The boy on the left subconsciously complained, "What a bizarre name. Is she sending Morse code?"

"Shut up!"

The group leader clenched her fists fiercely, cleared her throat, and continued, "Once upon a time, there was an extremely unlucky office worker.

"Because of the intense competition at his company, he had to work overtime every day without overtime pay, and he was constantly being envied and suppressed by his superiors, who would mock him.

"The company's business partners would often make capricious and unreasonable demands, increasing his workload for no reason.

"This made him exhausted and unable to bear it, so he thought about ending his life."

The boy complained, "That's a terrifyingly realistic ghost story!"

The girl ignored him and continued, "He went to the platform, intending to jump in front of an oncoming train to end his life, but unfortunately, he was a little off.

"His lower body was hit by the train, and his upper body fell onto the tracks, suffering extreme pain and torment, watching himself slowly die.

"Perhaps due to his excessively strong obsession, people often see a man with only half a body crawling on the tracks at an extremely fast speed in the train station, making a teke-teke sound as he crawls—this is the sound of his clothes buttons hitting the tracks.

"If you hear the teke-teke sound in the station, remember not to look back, just run as fast as you can.

"Otherwise, he will catch up to you, cut you in half, and use your lower body to repair himself..."

At this moment, a flash of lightning streaked past the window, and a dull thunderclap exploded in the sky.

The girl, who had just finished telling the ghost story, was suddenly startled and screamed "Ya" shrilly, leaning back and almost falling to the ground.

After a moment, she reacted, coughed twice as if trying to appear calm, and said nonchalantly, "What, it's just thunder..."

"I never thought the group leader, known as the 'Tiger in Your Palm,' would be scared by thunder."

The boy said faintly. Seeing the group leader about to hit him, he quickly raised his hands in surrender, "Okay, okay, it's my turn to tell a ghost story."

"Humph!"

The group leader slowly put her hand down and sat down leisurely.

The boy brewed the atmosphere and began, "The protagonist of the story is a friend of my friend. Let's call him A. One day, A went out with his girlfriend, and they accidentally came to a very remote place. For some reason, they started arguing and broke up unhappily.

"After walking a distance, A felt a little regretful, so he returned the way he came and saw the girl squatting there crying.

"A felt very sorry for her, quickly apologized, and coaxed his girlfriend, and they walked hand in hand towards the girl's house.

"When they passed an intersection, A saw someone on the side of the road waving at them.

"A was so scared that his face turned pale. He grabbed his girlfriend's hand and ran wildly forward, only slowing down when they were almost at his girlfriend's doorstep.

"At this time, his girlfriend asked him what was wrong, and A replied that the gesture of a *chī* is the opposite of that of humans. The person standing on the side of the road was waving at them with the back of their hand.

"As he spoke, A paused.

"He saw his girlfriend slowly raise their joined hands, a strange smile on her face.

"His 'girlfriend'

"Was holding his hand with the back of her hand bent backwards at the wrist,

"All the way..."

The boy finished the ghost story in a sinister tone, craning his neck and waiting for the audience's reaction.

"Wh-what, not scary at all. It's obviously just a lame jerk."

The group leader stuck out her tongue and made a "booo" sound of disapproval, but her trembling body unconsciously hugged the girl with thick bangs sitting to Liu Wudai's right.

"Hmph."

The boy curled his lips in disdain, leaned back, and supported himself with his hands on the ground. "Who's next?"

"I'll tell one."

The girl with thick bangs, who had been silent on Liu Wudai's right, spoke in a clear and delicate voice, "This happened... a few months ago, right?

"At that time, because I was in a bad mood, I would take a slightly longer route after school every day, riding my bike along the river before going home.

"One day after school, I went to the river as usual,

"And I accidentally saw a mother and daughter arguing on a bench below the riverbank by the road.

"The mother was about forty years old, wearing a red dress,

"The daughter looked about our age, wearing a uniform from another school.

"I was a little worried, so I deliberately slowed down a bit and passed over their heads,

"And found that they were arguing fiercely. The mother was also grabbing her daughter's hair and yelling, smashing her head hard against the stone chair.

"At this time, I happened to see a police officer slowly riding his bike not far ahead, so I hurriedly ran over and told him what happened.

"Unexpectedly, he looked at the direction I was pointing, and his expression suddenly became strange. After hesitating again and again, he still stuck his head out of the road and looked at the riverbank.

"The place where I had just seen the woman was empty, with only a long chair left.

"The police officer breathed a sigh of relief and said that a murder had just happened there last night.

"A girl had argued with her mother,

"And had rammed her head into the stone chair by the river and killed herself.

"Her mother held the body on the shore and cried all night, and was only discovered the next morning.

"I felt a little strange.

"Suddenly, the police officer's feet were grabbed by a pair of hands, and he was dragged down the riverbank slope.

"After a while, a scream came.

"Then, I saw the middle-aged woman in the red dress slowly climb up the slope.

"Her eyes were black, and she said to me with a ferocious expression: 'You saw it too, it wasn't me who did it.

"It was Hanako who hit her head on the chair herself, like this, *dong, dong, dong!*"

As the girl said the last three words, a "dong, dong, dong!" knocking sound rang in the room,

Clear, heavy.

A gust of cold wind swept through, and the candlelight went out instantly.

The group leader was already screaming, and the boy who was pretending to be calm was also trembling with his hands.

It wasn't until the girl with thick bangs calmly pulled out her hand hidden behind her, took out a match, and lit the candle, indicating that the knocking and the blowing out of the candle were all done by herself.

"Phew... what's the big deal?"

The group leader covered up her brief gaffe with an awkward laugh, swallowed, and after calming down, looked at Liu Wudai, who had been silent all along, "Um, Hirahara-kun, it's your turn."

Finally, it's my turn.

Liu Wudai sighed softly in her heart. Just now, Li Ang and the others had exchanged information in her mind.

After listening for a while, she also roughly understood that what she and others were experiencing should be the personal memories of Fuku God Hirahara, rather than Fuku God Hirahara herself in the past timeline—

There were no scars left by Wanli Fengdao on the back of her left wrist.

And in her palm, she was holding a piece of paper with writing on it, which seemed to be a ghost story manuscript prepared in advance by Fuku God Hirahara for tonight's test of courage.