Tokyo Fall Guys beats up the supernatural

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Nagaibuki forced an awkward smile: "Those moving skeletons and stuff in that school ghost story, they can't be real, right?"

Fake Kiryu swallowed hard, feigning composure, and said, "Of course it's fake. There's no such thing as a ghost in this world."

He walked directly to the skull model, grabbed the steel frame behind it with one hand, lifted the entire skull, weighed it in his hand, and said, "It's a bit heavier than I thought. Let's go."

"Kiryu-kun is really brave." Nagaifuki scratched his head, and the two left the old textbook room one after the other.

After leaving the old textbook room, on his way to the classroom, the fake Kiryu took a close look at the skull model in front of him.

As far as the model is concerned, isn't this skull a bit too realistic? You can even see the tiny holes and bumps on the bones.

And for some reason... he always felt that the skull model seemed to be swaying on its own, not entirely due to him pulling it.

The fake Kiryu carrying the skull model attracted a lot of attention, but he noticed that Nagaibuki seemed to attract more attention than him. Nagaibuki's gentle smile was like a well-known sight on campus, and people greeted him with smiles all along the way.

"Hey! Changjun, are you guys making a haunted house this time?"

"Changjun, be sure to come support our beverage stand tomorrow!"

"Changjun, Changjun, I heard you're going to wear women's clothes tomorrow, is that true?"

Nagaibuki walked along, dealing with her classmates as she went.

When he struck up a conversation, the fake Kiryu standing behind him became nothing more than a foil.

Seeing this, the fake Kiryu felt a little... strange.

He's so popular... I'm a little envious.

Although I don't want to be expected to wear women's clothing at all, the feeling of being welcomed is really something to look forward to.

When the two returned to their classroom, it had been decorated beyond recognition; from the doorway, all that could be seen was a narrow path covered by a black gauze curtain.

"Oh, you guys did a great job!" Chang Yichui's eyes lit up. "It really feels like a haunted house!"

Hayakawa Mizue, who was guarding the door, saw the two return and said with a smile, "Of course, don't you know who arranged it?"

She pointed at the fake Kiryu: "Kiryu-kun, I'll have to trouble you with the rest! Please take the skull model inside, so you can get a feel for the haunted house atmosphere beforehand."

“As for Changjun, come with me to the school gate to hand out flyers!” She picked up a stack of flyers from the chair next to her. “Changjun is a well-known social butterfly in the second year, so she’s perfect for this kind of thing.”

"What the hell is a social butterfly?!" Nagaibuki clenched her fists.

"Enough with the nonsense, let's go." Hayakawa Mizue patted Nagaibuki on the shoulder, tossed him the flyer, and led him outside.

As Nagaibuki was being dragged along, she turned back and said, "Kiryu-kun, I'll leave that to you."

The fake Kiryu nodded, indicating that he understood.

But then, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw that the skull he was holding seemed to nod as well!

He turned to look at the skull model, but found nothing unusual.

I read it wrong?

For some reason, the fake Kiryu felt a chill run down his spine.

He carried the skull model into the classroom. The classroom was lit up, so it wasn't too scary. However, the other students seemed to have left after finishing their decorations, and now only the fake Kiryu was there.

With the view completely blocked by layers of gauze curtains, there wasn't a sound in the classroom.

The fake Kiryu swallowed hard, then followed his memory and walked towards the window.

He lifted the layers of gauze curtains and came to the glass window covered with red handprints. He placed the skull model on the path that visitors would inevitably take and breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as the fake Kiryu was about to turn and leave, he suddenly felt a hand grab his shoulder.

The fake Kiryu turned his head away.

The skull model that had been hanging on the steel frame just moments before now pressed its skeletal hand onto the fake Kiryu's shoulder, and two eerie blue will-o'-the-wisps had somehow appeared in the skull's empty eye sockets.

The skeleton's jaws swayed, emitting eerie human voices.

"Don't go..."

"Ahhhhhh!!!" Fake Kiryu screamed, feeling a throbbing in his head, as if all the blood in his body was rushing to his head.

He suddenly broke free from the bone hand and leaped and bounded towards the door to escape.

Jiangdao Yizai was stunned for a moment, then realized what was going on and shouted, "I told you not to leave!"

He opened his arms, and his white coat moved without any wind.

The fake Kiryu glanced back and was so frightened he lost his composure.

In the sunlight, the glass window was covered with hideous red handprints, and beneath the red handprints stood a skeleton with eyes burning with ghostly fire.

The skeleton stretched out its arms wide, looking as if it wanted to devour people.

Chapter 220 The Fake Kiryu's Mentality Collapses

The fake Kiryu, having never seen an evil spirit before, immediately let out a hiccup!

She was so frightened that she fainted and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Ejima Iya's outstretched arms froze, and he stood there stunned.

"……Eh?"

After thinking for a moment, he quickly went to the fake Kiryu, grabbed him by the collar, and leaned him against the wall.

“This guy isn’t Kiryu-kun…” Ejima Iya scratched his chin thoughtfully, “but he looks exactly the same, and I’ve never heard of him having a twin brother.”

"Could it be that he deliberately found a stand-in?" He clapped his hands. "That must be it. He's so busy usually, so it makes perfect sense for him to find a stand-in to go to school."

"I should call him first to confirm... Oh no, my phone is still in the old textbook room." After searching his pockets and not finding his phone, Ejima Iya turned his gaze to the fake Kiryu.

He searched the fake Kiryu and successfully found his cell phone.

"Wow, even the tempered glass screen protector is broken. Looks like this kid isn't living a very stable life." He opened his phone. Fortunately, the fake Kiryu hadn't locked it.

He skillfully dialed Dou Tang's number.

