Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 214 Hehe~ (1+1)

"Click~"

The door is closed.

Tomie Kawakami, dressed in a business suit, white shirt and skirt, turned around and walked down the narrow stairwell step by step.

This former clinic is located in an old residential area. The original second-floor residence was converted into a hospital bed and dispensing room.

As she walked, after passing a screen, a ground-floor hall filled with medicines and counters came into view.

However, there was no one there at the time, and the door was tightly bound by several intertwined ropes and chains.

The decorative, openwork wooden door had several holes, which were haphazardly plugged with metal mesh and wooden boards, making it look both old and flimsy.

However, she didn't care about any of that.

He walked steadily until he reached the dilapidated door, looked up, and nodded slightly at the camera flashing red light diagonally above him.

He then picked up the key beside him and unlocked the chains one by one.

Finally, with a "whoosh" sound.

The thin wooden door, already quite heavy with the blockage on top, was moved open a little, and Tomie, relying on her slender figure, squeezed through directly.

He turned his head to check the direction, then walked towards the deserted street in the distance...

At this moment, on the first floor of the clinic.

Less than half a minute later, a metallic clanging sound rang out as the door lock turned.

Deep inside the first floor, next to the stairs, there was a small room partitioned off from what looked like a warehouse. The iron door opened with the creaking of old hinges.

An elderly man, slightly hunched over and wearing reading glasses, strolled out.

Through the gap beside him, one could see that the room the other person had come out of was filled with various bottles and jars, which looked like prepared medicines.

The old man quickened his pace as he left the small house and arrived at the door, which was slightly ajar.

First, I peeked out and looked around, but I didn't see the person from before.

His eyes darkened, and he sighed deeply.

"Sigh... what kind of world is this..."

After making a remark, he didn't linger any longer.

He laboriously pushed the open door shut, and with trembling hands, he locked the haphazardly tangled chains and padlocks one by one.

After doing all this, he walked slowly back into the small house with somewhat heavy steps.

The door slammed shut.

Silence fell once again in the dilapidated clinic.

……

At this time, the outside world.

The deserted streets were littered with smashed shop windows and trash, a scene of desolation after the riots.

Tomie Kawakami, dressed in clean and tidy clothes, walked at a leisurely pace on the deserted and dirty street.

It wasn't far from the dilapidated little clinic; she had been moving around the surrounding blocks since she came out.

He wandered aimlessly through the narrow, dark, old streets nearby, seemingly searching for something.

As time went by, it grew darker.

Due to a series of previous incidents, many facilities were damaged during the brief riots, including street lighting.

A row of streetlights beside them was knocked to the ground by a car emitting wisps of smoke.

Even at the broken point, sparks were still shooting out, briefly taking over the function of the original streetlight.

The flickering light faintly illuminated the dimly lit street, making it appear somewhat eerie and oppressive.

And such a dark environment.

Snakes, insects, rats, and evil will quietly breed.

With a smile on her face, Tomie turned around again as if searching for something and walked into a dimly lit alleyway.

The long-standing stillness and desolation were suddenly shattered.

"Tap tap—~"

She had just stepped into the short gap between the buildings.

The next instant, a series of undisguised footsteps suddenly rang out in front of and behind him.

Several figures suddenly appeared from nowhere, blocking both sides of the alley entrance and sealing off all escape routes.

The overlapping figures wielding weapons blocked the faint light shining in.

The sound of sticks pounding against the walls on both sides, along with the malicious laughter, seemed to block out even hope.

"Hehe~ Look what I found! A little white rabbit that can't find its way home~"

As the figures on both sides rapidly approached, their faces could only be clearly seen by the faint light filtering through the gaps between the buildings overhead.

The first to speak, in an arrogant tone, was a young man walking at the front, with medium-length blond hair.

Wearing an incongruous cherry blossom-style cloak and carrying a sheathed samurai sword on his shoulder, he swayed as he walked over.

