Horror/Fear Anime: Starting with a Tomie Hairstyle

Jiuzhiche considered running out the door, but turning his back on the strange creature the moment he arrived was not a wise move.

With so many corpses blocking the way to the gate, it was difficult to run, so they simply ran upstairs.

Because it wasn't just the weirdo who wanted to kill him; he felt the same way.

A certain room.

Jiuzhiche's hands were trembling, and he decisively used a healing ball on himself.

The healing ball is mainly for healing external injuries, but after using it, Jiuzhiche's fatigue symptoms were greatly reduced, and his condition immediately improved.

The entrance to the corridor and staircase.

The strange creature caught up with her. She looked at the shoes at the stairwell entrance, sneered, and climbed up without hesitation.

That damned brat, he deserves to be torn to pieces!

The strange face contorted in pain, covered in burns!

That was the effect of the lime powder, especially on her granulation tissue. When it came into contact with the lime powder, it was severely damaged, and excruciating pain constantly tormented her!

Wait till I catch you! I'll tear your face apart! I'll rip your belly out! I'll soak you in lime water!!!

Three seconds later.

A face, eroded and beginning to rot, reappeared at the top of the stairs.

The strange creature walked into the third floor.

Did he think he could fool her with just a pair of shoes?

I left the shoes on the 3rd floor, thinking I would keep looking for them upstairs?

You wouldn't believe it, I'm on the third floor this time!

You must be on the 3rd floor!

The strange creature wore a twisted and terrifying smile, and deliberately slowed its pace, making its steps heavy.

She wanted to torture him, both mentally and physically, step by step...

2th floor.

As the footsteps faded into the distance, Jiu Zhiche let out a breath.

Staying on the second floor was a risky decision.

But he left his shoes on the third floor beforehand, and then went down to the second floor from the room on the third floor where he had left the bed sheet rope. No matter whether the strange thing was being searched on the second or third floor, he could quickly get to the other floor.

The time she spent looking for him was the time he spent recuperating.

It would be even better if we could wait for the police to arrive.

If you count them up, the number of times the characters in Ito's horror manga have called the police is less than the number of times he has made such calls!

There was no way around it; in his previous life in China, he had developed the habit of "calling the police if something happens."

Although the police here don't seem to be doing much good.

No, it serves to deliver the kills to the enemy.

Jiuzhiche quietly added a sentence.

The air grew quiet.

"Who is it?"

Jiu Zhiche became alert; he heard footsteps.

In the restroom!

"Click".

The bathroom door opened, and a girl wearing a Yunshu University class uniform walked out; her figure looked very familiar.

Jiu Zhiche was surprised: "You are... my deskmate?"

Since I don't know the name, I have to use "deskmate" as a substitute.

The first time Jiu Zhiche saw her face, her overly long bangs covered most of her face, leaving only her mouth and jaw exposed. Just seeing that, his first reaction was that she must be quite pretty.

"Jiuzhi, classmate..."

It was the first time I'd ever heard my deskmate speak.

Her voice had a clear, crisp quality, like a stream flowing over bluestone, leaving a subtle lingering echo in the heart.

The girl's clear and melodious voice was brought to its fullest potential.

Adding a touch of caution in the tone creates a very memorable impression.

Jiuzhi Che hummed in agreement. "You saw it too. Something terrible happened at the hospital. A monster killed a lot of people. You'd better stay here and wait for the police to arrive."

My gaze lingered on his hands, face, and body.

Jiuzhiche sensed it. He looked down and saw his disheveled clothes stained with blood, his face covered in blood, and a blood-stained fire axe in his hand. No matter how you looked at him, he looked like a serial killer.

Thinking of this, he added, "I'm a good person."

His deskmate glanced at him and quickly lowered his head.

"Don't misunderstand."

That sounds more like an excuse!

Jiuzhi Che gave up explaining.

Think what you want.

He then began to rummage through the shoes of the male corpse beside him; they were the right size, and he could put them on.

Beside the hospital bed was the name of the deceased: Kawamata Naruhodo.

Jiuzhi Che glanced at it but didn't pay any attention.

"Jiuzhi, you... don't go out."

Seeing that Jiu Zhiche was about to leave, his deskmate couldn't help but speak up.

"I need to kill the monster's leader, otherwise she'll continue to corrupt women."

This will cause me even more trouble. The key point is that I have offended her deeply.

My deskmate was terrified and stammered, "She...she was terrifying. She brought a group of women...trying to break down the door, but somehow...several of them died, but the last one...was the scariest..."

She suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Jiu Zhiche's forearm: "Jiu Zhiche, let the police handle this, don't go."

This was the first time she had mustered the courage to speak at such a long length, because she didn't want to see Jiu Zhiche's corpse.

Jiuzhi Che struggled slightly, then pulled his arm back and let it hang by his side.

He's a person who has a strong sense of boundaries. Besides, who knows what might happen if he gets involved with a girl whose identity he doesn't know?

The identity here refers to the uncertainty of whether she is human, ghost, or some unknown supernatural being.

"I appreciate your kindness, but are you alright?"

She was the girl who was surrounded by strange beings!

Jiuzhiche recalled the black handprint on the strange entity's arm, and a sense of unease welled up in his heart.

In other words, of the five monsters, only the main monster remained, while the rest were dead.

Did your deskmate do it?

Good heavens, now he looks at his deskmate more like a monster than a monster.

The strangeness was obvious, but his deskmate was still unaware of what was going on.

A suspicious blush rose on my deskmate's face, and his heart started pounding faster.

He cares about her.

He cares about her.

He...likes her?!

Jiu Zhiche couldn't see her expression, but seeing her standing there in a daze, he lost his patience. "It's good that you're alright. Don't wander off."

"I'm fine!" Her deskmate raised her voice, but as soon as the words left her mouth, she realized she was being too agitated. Her fingers unconsciously twisted together, and her heart was filled with anxiety.

He won't... hate her because of this, will he?

Will not.

He wore his father's shoes; if he disliked her, he wouldn't have taken her father's things.

Taking things from her father = acknowledging her = being willing to be close to her!

My deskmate confidently divided the equations, and I felt much better.

But just as she calmed down, she saw Jiu Zhiche open the door to leave, and her deskmate nervously reached out again—

"No, don't die!"

I don't want you to die.

Jiu Zhiche understood what she meant, but his deskmate's behavior was too strange. He turned around, his gaze involuntarily drifting downwards—

A slight tingling sensation was felt where his arm and her palm met.

Misunderstanding Jiu Zhiche's meaning, the classmate quickly let go of his hand: "Sorry, it's safer for us to stay here. That monster seems to be afraid of this room."

Jiuzhiche stared intently at his arm, where a black palm print had appeared.

He glanced instinctively at his deskmate, and vaguely saw a white phantom around her quickly disappear...

Tell me, what's your name?

Under the influence of all these signs, Jiu Zhiche's eyes turned serious, and he posed a soul-searching question.