The Morgue

Blood spurted out, creating a mist of scarlet flowers.

"Lily..."

For a moment, a chaotic buzzing sound filled the air surrounding the injured woman, as if countless people were whispering to each other.

Lily is injured...

The corpse's fake smile twisted into a look of fear. The two expressions overlapped, making it look extremely weird and creepy. They tried to slow down, but they struggled forward without their control. Their bodies were fighting, and they were folded into angles that humans could never do. They were like puppets being folded. Just watching them made one feel the great pain.

Lily is injured...

I only saw a flash of dark light for a moment, and then I felt a piercing pain in my shoulder.

It was a gun. When I realized this, I felt dizzy and my blood was boiling.

How could it be this way! You acted out a scene in a horror movie where a blank sheet of paper turned into a gun, and then shot and killed Kaozi, and "O's Grudge" was over. I dare not write this, this is really the set of the next-door Resident Evil!

Even if the script is not good, the director should at least consider the balance of power between the characters. Why should I, a villain, have the account of the protagonist? There must be something wrong.

Lily, Lily, I looked at the bandaged man approaching quickly, and calmed down and whispered her name. If the ability to turn a blank sheet of paper into a gun is called [Unique Singer], then if it was Lily, the one who let him rot but carefully preserved his head, her ability should be called--

What is it called? Do I have this kind of standard mark for an important person?

"【Smile of the Immortal】!"

The woman dressed as a nurse took a few steps back, her face suddenly turned cold, and she read out loud that the whole process went incredibly smoothly, as if it was supposed to be this way.

Sometimes all it takes is a flash of inspiration to change the course of a battle.

The body closest to her fell down as if it had lost control, and the body began to decay rapidly, leaving only an intact head in a mess, with a smile that was close to perfection. At the same time, her shoulder began to heal, and even her clothes remained intact.

A rare healing psychic! Dazai Osamu observed the entire healing process of the wound from a close distance and was slightly surprised. The healing process was very strange, the blood seemed to be absorbed by something, leaving only white cloth. The woman was clean again as if she had never been exposed to gunpowder.

Although the specific function is still unclear, it is clear that her ability is both offensive and defensive, with extremely fast healing speed and very few side effects, but...

"It's a slightly disgusting treatment for such a beautiful lady."

He sighed, and when he was only three or four meters away from her, he stretched out his arm, just about to touch the woman.

His special ability [Disqualification from the Human World] is an anti-special ability that can eliminate all special abilities. With just one touch, the chaos tonight will disappear immediately, which can also be regarded as a peace of mind for the living and dead in Yokohama.

Not to mention, it would still be very eye-catching if the ground was covered with smiling heads.

After hearing the complaints from the man with the bandage opposite me, my face turned black successfully.

Even if it is true, but seeing through it but not speaking it out is a basic virtue of being a human being! At worst, I can just write another ghost story next time. Why can't people be more tolerant?

Just wait and see, you've managed to make a horror novel writer remember you.

At this moment, I finally understood that the purpose of my coming to this world was to gamble my dignity as a horror writer and use all my wisdom to make them feel the charm of a heart-stopping moment.

"Well, let's start now." I raised my lips maliciously and clapped my hands lightly, making a crisp sound. The red ribbon swung in the air along with my wrist, with an ominous glow.

"Tonight is the Scavengers' Feast!"

The area suddenly changed physically. The corpses rotted into mud, and countless vultures emerged from the mud, along with many soft white insects and furry little animals. Just as Dazai had imagined, the ground was covered with heads, and the protagonists of the scene immediately became these scavengers.

Oh no! There were too many vultures flapping their wings, and the woman in front of him disappeared in an instant. Kunikida Dopo's heart tightened, and he could only pin his hopes on Dazai Osamu.

Although he usually looks unreliable, when the crisis comes, he can bring people a strange sense of security.

As for Dazai Osamu --

"What are you looking for?"

I muttered to myself, and appeared behind Dazai Osamu holding a glass jar.

"Are you looking for me?"

The black vultures were flying around him with hoarse voices, which gave people a strong sense of oppression. But Dazai remained calm. He turned around, looked at the woman who suddenly changed her position, and noticed the thing she was blocking with her sleeve.

Noticing his gaze, I covered the glass jar in my arms more tightly.

"This is a gift, a gift for our first meeting. But you have to answer a few questions first."

I glanced at the sky full of wild crows, and felt relieved. I continued, "Have you ever thought about when you will die?"

Today, tomorrow, or the delusion of eternal life?