Behind them was a diverse array of people, men, women, young and old, and even their weapons were incredibly varied.

Some were carrying fire axes, machetes, baseball bats, and some were even holding metal poles that had been taken from somewhere.

The only thing they all had in common was the way they looked at the girl in the center; each of them wore a malicious smile or had lewd glints in their eyes, and were filled with excitement.

At first glance, it gives the impression of being a lowly soldier.

But in the dim light, some weapons were stained with patches of dark red.

The pair of eyes, gleaming like those of wolves and hounds, seemed to foreshadow the danger lurking within this group.

According to normal understanding, most of these people should be young people who are on the fringes of regulation.

But looking around, there were some oddly colored, skinny thugs mixed in with them.

But more often than not, they span all age groups, and the only thing they have in common is that they stand together, their eyes gleaming with malice, holding weapons.

If an ordinary person were standing here, they would immediately sense the aura surrounding these people's gazes, the upturned corners of their mouths, and the swaying weapons.

It's a chaotic, primal atmosphere.

Chaos destroys order and stability, but it also fuels other things—violence or evil.

However, even as she faced those malicious gazes, Tomie still wore that smiling expression.

She simply turned around slowly and faced the blond-haired youth who was blocking her way at the very front.

"...Are you...trying to rob me?"

The girl's voice came out, sounding particularly abrupt amidst the chaotic, wicked laughter.

The young man, who appeared to be the leader of these people based on his position, suddenly widened his eyes upon hearing this.

Then a strange smile appeared on his face, he raised his hand and picked at his ear, his tone full of disbelief.

"What did you say? Robbery? Hahahaha~"

They laughed heartily, as if they had heard the funniest joke in the world.

The blond-haired youth laughed so hard he was shaking, clutching his stomach as he turned to look at the chaotic crowd behind him.

Facing his dozen or so brothers, he suppressed a laugh and asked loudly.

"Brothers~ Haha~ I'm dying of laughter! That little bitch said we were robbing her? Do you think we're that low?!"

His shout caused the entire disorganized crowd to burst into laughter.

The sound echoed through the narrow alleyways, harsh and chilling.

"Of course not! Haha~ Our boss always wants it all~"

"She doesn't actually think we'll let her go just because she hands over her money, does she? Huh? Haha~"

A series of malicious taunts came from the gathering crowd.

The crowd laughed wildly, raising their weapons above their heads and waving them around casually.

However, Tomie, who had been standing still without making any move, seemed not to hear any of this.

Only after the blond-haired youth at the front had finished laughing and straightened up to walk towards him did he speak again.

"...Could you...give me your food?"

Her voice was melodious and her tone timid, as if she were greeting an acquaintance on a peaceful street.

These words immediately startled the young man who had leaned in and reached out to grab the girl's clothes.

However, the next moment, realizing what he had heard, his lewd grin instantly turned into a look of rage.

The blond-haired youth felt humiliated.

Just take your hand back.

With a "clang—!", he drew the katana from his shoulder and pointed it at her neck.

The sharp, gleaming blade gently sliced ​​through the skin, and a streak of crystalline crimson blood slowly slid down the fair neck and shoulder.

At the same time, a voice filled with gritted teeth and anger rang out.

"You think I'm joking with you?! You think I'm just trying to scare you?! I've changed my mind!"

As he spoke, the blond-haired youth's gaze swept back and forth between the girl's fair and delicate face and her smooth, long, straight black hair.

They made no attempt to conceal their malice.

He licked his lips and pulled out a crudely made collar from behind his waist; it looked to be made of welded iron chains and wires.

It was thrown at the girl's feet.

"Now! Take this with you! If you behave well, I might give you some food to keep you alive, heh..."

As he spoke, his gaze greedily swept over the thin-armed, defenseless girl in front of him.

Then, under his gaze, the girl glanced down at the collar at her feet, which was still stained with dirt and blood, before looking up at herself again.

