Super power krypton gold [Comprehensive]

After drinking and eating, seeing that the night is getting dark, it is impossible to go home to renew the stall.I don't know who started it first, but when I came back to my senses, everyone was already discussing the previous "mysterious white figure" seriously.

"It's the first time I've seen that phenomenon."

As the oldest senior present, Yao Yan firmly asserted.

"Is it rare in abilities?"

Gu Gu lowered his voice cautiously so as not to be heard by the curious Chitose girl beside him.

Probably because of the aftertaste of the hot pot just now, his fair face looked more rosy than usual.

"Well, how should I put it... If it's a 'supernatural life form', it shouldn't be in that weird state..."

"For a moment, I seemed to see the face of that figure."

Qingguang folded his hands and raised his chin, and recalled with a little confusion: "Indeed, it is something different from us. Although it is not 'without five senses', but..."

——The "features" of that figure are like melted wax figures.

Or rather, like a half-melted snowman on a sunny day.The forehead, the bridge of the nose, and the cheeks were all disintegrated, losing their contours, and tear-like transparent drops of water dripped down.

[Compared with abilities, it is more like a ghost. 】

I don't know who said that.

"..."

Suddenly, there seemed to be a gust of cold night wind passing through the hall, which dissipated the accumulated heat in the room, and gradually dissipated the accumulated heat in my head.

Instead, an unprecedented sense of unease surfaced.

(ghost……?)

"Ghost~ I've never seen it before. Is there such a thing in this world? It would be great if the smiling Qingjiang was here."

Hotaru was not affected by anxiety at all, and talked and laughed freely as usual: "However, it's okay if I'm here!"

"There are also a lot of ghost stories from the Edo period. That's pretty interesting..."

"As for strange stories, there are quite a few on this street alone."

The Cave King had been watching coldly, but at this moment he suddenly turned the topic to me: "Yes, Master?"

I knew that he wanted to liven up the tense atmosphere, so I took the conversation smoothly:

"That's right. For example, the piano suddenly played at night. When I woke up in the morning, I found flowers that I had never seen before in front of my house. The pile of garbage disappeared. The white sugar in the kitchen was replaced by monosodium glutamate, and the white wine was replaced by Sprite. , the soy sauce was replaced with oolong tea. Also, the parents clearly did not prepare Christmas surprises for their children, but on Christmas Eve, a lifelike Santa Claus knocked on the window and delivered the long-awaited gift to the children..."

"Is this really a strange story?"

Joan of Arc looked complicated, "It's not scary at all, and it's more like a snail girl in an oriental legend."

"Of course not."

I put my hand on my forehead and sighed, "After we received the notification, we investigated for a long time, only to find that there is only one man behind this series of supernatural events, and that is Tsurumaru Kuninaga from the opposite door."

Jeanne: "...Huh???"

"Hey, it's that Tsurumaru. Do you still remember the wonderful admiral who was the 'liver girl, the man who changed the knife'? Tsurumaru is his family's knife, and he happens to be working on this street. The whole street 90.00% of the strange stories he prepared for modern people are 'Hey, are you scared today?'... I really want to arrest him."

"Y-It's nothing. The main thing is doing good deeds?"

Alter Kiss really is very tolerant to Tsurumaru, so I want to arrest him even more.

"Speaking of which, isn't there any serious strange talk?"

Perhaps it was commonplace to play pranks on Tsurumaru, so Kiyomitsu knocked on the bowl in boredom, "It's like, 'I hate it~ why is there one less plate~' or something like that."

"...that's really scary."

I pressed my heart on my chest with genuine emotion, "That means I need to buy a new plate."

"That, that."

The Chitose girl probed her head for a while, almost measuring Karna's measurements with her eyes, and finally raised her hand timidly to intervene:

"If you want to hear strange stories, I can tell you one..."

"Oh oh oh~"

I was the first to applaud, "Chitose is a senior in high school this year? It should be a popular topic in school."

"Yes, yes. To be precise, it's about our class."

Chitose carefully raised his eyes to look around, and found that everyone was listening intently, so he mustered up a little courage:

"It is said that five years ago, in our class—Class 2, Grade [-] of Yingcai High School, a girl passed away unfortunately."

It turns out that this is indeed the beginning of a common Japanese horror story.

(However, this school and class seem somewhat familiar...?)

