My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

　　 Fujiwara Starry sky didn't stay too much, turned around and went out into the second room.

　　 Watanabe Yoyo was not so fast. He held his phone and took a snap in the room.

　　 The room is really full of paintings of cats, paintings of cats heads emerging from potted plants, paintings of cats flying half of their bodies like smoke from the gaps in the walls and ceilings, and several pairs of paintings that look like cats' eyes emerged in the pitch black.

　　 I can't see that this is a painting by an innocent child at all. The painting is full of surrealism and boldness, as well as an atmosphere of indescribable horror.

　　 The more I shoot, the more evil I feel.

　　 Watanabe Yaoyang shuddered, ran out quickly, and followed into the second room.

　　 This Western-style room with about ten tatami mats should be the bedroom of Mr. and Mrs. Saeki, with gorgeous art lamps hanging from the ceiling.

　　The large double bed is placed by the window, and on both sides of the bed are placed beautiful bedside tables, on which are placed a pair of white lampshade ceramic bedside lamps.

　　Everything seems to have been sprinkled with a layer of white ashes by time, freezing the happy memories of the former residents

　　 In the corner of the bedroom, there is a table with a dust-proof computer. Next to the computer, there is a brown scrapbook and a few photos.

　　 In the slightly wrinkled photo, there is a man and woman who looks like a couple, and a little boy holding a cat, who should be their son. The women in the photos are all girls wearing white clothes with long hair.

　　 That is... Saeki Gaya... Watanabe Yoyo is so nervous that the pores are sweating.

　　 The eldest sister of urban legend is big... can't it make people scared?

　　 Despite the panic in his heart, out of the instinct of a member of the Nine Divisions, he still took pictures one after another with trembling hands.

　　 The deepest part of the entrance on the second floor is a utility room about eight tatami mats, which is probably not in use now. Several pieces of furniture, cardboard boxes and magazines were neatly placed in the corners of the room.

　　 Watanabe Yoyo stood at the door, an indescribable unpleasant odor puffed his nose with the muddy air, and suddenly the whole person was dizzy and a little bit up.

　　 The smell of a dead body?

How can it be.

　　 For his own whim, Yoyo Watanabe found it funny. But because of the stiffness of the cheek muscles, he couldn't laugh as he pleased.

　　 But this hypothesis is not wrong. It is indeed the stench produced when the meat is spoiled and the muscles of mammals are broken down by bacteria after they die.

　　 Fujiwara Hoshizora leaned against the door and smiled at the closet inside: "Go, open that one."

　　 He knows what's inside.

　　 The reason why the members of the nine departments followed up was because he didn't want to get his hands dirty.

　　 There are tools and people who don’t use it, so he is not that stupid.

　　 Watanabe Yoyo approached the closet, only to find that there was tape on the closet door. He hadn't noticed this at all, and now he discovered the problem.

　　 This is a bit contrary to common sense. If you do this, you won’t be able to open and close the closet?

　　 Just as Watanabe Yaoyang muttered to himself in his heart, a sound came from his ears.

　　Kakakaka...

Who?

　　 The feeling of fear covering his whole body in an instant made him feel like urinating.

　　Kakakaka...

Huh? Is it there? Is it in that closet?

　　 That's right. The sound of grabbing something really came from the closet.

　　 Watanabe Yoyo approached the closet tremblingly and put his hand on the sliding door.

　　 At this time, "Meow..."

　　 There was a cat cry from inside the closet, and he couldn't help but startled.

Cat? Is there a cat in the closet?

"Meow meow..."

　　 There is nothing wrong, there is a cat locked in the closet.

　　 Watanabe Yoyo was crying and looked at Fujiwara Star at the door asking for help.

　　 In response, Fujiwara Stars only replied: "The best way to overcome fear is to face fear."

　　 Watanabe Yaoyang hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, took off the tape on the sliding door of the closet, and opened the door.

　　 The quilt that was stuffed indiscriminately rolled out and fell at his feet, and the quilt was stained with traces of sauce such as soy sauce.

　　Did it get any seasoning sauce like soy sauce?

　　 No... it's not soy sauce or seasoning... but blood.

　　 Just don’t transition, Yaoyang doesn’t quite understand why the blood stains have been dried up for a long time, but the smell is as if they were just taken out of the blood vessels.

　　 He peeped into the closet carefully, but the inside was dark and he couldn't see clearly, and he could see something wrapped in a plastic bag.

　　 Watanabe Yoyo took out a saber and carefully separated the plastic bags.

　　 Then, there, there was a woman's face.

　　 Even if he was mentally prepared, Watanabe Yoyo was so scared that he shuddered and peeed on the spot.

　　 "Fujiwara-senpai..." He cried and turned his head, begging: "I can't do it anymore..."

　　 Fujiwara Stars shook his head.

　　 He can only turn his head little by little again, with an expression ready to be brave.

　　As soon as he returned his gaze to the closet, Watanabe Yoyo was shocked for an instant.

　　 On the upper floor of the closet, a little black cat squatted on top of a low pile of quilts.

　　 The sudden light shining in made the kitten unable to open his eyes for a moment. Then, it made a faint voice at Watanabe Yoyo "Meow...".

　　 "What... It turned out to be a cat, don't scare me... Okay, come out soon." Watanabe Yaoyang smiled bluntly, and reached out to fish out the black cat.

　　 As a result, the black cat disappeared as soon as the finger touched it.

　　 Watanabe Yoyo blinked and fell into a life of serious doubt.

　　 Before he could figure out whether the cat was called Schrödinger, a strong rancid smell came from the closed closet.

　　...It smells so bad.

　　 He muttered to himself, and suddenly saw a boy in the blind corner of the sliding door.

　　 "Ah!" Watanabe Yoyo let out a scream, and quickly dodged.

　　 "Who, who are you!" He yelled as he stepped back.

　　 Toshio with a pale complexion jumped out of the closet~www.ltnovel.com~ just about to kill the man who entered the house.

　　 Fujiwara Starry sky stopped in front of him.

　　 Toshio looked at this man's face and thought of the man who was not afraid of his mother that night.

　　 "Little boy Junxiong, meet again."

　　 "Ah, big brother."

　　 Fujiwara Starry sky corrected and said: "I want to call him Uncle, Uncle Fujiwara."

　　 "Also, the one in the back must be called Uncle Watanabe."

　　 Toshio seemed to be very unhappy, and turned his head stubbornly.

　　 To coax children, be patient.

　　 Fujiwara Starry sky rubbed Toshio's little head, and said softly, "Where's mom?"

　　 Toshio looked away without answering.

　　 Watanabe Yaoyang behind him was so scared that he didn't even dare to get angry.

　　 The atmosphere was silent for a long time before I heard Junxiong say with some panic: "Mom...Mom she... is gone..."

　　 Fujiwara Starry sky was lost in thought.

　　 It seems that Sadako and Kayako played fiercely that night. Are they both dead? Or is it just like in the movie, got a virgin coconut out?

　　 If it is, that would be great, the childlike Sadako + the wife Gayako, double happiness.

　　 But movies are always movies, and reality is not so nonsense.

　　 The high probability is that both of them have disappeared temporarily, and will resurrect within their respective rules after a while.

　　 "Toshio, mom will be back soon." Fujiwara Hoshigori glanced at the messy house, and said, "Let's clean the house together. Will you wait for mom to come back?"

　　 "Okay!" Hearing the promise that his mother would come back, Junxiong laughed very happily.

　　 I just don’t know if he knows that this man is hitting his mother’s idea, can he laugh.