Before he could even open his mouth again and utter any threats or intimidation.

The next moment, the other party's actions made the blond-haired youth's eyes widen instantly, his expression full of astonishment.

"Pfft——!"

A sound of a blade piercing flesh.

Tomie took a sudden step forward, meeting the blade pressed against her neck head-on.

In an instant, the sharp samurai sword pierced through the throat and neck, and blood splattered all over the young man's face.

At this moment, the people around suddenly realized what had happened.

Huang Mao raised his hand in surprise, wiped the blood off his face, and then looked down at the head stuck on the tip of his knife.

A few seconds later, he realized what was happening, and a flash of regret crossed his eyes.

"Tsk tsk... What a pity, it's so beautiful..."

As he spoke, he took a half step back and drew his katana.

With a spurt of blood, the girl's body collapsed to the ground with a thud.

A crowd gathered around, some people bent down to take a look, then shook their heads, somewhat disappointed.

They weren't surprised by this; Tokyo had been under lockdown for seven days, during which time order had repeatedly collapsed.

When they gathered together, they encountered quite a few people with strong personalities who had committed suicide.

But one by one, looking at those beautiful faces that had lost their luster, they all shook their heads in regret.

It's like a toy you were about to get suddenly disappearing.

"Never mind, what a buzzkill..."

The blond-haired youth listlessly wiped the blood off the samurai sword from the girl's clothes before sheathing it.

He raised his hand and beckoned to the end of the line, a group of older, shorter people.

"You guys, carry her up. She's still meat, we can't waste her..."

With that, he took the lead and walked towards the alley entrance.

In the shadows there, you could vaguely see several flashy motorcycles and vans.

However, the group of people gradually carried the corpses out of the alley.

Huang Mao got on his modified motorcycle and was about to twist the throttle.

Suddenly, he felt a tickling sensation on his face, like some insect crawling down. "What is that…?"

Muttering to himself, he didn't take it too seriously and reached out to grab it, only to find a soft, dense thing that seemed to be wriggling.

My whole body stiffened involuntarily, and my heart trembled.

With a hint of fear, he realized something and shakily lowered his hand from scratching his face.

He stiffly turned to the side, bringing the unusual part of his face close to the rearview mirror.

The next moment, his own terrified face came into view.

At that moment, on his right cheek, a patch of bright red, unidentified substance was wriggling incessantly.

The rise and fall, like breathing, is what causes the itching.

At this moment, the blond-haired youth saw in the rearview mirror that his face looked like a mass of living flesh wriggling, and it even showed a visible tendency to expand.

The fear in his eyes suddenly intensified.

"How could this be? How could this happen? How could such a monster appear in the safe zone?!"

He growled in disbelief.

But look at that mass of bright red flesh, it's already wriggling, protruding things that look like fine blood vessels, and starting to spread towards the mouth and nose.

I knew I couldn't delay any longer.

As his gaze shifted, he saw the samurai sword stuck in the frame beside him. A moment of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but then his expression hardened.

"Qiang——!"

He gripped the hilt of the sword directly, and the katana was drawn out in one swift motion. He slowly brought the blade close to his face.

The next moment, he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and slashed down with a sharp blade.

"Pfft——!"

"what--!!!"

With a scream, the blood-stained katana clattered to the ground.

Along with it, a mass of writhing, bright red flesh and blood, along with the surrounding skin, fell to the ground with a "plop" at the foot of the motorcycle.

At this moment, the other companions, who had also noticed the anomaly, gathered around.

However, those with sharp eyes spotted the writhing, bright red flesh on the ground and their bodies trembled violently.

He pointed at the ground and shouted in terror.

"Monster! This is definitely a monster!! Is the safe zone no longer safe?!"

Upon hearing this shout, everyone else stopped in their tracks, and fear, as if contagious, quickly spread through the crowd.