"The girl is excellent in character and learning, and she is also very beautiful. The whole class loves and misses her very much. Her seat has been reserved in the class. Everyone brings flowers to her every day. During the graduation ceremony, the school also invited Her parents were there, holding the portrait and taking graduation photos with everyone..."

This... Although the intention is commendable, it sounds a little creepy.

"Afterwards, the students would gather every year to mourn and pray for the dead girl. Until the third year, strange things happened>>

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"strange things……?"

Although "wanting to hear strange stories" was Qing Guang's own wish, but he still swallowed nervously when he heard this.

"Hmm. Very bizarre, very scary things."

As if out of timidity, and as if to create an atmosphere, the girl's already slender voice weakened all the way, like a faint candle flickering in the night.

"—that dead girl seems to be back."

"came back?"

Joan frowned, then turned to me and whispered, "What do you mean, are you like me?"

"Maybe if there is Gilles de Ray in modern times."

I answered in a low voice, but my mind was completely attracted by the "strange talk" that Chitose said.

Although the rumors are not entirely credible...but for some reason, I always feel that there is a certain truth in her narration.

Something horribly real.

"Yes, she's back."

"No one has seen her in person or heard her voice. However, in the group photo taken together after the party, [there is one more person]."

"A translucent, white person. That, just like the silhouette you are talking about today... The facial features have all dissolved into strange shapes, only the mouth is raised, obviously smiling."

"The white man, standing with old classmates from the past, opened his melting mouth, and laughed heartily and silently. The next year will be the same, and the next year will be..."

"——————"

This time, I was really completely awake.

It felt so cold, as if the blood in my whole body was cooled with the hot pot soup in my stomach, and evaporated in an instant, completely dispersing from the top of my head.

Not because of the lackluster plot of the story, but because—

I finally recalled where the subtle familiarity of "Class 2, Grade [-] of Yingcai High School" came from.

"Karna."

My throat felt dry, and I opened and closed my lips like a dehydrated fish, "I have something to confirm with you."

"I noticed that too."

Karna pondered and said, "Class 2, Grade [-], and it happened five years ago, so it's probably..."

——Five years ago, the class that Kawasaki, Koyuki, and Sanjoin Shuhei attended.

"In that class, someone died...?"

Could it be that the reason why Kawasaki became a squatting at home was not only a broken relationship?

"The Master never mentioned this matter."

Karna's face was gloomy, and he lowered his eyebrows, "Sure enough, I'm not enough to solve his troubles."

"Yaoyan, look up the high school class of the injured woman today."

I quickly realized, "If that figure is indeed related to the 'dead old classmate', it's not just an accident."

In fact, if we hadn't happened to be here today, that woman would have been locked in a transparent melting pot that couldn't reach the sky or the ground. retrievably towards death.

No one can see her, no one can save her.

It's like a twisted performance.

If this is not an accident, but someone did it on purpose——

no doubt.

It would be a well-planned, vicious murder.

……

……

The ominous premonition lingering in my heart was finally verified the moment I stepped out of the store door.

Not because I saw monsters, ghosts, or heinous murderers.

It's just—as if the night had condensed into shape, on the opposite side of the street a few meters away, stood a wonderful figure like a picture scroll revived.

The kimono is winding, and the paper umbrella is propped diagonally.Classical clogs are incompatible with asphalt and cement, but they complement each other when stepping on this weathered stone road.

The cool, familiar fragrance of herbs meanders and diffuses as if it has life, floating under the same cool and watery moonlight.

"Sell……"

I opened my mouth in surprise, but was stopped by his index finger on his lips and a "shh".

After the exaggerated and gorgeous makeup, the expression between the young man's brows is as ambiguous as if separated by a layer of tulle, and it is impossible to distinguish.The only thing I can be sure of is that he stared at me through the tulle very seriously, and there was an almost solemn demeanor in it.

then.

Just like admonishing a child who doesn't know much, the medicine seller opened his lips and said.

"Miss Qian, are you also looking for [Snow Girl]?"

"It's better to stop this time."

He spoke every word lightly and slowly, as if he was afraid that I would not be able to hear clearly or understand.It also seems that the words are not ready-made. You need to cut a piece of cold moonlight from the top of your head, slowly twist it into silk thread, weave it into strings, and then play long syllables from the strings that hit the audience's heart one by one.

"The disaster related to the snow girl may... take away the things you cherish. Once you lose it, you can never get it back."