"Train pervert girl, I've caught you!"
Natsuki gripped the female vengeful spirit's wrist, speaking with righteous conviction.
"What did you say?"
The female vengeful spirit's eyes were full of confusion.
Natsuki's expression was serious. "Why did you just grope me?"
The female vengeful spirit was shocked. "You're a boy, and you're saying I harassed you?"
"What about being a boy?" Natsuki argued forcefully. "Boys can't be harassed by female perverts?"
"What happened to gender equality? This is gender discrimination!"
"That makes sense."
Chika nodded unconsciously.
"I had a friend before, a really cute boy. Because he was cute, he ended up being kept by the office lady next door."
Natsuki continued:
"Stop pretending. You're the train pervert girl who commits crimes across various subway stations, frequently targeting male high school students, aren't you?"
"I didn't. You're making things up." The female vengeful spirit passenger reflexively protested.
Natsuki gave her a taste of her own medicine: "Otherwise, with so many passengers on the subway, why would I grab you specifically instead of anyone else?"
Female vengeful spirit: "..."
Having framed others day after day, today she was actually being framed by someone else—her feelings were exceptionally complicated.
The blonde gyaru also caught on, saying quietly:
"I actually doubted that bespectacled boy just now. I'm terribly sorry... By the way, what was that boy's name?"
The short-haired girl blinked: "I think it was Aki... Sorry, I forgot."
"..."
"Human, aren't you afraid of death?"
The female vengeful spirit passenger's expression gradually became ferocious.
"Of course I'm afraid." Natsuki's tone was low. "But I care more about when someone is slandered and no one stands up to speak."
"Slander and defamation full of malice are sometimes more terrifying than death itself."
"Others don't dare stand up and speak—I do."
Hearing these words, the other vengeful spirit passengers on the subway somehow lowered their heads even further.
"Natsuki is so amazing!"
Chika's eyes sparkled brightly.
"Amazing, my foot." Natsuki gave her a meaningful look. "Hurry over here."
If not for the prompt that appeared before his eyes, Natsuki wouldn't have wanted to waste words at all.
What to do when a female vengeful spirit falsely accuses a player?
Slandering others is criminal behavior—add her directly to the list for eliminating evil and purging darkness.
"Oh, oh."
Chika quickly moved away from the female vengeful spirit passenger and came to Natsuki's side.
Unexpectedly, the female vengeful spirit made no other moves, only coldly watching Natsuki and the others:
"Humans, you'll regret this very soon."
"..."
Moving away from the vengeful spirit passengers, Natsuki and the player girls retreated to a corner.
"That female vengeful spirit is wrong." The blonde gyaru crossed her right arm over her chest, her left hand supporting her chin. "Chika didn't touch her at all just now, so why would she slander us?"
Natsuki said in a low voice:
"Last time it was the bespectacled boy, this time it's Fujiwara. The targets seem to be only players."
"There must be a reason—it might even be hidden content for clearing the game..." The short-haired player girl blinked, suddenly saying, "Could Aki's attack earlier be related to her?"
"If you answer incorrectly, you get dragged off the subway when it stops?"
"Eh-eh-eh?"
Chika immediately panicked. "Then that would be me?"
She'd just been selected as a target by the female vengeful spirit, and her answer seemed exactly the same as that otaku boy's. Would she be attacked immediately?
As they spoke, the subway's speed grew slower and slower—clearly it was about to stop.
"Natsuki, what should we do?"
Chika looked over nervously.
Natsuki said nothing. He walked two steps to the corpse of the middle-aged corporate slave uncle lying by the subway door, crouched down, and searched through the briefcase.
Paper documents, a towel, a wallet, keys, an unfamiliar plastic medicine bottle, half a pack of cigarettes...
"What are you looking for? Do you need help?"
The three girls nervously gathered around, wanting to help. After all, it was a corpse lying on the ground—ordinary people wouldn't dare approach it easily.
"Found it."
Natsuki quickly obtained a metal lighter.
To activate the combined technique of eliminating evil and purging darkness, they first had to be able to see the opponent.
Though the lighter's flame was dim, basic illumination wouldn't be a problem.
Chika's eyes lit up. She'd clearly figured out why Natsuki was looking for a lighter, and asked curiously:
"How did Natsuki know he had a lighter?"
"Because I've read a thousand episodes of famous detective manga..." Natsuki's tone was low.
"It's the fingers, right?" The blonde gyaru analyzed with interest. "It appears many times in Conan—people who smoke frequently have their fingers yellowed by cigarettes."
"Correct answer." Natsuki cast her an appreciative look. "Kitagawa Eri, you've found the blind spot."
"It's Kitagawa Marin, not the NTR master!"
"..."
As they spoke, the subway's speed grew slower and slower. With the strange humming vibration, darkness attacked again.
Natsuki acted decisively, using the lighter without hesitation.
A dim firelight lit up. Though it was a strange blue-green color, basic illumination was no problem.
"I was worried it wouldn't light."
Chika couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, nervously huddling close to Natsuki.
The next moment.
"Fuu..."
A blowing sound suddenly echoed in their ears. Cold, sinister air spread over them, and the faint flame was abruptly extinguished.
The thing that blew out the lighter was inside the subway!
Natsuki's expression darkened.
The subway doors hadn't even opened yet—how could it appear inside the subway first?
Natsuki didn't have time to think about it. He quickly turned around and pulled Chika into his arms.
He couldn't let Chika be dragged away alone. If she disappeared, they'd probably never find her again!
At the same time, Natsuki silently called out to the sleeping guardian spirit in his heart:
Mrs. Kaguya, it's you!
Even if she can't fight, using her to block attacks at a critical moment isn't too much, right?
In the darkness, Natsuki held the pink-haired girl. He could clearly feel the pressure against his chest—this secretary's figure seemed even bigger than he'd imagined.
At the same time, he could clearly smell the pleasant fragrance of shampoo, milk, fruit, and cake mixed together at the tip of his nose. It smelled exceptionally good.
Girls are made of sugar, spice, and everything nice—this saying applied perfectly to Chika Fujiwara.
Secretary Fujiwara was equally nervous, her arms tightly wrapped around Natsuki's waist, her warm, rapid breathing constantly falling on his neck.
In this critical moment, neither had the mind to care about such things.
A moment later, the lights in the subway slowly came on.
"It seems like nothing happened just now?" The blonde gyaru breathed a sigh of relief.
"Could hugging together prevent being dragged away?" The short-haired player girl guessed. "Or was it because of Natsuki-senpai's answer?"
"Good thing you're okay."
Natsuki slowly released Chika.
Secretary Fujiwara's bangs were slightly messy, her breathing somewhat rapid, and her face also slightly flushed.
As they were discussing, a hand suddenly reached over and grabbed the blonde gyaru Marin's wrist:
"You actually groped me?"
Here we go again—can't you change your line!
Upon discovering she'd been selected, the blonde gyaru couldn't help but show a nervous expression. She turned to look at Natsuki, hesitated slightly, then decided to follow his example:
"You're the one who groped me... train pervert girl!"
The female vengeful spirit applied force with her hand, bloody tears streaming from her eyes: "Saying this without evidence—you're slandering me."
Natsuki: "..."
She actually learned his words—you sure know how to adapt!
"What do we do now?" The blonde gyaru nervously called for help. "She's not playing by the rules!"
"Who says there's no evidence?"
At the critical moment, Natsuki stepped forward, his words carrying conviction:
"I saw it just now—your thighs are covered in tally marks."