Horror/Fear Anime: Starting with a Tomie Hairstyle

Yuji Hirano jokingly refers to himself as a down-on-his-luck novelist.

Because of poverty and lack of money to pay rent, he accidentally arrived in a city called Wujieshi (No Market).

After learning that no one was managing the illegal constructions there, he found a house and added a floor on the roof, a process that took six months.

This led to many arguments with the owner of the house on the first floor.

The house he built was later expanded upon by others, and only then did he truly understand what it meant to be overshadowed.

No wonder the first-floor owner always argues with him.

But life went on peacefully until two months ago, when he started having frequent dreams.

The person in the dream is not him, yet he is seeing the dream world from that person's perspective.

At first, the man wandered around admiring the scenery, but things took a turn for the worse. He followed an old man and killed him in a dark alley.

Hirano Yuji was startled awake.

However, the matter was far from over.

From then on, he would put himself in the shoes of the serial killer every day and kill one person each day.

It's like clocking in.

Later, the murderer saw a beautiful girl, and he changed.

After checking in every day, he would sneak a peek at the girl.

Hirano Yuji learned that the girl's name was Suzaku.

Strangely, he didn't immediately approach the sparrow, but instead moved a little closer each day.

Until the night before last, the killer said to Sparrow, "I've found you."

Regardless of whether the sparrow was frightened or not, Yuji Hirano was frightened.

The killer's confident tone made it seem as if he wasn't saying that the bird had approached in his dream, but rather that he had found the bird in reality.

"Will she die?"

Yuji Hirano was restless, but inspiration flowed like a spring.

He typed frantically while staring intently at the computer screen.

He spent half a month writing, for a very long time. The reason was simple: the beginning of his novel caught the eye of an editor who signed him for a good price.

Once he finishes writing, the royalties he receives will be enough for him to move out of Wujie City and start a completely new life.

"Hehe, hehehe..."

The light from the screen shone on Yuji Hirano's unkempt face, making his eyes gleam.

Suddenly, his expression changed.

"He's coming again!"

In fact, he wasn't writing the novel alone; he was also writing about the serial killer!

Whenever he falls asleep, the murderer sneaks out of his mouth, takes his place, and continues writing his novel.

Hirano Yuji's eyelids trembled uncontrollably.

"Clatter".

His face slumped onto the keyboard.

The scrolling keycaps typed out a line of gibberish—no, a line of text:

I am coming.

"Where to?"

A large hand grabbed a tall, muscular figure and pulled him back.

The murderer was stunned for a moment, and his expression instantly changed from cold and ruthless to obsequious and ingratiating.

"Sir, you've arrived. Please go first."

The demon, with its red skin, exhaled two streams of hot breath from its nostrils and kicked the murderer aside. "Get out of my way, I still need to get through here."

In a room with an identical layout, the Hirano Kumaji from the dream is nothing but an stretched-out skin, drooping in front of the computer desk.

The demon peeled back its skin. "The dozens that passed before me were all this small? Hmph, once I get through, this skin might burst!"

The murderer smiled obsequiously, "Yes, yes, sir, you are the tallest, most imposing, most powerful, most magnificent, and most majestic demon I have ever seen."

The red demon slapped the murderer's head with its large hand. "You're not bad, kid. Anyway, Lord Lucifer and the others are all gone. Once you completely replace that piece of trash, I'll beg Lord Lucifer to grant you a demon body."

"Thank you so much for your guidance, sir! I will dedicate myself to your service until my dying breath!"

The murderer's lips curled into a wide grin, but then he sensed something was wrong. The devil's hand... was it moving lower and lower...?

Faced with a demon whose hand was twice the size of his head, the murderer was stunned. "Sir..."

The devil grinned: "I like this kind of thing..."

"Yamete————"

The serial killer shed tears of remorse, never imagining that simply by promising to help the demons return to the human world, he would... he would...

The demon promised, "Don't worry, following me will guarantee you immortality! I'll even have Lord Lucifer appoint you as a high-ranking official in the mortal realm!"

After saying that, the demon burrowed into the skin.

"puff."

The slight sound brought out a large pool of blood, some of which splattered onto the killer's face.

"S-Sir?"

"So Lucifer has already gone to the mortal realm. Indeed, the cunning of demons should not be underestimated."

"I couldn't find that either; they've covered it up very well this time."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a man and a woman appeared in the room.

Jiuzhi Che looked at the stunned murderer and said, "You're the murderer who chased Sparrow, aren't you?"

The serial killer, still reeling from the shock, stammered, "Is...is that right?"

Hashimoto Yoshi: "Ache, a few demons are coming from over there."

Looking out the window, several demons flew out from the cracks in the ground and headed towards the room.

"Since they're not here, there's no fun in being scared, so it doesn't matter if we make a big fuss or not."

Jiuzhi Che stroked his chin, raised his hand, and the entire house, along with everything around it, was completely obliterated.

The serial killer was completely dumbfounded.

"In dreams, you can really do anything you want."

Although Jiuzhiche can do this in reality, it's not as easy as breathing in his dream.

He has now deconstructed 60% of the curse of resentment, and his control over dreams has reached a senior level.

Hashimoto Yoshi laughed, "Damn their lair?"

Jiu Zhiche: "Flip it!"

The serial killer was terrified that if he made a sound, he would be silenced.

When the murderer saw these two demons, more demonic than demons themselves, arrive at the rift, he didn't dare to breathe.

He only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw them enter the crevice.

"Why is the air I exhale... powder...?"

The murderer looked on in bewilderment as his body gradually crumbled and disintegrated, turning into dust that scattered in the air.

Oh, it's his own powder.

That's fine.

The final image captured his eyes, which flashed with terror and resentment.

"This is hell."

This was Jiuzhiche's first time in Hell. The place was filled with a blood-red hue, and small pools of hellish lava were everywhere.

There was also black, with vast expanses of hellish plants in black as the main color, a hazy sky, and an ominous atmosphere in the air, mixed with the unpleasant smell of sulfur.

Jiuzhi Che frowned.

All the most disgusting emotions in the world can be found here.

"Xiao Jia, there aren't enough demons in Hell."

Looking around, Jiuzhiche only saw one or two demons, the kind that looked malnourished.

Hashimoto Yoshiko nodded: "Indeed, there are far fewer than I saw from Lucifer last time. Ache, come with me."

She noticed a large and complex array in the distance and became somewhat interested.

Along the way, Jiu Zhiche casually eliminated all the demons he saw.

Upon arriving at the array, Hashimoto Yoshimi wandered around with great interest.