rope and jump off the stairs.Dazai couldn't help thinking about this possibility, but Kumazaki had already untied the rope halfway through tying him up, so the only thing left to do was to jump off the building, right?

At this time, the cockroach crawled to Kumazaki's ear.Dazai gasped, and watched the cockroach struggling to squeeze into Kumazaki's ear.

Dazai's scalp was numb with the negative san value brought into him, and he felt that he was going to die on the spot in a matter of minutes.

At the same time, he couldn't help thinking.

This person's corpse has been so decomposed that cockroaches flock to it. What is driving such a corpse?The reason why he got involved even at the risk of being torn apart was to find out why Kumazaki was enigmatic. Now it seems that he may have to explain it here at any time.

Totally disgusted.

Although he often stuffed worms into people's ears during torture before, but that was because he stuffed others, and he himself had no possibility of being stuffed.Speaking of torture, he still has a lot of experience, after all, he knows how to do it to make people more desperate.

But having said that, it’s amazing that corpses also have sensory perception.

He has been watching Kumazaki doing indescribable manual work for several hours in front of the screen full of Wakana.From his point of view, he could just see the small toothpick standing upright, which is also very powerful.

He'd really give it a thumbs up if he didn't look at the white maggots crawling all over it.

Judging from the corpse spots and other signs, he thinks that this person may have been dead for more than a week, but because some kind of force maintains him, he can still move and retain the ability to think, but even if he can run and jump, this People are dead, and all physical signs are gone.

Kumazaki's possessiveness towards Wakana does not allow or share all the things he has collected about Wakana. The room is dim, but Dazai, who has excellent eyesight, can still see the pieces of personal clothing hanging on the wall. know whose.

Although it was very unhygienic, he wiped all Wakana's belongings and put them in order.

Dazai thought boredly, what kind of expression would that self-righteous white-haired man see his woman being so flirtatious about?

Can't wait to see it.

"Well, excuse me, can I ask a few questions?" Dazai suddenly said.

Kumazaki remained motionless, as if he didn't hear it.

Seeing this, Dazai was not in a hurry, and continued in a relaxed tone: "If it's about Miss Wakana, would Mr. Kumazaki be more interested?"

Hearing this, the bloated body seemed to react slightly, and when the pause button was pressed, Kumazaki turned his head and looked at Dazai with a pair of slack eyes, with a deadpan expression and no fluctuation in his tone.

"What do you want to do?"

The obviously lifeless expression, the dilated pupils of a dead person, and that mechanical voice.

The feeling of talking to a dead body is quite exciting.

At this moment, Dazai watched the cockroach squeeze out from Kumazaki's nostrils, its body was covered with a strange liquid, probably mixed with brain pulp or something, I'm afraid the head might already be a mass of paste.

Dazai couldn't help thinking.

#3

It was a rare day when there was no task assigned, Qi Haijianren originally wanted to rest at home for a day.

Nanami, who finished her work and came back from the outside, stood in front of the door and noticed the faint traces of spells left by the door next door.It has been at least seven or eight hours since now, and the traces of the spell have faded, but the marks of the spell cast on the doorknob and doorbell can still be seen.

It was left behind by a ghoul, and the work of a careless ghoul at that.With rich experience, he can make a definition based on intuition, but the curse spirit will definitely not be able to enter the room, even if Wakana opens the door, it will be of no use. The moment he enters the room, it will definitely be carefully arranged by Gojo Satoru The curse is broken.

Looking at the traces on it, he was more inclined to guess that the curse spirit could not enter and then left in a huff.I have to say that Wakana is pretty smart, knowing that she can't just open the door at such a time.

Looking at the faint curse extending to the elevator entrance, Nanami sighed.

I'm afraid I have to work extra overtime today.

……

On the other side, Wakana took several people from the detective agency to the downstairs of the old apartment they rented before.In order to facilitate the rescue operation, the detective agency sent Yosano and Nakajima.

"Miss Wakana wait for us downstairs, it's too dangerous for you to go up." For some reason, Nakajima could always feel an ominous aura, and he intuitively thought that Wakana had better not go up.

Wakana, who was already timid, didn't want to go up, but when she thought that Nakajima and the others couldn't see the curse spirit, she couldn't just sit idly by.

"I have to go up." It's the only thing she can't stay out of, because only she can see that.

When they were at the detective agency, they noticed Wakaca's hesitation and entanglement when talking about what happened last night, and she seemed hesitant to speak along the way, as if she wanted to tell them something, but she Most of the time, he chose to be silent.

Nakajima and Xie Ye looked at each other, the latter shook his head, Nakajima was very tangled, after all Wakana is a weak person with no power to restrain a chicken, it is really too dangerous to follow rashly.

