This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 462 - 307: Until Tears Come Out (8000 Word Goal Achieved!)

Chapter 462: Chapter 307: Until Tears Come Out (8000 Word Goal Achieved!)

In this atmosphere, Beichuan Si glanced at Hobu Tian and then relentlessly continued,

"In fact, instead of saying Shikizaki Haru’s condition has relieved, it’s more accurate to say it worsened. And taking into account the bloodstained scratches on the wall, he very probably already suffered from schizophrenia."

The devil in the heart.

Does this signify the emergence and complete possession of another personality in Shikizaki Haru’s body?

This point seemed still worth considering, but such an assumption was perfectly valid.

Thinking this, Beichuan Si tugged at his backpack and said indifferently,

"Actually, there’s something more troubling me than what I’ve just explained."

"Something more troubling you?" Everyone swallowed in unison and couldn’t help shrinking their necks.

If such dark and frightening things could be recounted by Beichuan Si without changing his expression, what could be possibly troubling him even more?

This might really be too much—

"According to the vengeful spirit of Shikizaki Haru, after we entered this room, there should appear something threatening to us, just like the saw room earlier. This room might also have something emerge."

Beichuan Si analyzed.

"Whatever..." Tanaka Takashi’s face turned sour. He hooked his arm around the neck of Yamakou Hideyasu to his left and said without turning his head, forcing a dry laugh, "Mr. Beichuan is overthinking it. Maybe this room is just meant for us to solve some puzzles..."

Tanaka Takashi couldn’t finish his sentence.

Because he realized the expressions of the people beside him were weird.

Gongben Naoki, Hobu Tian, Yamakou Hideyasu...

Wait a minute? Yamakou Hideyasu?

If Yamakou Hideyasu was on the right, then whose neck was I hooking?

Tanaka Takashi turned his head unconsciously.

A man.

Honestly, if the man’s head hadn’t been split into two halves, he would have definitely caught up with him—

"Ha ha... ha ha... ha..." Tanaka Takashi pointed at the man, and then pointed to himself with a dry laugh, and it took a while before he could laugh no more before he cried out in despair and grievance: "Mr. Beichuan, save me!"

Actually, without Tanaka Takashi’s request, upon noticing the man’s movement, Beichuan Si had already leaped up and with a strong punch, smashed into the half-chopped head of the man.

Bang!

Crack!

Tanaka Takashi’s face burst with pieces of flesh, and a stinking purple tongue stuck to his mouth...

"You alright?" Beichuan Si withdrew his hand and still asked.

...Do I look alright?

Tanaka Takashi collapsed to the ground, his eyes dazed and blank, several times he wanted to say this but held back.

After all, Beichuan Si asked out of concern, and without Beichuan Si, he would have been long dead here; one should not repay kindness with ingratitude.

But still...

"Mr. Beichuan, could you be a bit gentler?" The 100-plus-pound Tanaka Takashi whimpered like a little wife.

His words were still halfway when the next moment came the familiar sound of flesh bursting, followed by black liquid pouring over his head.

It turned out that a vengeful spirit had descended from the ceiling, but it was instantly blown apart by Beichuan Si’s kick, so Tanaka Takashi was not hurt, which, all things considered, was still a fortunate outcome.

But—

The black liquid was smelly and bitter, and with his head covered in it, Tanaka Takashi felt like he was in Hell.

He was tearless with sadness and felt cursed by these vengeful spirits.

"This liquid will soon dissolve into the purest resentment. You don’t need to care too much." Beichuan Si kindly explained before glancing at the gradually dissipating remains of the spirits on the ground.

From the attire of these two, the vengeful spirit that dropped from the ceiling must have been that live-stream host with the baseball cap. The other was dressed in a doctor’s outfit, seemingly the former psychologist of Shikizaki Haru.

The baseball cap was thoroughly dead, not even a spiritual body was left.

So, the sister of Gongben Naoki who was with him...

Beichuan Si turned back and looked at Gongben Naoki, gently shaking his head.

Seeing Beichuan Si’s gesture, Gongben Naoki’s face turned pale, her fingers tightly clutching the cuffs of her sleeves.

Honestly, with things having reached this point, she had almost come to accept the reality.

Her sister had died... maybe even turned into a vengeful spirit like the one with the baseball cap.

Gongben Naoki took a deep breath, stabilizing her emotions a bit, and nodded at Beichuan Si.

Honestly, if the surroundings weren’t so dim, the other three would have noticed something off with her long ago.

Beichuan Si bent down and pulled an antique bronze key from the bodies of the two spirits.

And the moment Beichuan Si found the key, a speaker hanging in the corner emitted an unacceptable sound:

"Wait! You! How did you do that?! It’s absolutely impossible for a normal person... what exactly did you use!"

The clown hidden in the speaker was agitated, his words no longer calm.

According to the script, Beichuan Si and the others were supposed to die here, becoming new feed for the spiritual realm.

But now why was everything messed up, not following the script at all?

Its tone was filled with resentment and venom, like a knife continuing to emerge from the speaker:

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