Two Dolls. Night

"I am just a weakling, but even so, I can bite your neck with Rashomon. Stop struggling and leave me alone."

If Nakajima Atsushi was awake, he would have passed out from anger. Akutagawa Ryunosuke, a man who had no clear understanding of his own strength, always killed everything in front of him in the tone of a weakling, and he thought it was justified. He stubbornly believed that he was not strong enough and could not be recognized by Mr. Dazai.

As long as Dazai Osamu does not recognize him, he will continue to chop up those who are "too weak to live in the world" like a ferocious beast.

"You, weakling?"

My heart sank and I began to believe what he said.

"How do the weak survive in this world?"

Strong people don't appear in large numbers. Even though I have met some, they were just ordinary weaklings.

In the end, I am just a rookie. I sighed and modified the character design I drew in the draft book.

They are all so terribly gentle, I should just have some pity on myself first.

"Kill and be killed, show all your talents, live like a vicious dog."

Just like Izumi Kageka, Izumi Kageka has excellent killing ability, and if she uses it with all her strength, she can become a truly strong person.

Rashomon opened his mouth wide, as if to rebuke me for my procrastination and negligence. His sharp black and red teeth were already simulating a bite.

"...I see. It's about time to go out."

Although I didn't believe it completely, I understood a little bit.

[The puppet lying on the ground twitched and slowly stood up. It picked up the axe in its hand and chopped off the head of the doll that crawled out of the fireplace.]

I think too highly of myself.

[As the axe struck, the doll let out a strange cry, and its eyes revealed a malicious light. It was completely dead.]

That’s right, the day after the corpses were everywhere, there was no disturbance in the city.

[In the end, Weird died at Weird's hands. Vivian picked up the flying axe, took a deep breath, and chopped down the puppet with the axe, no matter how many times the puppet saved her.

It’s best not to leave any weirdness behind. 】

I write ghost stories, but they have no effect at all! There is nothing I can do, they are still not scary enough. I let go of the axe and watched the world in front of me slowly peel away.

Even though the puppet was helping her from beginning to end, its death was already inevitable.

Who told it to be a puppet instead of being a weird one? It cried and cried, and the buttons on its eyes fell off one by one, all stained with bright red. Anna was also crying, and she couldn't understand why the puppet had such an ending.

This is the story of two dolls. 】

"Akutagawa-kun, thank you for your help."

As the world was falling away, I grabbed Nakajima Atsushi's hand and said to him before disappearing, "I understand. I will make good use of my talents."

Rashomon passed through me mercilessly as always, seemingly piercing my body, but it was actually the abdomen of the puppet that had just been restored on my shoulder that was oozing blood.

Humph, I'm not dead, I'm alive, I'm dead again, what kind of horror movie heroine am I? I tapped the buttons on my eyes, feeling a little relieved, but I still asked with hope, "Is it really not scary at all?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke did not answer. Although his face looked ugly, Rashomon's attack still seemed very brutal.

In the eyes of others, he acquiesced, but in my eyes, he was full of the expression "What nonsense are you talking about?"

I almost burst into tears.

The world before his eyes completely collapsed. Akutagawa Ryunosuke looked around vigilantly. It was the alley from before. There was a pool of blood on the ground, which looked extremely strange under the refraction of the street light, but there was no one in sight.

Is it over?

He leaned slightly against the wall, his eyes still showing a fierceness that had not yet faded, like a wolf cub with its fur standing on end.

I have never been afraid...

"Morning--Bang!"

Rashomon slapped the plastic doll that suddenly stuck to him away without even letting him finish a complete sentence. The doll fell in a far corner with one of its arms broken off.

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

The doll was twitching on the ground, with a knife sticking out of its body. Its face was burnt and melted in the moonlight.

I have never been afraid, I just remained vigilant.

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"A large number of plastic dolls have appeared in various places, holding knives and with extensive burns all over their bodies. Once injured, they will bleed and drop blood clots, and then start to attack. It has been confirmed that it is a crime committed by supernatural powers. We suspect that it is closely related to the corpse walking incident a few days ago."

"Dazai Osamu." Sakaguchi Ango turned his gaze to the man with bandages on the other side of the screen and rolled his glasses. "Now only you and Kunikida Doppo have had contact with [her]. Can you recall more specific information?"

