Two Dolls. Manor

It was a pale-faced man, whose clothes turned into a red and black ribbon-like sharp weapon, and in front of an innocent passerby, it pierced through Nakajima Atsushi's chest. Even though he had done such a bloody thing, his eyes were calm and indifferent, as if he had just slapped a fly to death.

Killing people like flies, treating human life as worthless. These words popped out of my mind.

"Take it away."

He shook off Nakajima Atsushi, who had a piercing wound on his body, and spoke to his men beside him, then coughed a few times, not showing any of his ferocity just now. In contrast to his apparent weakness, the black tentacles behind him were waving like burnt branches, causing great fear when they were waving in the air.

"Go!" Nakajima Atsushi fell to the ground, curled up on his side, covering the bloody hole in his abdomen, and shouted at me.

"Akutagawa! She's just a passerby! Just catch me, I'll go with you!"

I was calming down my heart that was about to go into shock, and I was slightly moved by his words. Unfortunately, it was too late. The "baby" was frightened out, and its lower jaw kept hitting up and down, even hitting its own neck, exposing the bright red gums inside. Blood foam was flying, like a beast eating.

I don't think anyone would be indifferent to the scene before their eyes. On the bright side, maybe the guy named Akutagawa is afraid of ghosts?

Akutagawa Ryunosuke looked indifferently at the plastic doll that suddenly appeared, and the Rashomon behind him began to surge.

What?

have no idea.

Just chop it up.

"Rashomon."

Rashomon - I prefer to call it a black vine. It instantly grew longer, like a black snake with bared fangs, and pierced through the ugly and terrifying doll, making a crackling sound that gave people goosebumps.

Well, he's not afraid of ghosts.

Fortunately, my goal has been achieved. Weirdness will never die because of force, and every failure is to breed more terrifying weirdness.

As if in response to what I was thinking, even though its body was stabbed through several times by Rashomon, the doll's chin still beat against its chest with determination, and the thick black-red liquid splashed everywhere, like meat foam splashing on a butcher's chopping board.

"Good morning! Good afternoon! Die! Die!"

It greeted Akutagawa in the factory-set shrill voice of a child, and with the knife in its right hand, it made a chopping motion.

"court death!"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke suddenly widened his beast-like eyes, and Rashomon behind him rushed forward and crushed it into pieces.

There is another one coming towards me with unstoppable force!

"【Inescapable Manor】!"

I shouted out the ability to manifest ahead of him.

A manor was temporarily isolated from the outside world due to a blizzard. There were no roads or signals in the heavy snow, and it was completely cut off from the outside world. This is the blizzard manor mode.

In a detective thriller, it brings death and endless mysteries. In a ghost movie?

[Inescapable Manor], once the puppet receives a fatal blow, it will say the entrance words [Good morning, good afternoon], and I can open [Inescapable Manor] and bring in the attacker and companions.

Me, Nakajima Atsushi, and Akutagawa.

The secret I had originally thought of using to escape became my only way to save Nakajima Atsushi. Just pretend that I hadn't had time to treat him to a meal yet.

Instantly, a violent snowstorm rolled out from the broken puppet's body, burying everything on the scene. Everyone on the scene had to use their sleeves to cover the snow and ice that flew into their mouths and noses. When the snowflakes dissipated, three people disappeared from the scene.

"Lord Akutagawa! This is bad! Report this to the leader immediately!"

"Seal off the scene! It might just be hidden!"

Perhaps this is the skill of being a mafia member. Even when the decision maker is not around, the emergency is still handled in an orderly manner. However, no one noticed the buttons scattered in the pool of blood.

No one would know that it was these buttons that brought about the carnival tonight.

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Even though I suddenly changed places, before I could react, the guy opposite me still used Rashomon to stab me through. There was a sound of puff, which was more brutal and delicate than what I just heard, like a symphony of death.

I didn't even feel any pain, but I felt as if something had been inserted into my chest. The whole world collapsed in an instant and reorganized into the way it was when I first came here.

A warm fireplace, a soft sofa, a TV with a distorted screen. Snow is falling outside the window, and in the distance there is an endless expanse of white.

Then I was stabbed through again.

Okay, there's no hope of letting him realize that something's wrong. Even if it doesn't hurt, it can't go on forever.

"It's no use. I can't die in this world."

I tried my best to answer his questions calmly.

"This is a haunted house that requires you to complete the game without taking any damage. Once I get hurt, the world will restart, and any damage done in the previous world will be reset. The only way to get out of here is to kill the [Weird]."

I am really ashamed of my weakness. It is true that it is getting dark, but there is still sunlight. No one talks about people at noon, and no one talks about ghosts at midnight. It is just that the time has not come yet. I will wait until midnight. No, I don’t have to wait that long. As long as he ends this meaningless activity, I will let him know why the flowers are so red.

