The smooth and cheerful tunes in the brass music box made Itakura Masanobu feel a little lost for a while.
Before he could fully react.
Snapped--
The box that just couldn't be pried opened by itself.
A plastic doll slowly rose from inside.
She is about 30 centimeters tall and looks like a ballet dancing girl.
There are many music boxes on the market. When they are turned on, there will be a small puppet inside that spins and dances to the music.
This extra-large brass music box is probably of the same style.
The girl in the box was wearing a white, damaged tutu. The hem of the skirt was stained with dark red stains. It was unclear whether they were paint or dried blood stains.
The music of "Puppy Waltz" becomes more and more cheerful.
The girl in the box keeps spinning.
Dance, dance.
Itakura Masanobu stared straight at the dancing girl doll, feeling a little weird for no reason.
In a daze, he seemed to hear the sobbing sound in the joyful music.
Soon, a waltz ended.
The doll girl in the box suddenly swung her plastic body, lifted up the broken skirt with both hands, and mechanically and twistedly bowed towards Itakura Masanobu, as if it was ending.
Wait for the doll girl to twist and lift her body again.
Itakura was horrified to find that its eyes were crying blood!
The eye sockets that were originally filled with plastic were now empty, with only two black holes inside, filled with black and red blood.
The dirty, rancid liquid fell onto the brass box and spread to the floor.
The sudden change made Itakura Masanobu sit down on the floor in fright.
Wow——
There was a crashing sound.
The ballet girl doll suddenly fell into the box.
The handle on the right side of the brass music box began to rotate on its own.
The cheerful "Puppy Waltz" was played again. This time the tune seemed to have changed its tune. It was faster, happier, and weirder than the last time.
The doll girl in the box did not rise again.
The inside of the opened music box was so dark that it was impossible to see what was inside.
Itakura Masanobu seemed to hear slight moans and sighs coming from inside.
"Um--"
The moaning in the box got a little louder, so I was sure it wasn't an auditory hallucination.
Bang!
The brass music box shook.
Something comes out of the box.
It was a pale hand, with no trace of blood, and its nails were black. It stretched out from the box and clung to the edge.
It's a person!
There is a person in the box!
Although the brass music box is indeed large, it is far from large enough to accommodate a person.
Itakura was extremely frightened, and his remaining sense told him that he should run away at this time.
But it can't be done, it can't be done at all.
My feet felt weak, as if they didn't belong to me, and I could still feel a fishy warmth inside my pants.
How had the Itakura family and grandson, who had lived in luxury since childhood, ever seen such a terrifying battle?
He was so frightened that he became incontinent.
Bang! Bang!
The brass box continued to shake, and the cheerful waltz continued to sound.
"Well--"
The audible moans became louder.
Moreover, what was sticking out of the box at this time was not just hands.
Itakura Masanobu saw the long hair, the head, the bare feet stained with blood, and the torn white tutu.
It's a woman.
A woman in a tutu is crawling out of a brass box that is not even half her size!
"Don't! Don't come here!"
Itakura screamed uncontrollably.
His legs were still unable to exert any strength, and he was unable to stand up from the ground. He could only move backwards with his hands curled up in fear.
But he didn't move far back.
Snapped!
The woman crawled out of the music box and grabbed his ankle with her hands.
One-third of the woman's body remained in the box, while her upper body was completely tilted forward.
She is surprisingly strong.
Itakura felt as if his ankle was about to be crushed.
Click, click, click.
The woman twisted her body stiffly, and her body made a clicking sound as bones collided.
"It hurts……"
She said this.
"Don't! Please, don't!" Itakura was incoherent and wailing in pain.
But the woman in the box has no mercy.
She exerted a little force, and the wooden box on the ground was dragged like a dead dog, sliding out towards the terrifying brass box.
"I hurt so much..." the woman moaned.
There was another sound of bones colliding and breaking.
But this time, the voice didn't come from a woman.
But from Itakura's body.
He was horrified to find that his fingers and limbs had begun to twist into horrifying shapes that were completely unnatural.
pain.
The heartbreaking pain spread throughout the body like an electric shock.
"Do you feel it? It hurts..."
The woman asked Itakura.
She is now completely pressed against Itakura, and she is dragging Itakura towards the box...
Ding bell——ding bell——
The handle of the music box kept turning, and the cheerful waltz played continuously.
