"Uh, uh, duh, duh, duh?
"What should I do? Hmm??"
Oh, this is a bee and irregular thing.
Basically, a sister who likes trouble makes her eyes shine when something unforeseen happens.
And I'm not too upset because I'm stepping on quite a few occasions.
My sister seems a little in a hurry right now.
Until I stuck my hand in the mirror, what would you say?
Can you afford it?
There was just now, something like room in my sister's heart is disappearing.
"I can't use the lifeline."
Guillaume, and my sister stared at this one.
Oh, yes. Excuse me.
"Oh, if I hit him, I guess I'll fix it"
I wonder what you're going to hit me with?
My sister punched me in the mirror funny with her fist.
Spider hives in the mirror, shattered and scattered.
No, it looked shattered.
But as if to rewind time, the scattered fragments stop in the air and return to the mirror.
And the mirror went back to normal as if nothing had happened.
"Can't you?"
"If you keep doing that, you'll lose your daughter-in-law"
"Nothing, because I'm not going to marry you.
Besides, the world is pretty equal.
No matter how shitty your personality is, you can have someone to marry.
Well, but I'm not willing to.
Tsukasa, it's also anachronistic to say that you're the recipient of that daughter-in-law.
Handle pets and things. "
"It's an extreme word hunt."
"By and large, you can't smell good from a woman without any effort!
Your face, smell, and appearance of the child's endeavors.
There's a beautiful one with natural objects!
There are too many men who don't understand it when it comes to polishing and processing gems and humans. "
"No, you're eating women too."
"Uh, don't say Meng or anything right now, it makes me want to eat ramen.
Well, I won't deny it. "
Oh, my God, while we're having a conversation, my sister takes out a clean note sheet.
It was a rolling, legacy one.
One at a time, my sister goes on to read it.
He gave me what I had read.
Read it, I guess that means.
I drop my gaze on the note paper.
That was a note.
[I was going to play]
The note had started with such a write-off.
Why, have you come to ruins?
What happened as a result?
Their course was noted whenever possible.
The note states that I visited this White House with the intention of making it a horror video story.
That I've come here with a few people I know online who share the same taste.
Being trapped in a mirror, like us, and not being able to go home.
And it said how each and every one of them died inexplicably, no, how they were killed.
It seems that what suspects an insider, what claims to be a ghost offense and opinions are broken in two, and at last only a man, the lord of the note, remained after the suspicious dark.
[I can hear footsteps. I can hear children laughing.
I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I didn't want to die.]
Only the last one had been stained with dark blood from the way through and could no longer be read.
"Hmm. It's like a B-rated panic movie.
Still, kid, "
My sister shrugs and looks around the room with Kyoro Kyoro.
"Strange. No sign of it"
"Is that a ghost's?
"Yeah, of ghosts"
And I heard footsteps.
Xy, xy, it's a footstep slowly approaching us.
"Somebody's coming.
Take a big breath!
My sister says sharply.
"Huh?"
"Quick! So, stop!!
My sister says it sharply again, and I'll do as she tells me.
And when my sister slipped her fingers, she let the magic unfold again.
It envelops us both like a tent.
It was like a thin curtain.
It was simultaneous with being engulfed in a surgical ceremony and the door of the room opening.
Thus, entering the room was a man who managed to connect with a piece of skin just before his neck was screwed off.
He walks into the room, almost hanging his neck hanging from his chest, staring at the place where his glitzy eyes had a body until earlier.
"Ah, ah."
Such a voice leaked from a man.
It could have been a sound.
"Ah, yes, ah, yes"
It sounded like he was saying no, no.
"V-no, ah, v-no, ah"
Nitali, laughs and the man tries to leave the room.
Go quickly.
My breath is tight.
When the man stood in front of the door connecting the room and the hallway, he laughed in a hustling and crazy voice.
(Hey, hey.
breath, sucks)
I complained with my eyes.
Then,
Patience.
They sue me back.
And, yabe.
Pussy, the sound of the air falling out sounded small in the curtain.
It was my fart.
Uh, I should have practiced my squeaky tail better.
Dear sister, make a tehepelous face and point.
Then my sister, who looked the same as when she touched my mother's scales, raised her voice, wondering if she had tightened my neck.
"This one, my stupid brother. Ahhh!
The curtain that was covered also falls off.
"Oh, man, hey.
Ah. "
My gaze was in front of the door of the room, chatting with a man with a lifted neck.