Tokyo: I am the Lord of All Demons!

"The door is unlocked."

"I love you," Shimizu Suzune said softly, and opened the sliding door in one swift motion. Her petite figure was about to disappear into the darkness.

"Hey, wait for me!" Fujita Misaki wanted to follow, but the car's headlights couldn't illuminate the interior of the old house. It was pitch black ahead, which looked very creepy.

She originally wanted to go back and take out a high-powered flashlight from her backpack, but then she remembered that her best friend had already gone inside and there was no time left, so she could only take out her phone and turn on the flashlight for illumination.

There was no time to read the comments. Fujita Misaki walked into the courtyard and entered the old house through the opened sliding door.

Upon entering, a musty smell mixed with a fishy odor hit me, and for a moment it felt like I had stumbled into a thicket full of dead rats.

Fujita Misaki's flashlight struggled to illuminate the room, which was small, only about ten square meters.

The room was empty, without a single piece of furniture; the only thing that decorated the huge room was an open door.

"Lingyin, where are you?"

As she walked forward, preparing to leave the room and enter the corridor, a woman's figure suddenly appeared in the corridor.

Yes, it "flashed" out; in the blink of an eye, it was already standing here.

The woman had disheveled hair and a slightly bloated figure, unlike her best friend. Moreover, she was dressed in white and wore a white triangle on her head, making her look more like a corpse that had just walked out of the morgue.

The stench of a corpse was overwhelming.

The next second, Fujita Misaki's stomach churned, and after holding it in for a while, she finally couldn't hold it in anymore and vomited on the spot.

"Rin-chan, where are you...?"

Unable to find her best friend, Fujita Misaki felt her blood pressure spike, her mind go blank, her vision begin to spin, and she stumbled and fell to the ground, along with her two cell phones.

Just as Fujita Misaki collapsed, a voice as warm as the winter sun reached her ears.

"Misaki, are you alright?"

It's Shimizu Suzune.

She didn't go directly into the room with the sliding door, but instead walked around the old house in the courtyard, studying it.

Unexpectedly, her best friend seemed to have mistaken her for someone else and barged into the room behind the sliding door, which led to this situation.

She quickly helped her best friend up and leaned her against the wall before picking up the two phones.

As soon as she picked up her phone, Shimizu Rin saw her best friend struggling to raise her hand, her eyes staring blankly behind her, her lips trembling as she couldn't speak.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here," Shimizu Suzune reassured her, then looked at the phone broadcasting the live stream and switched from the rear camera to the front camera.

The screen was already filled with comments—

[Run, streamer! Please!]

Fuck! Fuck!

[Evil spirits, begone! Evil spirits, begone!]

Are there really ghosts?

That was a female ghost, wasn't it...?

[A female ghost? Even more excited!]

[Dude in front, you're really hungry.]

[Yeah, what was that guy thinking? I can smell the stench even through the screen!]

[Were the actresses hired beforehand? Would they dare film the ghost's face?]

ghost?

Shimizu Suzune frowned.

She hadn't seen any ghosts or spirits since she came in, but her best friend's unusual behavior and the comments on the screen still prompted her to turn around and look.

Urban legends have descended, and an atmosphere of terror has begun to dominate the live stream and the old house. But if you look at it from a different perspective, a man on the other side of Tokyo is enjoying it immensely.

[Fear +1]

[Fear +1]

【…】

Fear is constantly increasing!

Thanks to the revenue from the live stream, within just a few minutes, the number of "fear" units had increased from a mere twenty to over a hundred!

It's remarkable that just an urban legend can generate so much revenue; it seems that going down the path of live streaming was the right decision.

……

……

There's nothing there...

Shimizu Suzune was quite bold; she turned around directly and didn't see the "ghost" that her friend Fujita Misaki was talking about in the comments.

But looking at the increasingly gloomy and deep ancient house in front of her, she still nervously swallowed a mouthful of water.

Right at that moment!

Suddenly, Shimizu Rin felt something hug her from behind, which startled her so much that her live-streaming phone fell to the ground again.

Chapter 3 The Phantom of the Old House

Shimizu Suzune turned around and found that the person hugging her from behind was not the person from the urban legend, but her best friend Fujita Misaki.

She pushed the other person away forcefully, bent down to pick up the live-streaming phone, and couldn't help but complain, "Misaki, don't scare me..."