Have you bought insurance, ordered a coffin, or looked at a cemetery?

"Hey, ask me this question, do you want to die with me for love?"

Dazai Osamu showed a surprised expression.

"If so, how would you choose to die?"

I rubbed the red ribbon around my wrist and stared at his face carefully.

Will it rot in the mud and be carried away by wild dogs, or will it be buried in a coffin and eaten by ants? It is nothing more than being buried in it or in its belly, so what difference does it make?

"If that's the case, then drowning is a method I often use, even though it has never been successful. But are you going to help me, kind lady?"

He walked towards me step by step, holding out his bandaged arm.

"If it's a gift, why don't you let me see it?"

I laughed, admired his courage, and then removed my hand that was blocking the jar to let him see what was inside.

It was the head of Dazai Osamu, floating peacefully in the light yellow liquid with a hint of a smile on his face.

Tiny bubbles stuck to the eyelashes of the head and slowly rose in the jar under the shaking of the water. The whole picture was very dynamic. The head in the jar opened its eyes with a smile, revealing empty eyes without eyeballs.

Dazai Osamu's pupils suddenly shrank and he paused for a moment.

Hahaha, you must be scared to death!

I had a cold expression but was secretly delighted inside. Oh and oh, your half-remaining "body" is staggering towards me. He has already raised his hand and is about to pat your shoulder. Hehehe.

Then I watched helplessly as the half body suddenly disappeared into the air.

Me: Pupil earthquake.

Dazai Osamu didn't know what was happening behind him. He just stared at the head that seemed to be sleeping in the jar and the dazzling smile.

The smile was as if all his wishes had been fulfilled, as if he was unaware of the sufferings of the world and was full of hope for everything after death. The smile... made him vomit.

“I was a little scared.”

All the colors of Dazai Osamu disappeared in an instant, leaving only dark shadows and dark pupils. He tapped his fingertips on the glass jar and watched expressionlessly as the light bands surrounded the jar and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Such a horrible thing should never appear again."

He never wanted to see this kind of expression filled with hope and joy again. He raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him, moving his fingertips towards her shoulder.

Let's end this boring and lifeless thing.

Oh, I understand. It's unscientific to have a boss who specializes in killing ghosts and handle everything.

I was a little mentally prepared for what was going to happen next, and I didn't have any good way to stop it, so I didn't dodge. I just kept thinking about what he said before, and asked stubbornly: "Is it scary? Are you scared? Do you feel like your heart is stopping?"

Ugh, why am I asking these questions? What expectations do third-rate horror writers have for themselves? They have already materialized, but they still end up with such a result. I am so bad--

"It was terrifying. My heart stopped for five seconds. It was amazing."

The man opposite me said, and put his fingertips on my shoulder. From the point of his fingertips, a white light band instantly surrounded my body, pulling me around.

Maybe it's to make people happier before they die. Although five seconds is a bit exaggerated, I was still moved. I handed over the manuscript I brought with me and smiled a little disappointed.

"This is probably today's script. Please be my first reader."

I wrote all night and only have one reader? Oh, that's terrible.

"If possible, it would be great if you could help me publish it... Ah, it doesn't matter if you can't, after all..."

Before he could finish his words, the woman opposite him disappeared in the band of light, along with the fluttering vultures and the insects and rats on the ground, leaving behind only a stack of papers and a few helicopters that had just arrived in the sky.

The wind was still blowing, and the moonlight was still cold.

"Dazai!"

Kunikida ran over alone from a distance and frowned as he saw Dazai Osamu squatting down to pick up the paper.

"Where are the people? Did they escape?"

"No, it's a creature with special abilities. It's been solved."

What he didn't say was that, given the situation, this scene today might be repeated somewhere else.

He looked at the manuscript in his hand, and saw three big characters in the first row.

Morgue

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I'm back.

The dim light warmed every corner of the room. The door was tightly closed and the shoes were neatly placed on the counter, as if nothing had happened.

I knelt at the table, wearing a warm and comfortable fleece, my wrists were clean, with only the pure whiteness of my skin. After figuring this out, I quickly took off my clothes and got into the warm quilt, twisting and turning in it with excitement, wishing I could do it again.

I know, I "lost" and walked into Lily's body the moment I finished the story. This thing is very interesting, and this world is also very interesting. I can't wait to write the next book.

The next one will definitely be even more terrifying.

With this thought in mind, I fell asleep with a smile on my face, completely unaware that this novel had caused a huge uproar in the outside world.

The entire Yokohama literary community was shocked.