"Don't bother." He said, and Rashomon attacked him from behind again, "Kill you until you have to leave."

I:!!!

Why! Are all the people in your city like this?

I didn't do anything to you, did I? Do you think you are a little too vicious? ! !

Watching him continue to attack fiercely, I was completely helpless. I could only pull up the hand of the unconscious Nakajima Atsushi and disappear on the spot.

This is my special ability space.

There is no way to communicate, so let him be alone. If he meets the doll more often, he will not be so idle anymore.

After the strategic retreat, I brought the unconscious Nakajima Atsushi to an empty room and hastily bandaged his wounds, my heart pounding.

It's not as serious as I thought. Miraculously, the wound is not bleeding. But I'm not a doctor, so I can't tell the extent of his injuries, and I don't know if he can survive for a while. But I've done everything I can, and now I can only leave it to fate.

"Go watch the door."

I pulled the puppet off my shoulder and put it on the ground. It staggered out the door on its short legs, blood bubbles bubbling from the gaps between its buttonholes, soaking the entire fabric and leaving a long trail on the ground.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed my clenched fists, picked up the manuscript paper I had brought with me and started writing.

That guy called Akutagawa, his special ability is like a series of black shadows, right? Okay, I want to write it, I want the whole world to have the same plot as him, and I want to hate him to death, so that I can relieve the hatred in my heart.

I was thinking nonsense in my mind, using this to express my fear of being stabbed twice.

That's you, Slandar.

Also known as Slender Man, a strange story I once studied.

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"Crack, crack."

The doll's small leather shoes were stuck in the puddle on the ground.

He turned his bent neck, and the plastic on his head sank downward, twisting his frightening smile. The five fingers holding the knife were deformed due to the burns, and the skin and flesh were connected, blending into the entire handle.

"Good morning! Good afternoon! Die! Die!"

It moved towards me in the distinctive walking manner of a plastic doll.

"Rashomon."

A long black shadow flashed by, destroying another doll. However, the sound-generating parts of the doll were too small, so most of the time, its curse would not stop.

Along the way, Akutagawa Ryunosuke tore up countless pieces of this stuff. Every time one was torn, sticky blood would gush out, soaking the entire floor. Wherever he passed, it was a road paved with blood.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke walked here for a long time, so long that he could no longer suppress the violence in his heart. Until he saw a doll with broken buttonholes, he recognized which woman carried this item with her, and his murderous intent became stronger.

Anyone who stands in the way of the Port Mafia will be torn apart by him!

"Rashomon!"

The end of the Rashomon revealed a beast's head, one of the blades pierced the puppet, and the other penetrated the door. When he used the Rashomon to remove the entire door panel, he saw a woman sitting on the sofa, writing something with her head down.

He did not act rashly, but just stared at her fiercely, and Rashomon was floating in the air.

"Can you still escape now?"

"Hey, I thought you were going to kill me, like you did a few times before."

The woman raised her head, revealing two button eyes.

"Think carefully, I have no grudge against you. Instead, you attacked me first and then tried to kill me again and again."

The gaps between the buttons flickered, glowing ominously.

"Anyone who offends the Port Mafia will be torn to pieces by me."

Rashomon stopped right in front of her, and could cut off her head with a single mouthful. But she still buried her head in writing, and the rustling sound of her pencil filled the entire space.

"Akutagawa-kun, right? No offense, but what I want to ask is, is the scene outside scary?"

I raised my head and saw him using Rashomon to crush a doll that suddenly appeared behind him into pieces, and asked curiously.

I don't know if this is an illusion, but it seems that the whole world is indifferent to such weirdness. I think if he said that everything is normal and like a joke, I think I can accept it calmly. I don't have to worry about the impact of the buttons I scattered while walking outside. It seems that it doesn't matter anymore.

I'll just be a little depressed for a while, just a little, hmm.

"I have crushed them all, and now you are the only one left alive."

What he didn't say was that he was still tightly wrapped up to prevent the doll with a vicious smile from suddenly appearing in front of him. But it didn't matter, because he survived and their limbs were scattered all over the corner outside.

It doesn't matter whether you are afraid or not, Rashomon will cut everything into pieces.

I ignored his choice of words and said firmly, "Akutagawa-kun is very strong."

Actually, I don't know. I'm already confused. I don't understand what is normal and what is not normal for them. I desperately hope someone can tell me where I should be placed.

I think the whole world is better than me. Even though Nakajima Atsushi is still unconscious, his wounds have gradually healed. I want to hate myself, and I have to write at the speed of a broken hand. I think I wrote too much, but they told me with their own actions that these are nothing.

I could have gone further, but I never dared to.

Akutagawa's answer is my only support at the moment.