A cacophony of voices and shouts rose and fell, and some people even showed fear in their eyes as they backed away step by step.

However, at this moment, the blond-haired youth used a knife to cut off large pieces of his own face, along with the flesh and blood that had somehow attached to it.

He was covering his face with his hand, and fresh blood was gushing out from between his fingers.

With bloodshot eyes, he got out of the car and, looking at the still writhing and swelling mass of flesh on the ground, kicked it away, sending it flying into the shadows in the distance.

"Damn it..."

He cursed angrily, trying to dispel the fear in his heart.

Then he saw his subordinates standing far away, not daring to approach, which made him even angrier.

He walked a few steps toward the crowd, intending to vent his anger on a few elderly, weak, sick, or disabled people.

However, the next second, a sudden uproar and terrified shouts erupted from the crowd, causing him to stop in his tracks.

"Monster! Monster!!"

"help me!!"

Almost the instant the sound was heard, the crowd scattered in a whoosh.

The source of the distress call was revealed.

Upon closer inspection, they were clearly the two "lower-level people" who had been assigned to move the corpses.

Originally, the two of them worked together to lift the body, but now, their faces were filled with fear, and their eyes were wide open as if they were about to burst.

His body was covered with the bright red flesh that had just been cut off by the blond-haired youth.

At this moment, everything is rapidly wriggling, expanding, entangled, and coalescing.

Unlike the young man, who was discovered earlier and in smaller quantities, the two men had far too much bright red flesh and blood clinging to their bodies.

In just a short while, most of the shoulder and neck, which were in contact with the corpse, were covered.

Like some bizarre beehive or anthill, it attaches to the surface of an object, wriggling and expanding.

Under the fearful gaze of the group.

Beside the head of a person, a large, thick mass of flesh and blood had visibly bulged up.

The next moment, a sound like leather tearing came.

The bulge suddenly burst open, revealing a beautiful face with fair skin and jet-black hair.

The smiling corners of her mouth and the slightly upturned beauty mark at the corner of her eye exude a beauty and eeriness that makes one's heart race.

But at this moment, no one dared to harbor any improper thoughts.

This face was so familiar, so familiar that the other person's corpse was thrown to the ground in a panic.

What's even more unacceptable is that this beautiful head grew from the shoulder of a fellow member of the team.

It consisted of only a head and neck, with a large expanse of crimson flesh writhing and thrashing below.

"Haha~"

Finally, as the crowd watched with trembling pupils, the newly grown head seemed to awaken from a dream, its expression suddenly shifting and becoming radiant.

Then he slightly grinned and let out a soft chuckle.

Her voice was clear and melodious, conveying a pure joy and happiness.

What should have been a pleasant, gentle laugh took on a strange, eerie, and terrifying quality in this setting.

While everyone was still in shock, another elderly man who was also responsible for carrying the body encountered a similar situation.

The other person's back bulged out in a large lump, as if it were covered with barnacles.

Then, just like the scene before, a similarly fair, beautiful, and delicate head emerged at an angle.

Her long, ink-black hair cascaded down, and along with it emerged a slender, delicate arm as white as a lotus root.

As the two struggled, it swayed back and forth in the air, so exquisite and perfect that it resembled a work of art.

As the wriggling flesh proliferated and expanded, most of the two men's heads were already covered.

Its mouth and nose were covered by bright red flesh and blood, and it could no longer scream. It could only whimper and look to its companions around it for help with pleading eyes.

The ever-increasing pile of flesh and blood pressed the two of them to the ground, and then more things emerged from the swollen flesh and blood.

Against the backdrop of the expanding, bright red flesh, the cascading black hair and fair skin of the limbs, which seemed to sprout from tiny grass seeds, were particularly striking.

And every face was so exquisite and beautiful, with a gentle smile on it.

When it meets the terrified gazes around it, it lets out a clear and pleasant laugh.

"Haha~"

"Haha~"

"Haha~"

"..."

