The shop owner stared blankly at the dark night, his smile gradually faded. For some reason, he suddenly felt a little palpitated.

When he returned to the store, he saw the gray-black tooth-like skeleton next to the three coins on the table, and for some reason he put it away solemnly.

After cleaning up the dishes, I closed the shop and walked towards home under the dim street lights.

Before leaving, he touched his pocket to confirm.

Then he shook his head helplessly, as if he was becoming a little suspicious.

Wu Heng has now arrived at the 765-meter-high Sanyuan Mountain, the name of a triple-stratified volcano. Many suicides choose to jump from the crater here to end their lives.

This is one of the famous suicide spots in Japan.

But this is just the name on the surface. In fact, it is also an important place to seal the evil god.

Wu Heng has discovered that there are two layers of space under the volcano, just like the layout of Portland, Oregon.

A sealed armored vehicle has quietly driven here.

In the trunk of the car were 12 children under the age of 12. They were the sacrifices to the evil god sealed in the Japanese area.

At the same time, this was also the time of sacrifice when the protagonist group encountered trouble in the plot.

When the hour hand pointed to midnight, the entire night sky fell into complete darkness, without even a trace of dark clouds, as if it had been stained with ink.

The children were blindfolded with cloth and taken to the second underground floor.

There was a disguised classroom.

There were all kinds of strange objects on the desk in the classroom, including old pens, a fortune-telling plate, a VCR, and hair.

A videotape has already been installed in the VCR.

In the working monitoring area on the first floor, a group of short people with Asian faces were standing nervously in front of the monitors.

They all stayed at their respective posts with serious expressions, and were not as frivolous as those people in the sealed area of ​​Portland City.

The leader, an old man with a serious face, coughed and attracted everyone's attention.

He had a very thin face, and was wearing a Japanese kimono, wooden clogs, and a traditional mustache. He looked more like a Japanese ronin.

He was also the only one who was not wearing a suit and not at work.

"Mr. Ito Mizuki, do you have any instructions?" A man in a suit sitting in front of a computer at the front desk immediately stood up, bent over and asked respectfully.

"Ahem, you already know the information from last time."

"That group of stupid Portland District staff, when they were the only ones left, carrying the hopes of the whole world, they failed miserably."

"Although the evil god was sealed again due to unknown reasons, we were saved."

"But this doesn't mean we will be saved every time, so we can no longer count on those Americans. Although we are ranked second to last, we must regard ourselves as the last line of defense."

"Begin the sacrificial ceremony immediately. Another carload of children has also been brought in."

"We must succeed. The Yamato people will be the pioneers in saving the world!"

"Hi!"

"Hi".
There was a chorus of responses, but the middle-aged man tightened the waistband and came to the front of the surveillance camera.

He has already signed a death warrant. If the seal fails this time, he will commit suicide.

However, this group of nervous staff members could not notice that there was a mysterious figure in a windbreaker standing next to them. Wu Heng's hidden existence was beyond their sensory range.

For them, this is an invisible existence.

To a certain extent, this is also a kind of protection for their body. If their senses have evolved to the point where they can detect Wu Heng, but they do not have the corresponding physical body, then their bodies will collapse at the first sight of Wu Heng.

Because there was a special aura surrounding Wu Heng's body at this moment.

Under his gaze, a little girl in a white dress in the surveillance video walked to the podium and pressed the button of the video recorder amid the helpless cries of other children. She felt that there might be some information in it.

The old video recorder started to creak and a gray beam of light was projected onto the blackboard, revealing a black and white picture.

That is an old well.

There are dark woods all around and it is very quiet.

Under the gaze of the children, a barefoot woman in white clothes with dirty black hair covering her face slowly climbed out from the bottom of the well in a twisted posture and crawled towards them like an animal.

"Mom, mom, I want mom."

"Wow, wow, I want my mommy too. I'm so scared."

The children were crying.

However, the crawling figure in the projection did not stop, but continued to move closer. Until it was right next to the blackboard, it actually crawled from the projection into reality.

The little girl, who had an expressionless face but a hint of nervousness in her eyes, actually smiled happily at this moment.

Although she tried her best to act mature, the gap in her mental development still prevented her from thinking like an adult, especially when facing fear.

Children are always somewhat naive.

Although this innocence is somewhat scary, for example, they can kill a life with a smile and without any malice; they can also face terrifying ghosts and treat them as good friends.

Therefore, they did not regard the strange figure with white clothes and face covering that crawled out of the screen as a threat.

"Everyone, don't cry. Maybe we can ask this sister. She might know where our mother is!"

The little girl who turned on the video recorder did not cry, but comforted the other crying children.

"Maybe this big sister can help us." Her words calmed some of the children down.

Their thinking was not mature, and although they felt that the 'sister's' walking posture was a bit strange, they did not think anything of it.

After all, they sometimes like to crawl and walk, such as when playing with sand on the beach.

"Yes, we can ask this sister to see if she can help us." Another little boy who stopped crying said while wiping his tears.

Children have the simplest thoughts. After hearing their calls, the other children saw hope.

"Hello, sister. Where is this place?"

"Sister, you are so pitiful. Did you fall into the well by accident?"

"Your skirt is all wet. Aren't you cold? This is the clothes my mother forced me to wear this morning. Sister, why don't you put them on first? Don't catch a cold, or you will feel very uncomfortable." A child took off his coat and jacket without even realizing that his clothes were too small and did not fit 'Sadako' in front of him.

Children are always susceptible to infecting each other.

Under this misunderstanding, they regarded "Sadako" as their support and savior, and gathered around Sadako.

With eyes full of trust, he waited for Sadako to speak.

Although this 'Sadako' evolved from a bizarre legend due to depraved emotions, she is not the real Sadako.

But in her brain she also has the same virtual experience and the same character.

She had never felt kindness before, but now she was surrounded by 12 innocent faces without any malice or fear. This was a feeling she had never experienced before.

She suddenly felt something cold melting in her chest.

The body even felt the temperature.

However, in the office on the first floor of the sealed area, the staff who were observing the surveillance felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, their faces filled with tension and anger.

I even wanted to rush into the sealed area, kill one of them in one go, and get rid of all the children instead of Sadako. (End of this chapter)

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