Kisaragi Station

I walked back home under the shadow of the street lamps. I felt a little relieved when I saw the small bungalow. A lot of things happened today. I went back home with a novel that I thought was bloody and scary, but I came back empty-handed. There was a big hole in the doll's stomach. If I hadn't been smart, this hole would have appeared on my stomach. Akutagawa fought the manor copy alone and came out with a normal look on his face. The dolls that ran out of the manor were also killed and their bodies were scattered all over the ground.

I can come up with a long list just by talking about it, and I feel frustrated.

"It's obviously possible to materialize, but why does it feel so much harder... Is this hellish difficulty?"

I cleaned myself up carefully, then fell into deep thought while looking at the puppet on the table.

This level of difficulty is a bit too much, it's almost a novice's deterrence. Are the people I'm facing all wooden people? Maybe it's not their problem, but my problem?

Well, it doesn't matter, I can continue to improve, there are second-rate writers above third-rate, and first-rate writers above second-rate, it's a good thing to have a goal to strive for. However, I will never make things difficult for the monsters just because I can't beat the boss, third-rate horror novel writers also have dignity!

"It seems like it's time." I thought to myself, took out a kitchen knife from the kitchen, and solemnly and seriously gestured to the puppet on the table. According to the ending of "Two Dolls", I ended the puppet as a trigger mechanism. After completing this ceremonial farewell, I decided to fight hard all night.

Let’s put an end to tonight’s failure. I will definitely be able to prove my truth with my writing in the next book!

Having learned the lesson from "Two Dolls", I am no longer willing to watch any scene, no matter how disgusting it is. I can only start by increasing their participation and giving them the feeling of being in the situation.

Kisaragi Station

[The train ate the track in front of it bit by bit and stopped on the platform. It opened its belly, and people didn't want it to rush, and the fish went into its stomach. Through the window, the colorful human bodies were squeezed and rubbed, like undigested food.

The professional pusher was still helping the tram eat. When he placed his palm on a piece of meat, he skillfully pushed the body of someone who was not sure whether it was male or female, old or young, forward, and the meat automatically entered the small hole. The scene was indescribably strange, just like the method of making an unknown food in an unknown region, where minced meat was stuffed into a long tube bit by bit, and then smoked to become a dish.

In this case, eating at the station seems barbaric and unreasonable. People just swallow the food hastily, not caring whether it is raw or cooked, and then walk away with a full stomach.

Leaving is not a big deal. In the flood of information, the departure of a train at a station is not worth paying attention to. The boy was just pushed by the professional pusher and got into the train consciously. He took out his mobile phone and lived quietly in his own space like the people around him. Sometimes he was squeezed like a bunch of grapes about to be squeezed out of juice, but this unique space of thinking would never disturb each other.

'Late night actress private meeting with director - we were just discussing the script'

'An albino wild man appeared again in Shennongjia, and it remains an unsolved mystery'

......

He browsed through them one by one. Although it was inconvenient to type, he still managed to give a thumbs up to express his appreciation for these entertainment tools. Sometimes he laughed accidentally and looked at the people around him with apology. Fortunately, he did not disturb others. But no one cared. Their enthusiasm was focused on other things and they did not pay attention to other things.

It was precisely because he didn't pay attention to the outside world that he followed the crowd to get off the station. After finally reading the new push information, he raised his head and found that he didn't know which platform he was squeezed onto.

Oops, I didn't pay any attention at all, he thought, feeling a little uncomfortable with the empty environment around him.

The gray steel and concrete peeled off the color of the whole world, exuding an inorganic coldness. The scenes of people coming and going in the past were directly wiped out from the platform, so clean that it made people feel at a loss. The track meandered into the distance, like a black skeleton rigidly pressed on the ground, without a beginning or an end, so far away that it could not be seen, triggering many associations in people.

Why is there no one here... It's so strange, is this a newly built platform? He looked up at the station sign, and the "Kusuga Station" on it was unfamiliar to him. But the station sign was old, with moldy spots on the corners, and the color was particularly dull.

Or was it a sudden change of route, or did he get on the wrong bus? There was nothing he could do but wait. He shivered in the cold wind, his suspicion still lingering as he looked at another push notification on his phone, freeing up his hands to type out a comment.

'Teacher Luo encountered another lawless thug today'

He laughed again.

Once I saw this, I forgot about time. 】

Perhaps the scene I saw when I came out was too shocking, and I still can't sleep at all. As I write, I seem to see the quiet and dark platform at midnight, the tram slowly emerging from the deep tunnel, and the person who walked onto the tram with doubt.