But being with Xie Ye is another guarantee, but not ordinary people can accept that level of treatment.

"To be honest, I'm not sure about the current state of Mr. Kumazaki. As far as I met last night, it's not good." Wakana rubbed her arms, her voice was soft but firm, "Mr. Dazai's matter can't Procrastinate any longer."

Thinking of the few treatments he has received so far, Nakajima couldn't help shaking his body and getting goosebumps all over his body, but finally Wakana nodded and agreed.

Afterwards, Nakajima was in the front, Yosano was in the back, Wakana was in the middle, and the three of them went upstairs together.

The elevator stopped when it reached the eighth floor, and Wakana did not dare to relax for a moment. Since entering the building, she has been vigilant against the curse spirit all the time, and she will not forgive herself if she implicates these two people because of her negligence.

"The room at the end of the corridor is my original residence, and Mr. Kumazaki's house is next door, which is the penultimate room." Wakana said in a low voice.

The other two understood, and Nakajima walked in front, quite cautiously.

In the middle of walking, Nakajima stopped suddenly, and Wakana's heart skipped a beat. Nakajima's face was particularly ugly, and he was holding his nose with a painful expression: "It stinks, I can hardly breathe."

Wakana was startled, but couldn't smell anything.Yosano on the side explained that Nakajima's senses are extremely sensitive, and the intelligence is credible.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems unreasonable that the people who work in the detective agency have no special skills, so Wakana nodded and believed it.

"What are these smells?" Yu Xie Ye could smell the familiar rancid smell, but it was so faint that most people would not be able to detect it.

Nakajima covered his protruding mouth, his face turned blue: "The smell of rotting meat, the moldy smell of instant noodle soup, canned green beans, natto, and smelly socks... No, I'm about to spit out the ochazuke I ate at noon."

It's really powerful to be able to smell such a subtle smell outside, even before getting close to the house.Wakana secretly admired the detective agency, so Mr. Dazai, who is a member of the detective agency, must also have special skills, she couldn't help thinking.

The three came to the door of Kumazaki's house.

Yosano took out his usual bag and put it on his shoulder, then turned his head to look at Wakana who was patting Nakajima on the back, and calmly gave an order: "When you break the door and go in later, stay away. Don't show up until we call you out."

Wakana nodded seriously.

Although it was the first contact, Xie Ye felt quite reliable.I have to say that Yosano, who is dressed in a white shirt, black skirt and black gloves, looks very capable. Wakana secretly admires Yosano. It can be said that Yosano is her ideal look. After all, she has also thought about becoming such an independent and trustworthy person. women.

It's just that she is too weak and useless, and at a time like this, she can only think about how not to hold them back.

Wakana and Nakajima made a gesture to Yosano to stand back, and immediately stood back, using the wall as cover.

What happened next can be said to have refreshed Wakana's world view——

Yu Xie Ye suddenly smiled, the smile and laughter were a little weird, she saw her lift up her bag, and slashed at the thick wooden door.

"Hey, listen to the guy inside, don't hide, just kneel down and kowtow to me obediently." With one knife down, a big hole was opened on the door, and Xie Ye stabbed him insanely Another stab at the door.

Wakana was shocked.

She thought it was ringing the doorbell and negotiating, but she didn't expect that the "breaking the door" that Xie Ye said was really breaking the door.Her eyes widened, almost dumbfounded.

On the other hand, Nakajima thoughtfully helped Xie Ye speak well, saying that she was actually not in a good mood today, and she was really not like this usually.

Sure enough, everyone in the detective agency has a skill, so Ms. Yosano's skill is to break the door!Wakaca nodded half-understood, not knowing what was going on.

In a few seconds, Xie Ye, who was laughing wildly, smashed the door to pieces, and then kicked the hidden debris into the room. Wakana looked at the wooden boards all over the floor, and couldn't help being awed.

The only barrier in the house has been destroyed, and at this moment the internal scene is clearly displayed in front of everyone.

Nakajima stood in front of Wakana, ready to fight at any time.But the moment the door opened, Nakajima felt his stomach churning, and all kinds of messy smells rushed into his nostrils, and he almost died on the spot.

Seeing that he was uncomfortable, Wakana quickly took out her handkerchief and made a simple mask for Nakajima to cover her mouth and nose.Only then did Nakajima come back to life, and seeing the "scene" in the house almost forced him to die a second time due to obsessive-compulsive disorder.

What kind of sloppy person can make his home look like this!How long has this house not been cleaned?three years?five years?Or ten or twenty years?

