This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 305 - 228. Feituo Mana (8000-word Goal Achieved!)_2

Chapter 305: Chapter 228. Feituo Mana (8000-word Goal Achieved!)_2

When he looked up again, he found himself standing once more at the doorstep of the Feituo Family’s home.

Before him lay the unchanging furniture, the unchanging view.

"Can’t enter without meeting certain conditions?"

A cold glint flashed in Beichuan Si’s eyes as Jian Ding slipped from his hand, enveloped by a sinister aura of death.

He approached the rooms of Feituo Xingzi and Feituo An, and with a bloodstained Jian Ding, he sliced—

Sizzling.

The deathly aura clashed with the mirror’s surface, producing a burnt smell.

It was exactly the same odor as when Jian Ding pierced into Feituo Zhenna’s body.

This was indeed Feituo Zhenna’s ability!

Beichuan Si sheathed Jian Ding back as the mirror returned to its ordinary appearance.

It seemed certain conditions indeed had to be met to enter.

Beichuan Si went back to the living room and began to ponder.

As mentioned earlier, every room in the Hemu Apartment Building was filled with dust, with broken pipes scattered around, presenting a scene of ruin.

Only the Feituo Family’s home was different.

The Feituo home remained as it always was, not a single change.

Did this mean that deep down, Feituo Zhenna still loved this home?

Because of love, she always maintained the appearance of this home.

Beichuan Si wandered around the foot of the table, finally stopping next to the round table.

More precisely, beside the birthday cake.

If there was anything in this home that drew the eye, it had to be the scene of the birthday party already set up.

Beichuan Si took out the note once more.

"Each of us... is the same."

"Everyone is the same?"

The same?...

If everyone were the same...

A thought struck Beichuan Si.

It couldn’t be this, could it?...

He picked up the cake knife and was about to cut—

Nishijou Kurenai, who had been staring at the cake, leaped up, plunging right into the center of the cake.

Her little doll’s body was covered in cream.

"..." Beichuan Si.

Nishijou Kurenai was still a little girl, and it was natural for her to like cake.

But...

"Don’t move around, Kurenai."

Beichuan Si shook his head, lifting Nishijou Kurenai from the cake and placing her beside the small round table.

Then, he cleanly cut two pieces of cake into equal portions and placed them on two other empty paper plates.

He looked up.

A moment ago... did the tea cabinet shake slightly?

Beichuan Si set down the cake knife and walked toward the tea cabinet, feeling around on top.

And then—

He found a small piece of paper hidden on top, now in his hand.

It read,

"Dad likes red, Mom likes green, I like white."

Beneath the note, there were small figures drawn in red pencil: a male figure, a green figure wearing a skirt, and an uncolored figure.

The red was Dad, sitting aside, ignoring the other two figures.

The green was Mom, holding the colorless figure in her arms.

"Likes red, likes green, likes white..."

Beichuan Si’s gaze instinctively moved to the tabletop.

The first paper plate had everything by it, both drink and cake, representing the father.

The second and third paper plates had nothing, no drink and no cake, also signifying the father’s indifference towards the mother and daughter, neglecting the little figures.

"We are all the same..."

Beichuan Si’s eyes narrowed, and he opened all the doors of the tea cabinet.

As expected, he found the stale green tea and the sour-smelling milk carton at the very bottom.

Was this the answer...?

Beichuan Si took out two identical cups, filling them with the undrinkable green tea and the foul-smelling milk.

Then he placed the drinks beside the two paper plates.

As Beichuan Si did this, everything in the Hemu Apartment Building seemed to tremble.

This eerie trembling went on for two minutes before gradually subsiding.

Under Beichuan Si’s watch, the smooth mirror surface of the rooms belonging to Feituo An and Feituo Xingzi disappeared.

Beichuan Si certainly wouldn’t miss this opportunity, and he stepped inside.

This was a common master bedroom.

A neat king-sized bed, a simply shaped desk, a bedside table, a wardrobe.

There was also a note at the bedside:

Beichuan Si walked over to pick it up.

It was the same crooked child’s handwriting that read:

’I am always watching you from the dark.’

Another bit of nonsensical speech.

Watching me from the dark?

Beichuan Si scanned the room.

The room still looked the same, no changes whatsoever.

The Shinra Bell did not sound, and Nishijou Kurenai showed no reaction.

What could be watching from the darkness?

Unable to figure it out for the moment, Beichuan Si headed towards the desk to see if he could find any clues.

After rummaging through the drawers, he found a pale pink diary in one of them.

The pale pink diary was signed by Feituo Mana.

In other words, this was Feituo Mana’s diary.

Beichuan Si had no qualms about opening it, his eyes quickly scanning the contents.

The dates started from seven years ago, one year before the massacre.

’Today I played with the child from next door. They were really polite, a truly nice person.’

’I’ve been trying so hard, so the teacher agreed to give me a little red flower, and dad praised me, which made me so happy.’

’Today...’

This diary mainly told of Feituo Mana’s daily activities, or the difficulties she encountered during her growth, and how she overcame them.

Just scanning through, you could feel she was a simple and kind ordinary little girl.

Flipping to the last page, Beichuan Si found a second note.

The message on it was simple:

’Important things always come in twos.’

Important things always come in twos.

If the diary is considered important, then there should be another diary that exists.

Beichuan Si took out the first note again.

"I am always watching you from the darkness."

I am always watching you from the darkness... darkness...

If the darkness is just a simple noun.

Then it could be translated as this—where the light never reaches, the diary is hidden.

This bedroom is the master bedroom and, considering its function, the lighting should be very good.

In such a room, the places where sunlight cannot reach are few.

Under the desk, in the corner, under the bed, and beneath the chairs.

Considering the phrase about being watched from the dark.

The place that could closely observe Beichuan Si is—

"Underneath the desk."

Beichuan Si, who had been standing by the desk, reached under it.

Sure enough, there was a white diary taped under the desk.

There was no name on this diary, but seeing the familiar handwriting, Beichuan Si knew whose writing it was.

This diary also belonged to Feituo Mana.

’The damn fatty from next door! Die! Die! Die! Dad should’ve always liked Mana! How dare they call me a bastard!’

’The people in my class are getting more and more annoying... I really want the Believer to...’

’That...’

A diary filled with curses and maledictions.

It was hard to imagine these sentences coming from the hand of a mere ten-year-old girl.

Seeing these sentences, Beichuan Si could imagine the scene:

After acquiring her ability, Feituo Mana was filled with anxiety and impatience.

And her mother kept forcing her to use her ability.

That pressure caused Feituo Mana to develop a particularly twisted personality as she grew.

Add to that Feituo An’s preoccupation with work, leaving him with no time to manage his housewife Feituo Xingzi or their daughter Feituo Mana, which also led to the subsequent tragedy.

’Adults like to wear masks.’

’Dad likes to wear masks, mum likes to wear masks too.’

’No one can wear a mask in front of a mirror.’

’A mirror reflects all facets of a person.’

’Things that a mask cannot cover.’

’Whether despicable or noble, arrogant or weak.’

’Among a thousand mirrors, there is always a true self.’

’Including myself...’

On the last page of the diary, in a scribbled, nearly illegible handwriting, was written this sentence.