This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 279 - 215. What’s in the Mirror...? (4000 words!)_2

Chapter 279: Chapter 215. What’s in the Mirror...? (4000 words!)_2

After Shen Gu Chiharu had left completely, Shen Gu Jiro said, "Hello, Mr. Temple, I am Shen Gu Jiro."

Only then did they formally introduce themselves.

Upon seeing this, Beichuan Si, with an expressionless face, also introduced himself, "Hello, I am Beichuan Si."

After saying this, the two fell silent.

Shen Gu Jiro sat with his back straight, and Beichuan Si also exuded a steadfast, mountain-like presence.

The two were silent, looking at each other.

It was as if invisible messages were being exchanged in the air.

After a while—

"Um."

Shen Gu Jiro suddenly nodded at Beichuan Si.

"Um."

Beichuan Si also agreed with Shen Gu Jiro’s opinions.

The two had reached some kind of consensus.

...

In fact, after that, Shen Gu Chiharu and Shen Gu Mirai had planned to have Beichuan Si stay for dinner, but he tactfully declined and left a voodoo doll with Shen Gu Mirai.

Night had unknowingly fallen.

He stayed at the Shen Gu family home for about three hours, during which he had to deal not only with Shen Gu Mirai, but also with her mother.

The sheer weariness of dealing with both of them was definitely not a simple addition of 1+1.

At least for the time being, Beichuan Si felt it was better not to visit the Shen Gu family again.

"Better head home quickly."

Beichuan Si began walking forward, but just then—

His phone rang.

The caller was not Beichuan Huili or Nakajima Michika, but Qianye Yuki, whom he had not seen for several days.

What did she want this time?

Beichuan Si answered the call, "Hello?"

As soon as he spoke, Qianye Yuki’s anxious voice came from the other end of the line.

"Hello? Is that Senior Beichuan?"

"It’s me, what’s the matter?"

This was the first time Qianye Yuki spoke in such a flustered tone, her usual composed beauty completely thrown aside. Suppressing the helplessness in her heart, she carefully said,

"I have a favor to ask of you, Mr. Temple."

"What is it?" Beichuan Si stopped in his tracks.

"Find my sister Qianye Cang."

Qianye Cang...?

Beichuan Si raised an eyebrow, "Calm down and explain what happened first. Panicking won’t help."

Indeed, what had happened had happened; panicking wouldn’t help but rather it was better to clear her mind and provide him with the information he needed.

There was silence on the other end for about three minutes; having gathered her emotions, Qianye Yuki said, "Thank you, Senior Beichuan..."

"Explain the situation clearly."

Feeling the still calm and rational voice on the other end, Qianye Yuki felt much reassured, "Actually, it’s like this—"

At Kyubei School, in addition to the recent hot topic of the Ibaraki Prefecture psychiatric hospital corpse discovery case, there was also a strange tale gradually taking over the students’ extracurricular conversation time.

This strange tale was the current popular spirit summoning game, "Mirror Apartment."

It was said that by placing a mirror in an abandoned apartment and lighting ten candles around it, and then sitting around the mirror from seven to eight in the evening, one could see an alternate world within the mirror.

The number of players for the game wasn’t limited; even one person could complete it.

It was under these circumstances that the incident occurred.

With graduation season approaching, the senior students wanted to seek some thrill before leaving Kyubei, so they initiated this game called "Mirror Apartment."

Since the game involved the terms ’supernatural’ and ’strange tale,’ Qianye Yuki was somewhat concerned.

Qianye Cang had also lost contact.

The whole situation was, therefore, predictable.

They must have encountered a real ghost story and were spirited away.

"Mirror Apartment..." Having boarded the train, Beichuan Si hung up the phone and looked toward the deep night sky.

He had just returned to Tokyo today, and this incident had occurred.

It must be said—humanity’s capacity for courting disaster is endless.

"Forget it. Regardless, I must go and check the situation."

Beichuan Si cast aside the chaotic thoughts in his mind and quietly waited for the train to arrive.

The destination was a two-story, manor-style old apartment in Ueno in the Taitung District, abandoned for not more than three years, reportedly because the landlord did not have extra money for renovations and was reluctant to sell the land, so it was left to grow over with weeds.

And now, these guys had stirred up this trouble.

"This should be the place, right?" Beichuan Si glanced at the location shared by Qianye Yuki.

It was an old Japanese-style bungalow with a slanted tile roof. On the white-blackish wall clung withered ivy.

This place looked desolate, a wonder that those students dared to come here to play the summoning game.

Beichuan Si walked over without saying another word.

A deathly aura silently covered his black pupils.

Under the deathly gaze, Beichuan Si momentarily did not notice anything amiss about the apartment.

At least, no resentment had leaked out at all.

"So, the house itself isn’t the problem; the key lies with the summoning game?"

Beichuan Si contemplated as he walked into the courtyard.

There was also a crooked old tree in the courtyard, its branches fierce, giving off a deep sense of eeriness at night.

If someone said that someone had hung themselves from this crooked tree, perhaps others would believe it.

"But there’s no resentment here." Beichuan Si glanced at the crooked old tree and shifted his gaze away.

The front door at the entrance was wide open, and footprints remained on the ground.

These must be the footprints left by the students when they came.

Beichuan Si silently stepped inside.

Passing the entrance, ahead was a corridor stretching from left to right.

The left side looked entirely occupied by the kitchen and bathroom, while the right side housed the rented Japanese-style rooms.

Despite its rustic exterior, this long house had everything inside.

Beichuan Si believed that those who played the summoning game probably would not have gone to the kitchen and bathroom, especially since there was a pungent, disgusting smell that anyone would avoid.

He quickly checked the broken-down long house on the first floor, not finding items like candles and mirrors, and then went directly upstairs via the right staircase.

As he ascended to the second floor, his field of vision narrowed considerably.

Perhaps this was also one of the main reasons this long house was criticized and abandoned.

Upon reaching upstairs, Beichuan Si immediately smelled the scent of burning candles in the air.

He moved his feet following the scent and instantly arrived at the innermost room.

Whirr—

The tattered sliding door was opened by Beichuan Si, and on the wooden floor, a small round mirror was placed.

Around it were scattered ten candles.

This room also had footprints identical to those at the entrance on the first floor; presumably, this was the venue for the summoning game.

But the people inside the room had disappeared.

Everyone had vanished.

Yes, the entire room was eerily empty, as if something sudden had occurred, causing the students playing the game to disappear without even having time to clear the things on the ground.

"Hmm..."

Death flickered in Beichuan Si’s eyes.

Under the deathly gaze, he avoided the round mirror on the floor and moved to the innermost full-length mirror that came with the long house.

Beichuan Si’s face reflected the flickering candlelight.

In the mirror, his face appeared pale blue.

His mouth, terrifyingly crimson, tore open.

And bit down—toward the head of Beichuan Si outside the mirror!