Starting from the folklore forum, making up town objects

Chapter 221: Death of Hanako

Bang!
The door was slammed shut.

In a basement, an old woman with a gloomy face walked into the dark room.

Although he was a human, his half-open eyes lacked any of the warmth that a human should have.

"Is the training done?"

In the room, a drunk man was eating peanuts and sipping wine from his glass.

When he saw the old woman come in, he asked with a smile.

"Drunk, if something like this happens again next time, you can leave on your own."

The old woman's words made the drunkard chuckle.

"I killed one and gave you two as compensation, so you made a profit."

"Besides, it's not like there haven't been deaths before. Don't companies have a loss indicator now?"

The old woman sneered.

"Attrition index? Haha... Drunkard, I'm warning you one last time. If you kill one more person and you don't leave, I'll have someone from above take you away."

The drunkard's face froze, and he said awkwardly, "I know, I know, it's just a trivial matter..."

The old woman snorted coldly and said no more about it.

"Where did you burn the clothes I asked you to burn before?"

The drunkard's eyes rolled around as he tilted his head back to drink, and when he lowered his head, they had returned to normal.

"Didn't you say to burn it in the cemetery and bury it on the spot?"

"Well, just bury them. We can't keep the things of those dead guys."

There was a hint of disdain in the drunkard's eyes, but he was too lazy to say anything more.

Shaking the bottle, the drunk stood up and said, "I'm going to go outside to buy some wine, and by the way, I'll check if there are any bad kids who don't go home so late at night, hehe."

The old woman frowned, "Don't mess with anyone over 13 years old when you look like this."

"What's wrong with me? Not to mention a 13-year-old, even an 18-year-old can't do anything to me!"

As he spoke, the drunkard even demonstrated a move.

"Drunken Fist, you know?"

Seeing that the old woman stopped talking, the drunkard opened the door and walked out staggeringly with his hands behind his back, as if he had won a battle.

Outside the door was a dark corridor with iron doors on both sides.

There is a food delivery opening at the bottom of the door that can be opened from the outside, and there is also an iron fence above it that can be opened from the outside so that you can observe inside.

Every time a drunkard passed by an iron gate, he would kick it.

The drunk felt very comfortable listening to the screams of fear inside.

boom!
After kicking the iron gate again, the drunk continued to walk forward, but after two steps, he stopped.

Because the sound he wanted to hear did not appear.

He stepped back and kicked the iron door again, but still no response.

The smile on the drunk's face became distorted.

After looking in the direction of the old woman, he took out the key from his waist and opened the door.

Once inside, he quickly closed the door.

After locking the door, he looked at the dark figure curled up in the corner of the room.

"Sleeping? Hehe..."

brush!
The drunk pulled out his belt and walked away.

"It seems you forgot about my belt. How dare you not scream!"

Walking up to the dark shadow, the drunk man threw his belt away.

A muffled sound was heard, but the black shadow remained motionless.

The drunk laughed, dropped the end with the belt buckle, pulled his arm back, and swung it violently.

Bang!
A blow even stronger than the last one hit the dark shadow, and the feeling of the blow made the drunkard tremble with excitement.

Just as he was about to hit for the second time, he suddenly thought of something and his face changed.

"This guy...isn't he going to die?"

If he died, he would really have to take the blame.

Remembering what the old woman had just said, the drunk man panicked and squatted down to check the situation of the black shadow.

But before he could touch the black shadow, he saw it move.

While feeling relieved, the drunkard was also annoyed.

"How dare you scare me!"

As he said that, the drunkard suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the other person's head.

But when he caught it, he felt something was wrong.

The hair doesn't feel like this, it's more like some kind of fur.

fur?

As the drunkard was confused, the dark shadow curled up in the corner began to slowly stand up.

The drunkard's head began to slowly rise as the black shadow stretched.

After a few breaths, the drunk looked up at the figure in front of him who was almost as tall as he was when he stood up, and stood there in a daze.

Then, a dark object reached out to him.

The drunkard saw clearly and sobered up.

Because, it was a dog's head that was bigger than his head!
The smell of urine wafted out, and the drunkard fell to the ground and slowly crawled backwards, still mumbling something.

But soon, a claw pressed down on his left leg.

Click!

"what……"

The drunk screamed in pain.

Unfortunately, these rooms were soundproofed when they were built, and it is impossible to hear what is going on inside unless you stand outside the iron door.

This is also the reason why the drunkard dares to attack the "sheep" inside as soon as he enters the room.

But now, this soundproofing measure that he loved the most has become his nightmare.

Cracking sounds kept ringing in the room. The drunkard's limbs were broken one by one by the big dog. The drunkard fainted due to the pain and woke up again due to the pain.

After repeating this several times, the drunkard's expression became dazed.

"Kill me...kill me..."

The drunkard kept mumbling to himself.

As if obeying his will, the big dog's head hovered above his head and opened its mouth wide.