Yosano carried the bag into the house easily, with one hand behind his back, making a gesture of not approaching, Nakajima and Wakana stayed outside the door and did not go in.

Yosano quickly scanned every corner of the room. It can be said that this room has "everything", except Dazai and the so-called "Kumazaki" they are looking for.

"Come in, if you can bear it." Yu Xie Ye shouted outside after a thorough investigation.

Wakaca and Nakajima just came in, and this was the first time Wakana came into this room, and it felt a little bad.

In addition to being dirty, this place is also filled with the strange black mist she saw last night, and she is sure that it is the trace left by the "curse spirit".

"People should have left not long ago, there is a signal left by Dazai on the ground." Yosano picked up a pen from the garbage dump, "It's Dazai's."

Nakajima nodded, he had seen Dazai play with that pen before.

"If you didn't tell us the location, you probably don't want us to continue the investigation." Yosano thought for a while, then looked at Wakana, "So Dazai's purpose should only be to get you to join the detective agency."

Nakajima and Wakana were very surprised, and explained with Yosano: "If I guessed right, the unclear phone call last night, he should be deliberately trying to guide you to find the detective agency, and then ask the detective agency Some people protect you, maybe you are not suitable to show up in the next thing."

Listening to Yosano's calm analysis, Wakana couldn't calm down: "But why..."

"Don't look at that guy who is usually so frivolous and frivolous. If he doesn't want to say a word, he won't reveal it." Yu Xieye put away the knife, paused, looked at Wakana, and said, "That wicked guy It should be because I want to induce you to think for yourself, or maybe I accidentally discovered something that is not suitable to tell you halfway, that troublesome guy, tsk."

Wakana was silent, her mind was in a mess now, and she couldn't think about why Dazai did this at all.

Nakajima patted Wakana on the shoulder, and smiled at her gently: "Please cheer up, you can only trust Mr. Dazai at this time, can't you?"

Wakaca thought for a while, then shook her head: "Sure enough, I have no choice but to just do nothing like this."

The other two looked at her, raised eyebrows with Xie Ye: "What are you going to do?"

Wakaca looked around, frowned and said seriously: "I want to stay and investigate."

She didn't know why she was being targeted by Mr. Kumazaki, and she didn't know why Mr. Kumazaki suddenly kidnapped Mr. Dazai. Of course, she also wanted to look for any missing clues, and she might be able to find the two of them.

"I'll help too!" Nakajima felt that it made sense, so he tied up his handkerchief tightly and joined the search team.

He and Xie Ye sat on a slightly cleaner table, wiped their knives, and said leisurely: "Come on, you two, I'm not interested in Fatty's house at all."

That being said, Yosano threw his handkerchief to Wakana and asked her to cover her mouth and nose so as not to inhale dirt.Wakaca smiled gratefully at her, then bent down and rummaged through a pile of trash.

Looking at Wakana's innocent smiling face, Yosano felt as if there was a void in his heart.To be honest, she doesn't like to see people look defenseless, especially Wakana's innocent and ignorant look, which makes her feel very uncomfortable.

Probably because I have lived in the dark for a long time, and I feel uncomfortable seeing the light by chance.Thinking with Yosano.

She was a little curious about what message that Dazai wanted to convey to this otherworldly little fairy.

……

In the evening, the setting sun dyed the sky outside orange-red, and through the light floor-to-ceiling window screens, it slanted into the house, coating the three of them with a layer of gold.

Wakana and Nakajima have been busy all afternoon, sorting out the sundries accumulated in the house, putting them in a pile of useless ones, and putting them in a pile with clues, and there are still many that have not been carefully confirmed. I joined in and helped out for a while, but the house was so messy that cleaning it up would have been a big project.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Dazai said strange things before the accident." Nakajima was so tired that he sat on the tatami to take a breath, while recalling the situation of yesterday during the day, "I guess Mr. Dazai probably noticed something wrong with Mr. Kumazaki a long time ago, so I have been perfunctory in finding Ms. Wakana. Then when we parted that day, he said 'I am not used to the smell of corpses'..."

"Thinking about it now, that smell is exactly the same as the smell of this house. I searched the kitchen, and there was no meat at all." So Dazai wanted to tell him that Kumazaki had already—

Wakana opened her eyes wide in astonishment.

Yu Xie Ye snorted, and hooked the corners of his mouth with interest: "Manipulating corpses? It sounds pretty nasty."

Nakajima looked at the pale Wakana, and said his guess: "I'm not sure, but I can be sure that the smell came from Mr. Kumazaki, when he hid himself in the dark alley that day. Well, strong, think about it carefully, his appearance was already very strange at that time, I was still wondering afterwards, is there really a human being that is completely lifeless?"

