Maybe I was overthinking it, but I always felt that the old guard's expression was a little weird when the fat man said that the female ghost had been destroyed. otbnkotgt I stood in the woods and waited for a few minutes before walking out.
The fat man and I only entered the outhouse of the old guard's house.
The duty room was divided into two rooms: an inner room and an outer room.
I always feel that the back room of the doorman may have secrets.
He stood at the door and smoked a cigarette.
His expression looked a little haggard, and his eyes seemed very empty looking in the direction of the school.
Such an old man who looks old and has no children would not have anything to do with supernatural events.
Maybe I'm overthinking it.
Weird situations have often occurred in the past few months.
In addition, I have experienced several death disasters, and my nerves are too tense, which will definitely affect my judgment.
Maybe the world is not that complicated, maybe I think too much.
After waiting for a few minutes, the old man came back to the room with a cigarette in his mouth, and I slowly walked out of the woods.
I thought: Forget it, I have no reason to doubt an old man who has worked in the school for so long.
When I walked to the guard room, I originally wanted to say hello to the old man and then leave.
But when the probe stuck at you, the old man was not in the outer room.
He must have gone into the inner room.
I knocked gently on the door, but I didn't see the old man coming out.
After thinking about it, I felt a little guilty, so I opened the door and walked in.
When I walked outside the door of the inner room, I was about to speak.
I didn't expect that when I looked up, I saw some strange pieces of paper taped to the door.
These inconspicuous pieces of paper were stuck on the door frame.
You can't find it unless you get close.
What piece of paper?
I felt strange.
When I took a closer look, my expression changed instantly and my heart sank.
The pieces of paper stuck to the door frame turned out to be some cherry blossom-shaped talisman papers.
These pieces of paper are so familiar.
I have seen several similar curse marks in the past few days.
On the skulls of Japanese soldiers and on the bodies of children, the curse marks were transformed by black shadows.
Wherever these cherry blossom-shaped talismans appear, supernatural events will occur.
The suspicion I had just given up arose again at this moment.
The old man is definitely related to this series of events.
I put my right hand behind my back, held the handle of the Tushan knife, and knocked on the door of the old man's back room with my left hand.
"Dong dong dong" Several noises were heard, and the old man's cry came from inside: "He's coming, he's coming, who is it?"
He opened the door and saw me.
He was stunned for a moment and then said with a smile: "Why don't you go back when you found something?"
I took a step back, raised my left hand, held a cherry blossom-shaped piece of paper between my fingers, and said, "Old man, where did you get this piece of paper?"
He looked at the piece of paper on my finger, but there was nothing strange about it.
He smiled and said: "This is a little hobby of mine.
I usually like to cut paper and sometimes give it to children as toys.
You saw it, Not a good cut, haha.”
His frank expression made me feel for a moment that I had misunderstood him.
I shook my head and said, "I just saw it for fun.
You cut it very well.
Give me one and I'll take it back to play with."
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It probably wasn't him, he turned around and walked out with a smile.
Just after taking two steps, the hairs on my whole back suddenly stood up.
This happened in just a moment.
As if I felt a huge danger, I turned back suddenly and pulled out the Tushan knife.
The old man was holding the scissors in his hand.
He stabbed me in the face and was caught by my Tushan knife.
At such a close distance, the old man I saw had a surprising change from before.
There was no kind smile or kind tone.
His muddy eyes were full of murderous intent.
It felt like he wanted to eat me alive.
"Uncle, what are you doing?"
I asked in surprise.
"Shouldn't you have noticed this a long time ago?
You pretended not to know anything.
You didn't throw anything away at all.
You were testing me all the time."
The strength in his hand was much greater than I imagined.
The hand that was holding me down kept pushing me down.
I am a grown man but not as good as an old man like him.
"Uncle, what on earth are you talking about?"
I kept backing up and was actually forced into a corner.
In desperation, I raised my knee and kicked the old man hard in the abdomen.
The old man was unprepared and was hit by my kick.
His expression showed a ferocious look, but he had to step back.
This created a distance between them.
"Who are you?"
I looked at him warily, and at the same time glanced at the door, which was still about two meters away from me.
"What does it have to do with you and this series of events?
Everything you said came true."
How do you know about the ghosts of Japanese soldiers, the monsters in the library, and the murdered Japanese girl?”
The old man smiled coldly and gently took off the green military coat that was wrapped around him.
What was exposed under the military coat was a Tang-style ancient long coat.
The style was biased toward Japan.
It was passed through the Tang Dynasty.
The Japanese envoys sent to the Tang Dynasty spread it back to Japan, and later turned into Japanese clothing.
Black base, wide sleeves and skirt-like hem, and a long belt.
In the information I checked, many Japanese onmyojis wore similar costumes.
If I guessed correctly, this should be the uniform of onmyojis.
"You are an Onmyoji" I said in surprise.
"Now that we have reached this stage, I will not hide it from you.
I am indeed a Japanese Onmyoji, and I came to China a long time ago, participated in World War II, and later taught in this school.
The one who was killed The girl is my young daughter."
As soon as these words came out, I was immediately surprised.
"No, if you had a daughter at that time and participated in the Anti-Japanese War, you should be at least seventy years old.
You look only in your fifties now."
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I asked, still a little disbelieving.
"This is the power of the spell.
It can make me look younger and more energetic.
Of course, what helps me the most is my desire for revenge.
When I brought my daughter here to teach, no one knew that I had yin and yang.
I am not prepared to mention my identity as a division commander to outsiders.
I am a pacifist.
Even though I was forced by the Japanese military to do some wrong things, I already knew that I was wrong.
I used all the methods within my power to make up for my past mistakes. , but why do you They are unwilling to give me a chance.
My daughter and I live in a room where we can't see the sun, and we can't get much money.
We can't even buy decent clothes for my daughter.
I have been looked down upon and suffered a lot, but.
I can hold on but why do you want to take away my daughter?
She was only sixteen years old.
When I came home and saw her, she was naked and hanging on the wall.
All my hopes were dead.
Do I have to be punished if I have done something wrong?”
He shouted to me loudly, his voice was hoarse, but I was speechless facing him.
Different eras will always leave different mistakes, and these mistakes often fall on people, and suffering will eventually lead to terrible hatred.
"I disappeared for three years, then changed my identity, learned Chinese, and even tried to change my appearance.
I returned to school and worked as a janitor.
During those days, I used the yin and yang spell to kill the people who bullied my daughter.
The person I am now is completely different from the person I used to be in the photo.
I gave up all my past, my name, my family, and my identity just for revenge.”
He touched his face as if he were touching a mask.
"Since you have already taken revenge, why do you still attack these children?"
I asked sharply.
"It's not just these children."
When he said this, I seemed to see a devilish smile on his face, "I have touched every child."
"What's the meaning" My whole heart shook and I looked at him in surprise.
"Just like what I said, since I started working as a janitor here, one or two children in each class will be cursed by me and become dementia.
However, no parents or teachers have ever noticed.
They became like this because of a spell.
This is an uneducated country, especially these farmers.
Some of them are not even literate.
They cannot imagine that the changes in their children are man-made.
Therefore, even if I take action.
Many times, but never discovered until this time.”
He coldly said something terrible
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