This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 295 - 223: Feituo Family (4000 words!)_2

Chapter 295: Chapter 223: Feituo Family (4000 words!)_2

Beichuan Si couldn’t be bothered to care about these things.

Regarding the dilapidated scenery of Hemu Apartment, Beichuan Si just glanced over it and went straight upstairs.

No matter how terrifying these scenes became, the task at hand was what Beichuan Si still had to undertake.

The stairwell going upstairs was covered with a lot of dust and was draped in cobwebs, bearing the same kind of stain marks as in the Mirror Spirit Realm.

Beichuan Si didn’t stop his steps, continuing to ascend to the second floor.

Before him stretched a long corridor, flanked by identically structured apartment rooms on both sides.

Standing on the landing, Beichuan Si looked left and right, feeling as though the space was somehow elongated. Living in such an environment, one would likely experience a mysterious disorientation regarding space.

The Feituo Family’s apartment was room 204, located on the far right.

Beichuan Si naturally didn’t hesitate and went straight to the rightful owner’s front door.

The Feituo Family’s old security door was ajar, with footprints on the floor. Beichuan Si could smell the thick scent of burned candles even before entering.

As the main location of ghostly tales, it seemed that this place was often visited.

Beichuan Si pushed open the half-open door and entered.

A scene identical to the Mirror Apartment unfolded before Beichuan Si, only everything was upside down.

It was an ordinary apartment suite, consisting of a kitchen, bathroom, living room, and two bedrooms.

It could be described as small but fully equipped.

The living room’s furnishings were also similar to what Beichuan Si had seen in the mirrored world.

The TV cabinet stood at the opposite corner of the right wall.

Looking closely, one could notice that the screen of the television placed on it had been smashed at some point.

The ceiling fan, wrapped in cobwebs, hung in the center of the living room.

The crumbling sofa exposed yellowed stuffing and on it lay a round table with one leg broken off.

It seemed that those who came to play the game found the round table too much of an obstruction and had haphazardly piled it on the sofa.

This also made things convenient for Beichuan Si.

Beichuan Si steadied his footing and, before he began a thorough examination, the Shinra Bell attached to his backpack’s water pouch rang out urgently.

Even Nishijou Kurenai, who had been lying quietly, jumped up, looking around alertly.

There was something in here!

A dead air swirled in Beichuan Si’s eyes, with an inexplicable chill spreading throughout his body.

It was as if he was being observed by a resentful and bitterly cold gaze; the chill was a symbol of the other’s malevolence.

It seemed that as the apartment’s owner, the entity was quite displeased with Beichuan Si’s presence.

Thud, thud, thud, thud—

As if someone was fiercely stomping on the ceiling, a muffled and terrifying sound echoed.

Dust fell in waves.

The ceiling fan was trembling...

No, it was the entire room that seemed to be shaking, like a horrific earthquake!

Somehow, sunlight had already dispersed, a frightful shadow enveloping the space, and an unclear, chilling whisper began to arise—

Faced with this situation, what action was Beichuan Si taking?

One could see Beichuan Si, expressionless, taking out the candles one by one and setting them up.

But, frustratingly, due to the excessive trembling of the room, the candles couldn’t stay upright.

Seeing this, Beichuan Si snorted coldly, a deadly aura condensed, and he kicked hard against the wall!

Boom!!!!

An enormous bang!

The wall crumbled as if it had been hit by a bomb. Beichuan Si had actually kicked a huge hole into it!

The shaking room immediately ceased, the whispering fled, and the frightful shadow retracted back into the dark corner.

Everything reverted to normal, and the room became quiet as before.

But Beichuan Si didn’t relax.

Because the Shinra Bell’s ringing hadn’t stopped!

The clear, piercing chime in this moment sounded like the tolling of doom, ringing urgently in a succession—ding-ding-ding.

Beichuan Si, as if he noticed something, lifted his head.

In an area near the edge of the black television set which faintly reflected a mirror-like luster.

In it, Beichuan Si was still standing in the center of the room. Behind him, a little girl in a ghastly white dress was reaching out her hands towards his neck with a fierce expression.

