Ghost Hunter's
Ghost Part 6

Shibuya led the way, walking briskly along a grove of trees in front of the old school building before heading to the back. A silver van was parked behind the school building in an inconspicuous area. Shibuya opens the trunk. I couldn't see the back seat at all because a lot of strange equipment was blocking my view. "Move the equipment out." Shibuya. "Move ... All this?" You must be kidding me. Shibuya coldly replied: "Move all the necessary equipment." Allahs... A rack is installed on the inside of the van. On the shelves were a stereo system, some small televisions, and a typewriter, all tightly clamped. I didn't know anything about this machine, so I started having headaches. "So many machines ... Do you know how to run everything?" I asked. "Your brain and my brain are different." ... Really now, can't you just be a little simple? This asshole ... He's really overconfident. "Take the microphone before you start moving equipment. Come here." Come here." Okay-okay. Well, I'm a subt.i.tute. Thy. Withstands. Not that I'll be cursed to death by the old school building; I'll just work to death by you. ... Buddy, when I think about it like that, waking up in the morning seems scary now. Shibuya went around to the back of the old school building. There was a small road about two meters wide near the wall behind the old school building. A row of microphones lined up in the lane, heads pointing to the old windows.

"Are you talking about this microphone?" I asked pointing at them. "That's right. Lower microphone. I put it back." "I understand ... These microphones, what are they used for?" ... Ah, the insulting appearance of Shibuya. "Don't you think that microphones are generally used to collect sound?" "I know that." ... Hmph, motherfucker. "It is dangerous to enter a haunted building without doing any prior research. Because it was at first, one had to research before arriving." "Oh ~." "For example, collect sound from outside the window and install the camera." ... So that's how it is. Justjust wonderful. "Are haunted buildings really that dangerous?" "some." "Aren't you afraid?" "There's nothing to fear." ..Eh? You really don't think it's scary? "Why did you want to do a job like this when you were only sixteen?" Shibuya's answer was very short. "Because people need to do it." ... If you're not very confident, you won't answer like that. I ignored his tone. "Then, there must be some cases that you can't solve, right?" "Nothing." Shibuya answered briefly: "Because I'm capable." ... This guy is really full of himself. I think anyone would start hating him if they heard him say that. "Wow, amazing— You are handsome and capable," I bursts furiously.   Shibuya turned around and looked at me with piercing eyes. "I'm handsome?" "Is that bad? You made Keiko and the others make a big fuss against you." "Right." Shibuya replied calmly, "Their taste is good." You dickhead!

Whatisthis? So people who think you're hot have good taste, and people who think you don't have bad taste? You are small ... Narcissist! Ah, I will call you Naru-chan from now on.  

Naru-chan said, glancing at the restroom near the entrance hall. It was a former lab room; large lab tables lined up in rows and columns. Naru-chan's in.