Editing Ghost Hunt:Volume1 Chapter2 (section)

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Shibuya lead the way, walking swiftly along the groves of trees in the front of the old school building before heading around the back. A silver van was parked behind the school building in an inconspicuous area. Shibuya opened the trunk. I couldn't see the backseats at all because a bunch of strange equipment blocked my view. 

"Move the equipment out." 

Shibuya ordered. 

"Move... All of this?" 

You must be kidding. 

Shibuya coldly replied: 

"Move all the necessary equipment out." 

God... 

A shelf was fixed on the inside of the van. On top of the shelf sat a stereo system, several small televisions, and a typewriter machine, all squished tightly together. 

I didn't know anything about these machines, so I started to get a headache. 

"So many machines... Do you know how to run all of them?" I asked. 

"Your brain and mine are different." 

...Really now, can't you even be a little modest? This jerk... He really is too confident in himself. 

"Retrieve the microphone before you start moving the equipment. Come here." 

Okay, okay. Well, I am your substitute assistant. It's not like I'll be cursed to death by the old school building; I'll just be worked to death by you. 

...Man, when I think of it that way, waking up in the morning sure seems scary now. 

Shibuya went around to the back of the old school building. There was a small path about two meters wide near the wall behind the old school building. A row of microphones lined the path, the heads pointing in toward the old windows. 

"Were you talking about these microphones?" I asked pointing to them. 

"That's right. Take the microphones down. I'm putting them back." 

"I got it... These microphones, what are they used for?" 

...Ah, Shibuya's disdainful look. 

"Wouldn't you think that microphones are generally used to gather sound?" 

"I know that." 

...Hmph, what a jerk. 

"It's dangerous to enter a haunted building without doing research beforehand. That's why in the beginning, one should thoroughly research prior to arriving." 

"Oh~." 

"For instance, gathering sound from outside the windows and setting up a camera." 

...So that's how it is. Amazing. 

"Is a haunted building really dangerous?" 

"Some are." 

"You're not scared?" 

"There's nothing to be scared of." 

..Eh? You really don't find it scary? 

"How come you want to do this kind of work when you're only sixteen years old?" 

Shibuya's reply was very brief. 

"Because people need it done." 

...If you weren't overconfident, you wouldn't answer like that. I ignored his tone. 

"Then, there must be some cases that you couldn't solve, right?" 

"None." 

Shibuya tersely replied: 

"Because I am capable." 

...This guy is really full of himself. I figured anyone would start disliking him if they heard him say that. 

"Wow, incredible— You're handsome and capable," I spouted out angrily. 

Shibuya turned around and looked at me with piercing eyes. 

"I'm... Handsome?" 

"Is that bad? You got Keiko and the others to make such a big fuss over you." 

"Right." 

Shibuya replied calmly, 

"They have good taste." 

You jerk! 

What is this? So people who think you're hot have good taste, and people who think you're not have bad taste? 

You little... Narcissist! 

Ah, I'll just call you Naru-chan from now on.