During this process, the scarlet flesh and blood wriggled faster and grew more rapidly.

Not everyone tried to escape from here, to escape this nightmarish scene.

But soon, people noticed that the tiny specks of blood on the people around them, and on their own clothes and skin, began to slowly wriggle and rapidly expand.

Ultimately, under the watchful eyes of the people, it grew into crimson flesh and blood identical to that of the two people.

By the time they realized something was wrong, it was already too late.

The resilient flesh and fascia, like strands of mycelium, bind the crowd together in fear.

Tomie, who grew out earlier, has now sprouted most of her body.

They had already stretched out their arms, like twisted centipedes, and were crawling rapidly across the ground with the human "rocks" they were clinging to.

Its densely packed limbs swayed, and its beautiful head wore a faint smile, emitting bursts of silvery laughter.

"Hehe~hehe~hehe~hehe~hehehehehehehehe~hehehehehehehe..."

Dozens or even hundreds of voices overlapped and intertwined.

Soon, the trapped and desperate crowd heard the same soft laughter.

In the corner of my field of vision, I caught a glimpse of smooth, black hair swaying in the wind.

This bizarre scene makes one want to abandon everything and follow their heart to escape.

And that's exactly what the blond-haired youth did.

Because he was the first to notice the anomaly, and he wasn't standing with the crowd.

Upon noticing these strange changes, which might be related to the girl's blood, he quickly took off his clothes and threw them far away.

He then disregarded everything and turned to run towards the street in the distance.

Once the hellish scene behind him had faded into the distance and the soft, bell-like laughter had escaped his ears, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ignoring the blood still gushing from his face, he found a dark alley and disappeared into it.

Instantly, a wave of weakness washed over him from the fear that had gripped his body, causing him to collapse against the wall.

He was breathing heavily, his face pale, as if he were trying to exhale his lungs.

He didn't know how far he had run, whether it was a few hundred meters or a few thousand meters, but he had escaped that block.

Because this area is an old residential area, there are many streets and alleys, which is why these people chose this location to operate—it is secluded and familiar.

Only by sitting in this dimly lit alley can the blond-haired youth feel a sense of security.

After resting for a while, I caught my breath.

Recalling the scene just now, I couldn't help but shudder, my face filled with lingering fear and a sense of relief.

"...Thank goodness...I reacted quickly and ran away..."

Just as he was sitting on the ground, talking to himself, a sound of footsteps came from the other end of the alley in the distance.

This startled him, and he looked up with some wariness and suspicion, searching for the source of the sound.

Upon closer inspection, a petite figure shrouded in shadow came into view, which put the blond-haired youth at ease.

As long as it wasn't another rival gang and he was alone, he was still somewhat confident.

As the footsteps approached, the figures gradually became clearer in the dim light.

The wary look in the blond-haired youth's eyes gradually froze on his face.

The newcomer was dressed in a spotless white shirt and uniform skirt, with long, smooth hair that reached her waist, as black as ink.

Beneath her delicate, fair skin, her pretty features wore a gentle smile, and a beauty mark at the corner of her eye subtly twitched.

"you……"

The blond-haired youth, his voice trembling and his face filled with fear, slowly rose and retreated step by step.

The girl opposite him seemed completely oblivious to his actions.

Instead, he spoke, using a clear and melodious voice to ask a question that he was very familiar with.

"...Are you...trying to rob me?"

"...Could you...give me your food?"

At this point, the blond-haired youth could easily see what was going on.

He backed away to create distance, then turned around and prepared to run out of the dark alley.

But what came into view was a petite figure emerging from the alleyway on the other side of the street.

Under the glow of a streetlamp, she wore a spotless white shirt, a uniform skirt, long, black hair reaching her waist, and a prominent beauty mark.

And when I saw him, after making eye contact with him, I would have a faint smile and ask him timidly.

"...Are you...trying to rob me?"

(End of this chapter)