The End of Two Dolls

I am really too cruel to myself and have contributed too much to the construction of horror literature here.

The horror of "Mortuary" is hidden under the undercurrent. Sometimes a small discovery is linked to the previous text, and this unknown and strange will gradually surge into people's hearts. Therefore, although the tone of the whole text of "Mortuary" is dark, there are no overly bloody scenes, but the atmosphere is rendered silently.

But "Two Dolls" is different. The weirdness and human temptation, pursuit, and fighting are all about the horror of encountering death around the corner. Not to mention the ugly and deformed dolls, the element of "blood" has been used many times. Injuring different parts of the doll will have a special bleeding effect. In the original text, there is a scene where Vivian cuts off the doll's head and is sprayed with blood. Sometimes the blood has already meandered here before the doll arrives. The blood drops splashed on the wall move with the movement of the people, densely packed like red nematodes entangled with each other.

When I thought about it for a while, I thought it was a big event, but when it actually happened, I was faced with an embarrassing fact.

This blood, it follows me.

"Oh, how disgusting."

Looking at the red foamy blood from the rapid collision with the corners of the wall and the tree trunk, it was hard to imagine how much blood was caused by such a fierce battle, which made me raise the danger level of everyone by one level. Seeing the broken bodies of the dolls, which looked like a boiling river of blood, I forcibly suppressed the nausea in my stomach, and felt a wave of regret in my heart.

Such a disgusting scene, no matter what, you should call your best friends to watch it together! What's the point of watching a horror movie alone? It's also a good team-building material, but it's wasted like this.

Thinking of this, I slowly turned my gaze to the still unconscious Nakajima Atsushi. I struggled fiercely in my heart, but finally gave up on letting him face this shocking scene with the reason that "we are not familiar with each other yet, so I shouldn't embarrass him."

It’s strange. There are so many people who are not afraid, but in the end I am the only one who suffers. Why?

"Atsushi--wake up--"

I whispered Nakajima Atsushi's name and covered his eyes with my hands to prevent him from seeing something disgusting.

He is afraid of ghosts! These few ordinary words expressed all the sadness in my heart. I think there are not many people in this world who can cooperate with me in performance. What's more terrifying is that courage can be trained. I must protect it well and keep my last bit of dignity.

After a few calls, Nakajima Atsushi showed signs of waking up. The wound on his abdomen healed at an astonishing speed, and now it seemed that there was no serious problem.

"Don't move, don't look, something bad has happened."

He who had been struggling suddenly calmed down, and asked me what happened with a stiff body.

"Did Akutagawa catch you too?"

Recalling the strange noise and the snowstorm before he fell into a coma, Nakajima Atsushi felt inexplicably concerned, as if something in his mind was about to burst out of the ground.

Is there anything you didn't expect?

I carefully observed his expression and said, "I helped you escape. My special ability is very suitable for escape."

He showed a slightly surprised expression.

What are you surprised about? Is it that I was able to escape, or do I have special abilities? I want to ask directly, but I am afraid of revealing something.

"I'm saved... But what happened? Why can't I close my eyes?"

"And... it smells like blood. Are you hurt?"

As he was speaking, he suddenly wanted to stand up, which scared me so much that I pushed his head down again.

"No. Do you know what happened a few nights ago? The situation is similar now. There are some things here that will disturb you if you open your eyes. It's a bit disgusting. You'd better not look at it."

I looked at the bubbling blood river and continued, "It's hard to explain right away. But I'll help you up first, and you just keep walking forward. Don't look back, don't look back, don't look back! This is very important. We're going to separate here. Do you understand?"

The blood on the street lifted the broken limbs under my guidance and carefully meandered to my back, but this was the limit of what I could do. I could only control its movements, but not its existence. Its existence had already been confirmed by the ghost story, and I was just a narrator.

It doesn't matter. As the narrator, I am already very satisfied to be able to participate in this absurd feast. The next step is to find like-minded team-building partners to share this sense of horror.

Nakajima Atsushi nodded blankly and stood up with the help of my force.

"What happened? I can help. The smell of blood is too strong, please believe me!"

With a pair of hands blocking his view, Nakajima Atsushi asked anxiously, suppressing the urge to move the obstruction away.

