I wonder what kind of reward I can get from Drowned Ghost Kuriyama Shoko.

A bit looking forward to it.

…

"Then the boy just left like this?"

After Kamiyagawa left calmly, Nagasawa Keisuke was left alone at the dining table of the izakaya.

He really couldn't figure out what that inexplicable male high school student wanted to do. He didn't ask for 3 million yen in hush money, but just left a blank piece of paper and left.

As for the piece of paper, it was said that it was given to him on behalf of Kuriyama Shoko.

What a joke, Xiangzi has been dead for 8 years.

The white paper lay quietly on the table, the surface of the paper was moist, as if it would never dry out.

Nagasawa Keisuke did not reach for the paper.

That kid who appeared for no apparent reason made him feel bad. He just wanted to buy the food and go home to rest.

Before Nagasawa could stand up from the chair, the wet white paper suddenly changed. Dirty black water stains flowed down the paper and dripped crookedly on the table.

The more sewage flows, the distorted water stains gradually outline into regular characters.

Nagasawa Keisuke adjusted his glasses and rubbed his eyes. When he looked at the table again, the water-stained characters were already fully formed——

"Keisuke, why are you just watching?"

The handwriting looked familiar, he recognized it, and he couldn't forget it.

This is Kuriyama Shoko's handwriting!

Wow——

The white paper on the table is still leaking sewage. No, water stains are almost starting to flow out of the paper!

More handwriting was outlined by black water——

"Keisuke, why did you leave me? Why don't you stay with me?"

"No! No...this is impossible!"

Nagasawa Keisuke stood unsteadily and bumped the chair beside him. An indescribable feeling of fear exploded from his back and quickly spread throughout his body!

He screamed hysterically, unable to understand what was happening in front of him.

He wants to escape.

At the same time, wet black hair stretched out from the white paper. The long hair was like a flexible snake, winding towards Nagasawa Keisuke and quickly clinging to his hands and feet.

The slender hair is as strong as a thousand pounds.

The air is filled with the smell of water, mud, and rot.

"No! No! Shoko, I..." Nagasawa Keisuke shouted hoarsely, but to no avail.

Wow.

Dirty water flowed out like a spring, flowing to Nagasawa Keisuke's feet, forming twisted and crazy characters——
Chapter completed!