"Suzuki-kun...I'm going in...Bah, I'm coming over..."

As the distance got closer, the phone booth in the dark gradually became clearer in Oida Yuan's eyes.

Dark red paint like blood, the lower half of the solid door panel, the upper half of the "well" shaped glass grille, the top cover with the words "Public Phone" printed in pale white...

This is an unremarkable old-fashioned public telephone booth that has spread all over Japan since the Showa era.

"Cough, cough... Let's say it first, don't do anything scary, you know those props are useless to me..."

Through the glass covered with white fog and unable to see the interior clearly, seeing the figure in a khaki windbreaker inside, Oida Moton was relieved.

Because he worships Sherlock Holmes, every time Suzuki goes out to shoot, he will put on the "detective windbreaker", which is also one of the iconic things of his YouTube channel "Spiritual Reasoning".

"Quick, come and save me! Come and save me!! Save me!!!"

Suzuki-kun's increasingly impatient urging sound came from the cell phone that had not been hung up.

"Come on, when I pull out, you push out together!"

All the way here, everything was fine. Standing in front of the phone booth in this urban legend, Oida Yuan became excited and bold because of the massive secretion of adrenaline.

"I'm opening the door..."

At this moment, he somehow hoped that when he opened the door, inside was Suzuki-kun, who was wearing a dark wrestler suit and screamed "SUPRISEMOTHERF**KER" at him.

With such an uneasy and subtle thought in mind, he reached out and put his hand on the door handle of the phone booth.

"Hurry up, hurry up and open the door, it's so hot and hot in here, I'm almost out of breath!"

However, Oida Yuan didn't realize that it was only through the thin phone booth door that Suzuki-kun's urging voice still only came from his mobile phone.

"Get ready, one, two..."

Shouting in a low voice, Oida Yuan forced the door of the phone booth to pull out...

"Crench."

In the sound of rust rubbing, the door of the phone booth opened with such a smooth and smooth sound.

"boom."

Not only did it not appear to be "stuck" at all, on the contrary, it was due to Oida Yuan's excessive force that it hit the wall of the phone booth on the outside, causing a violent airflow.

"Suzuki..."

Before Moto Oida finished speaking, the figure of "Suzuki-kun" standing in the phone booth collapsed like a building block.

"... Jun?!"

He took a closer look and found that the figures in the phone booth disappeared like magic, leaving only a pile of clothes on the ground.

"This is... Suzuki-kun's clothes?"

Oida Yuan shivered and bent down, picking up the "Sherlock Holmes Detective Windbreaker" that he was very familiar with on the floor of the phone booth.

Under the windbreaker, shoes, trousers, underwear, socks, keychains, phones, thermos cups, cameras and other belongings suspected to belong to Suzuki-kun were revealed.

"...This is, a cell phone?!"

He reached into the windbreaker and took out a large-screen mobile phone.

At this moment, the phone screen was covered in frost, pitch black, and cracked, making it impossible to turn on the phone at all.

"But……"

Oida Yuan turned his head stiffly and looked at the mobile phone in his other hand that was still hanging up...

The caller number displayed on the screen that was in the "calling state" was clearly Suzuki-kun's mobile phone.

"Suzuki-kun, come out, what kind of trickery is this?!"

Shrouded in extreme terror, Oida Yuan let out a hoarse roar!

Could it be that that guy was using some mechanism to run away just now, and now he is squatting in a nearby green belt with a camera in his nakedness and filming his panic-stricken self?

"Xiaojian-kun..."

Suddenly, Suzuki-kun's faint voice came from the empty phone booth.

"Suzuki, bastard, where the **** are you?!"

Oida Yuan took a closer look and found a dark red phone hanging on the inner wall of the phone booth.

And Suzuki-kun's voice came from below the phone, in the microphone hanging empty in the air...

"...Sorry, Koi-kun...it's them...dudududu..."

After Suzuki-kun's voice said that, the microphone became blind.

And the communication on Oida Yuan's mobile phone also hangs up.

"This... so, did you always use this phone to call me?!"

"Crench."

Because the situation in front of him was too strange, Oida Yuan was just about to turn around and run away, when the door of the phone booth that he had opened to one side bounced back so violently, and slapped him on the back...

"Uh... no, no!"

When Oida Yuan came back to his senses, he was already under great force, and a staggering was photographed into this weird phone booth!

At the juncture of crisis, seeing that the iron door continued to close towards the phone booth, Oida Moton reacted extremely quickly, as if facing the elevator door that was about to close, he turned around, stretched out his hand, and handed his foot to the door frame, preventing the The iron gate was completely closed.

"Snapped."

However, the door panel of the old phone booth in front of him was like a mousetrap that caught a mouse, ruthlessly pinning his hands and feet on the door frame, squeezing it harder and harder.

"It hurts... ah ah ah ah..."

As if being tortured, Oida Yuan only felt pain in his hands and feet, so he could only grit his teeth and be pressed against the door frame, unable to move.

"Help... Suzuki-kun is fine... Anyone... Come and save me!"

He fought back the pain and screamed for help, hoping that residents near the park could hear his voice.

However, at some point, the phone booth was mercilessly shrouded in white fog, not to mention the buildings near the park, even the nearby green belts and ponds disappeared into the fog.

One after another, dark figures were flickering in and out of the fog around the phone booth.

"Pain Pain Pain..."

Although it hurt so much that even the bones began to creak, but intuition told Oida Yuan that once he retracted his hands and feet, I was afraid that waiting for him would be the same fate as Suzuki-kun, who disappeared without a trace.

"This time, it's over, it's over."

Even so~lightnovelpub.net~ Judging by the more and more forceful squeezing of this door, I am afraid that it is only a matter of time before my hands and feet are "arthropoded".

"The Lord said...let there be light..."

Just when Oida Yuan was facing the most desperate moment in his life, a female voice with a foreign accent, accompanied by a ray of moonlight, penetrated through the gap in the white mist...

"So, I took off my clothes."

"Take off... fine?!"

With his pale face illuminated by the light that seemed to symbolize hope in front of him, Oida Yuan, who was about to collapse in his mind, glanced at himself subconsciously.

"...What, what do you mean?"

Well, the clothes are still there.

"Suzuki, Suzuki-kun?"

In the moonlight, a slender, tall and graceful figure came in from the gap in the white mist.

"No, he's much thicker... who are you..."