It was also mixed with Itakura Masanobu's painful moans and wails.
Wait until the waltz is about to end.
Itakura's body was completely twisted and stuffed into a brass box.
Only his right hand was left, still stiff, tightly grasping the outer edge of the box.
The next second, Itakura's fingers loosened and he fell into the box.
Snapped!
The music box is closed.
Everything returned to calm.
Only the strange brass box was left, quietly placed in the entrance hall of Itakura's house.
After a while, even the music box disappeared.
In the Itakura family villa in Naniwa District, it was as if nothing had happened.
…
A few days later.
At a logistics transfer station in Osaka.
A tightly packaged package was carried by two couriers and loaded onto the courier truck.
"This thing...well, it's so heavy! What exactly is it packed with? It feels like this package is as heavy as two adults."
The courier put the package into the carriage and looked at the logistics information on it.
The sender column says, Rin Iijima.
The recipient column says, Itakura Yoshizo.
Wait until the express truck starts.
There seemed to be a slight noise coming from the package in the carriage.
Ding bell——ding bell——
The next song "Puppy Waltz" will be played at Itakura's house somewhere in Osaka.
…
real world.
National Karin High School.
Today is the last day of the semester, and the school has organized the final exam.
After Kamiya finished the last math test, he walked out of the classroom with a heavy head.
As he walked, he sighed in his heart: "The knowledge points in high school are really difficult."
On weekdays, Kamiyagawa spends most of his time and energy on Kaitan games and daily exercises, leaving very little time for studying.
Basically, I only take time out to learn some knowledge in school.
But even so, his grades have still improved a lot compared to "before". Currently, he is probably at the middle level in his grade, which is ordinary and unremarkable.
The results of this semester's final exam are probably about the same.
Of course, Kamiyagawa could definitely do better in the exam if he wanted to.
For example, calling out Prajna, helping him look around the exam room for answers, etc.
But this was just a final exam. Even if he failed in the exam, Kamiya felt that it wouldn't matter.
"Forget it, forget it. The vacation will officially start next, and I still have a lot of things to do."
Kamitani carried his bag alone and walked down the teaching building.
While waiting to change shoes, I opened the shoe cabinet and saw several pink envelopes inside.
Another love letter.
Japanese high school students stuff love letters into their shoe cabinets, which is considered a traditional art.
When Kamiyagawa was in school, he would receive many messages every now and then.
"It's really distressing to be too popular."
Kamiya sighed narcissistically and put away a few love letters without opening them, and stuffed them directly into his bag.
When packing up the love letters, the purple and white mandarin skirt outlined his figure from his side.
He poked his head curiously.
After seeing a whole stack of envelopes in Kamiya's hand, he snorted and shook his head before disappearing.
"This guy……"
After receiving the love letter, Kamiyagawa took out his mobile phone and saw a Line message on it.
It was sent by a girl named Keiko Kido in the next class.
This girl added Kamiya's Line a few months ago, and then she insisted on sending him "good morning" and "good night" messages every morning and evening, and occasionally shared a little bit about her daily life.
Kamiya saw her messages and basically couldn't read them back.
He usually doesn't have the time to reply to other people's lines. Socializing also takes time and energy.
Generally, except for the messages sent by Onitsuka Kiriho, Kamiyagawa will reply when he sees them, and he will not give any response to others.
Without unilateral and unresponsive communication like this, most people will give up after trying it for a few days.
But this Keiko is different, she has persisted until now.
[Keiko: Kamiya-san, can you come to the artificial lake? I have something to tell you.]
[Keiko: If you don’t come, I will...wait for you here all the time!]
"Tsk, trouble." Kamiya looked at the message and just shook his head.
The artificial lakeside of Hualing High School is a holy place for confessions and dates.
On the last day of the semester, if you invite someone of the opposite sex there, you can figure out what the other person wants to do with your buttocks.
"Girl, confession is not a charge to launch an attack, but a horn for final victory. You can't defeat me like this."
Kamiya turned off the screen of his mobile phone, but after changing his shoes, he still walked towards the school's artificial lake.
This girl named Keiko is a little too insistent and refuses to give up until she hits the wall. If she refuses in person, it would be good for both of them.
…
Artificial lake.
The setting sun casts its rays on the lake, making the water ripple.
A girl wearing a sailor uniform, a short skirt, and knee-length socks was standing nervously beside a fence.
