Horror/Fear Anime: Starting with a Tomie Hairstyle.

Back at the hotel, she browsed through her computer, organized the information on the Black Vortex University cult, the bandaged giant, the bizarre flood, and other events, and wrote a series of news articles, which she then sent to her editor.

Soon, the other party replied that it had been approved and praised her writing.

Add the photos you take, and it'll be published in the next issue of the newspaper.

While organizing the materials, Miura Tomoka saw a distorted face that she had photographed. It was a picture posted at the school by members of the Heartless Cult. At the time, she just thought it might be useful, so she asked Shi Tai to take a picture of it.

It has to be said that pairing this image with the picture definitely creates a powerful impact. As for whether it's too explicit, to be honest, there aren't many restrictions from the authorities in that regard.

They even publish pictures of dismemberment murder scenes!

After looking at the picture for a long time, Miura Tomoka decided to choose this one as one of the accompanying pictures.

The moment the send button was clicked, the head in the picture seemed to curl the corners of its mouth slightly.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Along an inconspicuous street, colorful lights flickered, reflecting on the walls and attracting the attention of children.

The "Sweet" sign is very eye-catching, and what's even more peculiar is that the fragrance emanating from it travels very, very far.

A loudspeaker is hanging outside this mobile ice cream truck:

Children under 8 years old can get free ice cream!

"First come, first served, limited quantity!"

Before long, five or six children gathered around.

The man in the red and white outfit smiled and handed ice cream to each child, watching their innocent smiles and the joy and satisfaction they felt as they ate the ice cream.

The man's smile deepened.

"10 portions."

A child with slanted eyes pushed through all the other children, practically wearing the word "gun" on his face.

The man wasn't surprised or angry; she had been waiting for him every day for the past few days.

"Child, you and your father are nothing alike."

"Huh? Who would look like him? I've never even seen him before."

Aze Qiantan rolled her eyes, picked up a pile of ice cream without ceremony, and left without looking back.

She wouldn't have gone if it weren't for the ice cream filling her stomach; that guy stank horribly.

A little boy brushed past her, and Aze Qiantan frowned, turning back for another look.

White Rabbit Milk Candy?

She remembered that it was this boy who gave her the candy. The candy had some flavor, but not much; it was just okay.

As the little boy went to get his ice cream, Aze Qiantan turned around.

She hasn't been with her brother for a few days; she'll go see him after she finishes eating.

The man in the ice cream truck saw off the last child, his mechanical smile still present.

He lowered the awning over the window.

After all this time, most of his previous efforts have been in vain.

The "jealousy" that remained in the bodies of those who ate ice cream mostly disappeared.

It's easy to understand; only that troublesome human would do something like this to go against him.

but.......

It won't be long.

Do you think you can just make the jealousy disappear?

hehe......

Chapter 239 First Generation Tomie Wanted, First Generation Tomie Ate

As soon as Jiu Zhiche got home, he sensed something unusual.

He remained calm and composed.

After passing through the entrance hall, I found Tomie Ippuku asleep in the living room. I then went to check on Tomie Uzumaki's room, but Tomie Uzumaki had disappeared.

Tomie the little girl isn't home.

He twitched his lips.

"Fu Jiang."

The familiar scent in the air grew stronger.

Suddenly, a pair of hands reached out from behind, smiling, and gently clasped together in front of Jiu Zhiche's eyes.

Her fingertips were icy cold, and her breath warmed the back of his ear.

"Guess who I am."

A soft, melodious voice whispered against her neck, alluring yet unspoken.

Jiuzhiche chuckled softly, "You're finally back."

He grasped her hand and tried to turn around, but was held captive by a slender body, her arms wrapped around his waist, preventing him from moving.

"Walk."

She raised her voice slightly at the end, but it carried a hint of coldness.

Jiuzhiche stopped struggling and followed the other person's guidance, returning step by step to his own room.

"boom!"

The door slammed shut.

A powerful force came from behind, and Jiu Zhiche fell face down onto the bed.

Suddenly, a weight settled behind me.

Something round pressed against his waist and hips.

He deliberately rotated and pressed it down gently.

Jiuzhiche accepted it well, and even joked with the air conditioner, "Are you planning to massage me with your knees?"

"Humph!"

The tone, which should have been a cold snort, softened at the very end, even trembling slightly, as if he hadn't been able to hide his emotions well.

That little bit of grievance still left some traces.

Then came the force applied at a specific location.

The entire weight of the person is on top.

But for Jiuzhiche, this was nothing.

He braced himself with his hand and swiftly embraced the person who was venting her anger.

Direction change —

With her long black hair, she had a taut face, her eyes seemingly devoid of any emotion, yet also as if she had said everything.

Jiu Zhiche stroked her face, his thumb gently caressing the beauty mark at the corner of her eye.

Tomie pressed her fingers against his chest, her nails easily tearing through his clothes and touching his skin.

She didn't blink.

It's like they're thinking about how to dig it out properly.

Jiu Zhiche smiled, a slight tremor running through her body and reaching her fingertips.

She scratched it with her fingernail in annoyance, leaving a small crescent-shaped mark on her chest.

That's confirmed; it'll be quite difficult to break through his skin.

Tomie lowered her eyelids slightly, losing interest.

"Didn't you miss me?" Jiu Zhiche lowered his head, bringing himself very close to her face.

"Yes—" Tomie drawled, a half-smile on her face, "I wonder how you and that imposter were having your way with each other."

After she adapted to the power of the vortex, she saw all of Tomie Uzumaki's memories.

She almost went crazy in the deep sea.

He was so angry he wanted to chop everyone up.

Including Jiuzhiche.

Jiuzhiche realized something, but he wasn't guilty. "You know, my resistance to you has dropped to the minimum. Tell me, how can I refuse you if the conditions are right?"

Tomie raised an eyebrow. "Oh, so you're saying it's because she's so charming?"

However, with an imposter wearing her face and body, no man could resist her.

Apart from this oddball in front of me.

Moreover, he managed to hold on many, many times when the imposter couldn't block out the memories.

Their willpower is undeniably strong.

Thinking of this, Tomie felt inexplicably better.

"Soliciting excuses." Her expression remained unchanged, but a hint of curiosity suddenly flashed in her eyes as she reached out and grabbed the other person.

Jiuzhi Che grunted. Even if the "strong" template was powerful, no one would be 100% certain and confident at this moment.

But he didn't dodge.

Sensing the change, Tomie released her grip. "You're so energetic! How did you manage to hold back?"

Jiu Zhiche was very honest: "Thinking that I will never be able to get out of bed again and will become a juicer, there is nothing that I cannot control."

"Pfft~"

Tomie burst into laughter, her body trembling with mirth, like a scene from a world-famous painting.