Editing Ghost Hunt:Volume3 Chapter1 (section)

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But then Miura-san's group returned. Sighing, we were tired out when the last group, including Takahashi Yuuko, came in.

One of the seats in her class is cursed. The last person who sat there was dragged by a train.

I was surprised that someone as cute as Takahashi-san was a fan of Bou-san's band. It didn't go with his slouchy style.

Takahashi-san faced me. Then Bou-san shook hands with her, a crooked smile plastered on his face.

"You really came—" she said in adoration.

"Seems like it."

Then Bou-san introduced us.

"That handsome guy over here is the president of "Shibuya Psychic Research", Shibuya. And the little girl over there is his assistant, Taniyama."

"Nice to meet you." Takahashi-san smiled mischieviously.

"Same here."

"I want to hear the entire story."

Bou-san turned around to look at Naru, who continued to speak.

"Is the person involved in that accident here today?"

I looked at the group of eight in front of us.

"She's here."

Takahashi-san indicated a girl in the back.

"I'm the second person to get in an accident, but..."

"I wanted to say the story back then, but," the girl hesitated for a moment.

"It happened when I tried to get off the train. Well, I was getting out of the train, right? As I was leaving the train, someone tugged my arm. It was really forceful. My arm got stuck in the door, and the train started moving, so I ran to keep up with it. There was nothing else I could do, right? Anyway, I fell and was dragged along the platform. This went on for five meters before the train stopped."

Her shoulder was dislocated, and her leg broke. She removed her cast last week.

"Did anyone see you get dragged by the train?"

"About that."

Everyone turned to look at the girl.

"There weren't many passengers on the train that day. No one was near the door when my arm got stuck."

Naru scribbled down some notes.

"What time was it?"

She reported the time the incident happened, as well as the situation of the other victims. After answering the questions, Naru went on:

"Do you know why these accidents happen to people who sit in that desk?"

The girls exchanged doubtful looks.

"We don't know...right?"

They whispered to each other.

"...I see. Thank you."

He shut his binder with a slam. Then Naru turned around to face Bou-san.

"I want to see the desk."

"Ah, well, I'll show it to you."

Takahashi-san's hand shot up into the air.

The girls brought us to Takahashi-san's classroom. It was classroom 2-5.

The classroom was on the second floor in the south wing of the school. The cursed desk was near the window.

"Over there."

After she said that, Naru walked over to the desk. As he touched the desk, his dark eyes narrowed.

"Is anyone sitting here now?"

Takahashi-san shook her head.

"Nope. The last person who sat there is in the hospital now."

"Was the desk ever moved?"

"No, it has always been over there."

Naru was contemplating.

After a while, he looked satisfied and left the desk.

"I heard that your teacher was behaving strangely."

Takahashi-san nodded again.

"That's right. He said he saw a ghost in class, so now he's not coming to school. He wasn't the type to believe in them either. But now he's in the hospital. They say that he still sees ghosts in his hospital room, and that he's suffering from Neurosis."

...Hmph.

"Okay... Thank you."

Naru placed his hand on his chin. This was an expression he often showed when he was thinking.




Two teachers were waiting in the meeting room when we returned. One teacher said he saw ghosts in the car mirror when he drove.. The other said that he felt like someone was following him even though no one was.

In addition, the two said they often heard eerie sounds.

...There're so many things going on here. What do we do?