She holds an envelope in her hand.
Because I unconsciously held it too tightly, the edges of the envelope were wrinkled.
This JK girl is naturally Keiko.
This kid's complexion is a healthy wheat color, and he has a bit of the temperament of a high school hottie.
Today she specially put on exquisite full makeup, wore daily contact lenses, and curled her hair carefully to match her already pretty face.
To be honest, it's quite pretty.
I don't know how long I waited.
Keiko finally saw someone walking slowly along the stone path of the artificial lake.
Wearing a clean white shirt, his skin tone is fairer among boys, and his whole person has a lazy temperament.
When he is careless and bored, his eyes don't have much sparkle, like dead fish eyes. But in Keiko's eyes, they are also very attractive!
That's right.
It's Kamiya-kun.
He came over after receiving his Line!
Keiko's little heart was beating so hard that it felt like it was about to jump out of her chest.
"That, that! Good afternoon, Kamiya-kun!" After Kamiya approached, she greeted her quickly, almost biting her tongue in her anxiety.
"Ah, it's almost night now, isn't it?" Kamiyakawa stood still in front of the girl.
"This... isn't the point?"
Keiko was a little confused, but soon thought of what she should do now.
She worked hard, lowered her head and reached out her hand, as she had rehearsed many times before, and handed the envelope in her hand to Kamiyagawa.
"Kamiya-kun, I like you! I like you very much! Please date me! This summer vacation, I want to invite you to go to the beach to play together. I, I bought a very sexy swimsuit..."
The more the girl spoke, the lower her voice became because of shyness, and finally her hands trembled slightly.
Kamiya listened to her in silence, sighed softly, then reached out and returned the envelope in Keiko's hand without much force.
"Sorry, I can't agree. You are very good, Kido-san, but you are not my type." Kamiya casually refused.
Although she had made some mental preparations, Keiko still felt extremely frustrated when she was rejected in person.
She lowered her hand holding the love letter in frustration.
Next to Kamiyagawa, Mary, who didn't know when she appeared, also loosened her grip on the machete with satisfaction.
"If there's nothing else to do, I'll leave first. I wish you a happy life."
After rejecting the girl's feelings more seriously, Kamiya was ready to start a new career.
"Wait, wait a minute!" But Keiko didn't give up and called Kamiyakawa again, "Can you tell me? Kamiya-kun, what kind of girl do you like?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Kamiyagawa:......
You may not believe it, but I like people who are good at fighting...
Although that was what he thought in his heart, it seemed strange to say it out loud, so Kamiya simply made nonsense:
"I like very smart girls who are top academics, the kind who are guaranteed to pass Waseda in college."
"Guaranteed Waseda!?"
"Isn't it possible? This is what I like."
"Of course it's possible... Then I... Then I..." Keiko thought for a while, and with her grades, she could only rank in the middle or lower ranks in an average high school like Hualing.
If she really loved studying, she wouldn't spend a lot of time dressing up on exam day and then confessing her love to her sweetheart.
"So, if you really like me, please study hard. Come on, girl!"
While Keiko was still lost in thought, Kamiya turned around and waved goodbye.
As the co-master of ghosts and gods appointed by the higher authorities, he believed that ordinary people's youthful campus love was destined to miss him.
This classmate Keiko is neither a ghost talker like Hannya or Mari, nor is she as proficient in spirit-killing skills as Onizuka Kirihota. If she really gets too close to Kamiya, it will definitely not be a good thing for her.
As for "If you love me, take the Waseda exam", of course it's nonsense.
Why is it so easy to get into a top-level institution like Waseda University?
And even if a miracle happens, if Keiko has divine help and is possessed by the god of learning Ninomiya Kinjiro, she will actually go to Waseda University.
After entering such an institution of higher learning, her horizons will be broader and she will come into contact with many outstanding people.
By then, the "Kamiya-kun" I loved when I was young will definitely be nothing.
"And if she really went to Waseda, then I should have done a good thing, right?"
As Kamiya walked, he laughed helplessly in his heart.
At this time, Keiko, who was frozen in place, finally reacted.
She looked up and saw only the back of Kamiya River, stretched very long and far away in the afterglow of early autumn.
It seems lonely and unapproachable.
"It doesn't matter even if you lied to me... I will study hard, just watch, Kamiya-kun!"
The girl clenched her fists and made a decision in her heart.
