Bando's well-proportioned body twitched twice like a spasm.
Click!
The hatchet stuck in Bando's neck was pulled out by the panicked man, and he slashed at the former's body again.
The blade cut through the fabric of the uniform and hit Bando's body. The sound was still the dull sound of metal colliding with an inanimate body.
There is no life at all.
Bando ignored the man's attack, his body twisted and rotated, and his joints made a tooth-gripping sound as he stepped forward.
His face became even stiffer, and the sense of incongruity in his facial features was completely out of the realm of normal human beings, and even had a plastic texture.
Snapped.
Half of Bando's face fell off.
Under the half of the face that has lost its "skin", clear muscles and bone textures are exposed, and the eyeballs that have lost their eyelids are twitching and turning back and forth in the empty eye sockets.
At the same time, half of a lung, a kidney, and intestines and other organs fell from his uniform, bouncing stiffly on the ground.
Whether it is skeletal muscles or organs on the ground, they are not made of flesh and blood, but are plastic models.
"Don't come here, don't come here!"
The man stopped swinging the knife and backed away with a look of horror on his face.
He is a murderer and has strangled living life with his own hands, so he will not be afraid of living people.
As long as it is alive, it can be killed.
But the thing in front of me, with its twitching body and stubborn steps forward, was simply a dead thing, a moving human body model.
"You monster! Monster! Don't come here!"
The scene that was too terrifying and incomprehensible made the originally arrogant man's legs weaken, and he fell to the ground with a "pop".
The hatchet also fell aside.
Crunch——
Bando leaned down with a strange gesture and picked up the hatchet.
"Don't... don't!"
Now, it was the man's turn to beg for mercy from his prey.
But Bando, like a man who had been there for several minutes, showed no mercy on his face and continued to approach the opponent.
In other words, his demarcated model face cannot express any expression in the first place.
The cold gleaming blade swayed in front of the man's eyes, as if it was about to slit his throat in the next second.
At this time, Bando turned around and looked at Hamaka, who was sitting slumped behind him.
The girl no longer knew what kind of expression to use to deal with the current situation. Her face was full of fear and disbelief, and tears of fear were welling up in her eyes.
Bando's movements stopped, and there was still no emotion that could be read from his terrifying model face.
only--
Would she want to see me kill someone?
Would you like to see a murderous monster?
Finally, the blade of the hatchet lifted up, turned over, and hit the man's back of the neck with the handle.
After a muffled sound, the man collapsed and fainted on the ground like mud.
Bando waved his hand again, and two plastic intestines squirmed on the ground, like snakes moving flexibly on the floor. One restrained the man's hands, dragged his body and slammed into the corridor fence, and extended upward.
, the other end of the "intestine" was firmly tied to the rusty railing.
The other "intestine" pulled Hamaka up more gently.
"wait wait wait!"
The girl who had not yet reacted was dragged by the plastic intestines and left towards the corridor unable to resist.
"Let's go, Hamaka."
Bando lowered his head and murmured.
He casually dropped the hatchet in his hand on the ground, and the blade made a cold collision sound when it came into contact with the grindstone floor.
Then Bando stood upright, standing in the corridor where the light and shadow overlapped, just like a model, silent and motionless.
…
"I seem to be late, but it's not too late."
I don't know how long it took, but Bando, who was in a daze, heard such a voice.
The model's body twitched again. He looked up and saw a tall figure standing at the other end of the corridor.
He was completely unaware of this, it was as if the person suddenly appeared there.
What appeared in the corridor was a young and handsome young man, holding an indigo-colored Chotachi sword with clear light.
There was a somewhat unpredictable and kind smile on the other person's face, but looking at him made Bando feel a chill inexplicably.
Kaka.
The plastic hands clenched into fists, and the organ models scattered on the ground began to squirm again.
"Don't be nervous. I'm not an enemy. The Japanese mother asked me to take you back." Kamiyagawa, who was late, put Ichimonji back into the scabbard to show friendship.
Ordinary people may not be able to see it clearly, but Kamiya can see it clearly.
