Chapter 2.2: Automatic Door II

Chapter 2.2: Automatic Door II

Oh, you want to hear that story?

Just in case. We were halfway through the conversation. I am curious.

Well, you know, I probably shouldnt disclose it.

Hey, Aoyama. Please dont be pretentious. From today on, I am a member of the late-night shift as well.New novel chapters are published on

Youll be frightened if you hear it.

Its fine. Im not particularly frightened.

Hmm, but I wont say it after all. Some things are better left undisclosed.

Hey.

In the end, you wont tell me.

Oh my, dont make that face.

Saying that, he poked me on the cheek. In a flash, goosebumps rose from the nape of my neck down to the bottom of it.

Yeah, something even dreadier than a specter was right in front of me

If you want to find out so badly, why dont you ask Takenaka directly next time?

Takenaka? The same late night

Yeah. Hes a rather handsome guy, despite being unsociable. While I dont dislike the bad boy type like Hakamada, Takenaka is the kind of innocent handsome guy that makes a maidens heart flutter.

Maidens heart

Hahaha. That would mean that your work on your heart has already been done, Aoyama.

Hes a year older than you, and he doesnt really communicate much, but hes a nice guy.

At Aoyamas words, I gathered up all the garbage inside and outside and headed to the back of the convenience store. Just like Aoyama said, the garbage disposal area was right behind the convenience store.

Silence reigned in the area, and the air was humid and hot.

Darkness amidst the copse was so dense that I felt as if I would be sucked in if I stared into it.

Did people really die here

Could there be people who hang themselves or die from smoking charcoal briquettes in their cars, as often reported on TV?

I didnt see specters, nor believe in them, so I didnt think anything of it at all just by staring at the copse, but imagining that there might be people hanging themselves over there, a chill crept abruptly down my spine.

I should head back quickly.

Eek!

Ugh, this was the worst.

Dozens of cockroaches that had amassed in other garbage bags dispersed en masse within the blink of an eye as I approached the garbage dumpster.

They were huge black ones with gleaming backs. Not that it was unusual at this time of the year, but they were just too big and disgusting.

They must be attracted to leftover chicken and bento boxes. So this place was a paradise for cockroaches, huh? I wondered if a nest or something had formed there. There was no doubt about it. A genetic level rejection.

With that thought in my mind, I shivered and turned back the way I had come and went back to the store, which was still glowing in the darkness.

I am back.

Through the automatic door, I returned to the counter. As expected, no customers seemed to have arrived when I looked around the store.

And then.

Aoyama?

Aoyama was nowhere to be found too.