This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 335 - 243. Nighttime Ghost Stories (4000 words)_2

Chapter 335: Chapter 243. Nighttime Ghost Stories (4000 words)_2

"Finally! She emerged from that stretch of road shrouded in darkness, and she could finally breathe a sigh of relief..."

Sakurai Saki’s voice grew softer yet rose in pitch, "But just when she relaxed for a moment, a questioning voice came from ahead."

"The inquiring voice was so soft, the girl couldn’t make it out at all and simply went ’Huh?’—"

Bang!!!

With an excited expression, Sakurai Saki mimicked the swinging of a baseball bat:

"A human body fell to the ground, leaving nothing but a pool of fresh blood, and the night remained so quiet—rumor has it that if you find a street without streetlights in Bunkyo District, you’ll encounter this question-asking baseball bat murderer. And at that moment, whether you live or die is no longer up to you."

Honestly, Sakurai Saki’s storytelling rhythm wasn’t bad, but she always messed up at the end. She got too carried away with her performance, making out-of-character actions that swept away the fearful atmosphere built up before.

Just as she was about to add something else, Beichuan Si suddenly spoke up:

"It’s fake. There aren’t any streets without streetlights in Bunkyo District."

Then he calmly analyzed:

"In fact, in modern Tokyo, finding a road without streetlights within the city area is next to impossible, so this urban legend is false."

Though he spoke indifferently, the others somehow detected a hint of irritation in his voice.

"But..." Sakurai Saki’s face flushed with urgency, just about to argue her point—

"I said it’s fake," Beichuan Si looked at her expressionlessly.

Sakurai Saki shrank back, nodding hastily: "Yes, it’s fake."

Why do I feel like Brother Temple is targeting me?

She couldn’t help but think as she stepped down.

It was while Sakurai Saki was pondering that the second eager volunteer appeared.

Full of confidence, even to the point of narcissism, Sakura Miori raised her hand.

When all eyes around her were drawn to her, she began with a humph: "My ghost story will definitely be scarier than Saki’s! The tale I’m about to tell involves an old school building and the screams of high school girls!"

She raised a finger, speaking slowly: "Again in Bunkyo District, there are old school buildings left on school premises, not yet expanded, with security guards..."

But before Sakura Miori could get through her opening, Beichuan Si had already waved his hand and said: "Fake."

"While it’s true that old school buildings left as private property may forbid entry, there still are young people who enter at night for test-of-courage events. I’ve heard rumors that flashlights and candles used for these events have been found inside. They must have been scared off before they could make it back home."

Hmm????

Sakura Miori’s face filled with question marks, she opened her mouth, somewhat unwilling to concede: "But, but I’ve heard that someone really did hear it! They say there was the sound of a girl’s screams."

"It’s all fake." Beichuan Si glanced sideways at Sakura Miori: "I’ve been there, I naturally know it’s fake."

But...

Sakura Miori’s mouth moved, but in the end, she deflated.

Fine, if you say it’s fake then it’s fake.

Sitting with Sakurai Saki, Sakura Miori couldn’t help feeling she might have upset Beichuan Si, resulting in him targeting the two of them.

Next up was Takiyama Nanako with a ghost story from Xucha High School, which left her doubting her existence just like Sakurai Saki and Sakura Miori, joining them in their quiet despair.

Otomoto Ai chose not to participate and thus, did not share a ghost story.

Shen Gu Mirai, who’d been observing all this, couldn’t help but shake her head.

Weren’t they all talking about Beichuan Si’s personal experiences? And each one turned Beichuan Si into a ghost story.

No wonder Beichuan Si wasn’t pleased.

These young girls were still too naive.

"Senior Sister Shen Gu, it’s your turn," the trio in their self-imposed isolation said, looking at Shen Gu Mirai.

"My turn...?" Shen Gu Mirai pinched her chin.

Indeed, according to the clockwise order, it was her turn now.

"Uh... then I’ll tell a tale about a ghostly encounter in the woods at night."