They had already done a detailed investigation on this matter, but the valuable content was still shockingly little. An adult with a wide range of superpowers has never revealed any information, which makes people have to doubt the intention.

The most unusual thing is that, apart from the bloody puppets holding sharp weapons and making weird laughter all over the street, everything else is normal. But this is impossible. At this most chaotic time, the enemy will definitely take the opportunity to achieve her goal, and she must not be allowed to succeed.

Dazai Osamu stroked his chin and said slowly: "Although there are still many things that have not been clarified, there is no doubt that she has a strong purpose."

"Purpose? Have you discovered the plan of the mastermind behind this? What is it?"

Sakaguchi Ango was a little surprised and asked after Dazai Osamu finished speaking.

If they can figure out the motive, it will be very important for them to adopt a response plan. Maybe they can even find out who planned all this.

After realizing this, everyone's eyes were focused on Dazai Osamu, except for the bored Ranpo Edogawa.

What? It's such a simple thing, Ranpo-sama has already seen it. Boring people do boring things, and Ranpo-sama will never satisfy her ridiculous entertainment psychology.

Don't even think about scaring Ranpo-sama!

"That's right. When Kunikida Doppo and I were surrounded by corpses, the corpses only threatened Kunikida Doppo and did nothing further. Although the attack tendency of these creatures was obvious, it is undeniable that by the time the matter was resolved, the damage that night was almost negligible."

What do you mean by intimidation? The next day, I was covered in the stink of corpses, which seriously disrupted my future plans! Kunikida Doppo endured and held back before breaking the pen in his hand, ready to listen to what meaningful things Dazai Osamu was going to say next.

"It turns out that all of this was just a prank by a horror enthusiast. Come to think of it, she is a lady with a unique hobby."

Dazai Osamu sighed and received a snort from Edogawa Ranpo.

Kunikida Dopo finally broke the pen.

What on earth are you talking about! This supernatural incident that is happening all over Yokohama is simply defined as a hoax!

Yosano Akiko asked the people present in surprise: "Prank? Is it really that boring?"

Sakaguchi Ango frowned, but before he could say anything, he suddenly saw a piece of charred meat appear in the middle of the table on the screen.

That's not good.

Before he could remind him, the piece of meat trembled, revealing a half-burned face of hatred. A closer look revealed that it was a burnt plastic doll, with its limbs barely stuck together, which was really ugly.

With a snap, a burnt finger fell off, breaking the sudden silence.

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

It began to crawl rapidly, its charred skin leaving a black charcoal trail across the table.

“Ahhhh!!!”

The room was in an uproar, especially Haruno Kirako, whose eyes widened and she felt like she was about to die.

Ango Sakaguchi's hands trembled as he looked at the screen, and he turned around involuntarily. Fortunately, there was nothing.

Watching the puppet moving in front of her, Yoseno Akiko's pupils shrank, and she took out her machete and started to strike.

As a military doctor, she had seen everything and had some resistance to such bloody scenes, so she didn't scream out in fright. But for a moment she still felt her hair stand on end and her stomach churning.

This disgusting scene was indeed suitable for a prank. If she could catch that person, she would definitely let him experience the feeling of being worse off than dead.

Normally, a charred corpse wouldn't bleed much. But as a creature with special abilities, after being stabbed, the blood gate was suddenly opened, and blood gushed out as if it had no end, soaking the entire table in an instant.

“Ahhhh!!!”

Edogawa Ranpo had shrunk back at the beginning, looking at the chaos in front of him with his eyes wider than a hamster's.

I'm not scared! Boring! Boring as hell!

"Blood! Blood! The blood is spreading!"

"The doll is still moving! The severed hand is also moving!"

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

This night left a shadow in the hearts of countless people.

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On the dark street with swaying shadows of trees, a slender calico cat walked quietly by. It tilted its head and looked at the back of a boy about seven or eight years old in front of it, as if wondering why he was still wandering the street so late.

The child came to his senses, revealing a look of bloodshot eyes and bloodshot eyes.

"Meow!!!"

The calico cat let out a scream and ran away quickly.

Hey! What kind of monster is this! It scared me to death!