Chapter 106: Guessed Right
Chapter 106: Guessed Right
Fang Jing really encountered a very tricky situation, which made him unconsciously gasp in his heart.
The situation was exactly as Karasawa Meisuke had predicted. That guy really was a crow mouth.
(Calm down! Count some prime numbers first, then think about what to do next?)
“Kuraruka, what exactly do you want to do?”
Satsuki probably wouldn’t be in danger for now. Kuranaga’s target was likely only him.
But he couldn’t be sure about that because the current “Kuranaga” was just a man-eating monster.
“I just hope that you can come over, Senpai… is that a problem?”
“Satsuki is right beside you, right? She probably needs to come back to make dinner. Don’t bother her.”
“Senpai, you don’t need to worry about Satsuki. I will take good care of her here. Unless… Senpai doesn’t want to come meet me?!”
“Meeting is fine, but I don’t want Satsuki to be present. You have something to say to me, right? I feel it’s not good if Satsuki is beside you…”
“Hehe! Senpai, you are so cunning. Are you that worried? What do you think I would do to Satsuki? Don’t worry, I won’t eat her!”
That one sentence made Fang Jing’s heart turn cold.
What did she mean by that? Could it be that she knew something…
Fang Jing looked around left and right. There were no unusual gazes. He didn’t think Kuranaga Kuraruka could see his location, and it was even more impossible for her to know about his earlier conversation with Karasawa.
Then why would she say such a thing?
“Senpai, how much do you know about my affairs?”
Kuraruka murmured as if talking to herself: “Senpai, you probably never really looked at me properly, right? After all, I am so inconspicuous. But… I know a lot about you, Senpai. Do you remember that night? What happened at the Tanaka household…”
Fang Jing’s body stiffened slightly. He remembered what he saw at his neighbor Tanaka’s house. The corpse of Mrs. Tanaka, who had been killed, vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Kuranaga… could it have been her doing?
“Senpai, why aren’t you speaking? Yes, because I happened to find the body, I couldn’t help but take it back. Hehe, I think I indirectly helped you, Senpai. After all, if a dead body was found in that house, it would cause trouble.”
“So, it really was related to you.”
Fang Jing closed his eyes and carefully recalled.
Once, when he lifted the curtain, he unexpectedly saw a pair of eyes “coveting” him.
Before, he had wondered if it was some supernatural phenomenon.
Now it seemed, it was probably also related to her.
Also, there was a period before when he felt a strange gaze constantly watching him…
“I understand. Where are you? I’ll come right now.”
“Okay, I am at Rinshi Square right now. Please rest assured, I won’t do anything to Satsuki before you arrive…”
“Fine! I’ll be there soon…”
He hung up the phone and thought carefully… The distance wasn’t very far, at most a twenty-minute walk. Running would be even faster with his speed.
As he ran, he thought of a rather serious problem.
“This way, just how much does that woman know about me…”
A murderous intent spread in his heart.
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“Is this the home of Morishima Yuko?”
It was more like a haunted house than a residence. An old building with peeling bricks and tiles, dilapidated and crumbling. The pillars supporting the gate were blackened, and the nameplate was also black, only vaguely making out the characters “Morishima”.
Amasue Suetora climbed over a corner of the wall into the house, walking carefully with one hand tightly gripping the hilt of his sword.
Around the mansion, cigarette butts, empty cans, food wrappers, snack bags, and disposable lunch boxes were scattered everywhere.
Morishima Yuko, like Kuranaga Kuraruka, was a human transformed into a Corpse Hound.
“But does she really live here? This place is no different from an abandoned house. No matter what… the environment is terrible.”
She stepped on the wooden boards into the house and found the room door open. At that moment, she heard the humming of a lullaby.
Morishima Yuko, that woman, was in one of the rooms in this house. She sat sideways on the floor, pushing a cradle with her hand while humming a lullaby.
The filthy room had unusually dim lighting.
Inside the cradle, stained with rust-like brown bloodstains, there was no baby, only a small, curled-up skeleton.
“Did… you eat your own child?”
She pushed the door open, stepped in with her sword drawn, and looked at the woman with a stern expression.
“Who are you?”
The woman, Morishima Yuko, looked at her with a bewildered expression.
This Corpse Hound was different from the usual ones?
Even after seeing her holding the sword, the woman’s demeanor remained unchanged.
“I ask you… Do you really know what you have done?”
Amasue Suetora raised Jia Zuo in his hand over his head.
“Did you eat your own child?”
“What are you talking about… Shh! Takejiro is sleeping. Please don’t disturb him.”
(So that’s it. After eating her own child, her mind completely broke down?)
Amasue no longer had any intention of holding back. She resolutely swung the sword forward. The woman screamed, transforming into the Corpse Hound form to fight her. But with this woman’s weak strength, she was naturally no match for her wielding the Exorcism Blade.
Amasue Suetora cleanly struck her. Morishima Yuko screamed, knocking over the cradle. Having lost her lower body, tears in her eyes, she tightly hugged her child who had turned into a skeleton.
“I’m sorry… Taketaro, it’s all mommy’s fault.”
In an instant, the Blade Poison consumed everything, turning her into a gray mist. Only ashes and bones remained together, indistinguishable from each other.
“In the final moment, did she regain clarity? What a pitiful dream.”
She sheathed the sword. The young swordswoman closed her eyes, almost unable to suppress the boiling sadness in her heart.
When she opened her eyes again, she cast aside these chaotic emotions, leaving only a resolute expression.
She knew that someone must completely end such tragedies.
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“Okay, understood.”
Putting down the phone, he considered it good news. Amasue Suetora had dealt with Morishima Yuko who had left.
Takami Fuyumi asked uneasily: “This… Are we just going to secretly break the lock and go in?”
“This is illegal trespassing. The residents here might call the police if we mess around. Let me try first to see if I can open it.”
After spending some time fiddling with the lock, he and Fuyumi finally entered the building.
The apartment where Kuranaga Kuraruka and her mother lived.
The room was unexpectedly tidy, as if the owner cleaned diligently.
“So, Takami, can you sense any presence?”
Having a “Corpse Hound radar” beside him, it would be a waste not to use it properly!
“Huh? Asking me?”
The middle school girl tightly gripped her sword hilt, looking a bit surprised, but she still seriously tried to search for scents in the room.
“It seems like there is… but also not?”
“You little brat, is there or isn’t there?”
“This room over here has a strange smell…”
The two barged through the door. A pungent smell came from the dark room. They didn’t see any Corpse Hound, only found a highly decomposed, malformed corpse.
“…Cough! The smell here is really choking. This is a Corpse Hound corpse that failed the transformation process, unable to metamorphose.”
“The decay suggests at least one or two months. It’s incredible that woman could live in such conditions.”
Right, let’s check Kuranaga Kuraruka’s room to see if there are any other clues.
He and Takami Fuyumi opened another bedroom.
This time, he gasped even more sharply.
Kuranaga’s room was very neat. However, there weren’t many of her belongings, only simple furniture. There was even a small wall entirely covered with photographs of Nishizuka Tsukasa — the person in the photos seemed completely unaware that someone was watching him like this.
“Nishizuka, this time I really guessed right.”
Looking at these photos, Karasawa’s face also turned somewhat pale. He had only suspected that Kuranaga had an obsessive mindset towards Nishizuka, but heavens… to this extent it was simply extreme pathology.