Shen Gu Mirai laughed cheerfully, leveling her tone as she started to spin her made-up story.

This was a tale from a time long past.

Also in the spring, a young couple traveling in the wilderness, due to encountering a pack of wolves, sought shelter in a cave.

But an earthquake happened to strike, the mountain split, and the cave entrance was sealed off.

This was undoubtedly a dead end; they could only hide in the cave and wait for rescue from the outside.

Time passed day by day, and the rescue workers began their search and rescue.

The boys and girls had no means to make fire, and their supply of convenient food dwindled with each passing day.

"Finally, one night, thanks to the relentless efforts of the rescue team, the girl was also rescued," Shen Gu Mirai concluded with a smile.

Um????

How could this story be so incoherent? And—

"This doesn’t count as a ghost story, does it?" Sakurai Saki interjected.

What kind of ghost story is this?

"This is definitely a pure ghost story!" Shen Gu Mirai affirmed with her chest puffed out and a serious response.

A pure ghost story?

It’s just a story about two people trapped, then the boy collapses from exhaustion and the girl is rescued.

The self-contained trio didn’t care, they just stared intently at Beichuan Si, hoping he would treat Shen Gu Mirai the same way he treated them and say, "This is fake!"

But to their disappointment, Beichuan Si’s expression did not change in the slightest, he merely reminded:

"Mirai didn’t mention whether the boy is alive or dead."

She didn’t mention whether the boy is alive or dead?

Sakurai Saki, Sakura Miori, and Takiyama Nanako exchanged glances.

It seemed like they understood something, yet they understood nothing.

Only Otomoto Ai couldn’t help but glance at them.

Are these people really among the top fifteen students of Kyubei High School’s freshman class?

Seeing that they really couldn’t figure it out, Beichuan Si finally spoke up to explain:

"In fact, this story seems to be made up on the spot, it’s rough and doesn’t hold up to scrutiny."

"But that’s also where her cleverness lies; she omits the content of the story and doesn’t depict a specific image of the ghost story, leaving most of the content to your imagination."

"First, the status of the boy is uncertain, whether he’s dead or alive is a question."

"But from the last sentence, ’the girl was rescued,’ it can be inferred that the boy must have died, so why did only the boy die and not the girl?"

"...Brother Temple, are you suggesting... the boy was eaten by the girl?" Sakurai Saki pondered before reaching this conclusion.

But even so, that just means the boy loved the girl too deeply, and voluntarily let the girl eat him in order for her to survive.

That’s all.

Though the turn of events is drastic, it’s just an ordinary story, without a hint of a ghost story.

"That’s the key. You forgot the premise, they didn’t have the means to make fire."

"Without the means to make fire, how should the girl have consumed the boy? Eating raw meat? Nowhere towards the story’s end does it state the rescuers found the boy’s remains—I don’t think those rescue workers would be so unprofessional."

"That should mean...?" They were almost dizzy from the implications.

Only Shen Gu Mirai was looking at Beichuan Si with a beaming smile, her eyes shining.

Beichuan Si maintained a calm demeanor and countered: "Let me ask the opposite: do you think a creature that can consume human flesh raw is still human?"

Yes.

The girl in the story isn’t human but a monster capable of eating raw human flesh and drinking blood.

In everyone’s imagination, she could be a ghoul or some other indescribable creature.

This was also a brilliant move by Shen Gu Mirai.

She never specified the actual image in the ghost story, leaving it purely to the listeners’ imagination to construct the most terrifying image.

At that moment, Beichuan Si took the roasted skewers off the grill and placed them on a platter.

The meat sizzled, oozing pale yellow fat and emitting a rich aroma.

Looking at these delicious skewers, aside from Shen Gu Mirai and Beichuan Si, the girls couldn’t bring themselves to eat.

As they watched Beichuan Si and Shen Gu Mirai unconcernedly consume the food, they felt somewhat reflective—

Indeed, those not from the same family don’t enter the same door...

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