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Gravekeeper
Ayaka's fingers slid across the screen, and suddenly she paused, saying, "Oh, Song Fei, it turns out that the Musen Subway Supernatural Incident has become quite popular. Look, if you search for Musen or Tokyo Subway Supernatural online, you'll find a ton of information. Because of this incident, the number of people taking the subway has decreased by ten percent, which has caused taxi fares in Tokyo to rise recently... Ah, Song Fei, we won't end up being part of a supernatural event too, will we..."
Hearing Ayaka say this made me laugh. "Don't worry; I've seen plenty of supernatural incidents back in China. I was actually curious about what kind of spirits you have in Japan. The Onmyoji I met last time was pretty impressive. I hope tonight's ghost doesn't disappoint me."
"Pervert!" Ayaka scolded me.
After chatting for a while, I casually picked up my phone to check on the supernatural subway incident. The subway departs from Tokyo Station and heads towards Bairan Mountain.
This subway line from Tokyo Station to Bairan Mountain had just been completed. Originally, there weren't many trains planned for operation since the route was relatively remote. It was only established because many other lines could directly connect to it. This special subway line borrowed from the existing Tokyo Subway network and extended to the newly developed area of Bairan Mountain, providing support for that region as more people were expected to buy homes and live there.
The subway line passes by Suigetsuyama, but it's clear from the map that the route goes around Suigetsuyama. Suigetsuyama is a natural park where elderly people often go for walks, and occasionally young people camp in the mountains.
I checked the information about this subway line and didn't find anything unusual. After thinking for a moment, I decided not to pursue it further; according to the pattern of deaths over the past three months, there should be results tonight.
Later that evening, around ten o'clock, Ayaka and I took a taxi to the police station. Osaka had changed into plain clothes; he wore a black trench coat and surprisingly looked quite handsome. I heard that both Japanese and Koreans liked this kind of mature uncle style; did these people all have father complex?
Osaka led us to a black Honda as we headed towards the entrance of the Tokyo Subway. In Japan, it's quite rare to see cars from other countries; most vehicles are produced by Japanese manufacturers.
Once inside the subway, Osaka maintained a serious expression as he walked towards the train bound for Bairan Mountain. Just as we were nearing it, Osaka suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Ayaka and me.
"What's wrong? Why did you stop suddenly? Are you scared?" I asked.
Osaka muttered something under his breath, and Ayaka translated for me. "Mr. Osaka says he has decided not to let you and me investigate this case anymore. This case is under the jurisdiction of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department; there's no need for you to worry about it."
I was taken aback. "What does that mean? I'm not trying to worry about this case; I have a request for Mr. Osaka. Tell him I must go; also, our previous agreement must be honored. If I handle this case, he must give me Yang Nianguo—that's our agreement! Aren't Japanese people supposed to value their promises? Why is he playing games with me now?"
After listening to me, Ayaka thought for a moment before communicating with Osaka again.
After exchanging a few words, Ayaka looked at me and said, "Mr. Osaka means he believes your words are sincere. He will do his best to help your friend retrieve that Ghost Fetus, but tonight's case may be dangerous; Mr. Daban needs to go alone because he fears something might happen."
As soon as I heard that, I felt a bit embarrassed. I had previously doubted whether Osaka was trying to play me, but now it seemed that this Japanese person was genuinely concerned for my and Ayaka's safety. Although he was Japanese, I couldn't help but feel grateful to him at that moment.
I turned to Ayaka and said, "Tell Mr. Osaka that we Chinese people always keep our word. Even if it costs me my life, I'll go. Also, let him know not to worry; I've encountered plenty of ghosts before, so there's no pressure at all."
Ayaka nodded in response.
Osaka gave me a thumbs-up and continued walking toward the entrance of Subway Station 91. When we arrived, there was a sign indicating that our destination was Bairan Mountain.
Standing there, I pondered the reasons behind this supernatural event.
I stood next to Ayaka, checking the time. Osaka, wearing a hat with his hands in the pockets of his trench coat, looked quite cool—like Xu Wenqiang from Shanghai Beach.
According to the usual schedule, this train should arrive after eleven o'clock, around eleven-forty. I glanced at the time; it should be arriving soon.