But the drunkard's imagined relief did not appear. Instead, a piece of rag fell from the big dog's mouth and landed on the drunkard's face. It was just a piece of rag, but it was extremely cold, and the drunkard was sobered from his trance.

The drunk didn't know why, but he knew that the big dog seemed to have let him go.

Click.

The door opened and closed again.

The drunkard was the only one left in the room.

After being stunned for a long time, the drunkard finally endured the pain in his limbs and struggled towards the iron gate. He wanted to find the old woman and ask for help!
As long as the old woman contacts the people above, she will be able to save him, definitely!
The drunkard endured the pain and approached the iron gate little by little.

"Woooo..."

Suddenly, a cry was heard and the drunkard's body froze.

But half a minute passed and the drunkard didn't hear the second sound.

Perhaps, this was an auditory hallucination after he was injured.

The drunkard thought so and continued to crawl towards the big iron gate.

"Woooo..."

The drunk turned his head suddenly and looked around the room with difficulty.

Then he saw the child curled up in the corner

The drunk wondered.

The room was clearly pitch black, but why could he see clearly that it was a child?
In a trance, the drunk gave up crawling towards the big iron gate, twisted his body hard, and turned towards the corner where the child was.

He wanted to see that kid's face!
This is very important to him!
Even he didn't know why it was important.

It took more than ten minutes for the drunkard to finally reach the child, sweating profusely.

He turned his head to try to see the child's hidden face, but the child hid it so tightly that he couldn't see it.

"Lift your head up for me!"

In agitation, the drunkard suddenly shouted loudly, and the child's body shook.

There was a ferocious look on the drunkard's face.

"Keep your head up!"

As the second sentence came out, the child's face finally raised up.

The drunk looked at that face with excitement, and then the excitement on his face disappeared, replaced by endless fear.

"It hurts...I hurt so much..."

Looking at the scratched face and listening to the words coming out of the other person's mouth, the drunkard's face was filled with horror!

He wanted to escape, but he had no ability to do so. He could only watch the child raise his head, slowly crawl towards him, and whisper in his ear.

"Can I exchange faces with you?"

The drunk screamed and twisted his body to try to escape.

But no matter how he twisted, the distance between those small hands and his face was getting smaller and smaller.

Soon, the little hand touched the drunkard's face.

Her nails scratched across his face like a blunt knife.

Blood gathered at the tip of the chin.

The ticking sound echoed in the room endlessly.

……

Wow.

A page of the thick account book was turned over.

The old woman Yu Huaying scanned the names on the account book with her half-open eyes.

Behind each of these names is a broken family.

But in Yu Huaying's eyes, the monetary figure behind her name is her focus.

"We've only sold five this month. The older ones are getting harder to sell. We'll have to focus on those under 13 in the future."

Yu Huaying said indifferently.

Call ~
Wow~
The sudden wind blew the pages of the account book.

Yu Huaying frowned and turned around, and found that a gap had appeared in the big iron gate behind her without her noticing.

Thinking of the drunkard's appearance when he left just now, a gloomy look appeared on Yu Huaying's face.

Walking over and closing the door, Yu Huaying returned to the table.

Just as she was about to flip back to the account book, she saw a piece of rag on the page that was currently open.

I picked up the rag and took a look at it. It seemed to be some clothes that were not burned cleanly.

Suddenly, Yu Huaying thought of something.

A hint of anger finally appeared on that expressionless face.

"It seems that I am too nostalgic, hehe..."

Throwing the rag aside, Yu Huaying continued to turn the pages, but just after turning a page, she saw another rag.

Frowning, he took it out and threw it away, then Yu Huaying turned the page again.

But when she saw another piece of rag on the next page, the expression on her face finally changed.

Yu Huaying slowly took his hands off the account book and took out a flat ornament about half the size of a palm from his clothes.

The decoration looked like a human face that had been spread out, with all the facial features, but the eyes, nose, ears, and mouth were all sewn up.

Without any hesitation, Yu Huaying slapped the human face ornament around her neck on the account book.

After it came into contact with the rag, a hissing sound was heard, and a cold aura surged out of the account book, and was then all sucked into the human face decoration.

Yu Huaying reached out and flipped a few pages again. Seeing that all the rags in the account book were gone, she put away the things in her hand.

"Humph, even death won't bring peace..."

Bang!
Closing the account book, Yu Huaying's eyes flickered.

"Looks like we can't stay here anymore. It's just right. Let the drunkard stay here alone. This saves me from having to report him... Hehe."

Yu Huaying stood up with a forced smile, took the account book and turned to walk towards the door.

But when she opened the door, what appeared before her eyes was not a corridor, but a large black dog squatting and completely blocking the door.

Looking at the big dog's scarlet eyes, Yu Huaying slowly reached into his pocket, then took out the human face ornament in a flash, and slapped it on the forehead of the big black dog with a ferocious look on his face.

"Get out of here!"

A shrill shout rang out in the basement.

But after a while, the black dog was still squatting at the door unharmed!
Apart from his eyes becoming a little redder, there were no other changes.

……

(End of this chapter)