The body of the doll model in front of me is overlapped by a lonely figure shrouded in ghostly aura.
Obviously, this was the escaped Shuizi he was looking for.
"Mother...asked you to come?"
Hearing the ghost mother's name, Bando relaxed again.
Before both parties could say anything more, a piercing siren suddenly sounded in the abandoned Beishan Middle School.
From the corridor on the second floor of the teaching building where Kamiya and Bando were standing, several police cars could be seen quickly driving into the school gate.
Some uniformed police officers got out of the car, and a few were in civilian clothes.
And from the people in civilian clothes over there, one can clearly feel the aura that is different from that of ordinary humans.
"Are they here to deal with me?" Bando stared blankly in the direction of the school gate.
"No, it's not. It won't happen if I'm here." Kamiya shook his head gently, "They will take care of your friends. By the way, I checked for you and found that your three friends are all fine. You
Protected them."
"oh."
The mannequin was noncommittal about this statement.
Slowly and stiffly, he bent down and picked up the plastic organs scattered on the ground one by one.
"Am I a monster?"
Bando asked as he picked up the "heart".
It seemed like he was asking Kamiyagawa, who was watching him, or someone else.
"No." Kamiya gave him a gentle and affirmative reply, and then looked at the man who was tied to the fence and still unconscious, "You are not."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The days in winter are shorter, and after a lot of trouble, the sun has already set towards the west.
The setting sun is like a lost soul, slowly sinking between the distant mountains. The afterglow reflects on the dilapidated abandoned school, giving the desolate and dilapidated buildings a layer of desolate red.
The dim afterglow of sunlight also fell in the corridor, covering the puppet model feebly, reflecting only a lifeless and lonely glimmer.
"But I want to live, I want to be a human being. I also want to..."
Bando said this, turning his head and looking towards the entrance of the campus.
This time, Kamiyagawa couldn't give him an answer.
In the abandoned campus, police sirens are still ringing.
From here, we can see that three students from the news agency are being led by police officers to the police car.
From the stairs of the teaching building where Kamiya and Bando were located, dense footsteps could be heard coming up from the bottom.
However, Bando's eyes were always fixed in the direction of the school gate.
Kamiyagawa finally heard him speak, his tone was like ashes that were about to be extinguished and completely lost their temperature:
"...I want to eat oden."
Bando Yasuji.
More than thirty years ago, a junior high school student studying in the old campus of Beishan Middle School died in an accidental car accident.
He was later buried by his parents in the cemetery in front of the Kishi Mother Goddess Shrine.
The life of only 13 years old has come to an end.
…
The aftermath of the Kitayama old school building was naturally handed over to the police and the Yamagata Prefectural Countermeasures Office.
Because a disciple of ghosts and gods came forward as a guarantee, Shuizi was taken away by him without any accident.
Bando didn't put up any resistance. He seemed to no longer want to stay in the area with living people, so he simply followed Kamiya back to Kishimogami Shrine.
At this point, Guizi Mu's commission can be considered successfully completed.
Kamiya directly followed the original plan and took all the Ksitigarbha statues near the shrine to the Santo River in batches. The same was true for the damaged shrine. They were simply dismantled first and then sent to Santo River by the members of the hearse group and the Kisaragi train.
The funeral site was rebuilt on the banks of the Sichuan River.
Because these things themselves have wandering souls, water children, and even ghost mothers inhabiting them, there is no problem in bringing them into the other world.
Two weeks later.
The new campus of Beishan Middle School.
Recently, a major incident involving a female high school student being molested and brutally murdered was reported in nearby Baohai County, which caused a stir among the students.
It is said that the murderer hid the victim's body in an abandoned middle school in a neighboring county.
Fortunately, the case has been solved and the murderer has been arrested.
"Hamanaka."
"ah?"
"get out of class is over."
"oh……"
In the biology classroom, Chinatsu Hamaka was sitting blankly, and the person talking to her was her classmate Shimazaki Kinji.
