This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 306 - 229. The Incommunicable Voice (4000 words)

Chapter 306: Chapter 229. The Incommunicable Voice (4000 words)

The space had started to rumble and shift again.

This symbolic shift reminded Beichuan Si of something, so he walked out, only to immediately notice that the small round table had changed.

The previously present cake, small paper plates, and tea set had all disappeared, leaving only a note on the table.

Beichuan Si reached out to see what was written on this piece of paper.

But the moment he touched the paper, countless thoughts and memories surged out, flashing numerous scenes in front of Beichuan Si.

There sat Feituo Mana on a platform, dressed in a white hunting outfit, her lips vivid red.

Standing beside her with arms raised high was Feituo Xingzi.

Below them knelt a mass of Believers.

The light shone on the small figure of Feituo Mana, making her look ruthless and indifferent.

The scenes flashed by.

This was Feituo’s Master Bedroom that Beichuan Si had just investigated, with Feituo An sitting at the desk looking at company files, his brow furrowed, appearing to be in a bad mood.

Behind him, a young Feituo Mana clutching her crude drawing, stood in the shadows, watching Feituo An.

She seemed to want to say something, but in the end, she remained silent.

The scene flashed once more—

This looked to be Feituo Mana’s room: a light pink carpet, a white wooden horse projection toy in the corner, a tidy little desk, a children’s bed.

Ding-ding-ding-ding-dong—

The wooden horse projection toy had turned on, and a crisp, pleasant nursery rhyme played, the white wooden horse bouncing up and down to a faint rhythm.

Projections of stars, circles, and triangles filled the room with dreamlike illusions.

In the middle of the room,

Feituo Xingzi was holding Feituo Mana, her voice mournful and sorrowful, "Kelian... Mana, Kelian... Mana."

Feituo Mana leaned against Feituo Xingzi’s chest, biting her lower lip tightly, her gaze flickering, uncertain of her thoughts.

Gradually, a crimson shade enveloped their bodies.

The bright, white lights turned into colors as cruel as human blood.

The five-pointed stars slowly twisted into fierce forms.

The circles twisted and convulsed, resembling human smiling faces.

The projections of triangles resembled blood-stained boning knives, sharp and dauntingly unsafe to approach.

The crisp, pleasant nursery rhyme stretched, filled with a grating, unpleasant friction sound.

The background elongated—

And the scene returned to the present.

The room, though mirrored, appeared different as usual.

The candles on the cake placed on the table had extinguished, the green tea and milk spilled and mixed, creating a nauseating mix of spoiled tea and sour milk that was nearly vomit-inducing.

Beichuan Si seemed to sense something and looked towards the door.

Somehow, Feituo An had come back to life; he was standing at the doorway, not daring to enter, only able to look at Beichuan Si with a dazed, resentful gaze.

Since he couldn’t come in, Beichuan Si would not waste his energy dealing with him.

Beichuan Si picked up the piece of paper, his gaze fell upon it.

Blood-red characters leaped into his eyes.

"Daddy killed me, Daddy killed Mommy."

"But it doesn’t matter."

"Because we are family."

"We are family."

"Forever and ever, a family."

The twisted, frenzied handwriting seemed to almost tear the paper in two.

Beichuan Si set down the piece of paper, sensing something and looking towards the innermost room.

Somehow, the mirrored barrier of the innermost room had vanished, and the door was wide open.

Beichuan Si pocketed the piece of paper, ignoring Feituo An behind him, and walked inside.

It was a little girl’s room.

A pink carpet.

A small white horse projection toy.

A small desk.

A children’s bed.

A small wardrobe.

At this point, naturally, Beichuan Si wouldn’t hesitate any longer.

He stood in the room, scanning around, hoping to discover something.

But before he could find anything, Nishijuou Kelian scratched Beichuan Si’s face and pointed with her round, chubby fingers toward the small wardrobe.

"Umm? Is there something inside here?"

Nishijou Kelian nodded, confirming Beichuan Si’s guess.

Beichuan Si opened the small wardrobe.

It was filled with little girls’ clothes.

Dresses, down jackets, autumn wear...

But Beichuan Si wasn’t interested in these, he pushed the clothes aside, and then he found something—

On the inner panel of the wardrobe, there was writing in dark crayon.

The moment he touched this dark crayon writing, Beichuan Si felt as if a surge of thoughts entered his mind.

A childish young girl’s voice eerily rang in his ears.

"It was a night, the night of my tenth birthday."

"Our TV had broken down, constantly showing static."

"Mom had called, and someone was to come fix the TV soon."

"We put candles on the cake."

"And prepared Dad’s favorite drink, black tea."

"Green tea, milk, everything was ready."

"Then—"

The tone of the memory broke off, replaced by an incomprehensible tone of resentment.

The cold voice, like maggots crawling over a rotting corpse, incessant, unable to be slapped or shaken off.

"Daddy killed me."

"Daddy killed Mommy."

"Daddy didn’t kill himself."

Beichuan Si’s eyes flickered, looking behind himself.

Unnoticed, the small wooden horse toy in the room had started spinning again.

Accompanied by a lengthening eerie, terrifying music, the projection turned on.

A deep red, blood-colored light weighed down.

Sharp, bone-chilling pentagrams.

Bizarrely twisted circles.

Sharp triangles.

Gurgling on the walls and across Beichuan Si’s face.