This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 463 - 307: Until Tears Flow (8000 Word Goal Achieved!)_2

Chapter 463: Chapter 307: Until Tears Flow (8000 Word Goal Achieved!)_2

"No matter how you did it! You’re all going to die now! I’m going to kill you personally! You maggots don’t deserve to live in this world at all!"

The words, filled with bloodlust and brutality, caused everyone to break out in cold sweats; they subconsciously looked towards Beichuan Si, only to discover that Beichuan Si’s eyes were glowing, his expressionless face displaying a sense of anticipation.

...

The crowd silently lowered their heads.

Fine, Mr. Beichuan, as long as you’re having fun.

With the completion of those words, the bookcase collapsed, revealing a secret door behind it.

The metal lock glistened under the flashlight’s beam.

"Use the keys in your hands! Come on, come find me! I’m going to wring your necks!"

The voice cackled through the loudspeaker, and then—in the next moment—

Beichuan Si suddenly delivered a kick straight to the iron door.

With a thunderous noise akin to a large truck passing by, the iron door, along with its frame, was kicked three or four meters away by Beichuan Si.

The world went silent.

The creepy laughter stopped.

The voice behind the loudspeaker disappeared.

Let’s pretend nothing ever happened.

That seemed to be the other party’s attitude.

"Let’s go," said Beichuan Si, tossing the key aside and calling back.

...

The four people behind looked at the iron door connected to the frame, then at Beichuan Si with complex expressions, and after a while, nodded and entered.

...

To be honest, Beichuan Si was in a fairly good mood.

He quite liked the feel of this spiritual realm; it really gave him the impression he was going through a haunted house challenge.

To be honest, if it weren’t for the four dead weights behind him, he might have even decided to take some time to explore this spiritual realm.

After all, that would also help find more clues, rather than hastily investigating and immediately moving on to the next place like now.

But back to the topic at hand.

Behind the secret door lay a scene of a dilapidated apartment.

The long corridor seemed to stretch souls, its end completely out of sight.

Anyway, this should be the last scene.

From the clown... that is, Shikizaki Haru’s words, it could be discerned what he meant.

In this chilly environment, Gongben Naoki, who already had the frailest constitution, involuntarily shrank her neck.

She instinctively tightened her grip on the flashlight, now with fresh batteries, sweeping it around.

The light scattered...

Under the illumination of the flashlight, Gongben Naoki seemed to hear a familiar voice.

This familiar voice grew louder... more urgent... more distinct...

Until it formed a single word:

"Sister."

"Nai Zhu?!"

Gongben Naoki looked up in fright, searching her surroundings.

Unknown when, she was left standing all alone in the gloomy space.

A chill spread throughout.

The path ahead was gradually obscured by mist.

Gongben Naoki, gripping her flashlight anxiously, looked around: "Nai Zhu?! Is that you? Answer me! Nai Zhu!"

Her voice traveled far in the thick fog, emanating an ethereal and vacant feeling.

Gongben Naoki’s sister was named Gongben Naihu, and her blog was called "Other Shore Flower’s Spooky Stories."

A year ago, Gongben Naihu had been invited here and ultimately became one with the spiritual realm...

"I really... really... miss you," Gongben Naoki’s voice stretched out, her eyes blurring with tears unknowingly.

She truly missed Gongben Naihu.

But there was no response.

In the empty space void of any other person, not a single response came to her.

A long time passed.

Where Gongben Naihu was in the end, only her faint voice could be heard.

"Sister."

"Nai Zhu..." Hearing this soft call, Gongben Naoki wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and looked around with her flashlight in hand.

The voice was distant, at one moment drifting in front of her, then suddenly to her right, then to her left, and even—

Right behind her!

Gongben Naoki turned around.

They were a pair of pitch-black eyes.

Devoid of any whites, there were only the purely black eyes in their stead.

Gongben Naihu wore her favorite hooded coat, her neck oddly tilting to one side, her head also abnormally cocked at a ninety-degree angle.

Black liquid continuously seeped from her eyes, the deathly pale complexion revealed her state.

"Sister."

Gongben Naihu, with her head cocked at ninety degrees, looked at Gongben Naoki.

Unlike the baseball cap guys, Gongben Naihu seemed to still retain her sanity and did not attack Gongben Naoki.

"Nai, Nai Zhu?!" Gongben Naoki looked at her sister, her expression softening.

In truth, she was still very frightened by the disturbing sight of her sister, but—

Gongben Naihu was, after all, her family.

If she had wanted to attack, Gongben Naihu could have killed her during that time.

"Sister, I’m sorry. I’m already dead." Gongben Naihu managed to muster a strained smile on her pale face.

Honestly, Gongben Naihu’s smile was not a pleasant sight, even somewhat disturbing.

Her neck was limply twisted, her head helplessly drooping on her shoulder, with dark bloodstains on her face.

Hearing Gongben Naihu apologize, Gongben Naoki shook her head in agony, her lips quivering as she said, "It’s my fault, I didn’t stop you, blame me... Nai Zhu."

As she spoke, Gongben Naoki collapsed to the ground weeping, crying and saying:

"It’s always been like this... Nai Zhu, you are smarter than me, more capable... you do everything so perfectly. When I said I wanted to write a novel, you supported me all along, because of me... because... I can’t live without you."

Gongben Naoki sobbed heartbrokenly.

Gongben Naihu was a very clever girl; she had always been at the top of her class since elementary school, decisive in everything she did.

Different from Gongben Naihu, Gongben Naoki was slower as a child, always lost in her own world, and so Gongben Naihu always indulged her older sister. When her sister wanted to write a book, she did not hesitate to start operating her own blog and became a somewhat well-known blogger of supernatural tales.

The reason for her becoming a blogger of supernatural stories was simple—

Gongben Naoki needed material for her writing, and the internet was the perfect place to search for it.

For this, Gongben Naihu silently dedicated a lot.

Gongben Naihu, with her head tilted, looked at Gongben Naoki and said calmly, "Sister, no one in this world is indispensable to anyone else."

"I always wondered, what would Sister Naoki become without me?"

Her gentle eyes met Gongben Naoki’s: "In fact, a year after leaving me, Sister, you became even more impressive. You managed to publish your own book very well, and you’ve become very decisive. Seeing Sister like this, I was actually very reassured."

"I..." Gongben Naoki stared blankly at Gongben Naihu.

Gongben Naihu waved her hand, speaking with evident reluctance, "I really enjoyed the days spent with Sister. So... Sister, it’s time for you to wake up."

She made way for a path with her spiritual body.

A faint golden stream flowed from the white mist ahead.

"Someone is coming for you, Sister."

Gongben Naihu smiled, "Thanks to that person, I was able to speak properly with you in this space."

"Give my regards to Mom and Dad."

"Goodbye."

"Sister."

Gongben Naihu’s figure gradually faded, becoming ethereal.

"Nai Zhu!!!" Gongben Naoki reached out toward Gongben Naihu.

But her hand was too small to grasp the scattering black streams in the air.

For the past year, she had been nothing more than a walking corpse, investigating the events that had happened, haunted by the past as it tormented Gongben Naoki.

Trapped in this cage, she was unable to break free, perhaps until this moment, Gongben Naoki was still unable to let go.

Her vision shook, the surroundings churned.

The next moment...

Gongben Naoki opened her eyes.

What met her gaze was the doll lying on her chest, continuously emitting a faint golden light.

She looked at the doll.

The doll seemed to be looking back at her.

After a long while, a smile finally formed on Gongben Naoki’s lips.

Until tears started pouring from her eyes—