So Mr. Kumazaki is not the main cause of everything, but the curse spirit is at work.Wakana's eyes darkened.

The other two noticed her inappropriateness, looked at each other, and broke the silence with Xie Ye: "You should have something to hide from us."

Wakaca lowered her head, was silent for a while, and then nodded slightly.

Now she understands why Gojo Satoru hid the cursed things from her back then, because most people can't see or feel them, so it must be very difficult to accept such a wild thing.At the same time, because of the inability to change anything, sometimes it may not be a good thing to know.

At that time, he must have suffered a lot, and had to lie and deceive her all the time.

Wakana clenched her hands, and buried her head lower: "After my husband and Mr. Dazai come back safely, I will seriously confirm with them whether I can tell you, so please don't ask too many questions now, I am really sorry!"

Speaking of which, there is no need to press for further questions.Patting the dust on his body with Xie Ye, his face was full of chic: "I will wait and see without expectation, I will leave before then, please contact me if you have anything to do."

Nakajima hesitated to speak, and left without looking back with Xie Ye, only Wakana and Nakajima were left in the room.

Wakana was suddenly confused.Her intuition told her that it would be dangerous to continue, but for some reason, she felt that she wanted to investigate thoroughly, and she always felt that if she persisted, she would find what she wanted to know.

All this time she had been having strange premonitions.

"Miss Wakana, I found something." At this moment, Nakajima suddenly called out, bringing Wakana back to reality.

Going around the mountain of garbage, she walked quickly to Nakajima, and saw him lift up a tatami mat on the ground with his bare hands, while explaining: "I just stumbled here and found out that there is a dark layer underneath. "

Wakaca squatted down, then peeled off a layer of plastic film on the top, revealing a wooden square box with a length of about 25 centimeters underneath. Picking up the box, it took a lot of effort to open it.

To their surprise, the box was full of USB flash drives.

"It should be available here. Miss Wakana, would you like to watch it?" Nakajima walked to the TV and asked.

Looking at the big box of USB drives, Wakana thought for a while, then shook her head: "I'll take these home and look at them."

She lowered her head and looked at the faint black mist attached to the USB flash drive. Judging from Nakajima's performance, she probably couldn't see it. To be on the safe side, it's better for her to go home first.

#4

Farewell to Nakajima, and declined the detective agency's repeated attempts to keep him.Although Dazai's purpose is to let the detective agency protect her, she knows that the less people involved in this matter, the better. Since Gojo Satoru said that home is the safest place, she doesn't go anywhere.

As it got dark, the uneasiness grew stronger.The box of things she was holding was really frightening, even though it was only leftovers, it was enough to make Wakana's scalp tingle.

She originally thought that Kumazaki was just being manipulated, but she didn't expect the incident to rise to a life-threatening stage.Then she must not rashly let the detective agency and Akashi be implicated again.

After returning home, Wakana turned on the lights in every room of the house.When she was alone, she could only do this to let her regain some sense of security.

But it was strange to say that after entering the room, she watched the black air around the box disappear in an instant.

This room is really the only place where she can catch her breath.

It was the safe house that man had built for her.

Go into the bedroom and turn on the computer.When I was thinking about which one to look at first, I found that there were marks on the bottom of each USB flash drive - bedroom, bathroom, living room, kitchen, balcony...

Not only that, but also numbered in the corresponding category, and the time is marked underneath, that is, each color corresponds to a category, and each category is refined according to time.

It's like doing an observation experiment.Wakaca was a little puzzled, and felt flustered.

Then, she randomly took a USB flash drive with "Bathroom No. 2, February 2018" and plugged it into the computer, only to find that the USB flash drive showed insufficient storage space. The red one looked a bit shocking, and there were still two T-sized disk, it is incredible.

Clicking on the folder, she found that there were subdivided folders based on the month, which was very detailed.

Without thinking too much, she casually clicked on a folder with the number 10 written on it, and what caught her eyes was rows of videos edited according to different times.The moment she saw the thumbnail, Wakana's breath stopped. Although she hadn't had time to click in, the ominous premonition in her heart was like an invisible big hand strangling her throat.

Most of the films were pitch-black, but some of the scenes with lights surprised Wakana. The shooting angle was from top to bottom, like a surveillance screen, clearly showing every corner of the room being filmed.

Almost trembling, Wakana clicked into one of the shots with a human figure.

Inside the pop-up player, after the lights are turned on, the familiar decoration, the location of the bathtub, toilet, and shower head are all so familiar and clear at a glance.

Wakana stared blankly at a blue-haired woman in a simple long dress who appeared on the screen.