Inugami ate about half of his eyes and returned to the shikigami statue.
Kamiyagawa was wearing a white hood of a leather jacket, his pupils were fixed, and he looked up and down at the man he had just rescued.
"strangeness."
He thought secretly in his heart.
The man in front of him was similar to the one he met in Yunu's room earlier.
However, the previous one disappeared before I could take a closer look at it.
The one that was rescued in time is still "alive" and can be carefully observed.
After taking a closer look, Kamiyagawa was able to confirm that this man was indeed not a Kaitan, and there was no aura of Kaidan about him.
But at the same time he is not a stranger.
There is also no breath of life in the man's body.
The two walked in the corridor of the Live Fish Hotel for a while. Chihiro Miyauchi seemed to know the layout of the place very well and did not hesitate when faced with a fork in the road.
The damp and smelly carpets, the burgundy mottled wallpaper are driving people crazy, and the overhead lights are constantly noisy.
"Okay, okay!"
"Then what are you?"
"Wait a minute." Kamiya stopped him.
Kamiya was confused.
It felt like my chest was being torn apart, and I was filled with grief.
"There are too many things to talk about. Why don't you come and sit at my place? There are no such... interesting weird stories as yours in the Live Fish Hotel. I think we will have a great time chatting."
He saw black handwriting on his wrist.
The lights overhead flashed faster and the sudden noise became more harsh.
Kamiya said nothing, held the photo between his index and middle fingers, and handed it to Hiramoto.
"I...I don't know. My friends and I went to the Grand Hotel to spend the night, and I don't know what happened. When I woke up, I came here."
"Kill him quickly, this guy will kill us!"
"I saved him from two hotel ghosts."
Because he was wearing the [Oni's Leather Clothes], which covered the aura of a living person and instead exuded the aura of a kaidan, the man regarded Kamiyagawa as a kaidan.
"Ah." The man in the red dress tilted his head, "So Piramoto, you haven't had time to lift up your sleeves and take a look this time. Haha, don't you take a look?"
Click, click, click.
Kamiyagawa looked directly at the strange man.
If you follow him, maybe you can get out of this hellish place.
Kamiya bent down and picked up one.
Kamiyagawa kept his hand pressed on the hilt of the Ichimonji sword and asked Miyauchi who was walking in front: "You know you are no longer alive, right?"
The corners of the man's mouth raised and he looked at Hiramoto and Noboru.
But the man in front of me had none of it.
Listening to this statement, Hiramoto and Noboru seemed to have no memory of his decades in the Live Fish Hotel.
Although this man in leather is also very strange, he is his only support.
Then he turned his attention to Kamiyagawa: "Oh? A strange story that I haven't seen before? An outsider?"
"What do you think?"
Kamiyagawa observed Hiramoto and Noboru's expressions, but didn't say anything immediately.
It’s not only found on the right hand, but also on the wrist of the left hand!
"What's this?"
From the corner ahead, a figure appeared.
not enough--
After the latter saw the above content, his expression became more and more horrified: "No! No, I didn't do this! It has nothing to do with me!"
I just thought in my heart: "The Grand Hotel was abandoned decades ago. This man named Hiramoto Kazushige said that he entered the other world after spending the night with his friends in the hotel. In other words, he
I have been staying at the Live Fish Hotel for at least several decades."
At least I don't plan to do this until I figure out what Pingben is now.
The handwriting does not seem to have been left by the same person.
The terrain of the map of Live Fish Hotel is always changing. If you leave Hiramoto here and enter the map next time, you may not have a chance to see him again.
Kamiya: "You don't need to call me."
After that, Ping Ben wisely said nothing and just followed quietly.
Such disgusting words as "fornication" and "female animal".
But she was wearing a very large red dress.
Kamiyakawa stopped and was about to say something.
But so what?
The other party is not a living person.
"Why do you want to kill him? You are the same kind." Kamiyakawa continued to ask.
However, Kamiya remained unmoved and continued to look at the man in the red dress: "Name."
But Kamiya's eyes were fixed, and he could still distinguish them individually——
"Haha, weird stories with concepts of good and evil are really... rare. Mr. weird stories, since you didn't choose to stop me, I won't stop you from doing anything here. I wish you a happy stay at the Live Fish Hotel."
