This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 172 - 162. These two again?_2

Chapter 172: Chapter 162. These two again?_2

Changgu Makoto revealed a hint of fear as he continued to speak, "Nakamura Ken must have died without anyone knowing earlier on, and his death was extremely, extremely, extremely terrifying!"

He used "extremely" three times in a row, anxious that Beichuan Si would not hear clearly.

"It is said that when Nakamura died, all that was left was a swollen piece of human skin with a bloody, gaping hole in the back... Can you believe it? Brother Beichuan, there was nothing inside. No head, no torso, no limbs... just an empty piece of skin."

Changgu Makoto spoke while retching, clearly recalling something horrifying, and timidly continued,

"It felt like the person was completely scooped out from inside the skin, and then something was stuffed back in."

"The police didn’t fully disclose the truth of this matter. It was Jinji, the first to find the body, who told us the details... We have a photograph, secretly taken, but it’s so creepy that I’ve always wanted to delete it—"

Something was stuffed back into the skin after it was scooped out?

Could the thing that was stuffed back be a doll?

Beichuan Si pondered.

Qian Xia Chiyuki and Tsukishima Risa, the two young girls haunted by the Sanmu Doll Abandoned Factory, had once said,

In their dreams, a doll was gradually drawing closer to them, uttering the only word in a hoarse, broken voice—

"Skin..." Beichuan Si murmured subconsciously.

Could this "skin" be referring to incidents similar to what happened to Nakamura Ken?

The white sphere that Nakamura Ken had put in Tsukishima Risa’s belongings was intended to make Tsukishima Risa the next victim.

The real Nakamura Ken might have died long before, and the following Nakamura Ken could have just been a doll spirit wearing the skin of Nakamura Ken.

With this thought, Beichuan Si looked up and said, "Show me the photograph."

Changgu Makoto naturally would not refuse Beichuan Si’s request. He took out his phone, unlocked it, and pulled up a certain photo, his complexion turning pale almost causing him to retch again.

An indescribable sense of fear emerged on the faces of Seki Naoya and Yoshida Ikufu.

Initially, they did not believe in the existence of ghostly tales, but the manner of Nakamura Ken’s death in the photograph forced them to believe.

The day they first saw this photo, an unknown number of delinquent students vomited on the spot.

And now, they were equally curious about Beichuan Si’s reaction.

Seki Naoya and the others picked up their coffee cups, glancing occasionally at Beichuan Si.

Beichuan Si was indifferent to their staring, taking the phone into his hands and looking at it.

It was a photo of not-too-clear resolution.

It seemed the surroundings were a bit dark, so the focus of the camera wasn’t very sharp.

In the center of the photo, a person...

No, rather a whole slab of human skin, bloated and sagging loose.

This piece of skin... rather than saying it was violently ripped from a body, it seemed more like it was carefully removed through precise surgery.

Almost as if not even the scalp was harmed, there was still plenty of black hair left on it.

This gave Beichuan Si an illusion.

If someone of a similar build wore it, that person could totally continue living as Nakamura Ken.

Because the removal of this skin was just too perfect.

Beichuan Si looked up.

The entire photo was eerie and horrific, and so bloody that a single glance could make one break out in a cold sweat.

Beichuan Si, unfazed, sent a copy of the photo to himself, then finally responded and looked up at Seki Naoya and the others:

"What are you looking at me for?"

Uh—

Seeing Beichuan Si frown as if about to strike someone, Seki Naoya mustered up the courage to ask, "Brother Beichuan, could you let us see the photo you are looking at?"

Just now, Beichuan Si’s expression was calm as he viewed the photo, appearing to be thinking about something, with no trace of fear visible on that stern face.

This made Seki Naoya and the others wonder.

Could it be that Changgu Makoto showed the wrong photo, and Beichuan Si was looking at something different?

"If you must."

Beichuan Si indifferently handed the phone to them.

Then—

—Vomit—

He gagged three times in a row.

Seki Naoya and the others turned pale.

"Dear guests, is the coffee not to your liking?"

The shop owner became uneasy and asked politely.

What’s with these customers? They’ve been gagging ever since they sat down.

This would surely affect the other customers’ dining experience.

"No, no, it’s not that, we are terribly sorry," Seki Naoya hurriedly turned off his phone.

Even after seeing it so many times, they still couldn’t accept those grotesque and horrifying images.

It must be said, Beichuan Demon King indeed lived up to his name.

There were rumors that the Beichuan Demon King had once torn a person apart with his bare hands, and now it somewhat seemed true.

"I have some things to take care of later, so I’ll be leaving first. Make sure you settle my bill."

Beichuan Si didn’t care about their thoughts and drank down his coffee in one gulp. He left the bill for Seki Naoya and the others, then turned and pushed open the door to leave.

"..." Seki Naoya, Changgu Makoto, Yoshida Ikufu, Ikegami Keito.

The four of them exchanged looks and collectively sighed in relief.

The Beichuan Demon King had finally left.

Now that he was gone, the few of them could definitely afford a cup of coffee.

However—

"It seems Brother Beichuan is still going to investigate this matter," Ikegami Keito muttered to himself.

"Sometimes, I really think Brother Beichuan is outrageous, like nothing can scare him," Seki Naoya couldn’t help but comment.

"Anyway, this matter has nothing to do with us anymore; I don’t want anything to do with that creepy stuff."

Obviously thinking of Nakamura Ken’s eerie death, Changgu Makoto shivered all over and couldn’t even drink his coffee.

How could a person even die like that?

It almost ruled out the possibility of suicide, but to say it was murder... the whole process was just too bizarre.

According to the landlord, Nakamura Ken hadn’t been out much lately. It was only because a classmate from Jinji High School went to see him that he thought of collecting Nakamura Ken’s rent.

And they hadn’t expected to end up dealing with a murder case.

"It’s just too horrific, like something straight out of an urban legend."

Yoshida Ikufu shook his head.

They chatted for a while longer, then each headed home.

Meanwhile, Beichuan Si had caught an early train to the Ogao Mountain Area.

"It’s said that if you go to the Sanmu Doll Abandoned Factory at midnight and write your name and the name of the person you want to be good friends with on the ’Confession Wall’, you will become best friends forever. If it’s between lovers, then the two will be blessed and stay together forever."

Beichuan Si looked at the entry he found on his phone and couldn’t help but furrow his brow.

When did this urban legend start circulating, and why did it have to be the Sanmu Abandoned Doll Factory?

There was supposed to be a medium or near-medium level spirit lingering in the Sanmu Abandoned Doll Factory.

Even if there were urban legends about this place, they should have been extremely bloody and terrifying, not such overly romantic and cute tales.

"If I’m not mistaken..." Beichuan Si checked his phone as he walked, already forming some theories in his mind.

But then he saw a notification on his phone.

It was from his YouTube account’s special follow-up push notification.

It suggested—

’Yamakou Hideyasu, Tanaka Takashi! Explore a new spiritual sight! Experience the real thrill and horror! All happening tonight at the Sanmu Doll Abandoned Factory.’

"..." Beichuan Si.

???

Hmm?

Beichuan Si scratched his head and then looked at his phone again.

Those two again?

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