At Six Foot Three, He Was Like a Baby in the Eight-Foot Woman's Arms

It sounded almost like a confession of love.

Li Dan was baffled. Even when he heard the final "I love you," he still had no idea what was going on.

"What did the voice on the phone say to you, Li Dan?"

Kotoko Higa was curious. She had read the case file, but it hadn't included what the voice had said.

Li Dan repeated the message word for word. By the time he reached the final "I love you," Kotoko Higa's expression had turned strange too.

That was even stranger than One Missed Call. Was Sadako starved for love?

"Your curse won't take effect for another seven days. Let's head back and look into what those words mean."

"Sure."

Li Dan stood and recalled Annabelle and the others. Kotoko Higa took out the videotape and burned it on the spot.

Keeping it would only put more people in danger. The curse was already on them, so there was no reason to leave the tape intact.

Seven days.

That was enough time to resolve another supernatural case.

Li Dan left Kayako with Kotoko Higa. Whether they spent those seven days dealing with an urban legend or a ghost story was up to them.

The first day.

Makoto Higa brought over a stack of documents about the island nation's three sacred treasures: the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi, the Yata no Kagami, and the Yasakani no Magatama.

These so-called sacred treasures served much the same purpose as the Holy See's holy water, crosses, and high-grade silverware, though their abilities were bound to differ.

"Wouldn't it be easier to ask my sister about these, senior?"

"Your sister's busy. I'm just browsing."

Li Dan really was reading them out of boredom, just as he had asked for information on yokai.

Makoto Higa set down the thick stack