After trying to call for a while, the line was still busy.

"Busy?" Jiangdao Yizai naturally didn't know that Doutang was contacting others to go to Nikko City at this time. He thought Doutang was too busy to answer the phone, so he hung up.

"If I can be Kiryu's stand-in, then it should be okay to tell him about the existence of the evil spirit, right?" Ejima Iya pondered. "Anyway, he already saw me just now."

Having made up his mind, Ejima Iya reached out and slapped the fake Kiryu's face hard.

The fake Kiryu suddenly woke up with a start: "Huh?! Ah?!"

He blinked first, looked around blankly, and then saw Ejima Izai squatting in front of him.

“Ah… ow!”

Before she could even utter a sound, Ejima Izai covered her mouth.

Jiangdao Yizai covered his mouth with one hand and pointed at his face with the other, saying fiercely, "Say it again! Say it again and I'll skin you alive!"

The fake Kiryu immediately fell silent.

Ejima Izai then

Slowly releasing her grip, she asked, "Where's Kiryu-kun? Where did he go?"

...?

Kiryu... classmate?

Does this skeletal monster in front of me recognize Kiryu Toudou?

Wait, what exactly is Kiryu Toudou's identity?

The fake Kiryu was a bit confused. If Kiryu Toudou was feared by his classmates because of his delinquent status, that would be understandable. But Kiryu Toudou actually knew this monster?

what's the situation?

"What, what are you saying?" the fake Kiryu asked, confused.

"I know you're not Kiryu Toudou." Ejima Iya squatted on the ground like a thug, tapping the fake Kiryu's shoulder with his finger: "Where's the real Kiryu Toudou doing? Why isn't he answering his phone?"

"Where did he go to perform an exorcism again? Or what is he doing?"

Exorcism...?

And again?

Although Kiryu Toudou's identity is suddenly shrouded in mystery, the fake Kiryu suddenly realizes something.

The monster in front of him mistook him for someone sent by Kiryu Todo!

"I...I don't know." The fake Kiryu gave an awkward laugh. "I don't know what he went to do either."

"You went out and caused trouble again behind everyone's back..." Ejima Izai stood up unhappily, hands in his pockets: "So you're here to replace him at the school festival?"

"Ah, right, right, right!" The fake Kiryu had suppressed his fear, stood up by the windowsill, and said with a fake smile, "I'm here to take his place at the school festival."

"I see." Ejima Iya sized up the fake Kiryu in front of him, the ghostly fire in his eyes flickering, as if his gaze was unpredictable.

"Then call me 'Ejima-sensei' and let me hear it."

The fake Kiryu was taken aback at first, then quickly said, "Hello, Ejima-sensei!"

"Yes, as expected, this is how a normal person should address their teacher." Ejima Iya nodded. "Unlike Kiryu-kun, who calls me that every day without a shred of respect!"

Fake Kiryu was wondering to himself, just how many secrets does Kiryu Toudou still have?

A skeletal monster... was actually his teacher?

"Young man... oh no, classmate, what's your name?" Jiangdao Yizai asked.

"Name..." Upon hearing this topic, the fake Kiryu seemed a little disappointed. After a pause, he said, "You can call me whatever you want, Ejima-sensei."

"Oh, you're quite dedicated." Ejima Iya snapped his fingers, making a crisp cracking sound like bones breaking. "Then I'll call you Kiryu Number Two."

He sat on the windowsill, looking out at the bustling campus through the gaps between the red handprints, and said, "School festival, ah, I really miss it. Back when the teachers were working here, the advisor's club won first place!"

He turned his head triumphantly to look at the fake Kiryu.

Fake Kiryu scratched his head, completely misunderstanding Ejima Izai's meaning.

"Sigh, as expected, you and Kiryu are quite similar in personality." Ejima Iya shrugged. "Neither of you can read between the lines."

"Shouldn't we compliment the teacher's past achievements at a time like this?"

At that moment, upon hearing these words, the fake Kiryu had only one thought in his mind.

This monster is so frivolous.

The last bit of fear in my heart vanished.

"Speaking of which, it's a haunted house." Ejima Iya tapped the window with his fingertip and looked at the red handprint on the window. "Well, I'll help out then."

He turned around, raised his hand, and twirled it slightly.

Suddenly, the fake Kiryu felt as if something in the surrounding air had changed.

It's air.

The damp, cold air suddenly picked up and turned into a gentle breeze, circulating throughout the classroom.

The black gauze curtains swayed in the breeze, and the classroom, which had been warm from the heating, suddenly cooled down.

Although it wasn't bone-chilling, it made one feel as if a shadow had fallen over their heart, instantly creating a sense of insecurity.

The entire haunted house suddenly came to life, becoming eerily gloomy, like a classroom that could truly be haunted.

"Hmm... It's more fun if the atmosphere is really good." Ejima Iya seemed quite satisfied with his masterpiece, nodding slowly.

Fake Kiryu rubbed his arms and then suddenly realized that it was actually Ejima Iya who had done this.

"By the way, do you need any help?" Ejima Izai asked again.

"A helper?" Fake Kiryu raised an eyebrow.

“That’s right, a real… evil spirit’s helper.” Ejima Izai proudly gave a thumbs up: “Why don’t you just turn your classrooms into school ghost stories? Anyway, I’m not the only evil spirit in this school!”

"Hehehe... I'm going to find Hanako and the others tonight!"

After listening to Ejima Iya's words, the fake Kiryu suddenly felt that he was not so interested in the school festival.

...Are there other evil spirits in this school?

What kind of life does Kiryu Todo usually lead?

Looking at Ejima Iya, who was chuckling mischievously and secretly pleased with himself for scaring the students, the fake Kiryu fell into deep thought.