President Shimazaki still had gauze on his face and bandages on his hands, looking a little miserable.
But after what happened at the old school building, it was lucky to be alive.
Students from three news agencies have returned to campus life.
Because of the demands of the police officers who came into contact with them, they kept silent about their previous encounters in the school, and the news in the campus ghost talk section was naturally ignored.
"Are you going to the club next?" Hamanaka came to his senses in a daze.
"No, today's club activities are cancelled. Go home and have a good rest."
Shimazaki packed up his things, patted Hamaka on the shoulder, and walked out of the classroom.
The latter was still sitting, and his eyes once again shifted to a medical mannequin in the corner of the classroom.
A well-proportioned mannequin, half of which is covered with skin, while the other half exposes bones, muscles, and internal organs.
It is a lifeless device that is only used to assist teaching.
"Bando..."
Hamaka thought so.
After she and her two companions returned to school, they had already confirmed that there was no such person as Bando among the students in the lower grade.
It seems that some time ago, other students also had the impression that in the school library, they often saw a boy reading with a straight face.
But no one knows him.
Except for Hamaka and the three of them, no one had ever come into contact with that boy.
But now, that boy has disappeared.
It's like it never existed.
"Who are you? Where...have you been?"
Hamaka recalled the scene in the corridor of the old school building, where Bando's twisted, stiff and hollow body stood between him and the murderer.
That was really... a weird scene that I will never forget.
But in retrospect, Hamanaka didn't feel scared, but more of some other indescribable feeling.
After slowly packing up his things and changing his shoes at the shoe cabinet, Hamanaka was ready to go home.
Outside, the afterglow of the setting sun turned the horizon into a deep orange-red, and it seemed that the whole world was shrouded in a sad but sad atmosphere. Students in uniforms walked in twos and threes, and the remaining warmth of the day was reflected in the twilight.
slowly dissipated.
"Hamanaka-senpai."
Walking to the school gate, the girl suddenly heard someone calling her name.
She looked in the direction of the sound.
On the other side of the road, I saw a familiar figure, still wearing a uniform and with an expressionless poker face.
"Bando?"
It's Bando.
He was standing across the street waving to himself.
Not far from him, there was a handsome older brother standing, quietly looking back and forth at the two of them.
Even though he knew that the other person was most likely not a human being, when he saw him again, his joy was still greater than his fear.
Hamaka wanted to cross the road to the other side of the street, but was briefly blocked by a passing vehicle.
"As long as you are willing, I will come back to see you if I have the chance, Binaka."
Hamaka heard Bando's voice coming from the other side of the road again.
When the car drove by, she looked over there again. Whether it was Bando or the big brother who might have something to do with Bando, they had all disappeared.
There were only a few irrelevant pedestrians left on the other side of the road.
"Is he coming... to say goodbye to me?"
Binzhong thought this, and his heart suddenly felt relaxed.
The gloom of the past few days was gone.
She raised her head, and the setting sun was still hanging slanting in the west, coating the things and pedestrians on the street with a layer of warm golden color.
It seems that the originally lonely street scene at dusk has become a bit quieter and warmer at this moment.
Is this a good thing?
Therefore, Bando did not disappear.
I saw him again.
And it seems that there will be a chance to see him again in the future.
While he was dazed, several students wearing Kitayama Middle School uniforms walked past Hamaka.
One of the students said to his companions: "Hey, have you heard? In the school's old building, in the health room, there is a mannequin. Every time in the dead of night, he will move on his own..."
"What? It's such an old story."
Several students laughed.
When Hamaka heard the conversation among the classmates around him, his E-human attribute exploded, and he spoke directly: "No, it's not cliché, not at all."
"Eh? Classmate, what did you say?"
"I mean, what you just said about this incredible campus is incomplete."
"What's the meaning?"
"That mannequin is a very good child. He can move on his own and protect us. He is the patron saint of Beishan Middle School students."
"Is there such a thing?"
"Yes, of course." Hamanaka nodded confidently.
Then she smiled, waved to the confused classmates around her, and walked away briskly.