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"Name?"
"Mi...tsuki..."
"Age?"
"Thir...thirteen..."
A budding girl?
In ancient times, a thirteen-year-old girl was just at the age of blossoming.
It's normal; twelve or thirteen is typically fifth grade, so it's not strange to appear in an elementary school student campus.
Amamiya Natsuki asked again:
"Why didn't you say anything when I knocked on the door just now?"
"S-sorry."
The Vengeful Spirit Loli trembled.
"Tsk, what are you afraid of?" Amamiya Natsuki comforted her, "I'm not a bad person."
"..."
Hearing that, the Vengeful Spirit Loli trembled even more violently.
Amamiya Natsuki felt something was off.
Her skin was pale.
Her eyes were black.
Her face was covered in tear stains.
Her clothes and hair were still dripping water.
No matter how he looked at her, she was a Spirit.
When Amamiya Natsuki looked down from the next stall, he was already prepared to use his skills, but unexpectedly, this crying Spirit student, seeing him, was like a mouse seeing a cat, showing no resistance at all, just trembling with fear.
"Have you seen anyone?"
Amamiya Natsuki described the appearance of the Spy Maid.
"S-sorry..."
The Vengeful Spirit Loli covered her mouth, continuing to tremble, water constantly seeping from her body and clothes, dripping wet all over.
Amamiya Natsuki saw it and really wanted her to take off her clothes to check where the water was coming from. If she was that amazing, she'd become a saintess in the Middle Eastern desert in minutes.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, Amamiya Natsuki felt a gaze from another dimension watching him, and he silently swallowed his words back.
He couldn't say it.
Daring to ask an elementary school student to take off her clothes would immediately incur the King Crimson's wrath.
After asking a few more questions, Amamiya Natsuki soon frowned.
The restroom Spirit in front of him felt increasingly off.
Take Hanako, for example. Although she is a kaidan, she is an intelligent being who will bargain with you, play tricks, and throw tantrums.
The crying Spirit in the stall in front of him seemed noticeably dull. She could only answer basic questions, such as her name and age. Questions like why she was hiding in the restroom or why she was crying alone, she couldn't answer at all, as if only her instincts remained.
As soon as he asked a couple more questions, the Female Ghost would tremble and say sorry, as if she was being bullied...
You've disgraced the Spirits!
Seeing that no useful information could be obtained, Amamiya Natsuki could only sigh, no longer wasting time. He closed the stall door and turned to walk out of the restroom.
He came out into the hallway.
Amamiya Natsuki looked towards the horizon; it was still a bloody sunset, deeply twilight, with no tired birds returning to their nests, not even a single crow.
Time seemed to be frozen at the hour of twilight.
Exhaling lightly, Amamiya Natsuki casually chose a direction and continued walking forward, preparing to verify his guess.
Before long, the sound of colliding desks and chairs came from a classroom.
Amamiya Natsuki didn't hesitate and walked straight over.
In the dim classroom, a boy in a school uniform was in the corner by the window, his head bowed, constantly wiping something on the desk with his hand.
"Student, if you don't go home so late, your mother will worry, won't she?"
Amamiya Natsuki pushed the door open and walked into the classroom.
"..."
The sound of colliding desks and chairs stopped abruptly.
The boy wiping the desk seemed to have been turned off. He stood by the desk with his head down, like a wooden puppet.
Amamiya Natsuki looked curiously at the desk. It seemed someone had written on it with a marker. The light was dim, so he couldn't see clearly, but he could vaguely make out insults like 'die' and 'bug'.
In addition, there were fresh bloodstains on the desk, clearly still wet and not yet dried.
Amamiya Natsuki's gaze shifted to the boy's hand; he could see that the boy's palm was covered in blood, clearly from wiping the desk hard with his bare hand, without any tools.
"Tsk, doesn't your hand hurt wiping the desk like that?"
Amamiya Natsuki felt a strange toothache.
"…"
The male vengeful spirit remained silent.
"What's your name?"
"…"
Still no response. The vengeful spirit just lowered his head, cowardly standing there, pretending to be an ostrich, silent, as if he couldn't hear Amamiya Natsuki at all.
Amamiya Natsuki even reached out and waved his hand in front of the other party's eyes. This vengeful spirit instinctively flinched, making a backward dodging motion, still not uttering a sound.
"You wouldn't happen to be surnamed Komi, would you?"
Amamiya Natsuki couldn't help but think of a certain silent person and started to complain.
If you don't say a word, you make things very difficult for people.
After trying several methods and seeing that the other party still remained silent, Amamiya Natsuki sighed helplessly and could only turn to leave.
He had only taken a few steps when he suddenly felt something was wrong—a burning pain surged up in his right palm.
"Hmm?"
Amamiya Natsuki stopped, gently raised his eyebrows, and brought his right hand before him.
His right hand was not injured, perfectly intact, yet a burning pain was spreading and intensifying little by little, as if appearing out of thin air, which was quite bizarre.
Amamiya Natsuki turned his head, looking at the wooden vengeful spirit behind him with his head lowered, and slightly narrowed his eyes.
Soon after, a prompt quietly appeared before him.
[After careful observation, you discovered that you have synchronized pain with the pitiful boy pretending to be an ostrich. You decide to find something else for him to do…]
"The table is wiped clean, right?"
Amamiya Natsuki raised an eyebrow, stepped forward, took a pen from his game backpack, and swiftly wrote a few insulting words on the boy's table.
The boy, who was like a wooden person, finally moved. His body seemed to tremble slightly, and he stiffly raised his hand again, like a machine, wiping the table with his blood-soaked hand.
The pain in Amamiya Natsuki's right hand quickly dissipated. He frowned slightly, pondered for a few seconds, and then turned and left the classroom.
This time, nothing happened.
Back in the hallway, Amamiya Natsuki glanced at his right hand, and a thought had already formed in his mind.
No doubt.
There were vengeful spirits in this strange space, and not just one or two, but many. However, they seemed to have no consciousness, only an instinctive existence.
Since that was the case…
Amamiya Natsuki took a deep breath, cupped his hands around his mouth, and shouted towards the teaching building:
"Hanamori, hurry out, it's time to go home for dinner."
"…"
At the same time.
In a dimly lit office.
Hayasaka Ai was hiding in a cabinet, her glasses long gone. She bit her lower lip tightly with her pearly teeth, her pretty face pale, her forehead covered in cold sweat, and her body trembling slightly.
How many hours had it been?
She didn't know.
It was always a blood-red evening; the hands of time seemed to have never moved forward.
Hayasaka Ai had terrible luck. She was directly spawned into the school upon entering the instance. Before she could figure out what was going on, she encountered Ghost Story Hanako and was chased by Hanako. During her escape, for some reason, the world before her suddenly changed from night to evening, and then despair struck…
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