Behind him?!

Beichuan Si’s wrist flicked, Jian Ding in hand, and he twisted around, stabbing fiercely into the empty air behind him!

Hiss, hiss, hiss!!!

A scorching burnt smell filled the air, accompanied by a child’s shriek, as shrill as a cat’s wail.

Beichuan Si lashed out with another kick into the air.

He felt the touch of a physical object, followed by the sound of something being kicked into a corner of the wall.

Beichuan Si rushed forward again, and when he felt he had reached roughly the right spot, he stomped down!

This time, he hit nothing.

The Shinra Bell had stopped ringing.

It seemed the entity had escaped.

After being on alert for a dozen seconds and detecting no further abnormalities, Beichuan Si stuffed Jian Ding back into his arms.

"What was that just now...?"

The daughter of the Feituo family? Feituo Zhenna?

It must have been her.

As rumored, she had turned into a vengeful spirit.

What exactly had happened back then?

Beichuan Si didn’t quite understand.

But surely, if he re-entered the spiritual realm, he’d find something new?

With that thought, Beichuan Si started setting up candles again on the spot.

After he had placed and lit the candles, Beichuan Si took out a square mirror and set it in the center.

Conducting a ritual in the enemy’s stronghold like this—an outrageous action—surely they wouldn’t allow it right?

So... show yourself quickly.

Beichuan Si silently urged in his heart, slowly directing his gaze into the square mirror.

The mirror was sleek and slippery, reflecting Beichuan Si with his backpack.

The candlelight flickered, giving off a somewhat eerie feeling.

And yet—

Beichuan Si didn’t detect any malevolence around him, nor did he feel any communication with the spiritual realm.

In other words, this attempt had failed as well.

"Could it be that it’s not the right time?"

The paranormal game of Mirror Apartment required an invocation between seven and eight o’clock to succeed; therefore, Beichuan Si’s doubt had some basis.

Otherwise, it made no sense at all. It couldn’t really be that the other party was just unilaterally rejecting him, could it?

Even if it were a unilateral rejection, he was still at the entrance of the spiritual realm, he should have been able to feel their presence.

Beichuan Si felt it must be an issue with the timing, only between seven and eight in the evening could the invocation succeed.

"What time is it now...?"

Despite some setbacks, it was only just after two in the afternoon; there was still quite a bit of time until seven or eight o’clock.

Beichuan Si decided to find a place to rest for a while and come back to check the situation in the evening.

As he was pondering this, his phone began to ring with chiming tones.

It was a call from Qiuxiao Yunai.

Did she have something to tell him?

Beichuan Si answered the phone.

The panicked voice of Qiuxiao Yunai came through:

"Mr. Beichuan! Where are you?"

Beichuan Si glanced around and replied:

"Inside a bookstore nearby."

"Is that so?"

Qiuxiao Yunai took a few deep breaths before speaking with some difficulty, "Um, Mr. Beichuan, could you possibly bring me my keys? I rushed out and only now realized that I didn’t take them with me... and since you’ll be coming over, I could also prepare lunch for you."

"..." Beichuan Si.

Forgotten her keys...

Beichuan Si felt more like Qiuxiao Yunai had given the keys to him, and then he’d forgotten where he’d put the spare set.

"There’s no need for lunch," Beichuan Si shook his head and said; "Miss Qiuxiao, where are you?"

"I’m at Jing Shangye Park right now... I’m really sorry, Mr. Beichuan, I know you’re busy and it’s troublesome to ask this of you."

Qiuxiao Yunai’s ethereal voice sounded somewhat dejected at the end.

"It’s no problem. I’ll come over right now, wait for me there."

After leaving that message, Beichuan Si hung up the phone, opened Google Maps, and checked the exact location of Jing Shangye Park.

It had to be said, Jing Shangye Park wasn’t too far from here, conveniently located near Hemu Apartment.

Beichuan Si packed up his things and then left with his backpack.

The Feituo family’s home...fell back into its usual dead silence.

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