He has a good attitude towards Kamiya.
The scene around him remained unchanged.
"I don't know you at all!" Faced with the strange man in the red dress, he was normally frightened and uneasy, and hid behind Kamiyagawa, "This guy must be a monster too, hurry up, kill him quickly!"
With that said, he turned around and ran away.
Kamiyachuan's pupils narrowed and his eyes became deep.
Not enough, not enough, not enough, not enough
Not satisfied yet…”
The strange appearance makes this man look funny and weird.
It seems like something is coming.
He also held an extended boning knife in his hand, rubbing the sharp knife against the wall.
That's Kamiya's territory, and it's also guarded by Duobao's Usagi Maru.
In fact, as the conductor of the Kisaragi train, Kamiyagawa could have found a spacious corridor in the Living Fish Inn, summoned Kisaragi Station, and sent Hiramoto and Noboru back to reality.
"Thinking along this line of thinking, Hiramoto and Noboru should have turned into something similar to '魑'. Could it be that... there is no certainty what a living person will become after losing his soul in the other world.
,Are there other states besides '魑'?"
Or, what came over was not a weird story at all?
"Many, many." Miyauchi Qianyu's face was stained with blood and the corners of his mouth were raised, which made him look even weirder. "Mr. Weird Tales, do you want to hear it?"
Miyauchi shook the boning knife up and down in his hand: "Then you have to ask Mr. Hiramoto, what did he do before coming to the Live Fish Hotel?"
He was already considering whether to exit this map if he wanted to wander around for a while longer.
There is really no need for Kamiyagawa to be afraid of him.
And in terms of physical function, it is much stronger than similar Pingben and Den.
"Ah...save someone? Then why didn't you stop me just now?"
Hiramoto: "What should I call you?"
Gong Nai picked up one of her half-flat feet and pulled it like a dead dog, as if she was planning to leave.
"I didn't do anything!" Hiramoto said loudly.
"If the living soul is completely stripped from the body, it will turn into a monster, right? But this man looks normal on the outside... So what exactly is he?"
At the beginning, he will try to talk to Kamiya.
But he didn't intend to do that.
"Yes, we can communicate. That's right. Otherwise, Hiramoto and Den would have been killed long ago." The man still smiled, and then pointed at Hiramoto with the boning knife in his hand, "As for who I am, ask him
You’ll know if you don’t.”
After secretly paying attention to it in his heart, Kamiya spoke again to the uneasy Hiramoto: "Get up and follow me."
"Okay, Mr. Kaitan from outside. Oh, by the way, why are you with Heimoto?"
But I didn’t see the atmosphere that a ghost story should have in front of me.
"Is there anything else?"
The little old man walking in front turned back to look at the owner, and then turned into a ghostly aura, temporarily returning to the bird's bronze pair.
A strange story with a strong hidden aura?
"What are you talking about..."
Hiramoto and Noboru followed carefully.
Falling is a punishment from heaven, and repentance cannot be conveyed.
Hiramoto began to ask Kamiyagawa for help.
The flickering light illuminated the damp corridor into a dark red.
Kamiyakawa heard the voice of a young woman humming a ballad with a strange melody:
"certainly."
"Huh, good, I can still breathe." Miyauchi Qianyu gasped, shook his bloody hand and stood up, "This foreign weirdo...should I call you sir? Or something else?
"
Theoretically speaking, it should belong to the same category as Pingben and Den.
Because the photo itself is so old, the writing on it cannot be clearly photographed.
Gonguchi raised the handle of the boning knife high and hit Hiramoto hard on the back of the head. His originally gentle face was filled with a ferocious and bloody expression.
You know, even those half-dead people I met in Aokigahara before, whose souls were broken due to too many deaths, became stupid, and were about to turn into human beings, after all, they still have a little bit of life in them.
Human breath.
"I don't know." Ping Ben, who slowly recovered from the shock, shook his head. At this point, he did not choose to hide anything, "I just saw a line of words that looked like my handwriting. But
I don’t remember writing that…I just woke up here.”
…
This photo looks like a forensic autopsy photo.
"gentlemen."
"Whatever you want to say."
At the same time, from inside the corridor ahead, there was the sound of hard leather shoes stepping on the wet carpet, and a "click-click" sound like a sharp object scratching through the wall could be heard.