The leaves are rustling and the moonlight is cold.

I'm determined to take advantage of the home field this time.

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The atmosphere in the conference room was extremely tense, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the man in the black windbreaker with a red lining, who was in deep thought.

Emergency meetings were held overnight in various places, and all the previously sealed confidential documents were reopened, with people trying to figure out what had happened recently within a limited time. They knew that by the next day, the memories of most people would be blurred and would not be opened until the next midnight horror.

If you can't stop midnight from coming, then get rid of all the evil spirits in the night.

"No matter what, there is always some clue, isn't there, Akutagawa-kun?"

After a long time, Sen Ou looked up at the man with graying temples.

"It's not surprising that I can't remember his face at all. Even the people in the surveillance video were scratched, but at least I have figured out the route. I think I'll get the answer soon."

"Now, it's a matter of time."

Indeed, unlike the last time when she appeared in secret, this time, her figure was completely visible in the surveillance video. Although her face on the screen was completely distorted, it made it more obvious. Perhaps this was not a means of concealment, but more like a declaration of something.

But Yokohama does not need these uncertainties, and the night that belongs to Yokohama cannot be disputed.

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People with a keen sense of smell have noticed the turmoil beneath Yokohama's calm surface recently, and at night, they all consciously avoid it. It seems that many forces are looking for someone, and strange messages about Yokohama are everywhere.

"Don't walk at night, you will encounter strange things." People from other places say this, and some brave people who like strange things come to Yokohama in groups to see it, which can be regarded as promoting the tourism industry. But this is probably related to the recent horror stories. The stories about corpses are absurd, and the stories about dolls are scary. If you start to associate this endless night with it, it is understandable.

However, the locals all scoffed at this. The nights here were always so strange, and death was once a common occurrence. It was just that people had a short memory and put those bloody months behind them, pretending that this place was peaceful. But sometimes this was a good thing, as the people here had long been accustomed to it, but it attracted onlookers from outsiders.

The so-called strange things are just some things that cannot be said. Some people see through this and understand that the situation is about to change.

In any case, it is better not to walk at night.

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Some people avoid it at night, but some people work overtime and stay up all night. This is the nth night that Haruno Kirako has been up all night, and she can only hold on by relying on the fantasy of cats in her mind.

"Why does it have to be at night?"

She sighed, and from time to time she had to look back at the busy crowd to make sure if there was anything strange around her. Really, she also wanted to sit next to Nakajima Atsushi, it would make her feel more at ease.

Now, slowly turning her head, okay, not yet. She breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly asked in confusion: "Hey, where is Mr. Dazai?"

The detective agency was brightly lit, but Dazai Osamu was nowhere to be seen.

"He said he wanted to go for a walk at night to see if he could see any ghosts." Yosano Akiko rubbed her nose tiredly, feeling helpless about Dazai Osamu's actions. This guy, relying on [No Longer Human], was running around recklessly, and I didn't know what to say.

After hearing this, Haruno Kirako was filled with respect.

As expected of Mr. Dazai, he has always walked on a path that ordinary people cannot walk on, and has never been imitated, let alone surpassed.

"Ha! Obviously that guy ran away because he didn't want to finish the work!"

Kunikida Dopo raised his head from deep in the documents and shouted angrily, the pen in his hand was already in danger. At the same time, the door of the detective agency opened.

"Kunikida-kun has wronged me. I have been working hard for the detective agency." Dazai Osamu, who had just returned from outside, sighed and raised something in his hand and said, "Seeing that everyone is so tired, I have come up with a way to relieve boredom for everyone. It will definitely cheer you up."

It was a horror doll that was a life-size replica of the one from the previous night. Even its jaw could open and close on its own. The cavity was bright red, as if liquid was flowing. It was so realistic that it seemed to pull them back into that night.

"You suddenly become energetic!"

He asked with a grin.

"Dazai Osamu!!!"

Finally, the doll that Dazai Osamu specially customized was still left, placed in a high place where everyone could see it, grinning and scrutinizing everyone. Not to mention, everyone was completely sleepy, but the atmosphere suddenly fell to the bottom.

Doll: Stare

Everyone: Never look up

Haruno Kirako stiffened her body and mechanically tapped the keyboard, trying hard to find something to break this awkward situation.

Save me! Or else you'll kill me! I dare not move, I dare not move at all!

As she was crying, she suddenly saw something and uttered a meaningless murmur.

"Huh?"

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