"I'm a member of the Armed Detective Agency. If anything happens, I can definitely help!"

Armed detective agency? Ah, I don't know. But if a detective agency is armed, well...

I handed him the manuscript of Two Dolls and ignored his words. I just reminded him carefully: "It's okay, just don't look back! Also, this thing is given to you. It is already waste paper to me, but it may still have some meaning to you."

I didn't dare mention the word publishing, feeling that third-rate horror writers were on the verge of unemployment in this dangerous world.

Now I just want to go back and open a new book to testify with my pen.

Nakajima Atsushi let out an “eh” sound.

Why do I feel that this process is becoming more and more familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere before.

"Go quickly and don't look back."

I pushed him gently to let him go. The buttonholes on his back made a clicky circle, and there was a flickering light in the gap.

Don't look back, there's a ghost behind you. You might be scared to death, which is a great loss in horror literature.

And you, hands, feet, severed head, hide them carefully. If you are found, throw them into the fireplace to warm the fire.

Nakajima Atsushi still left as she said. After all, she saved him, so she wouldn't hurt him. But he was concerned about the abruptness, so he couldn't help but turn his head when he turned the corner. The street lights were dim, the wind was calm, and there was nothing. The girl who didn't leave her name was gone.

The streets were as quiet as ever, without even a bird. The electric poles cast long shadows on the ground. There was no wind at this time, and the wires hung stiffly in the air, like a frozen painting. In the strong smell of blood, even the corners without light seemed terrifying.

"I really should talk to Dazai-san... Damn, it's already so late! How long have I been unconscious?"

The White Tiger boy quickly accelerated towards the detective agency, unaware that something was retreating in front of him.

Tonight, all the weirdness gave way to him.

.

"Is it...over?"

Tanizaki Junichiro asked in a trance. He turned around and looked at Haruno Kirako who was still vomiting her soul, and the members around her who had already become more than a little decadent. He couldn't bear to watch any longer.

It was terrible, it was really terrible. It was true that no physical damage was caused, but it was clearly a mental attack!

"Onii-sama! Naomi is frightened to death!"

Tanizaki Naomi was lying on top of him at this time, sobbing and saying, "But if my brother can protect me, Naomi is willing to keep watching."

Let's just say goodbye, the people around complained.

"You are deliberately damaging the reputation of the Detective Agency! This matter cannot be tolerated! And you, Dazai Osamu! You clearly knew that it was a supernatural product, why didn't you eliminate it immediately!"

"It would be troublesome if the bandage got stained with blood, but now it's all fixed. Well, well, there's no loss anyway~"

Watching Kunikida Dopo's forehead cross after cross, Dazai Osamu seemed calm and composed. He was the only one who did not change his expression during this farce. Even the president frowned, but he seemed to have expected it.

When Nakajima Atsushi came back, he saw this lively scene.

"Everyone is here, what happened?"

He looked at the paralyzed members and asked hesitantly.

It was eerily quiet along the way, with a feeling of impending storm, but otherwise there was no movement. Thinking of the kind lady mentioning "that night", he had a vague bad feeling.

Looking at Nakajima Atsushi, everyone fell into a rare silence. Although there was blood on his body, his eyes were clear and his complexion was good, which formed a sharp contrast with the dying scene opposite them.

Edogawa Ranpo almost exploded with anger just by looking at him.

"That's too much! It's really too much! How can you be so hypocritical! And don't look so indifferent. Even though she didn't let you see anything, did you really not notice anything?"

"...What did you find?"

Why is it that I can understand every word you say, but I have no idea what you are saying when you put your sentences together?

Did I faint for a whole night, or was I in a coma for several days?

Thinking of the moment when Nakajima Atsushi arrived, the severed limbs on the table disappeared in an instant. He and Yosano Akiko stared at each other and asked directly, "Did you see anything when you came here? A severed head, a severed hand, a large amount of blood, a burnt doll, etc. Nothing?"

How is that possible? The streets are full of traces of that strange thing, and you will never forget it after just one look.

"Stop, stop, stop! Why do you have to see this kind of thing?!"

Looking at the faces around him that were as dark as the bottom of a pot, Nakajima Atsushi's premonition became stronger and stronger.

What on earth happened!