Chihiro Miyauchi, who was wearing a red dress, was faster.
We walked for about ten minutes.
"Aha, he said he didn't do anything." Miyauchi Qianyu said in a high voice, "However, sometimes you really don't seem to remember what you have done. You have forgotten too many things. But it doesn't matter, I
I brought this."
"Why did you come here?"
It was as if his living soul had been completely stripped away from his body.
The moment the man walked out of the corner of the corridor, the woman's singing stopped.
At this moment--
Of course Kamiya would not reject Chihiro Miyauchi's proposal.
Kamiya asked the little old man to open the way again, and compared the exploration speed of the map shown in "Kaitan Monogatari", he began to explore the Live Fish Hotel.
Hiramoto suddenly opened his cuffs and saw the same sentence densely written on his entire arm: "Don't be caught by that perverted man in the red skirt!"
The frightened Hiramoto finally focused his eyes after a while: "Oh, ah... Hiramoto, my name is Hiramoto and Noboru."
After thinking to no avail, he spoke to the man: "Name."
It looks like it has some age.
Seeing Ping Ben's horrified face, the man in the red dress seemed to be satisfied, and this time he reported his name.
As for Hiramoto and Noboru, Kamiya plans to use Kisaragi Station to send them away, not to reality, but to a dreamland.
By staying there, Hiramoto and Noboru would at least not continue to die.
"Then what state will it become and what kind of control should it be subject to? Different regional terrains?"
"I really like seeing your frightened face."
"good."
"Suppose he was still alive when he first came in, but his soul slowly peeled off as he died one after another. At first, he could barely remember what he encountered in the Living Fish Hotel, so he could leave words of advice on the wall. But time
After a long time, many people died, and the living soul completely separated from the body, and they could not remember the previous things at all."
Miyauchi Chihiro's tone was calm and natural.
Ping Ben said this.
As for Kamiya, he acted like an outsider throughout the whole process, holding the hilt of the Ichimonji sword in his hand, standing there without moving, watching everything indifferently.
He asked in a roundabout way if he was sure he could get him out of this hellish place.
The man in the red dress smiled even more happily.
"Who are you?"
Ping was about to retort, but his eyes subconsciously looked at the cuff of his right hand, and the words he wanted to say suddenly got stuck in his throat.
"Okay...ok."
The latter is certainly desirable.
But they are all written with black ink pen.
But Kamiya didn't pay much attention to him.
Buzz, buzz.
If you stay in this ghost place for a long time, even Kamiya River will feel psychologically uncomfortable.
"Oh? Chihiro Miyauchi."
I walked around the Live Fish Hotel for nearly an hour and found nothing.
In the photo, there is a mutilated corpse of a young woman, with some words written on the body.
After all, I saw with my own eyes that this leather-clad weirdo killed the monster with eyes on his neck just now, neatly and effortlessly.
He noticed that the man in the red dress also had no aura of ghost stories, nor did he have the aura of a living person.
The lights on the ceiling flickered, on and off, and the burgundy corridor was dark red.
Ping Ben is still sober. No matter what the origin of the weirdo in front of him is, he must hold his arms tightly at this time.
In the palace, Banping and Den were hit until they were bleeding, and they stopped after they could no longer resist.
Kamiyagawa's thinking has always been relatively active, and he has vaguely grasped some key things.
He fished out a few photos from the pocket of his wide red skirt and threw them over.
"The writing on the wall, does it have anything to do with you?"
Kamiyagawa saw clearly that it was a man who came out.
"Abba..."
…
"Got you."
A very oppressive voice continued to approach.
"The bones were melting and the pain was excruciating.
A man with a "professional elite face", he looks like he is in his twenties, his hair is neatly combed, and his leather shoes are shiny.
The wide red skirt on his body swayed so fast that it was beyond the scope of human movement. He passed by Kamiya and violently threw Hiramoto and Noboru to the ground.
"How much do you know about the Live Fish Hotel?"
The latter keeps struggling.
Kamiya made a fairly reasonable guess based on the existing information.
"逭." Gong Nai answered immediately, as if he had no intention of holding anything back, "Oh - Mr. Guitan, we are here."
There is a door embedded in the mottled wall in front.
It was different from the hotel room doors Kamiyagawa had encountered before.