Fujita Misaki wanted to explain, but she had neither the strength nor the time to do so, so she could only plead, "No, that's not how it is. Let's leave here, okay?"

"Why don't you go back to the car first?" Shimizu Suzune replied perfunctorily while turning the camera back on herself and her best friend.

Fujita Misaki grabbed her best friend's hand, knelt down, and pleaded again, "Honey, I'm begging you, please come back to the car with me, okay?"

But Shimizu Suzune's attention wasn't on that at all, because the chat in the live stream exploded—

[Wait, where did the female ghost go? How could she disappear in the blink of an eye?]

Oh my god!

Is anyone around there? Call the police quickly!

[Everyone's been fooled! This wasn't a live stream at all; it was a pre-recorded horror film! Didn't you see the streamer never interacted with us?]

[To the person in question: I just called the police, but they said they don't handle this kind of case and will transfer me to a shrine!]

[Don't die, streamer!]

The barrage of comments was so dense it almost covered the entire screen, and Shimizu Rin felt she couldn't keep up and didn't want to watch anymore.

It's worth mentioning that Shimizu Suzune is not unafraid of ghosts, but after being struck by a "fear" at the shrine, her fear of ghosts has long been replaced by courage.

After the fear subsided, all that remained was courage, and this courage stemmed not only from her identity as a priestess, but also from other factors.

Shimizu Suzune's mother died young, supposedly from illness, but she always had a premonition that things weren't so simple.

Urban legends and ghosts have been proven to exist in this world.

This means that many previously unsolved mysteries may have new answers, including her mother's story.

It's a pity. Shimizu Suzune originally wanted to explore the old house more deeply to investigate the ghosts, but her best friend is already scared to death. It would be too much to leave her here alone.

With compassion, Shimizu Rin helped her kneeling best friend up and said softly, "Alright, Misaki, let's go back to the car now."

As soon as he said this, a strange wind suddenly blew up in front of him and slammed the sliding door shut with a "bang"!

"Oh my god!" Fujita Misaki, who was already quite frightened, didn't dare to look at what was happening. She grabbed the hem of Shimizu Suzune's clothes with both hands.

Unlike her best friend's reaction, Shimizu Suzune remained calm. She looked ahead, still holding the live-streaming phone in her hand.

The live stream uses two cameras: an action camera as the main interface and the phone's currently used front-facing camera as a picture-in-picture interface.

Shimizu Suzune touched the action camera with her right hand to confirm its position and make sure it was still working correctly, while shouting forward:

"Who's there?!"

No one answered.

No one will answer.

The sliding door was just a few steps away from the two girls, and Shimizu Suzune turned around and was near the sliding door.

She tugged at the door, only to find it was blocked and wouldn't budge.

"Misaki, don't pull my clothes, it feels weird." Shimizu Suzune whispered to Fujita Misaki, who responded softly and then let go of her clothes.

Next up was Shimizu Suzune's "signature move." She gritted her teeth, rolled up her sleeves, and used all her strength, but the door remained unmoved.

"Strange...it's locked?"

Shimizu Rin took a few steps back, using the flashlight of her live-streaming phone to try and find the "lock" on the sliding door.

There was nothing on the door.

Standing behind her, Fujita Misaki couldn't help but ask with concern, "What's wrong? Can't the door be opened from this side?"

"It seems so, let me think about it." Shimizu Suzune scratched her head.

She had just walked around the courtyard of the old house and found that the house had either sliding doors or glass doors, and the glass door was in the kitchen.

After a moment's thought, Shimizu Suzune realized that this room led to the hallway, and then she could go into the kitchen.

At that time, she will break down the door.

"Misaki, let's go to the kitchen." Shimizu Suzune took a step to the left, preparing to leave the room.

"Rin!" Fujita Misaki quickly called out to her, adding before she could, "I'm scared to walk in the back. Can you let me walk in front and I'll hold your hand?"

“Okay, I’ll cover your retreat.” Shimizu Suzune didn’t mind; she held Fujita Misaki’s hand tightly.

The moment their hands met, a voice, seemingly from hell, a misheard melody, lifeless and androgynous, suddenly rang out—

"Wait a moment……!"

As the sound rang out, Shimizu Suzune could clearly feel Fujita Misaki's hands becoming clumsy and starting to vibrate wildly!

Shimizu Suzune had no time to consider her best friend's fear; she turned around abruptly, still holding her friend's hand tightly.