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Walking into the house.
Amamiya Natsuki quickly saw a flicker of candlelight.
On the dining table in the living room, several candles were lit, their flames flickering faintly, dispelling the darkness, clearly the light source seen from outside the house.
Very good.
Lighting is better for taking action.
Stealthily approaching.
Quietly getting behind the isolated Madame, then preparing ropes and tape…
"Wait—"
Amamiya Natsuki's brows suddenly furrowed, his expression becoming serious.
The next second.
Fujiwara Chika's cry of surprise rang out: "Eh eh, why is my body out of control?"
Then came Juju-sama's nervous voice:
"I, I am too."
"Natsuki, how are you?"
Fujiwara Chika quickly asked.
"Don't ask." Amamiya Natsuki only felt his body being controlled by an unknown force, involuntarily bending down, his hands reaching for his shoelaces, "You can tell something's wrong by me taking off my shoes."
Unexpectedly, the attack came so quickly, in just an instant, the three of them had already been controlled by an unknown force.
It's just a pity, the appetizing "Madame Interrogation Operation" was stillborn before it even began.
The three of them took off their shoes on their own, but unfortunately, there were no suitable slippers in the shoe cabinet, so they could only walk barefoot, step by step, into the living room.
"Wash your hands first." Madame called out, "No eating without washing hands."
"…"
Amamiya Natsuki and the two girls looked at each other, involuntarily walking into the restroom next to the entrance, turning on the faucet, and squeezing together to wash their hands.
"W-what's going on?" Juju-sama lowered her voice, nervously saying, "Are we perhaps trapped in a dream again?"
"Probably not." Amamiya Natsuki said, "The same trick shouldn't be used twice… after all, it's a different Ghost Stories."
"Our bodies became uncontrollable as soon as we entered the house." Fujiwara Chika analyzed, "…This house and Madame must be problematic!"
"Oh no, we can't Seize and Eliminate Evil now."
That was the truth.
With their bodies controlled, they couldn't possibly catch Madame.
"Steady, don't panic, always think positively." Amamiya Natsuki comforted the two girls, "For example, fortunately Madame is a woman; if it were a man, you two would be in danger."
"Ew~" Fujiwara Chika drew out her voice, her disgust unconcealed, "How disgusting."
"Exactly." Juju-sama chimed in, "Don't think you're safe; handsome boys are even more dangerous."
"No, don't pinch my finger." Juju-sama's face flushed, and she couldn't help but glare over.
"I didn't mean to pinch." Amamiya Natsuki said truthfully, "My hand is moving on its own."
"…"
"Are you done washing?" Madame's voice came from the living room, "Don't play with water in there, come out and eat quickly."
"Done washing."
Amamiya Natsuki answered loudly, his body uncontrollably picked up a towel, wiped his hands clean, and then handed it to Fujiwara Chika.
After washing their hands, the three of them walked out of the restroom one by one and came to the living room.
There was a square table in the living room, and at this moment, a black-haired girl was already seated there; due to the angle, only her back could be seen.
However, Amamiya Natsuki still saw at a glance that this mission was a wasted trip.
"It's not Kaguya."
The girl facing away from him indeed had black hair, but it was the same long, straight black hairstyle as Miko, her beautiful hair falling straight to her waist, a standard long hair to the waist, and Shinomiya Kaguya's red bow ribbon was not seen.
Even if the red ribbon was unfortunately lost, Shinomiya Kaguya did not have such long hair.
"It's not Kaguya-chan."
Fujiwara Chika's tone was disappointed, she also immediately saw that the girl at the table was not Kaguya.
The three of them walked to the table and involuntarily sat around it.
Amamiya Natsuki happened to sit opposite the black-haired girl, and under the candlelight, he finally saw the girl's face.
Indeed, it was an unfamiliar face he didn't recognize.
However, she was very beautiful, and compared to Shinomiya Kaguya, she was no less stunning, looking gentle and quiet, with the demeanor of a serene young girl.
"Eh eh eh?"
Juju-sama suddenly widened her eyes, her small face showing an expression of extreme surprise.
"Do you know her?"
Amamiya Natsuki glanced at Juju-sama.
"I know her, she's a classmate from the class next to mine." Juju-sama said in a surprised tone, "She's the super popular beautiful girl at school… Komi."
"…"
Komi sat quietly, looking straight ahead, not looking sideways, exceptionally well-behaved.
Amamiya Natsuki raised an eyebrow slightly and said to Juju-sama:
"Call her name."
"Mm." Juju-sama blinked, and whispered, "Komi, it's me, your classmate from the class next door, we even had PE together."
The black-haired girl tilted her head slightly, her tone confused: "Komi… who is that?"
"…"
One sentence immediately made the air quiet.
Juju-sama took a deep breath: "Of course it's you!"
The black-haired girl said calmly:
"I don't know the person you're talking about."
It must be said, the girl's voice was very pleasant, just very soft, requiring great effort to hear clearly.
Amamiya Natsuki frowned slightly and said directly:
"Itan Private High School?"
Juju-sama attends this high school, so if they are classmates, they must be at the same school.
"Private…" Komi covered her forehead with her right hand, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, muttering, "It sounds a little familiar…"
At the same time.
"Dinner is ready."
Madame walked out of the kitchen.
"Mom."
Komi quickly got up, took the dishes from Madame's hand, and placed them on the table.
"Juju, did you recognize the wrong person?"
Fujiwara Chika lowered her voice and asked nervously.
"I couldn't be wrong." Juju-sama shook her head, her tone firm, "It's Komi, it's impossible to be wrong… Something must have happened to make Komi forget who she is."
As she spoke.
Madame walked over and sat down at the table, smiling:
"You're finally back, let's have dinner together."
Amamiya Natsuki's gaze shifted downwards, looking at the dishes on the dining table.
Despite being a Ghost Story Madame, the dishes looked quite normal, but he wondered what would happen if they ate them.
Next to the candle holder, there was also a photo frame, containing a family photo.
Madame stood in the back row, with a row of people sitting in front of her.
On the far left was a girl whose face was blurry, but she had a cascade of black hair, waist-length, exceptionally beautiful.
To her right sat three other people, but their entire figures were blurry, only human silhouettes could be seen.
Looking at everyone sitting around the table, a thought suddenly appeared in Amamiya Natsuki's mind.
A family should always be together.
"…I probably understand what kind of Ghost Story the Madame is."
Looking at the figures in the photo that seemed to be slowly becoming clearer, Amamiya Natsuki quickly thought of a way to escape.
"Body controlled by an unknown force."
"Only the mouth can move."
"So…"
Amamiya Natsuki quickly thought of a way to escape.
It seemed the only way was to capture Madame with his superb verbal skills!
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