At that moment, a middle-aged couple approached, dragging a large suitcase. They were holding hands and appeared quite sweet together. Both wore sunglasses even though it was late at night, which was indeed a bit unsettling.
I turned to glance at the couple but couldn't make out their features. However, both were quite tall—normal height in China but considered tall in Japan.
Osaka frowned slightly as he looked into the distance before turning and walking toward the couple. He spoke to them, but the woman responded unfriendly.
I asked Ayaka, "What are they talking about?"
Ayaka replied, "Osaka is telling them to go back; this train isn't safe. The woman questioned what Mr. Osaka had to do with her. If it's unsafe, why would Mr. Osaka come? He has special circumstances, and so does she. Mr. Daban is getting angry and looks like he wants to throw a punch."
I found it strange and was about to step forward to help Mr. Osaka persuade the couple when suddenly a train appeared in the distance. It was moving incredibly fast, almost as if it were jumping through space—one moment it was five hundred meters away, and the next it was four hundred meters closer, then three hundred meters away.
Before long, the subway came to a stop right in front of us, but only one door of a single car opened.
I was surprised; there really was something off about this train. Just as I was thinking about it, I heard rapid footsteps approaching. The couple pushed past Osaka and boarded the train without hesitation.
I took a deep breath and decided not to pay any more attention to the couple. "Let's go, get in the car..." I said, walking towards the vehicle with Ayaka.
We boarded the subway, and Osaka followed closely behind us.
"Hiss..."
The subway doors closed, and a chill swept through the air as the train shot off into the distance.
Although this wasn't my first encounter with supernatural events, this one felt quite unique. Sitting on a ghost train was an experience like no other. I tightly gripped my Peach Wood Sword and held onto my bag, feeling a bit more at ease.
As I was lost in thought, Ayaka nudged me.
"Mm?" I turned to look at her. "What is it?"
Ayaka pointed across from us. "Those two people are strange. They shouldn't be passengers; they definitely know something is off about this train."
I glanced over at the couple. Ever since they boarded, they had been whispering to each other. The man kept nodding his head, but his legs were shaking, clearly terrified. The woman, on the other hand, was excitedly tossing her hair around.
At that moment, Osaka approached us and stood across from me, exchanging a few words.
Ayaka said, "Mr. Osaka, this train doesn't appear on the schedule; there's something wrong. Do you know where it's headed? Mr. Osaka is asking what we should do."
I replied, "There's definitely something wrong with this train. Let's wait for them to come out; we won't be able to find them anyway, so there's no rush."
Mr. Osaka nodded and then walked over to the couple. The woman wearing sunglasses stood up, and they exchanged a few words—there seemed to be some arguing between them. Soon after, both Osaka and the woman started reaching into their clothes.
I was startled. "What are they doing? Are they going to fight?"
Ayaka shook her head and laughed. "That woman is actually a reporter from Tokyo Broadcasting System. She's really dedicated; she's willing to risk her life for a story. Impressive."
I understood what was going on; no wonder this man and woman seemed so strange.
Over there, Osaka exchanged information with the woman, and both of them composed themselves a bit. Then, Osaka and the woman began discussing something. The woman's attitude was very firm; she was definitely demanding something. In the end, she gestured towards Osaka, and it seemed they reached a consensus.
At that moment, the woman pulled out a box and took out a camera from inside. Of course, the camera itself wasn't large, but there was some kind of attachment on the front that made the lens quite big.
Ayaka said, "This woman is Yoshikura Mibu, a reporter from Tokyo Broadcasting System. She wants to film this process and also interview Osaka and us. Naturally, Osaka disagreed at first. They argued for a while, but no matter what, Osaka insisted that there would be no live filming. The woman agreed to not upload anything in real-time but wanted Osaka to consent to filming and interviewing. Osaka could agree, but any released material had to go through his approval first. It seemed both of them felt that this mission could be dangerous, so their argument wasn't very thorough."
I nodded; I didn't find Yoshikura Mibu too disagreeable.
Reporters like Yoshikura Mibu are those who risk their lives for news. Although such reporters can be impulsive, at least she is a true journalist—not like some others who have no limits in their quest for attention.
Yoshikura Mibu carried the camera and walked around the train before returning to stand in front of Ayaka and me, greeting us in Japanese.
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