I'm a teacher in Tokyo!

The scene was not as brutal as the previous branch church.

At the branch church, blood had pooled on the ground, and there were severed limbs everywhere; the ceiling, the floor, and the walls were covered in people.

Here, everyone dies with extraordinary tranquility.

But this only made Yoshizaki feel that it was even more terrifying than the church, because the deaths were so inexplicable, as if they had died inexplicably in a dream.

Yoshizaki walked to the front of the projector and discovered that the tape inside had automatically rewound, without him having to rewind it himself.

He put the cassette tape away and tucked it into his pocket.

"Are you ready?"

Qinzi asked from outside the house.

"All right."

A moment later, the police entered and carried all the bodies out for inspection.

A little while later, they came to report the autopsy report;

"All of them died of heart failure, and the time of death was within 12 hours. Furthermore, a residual image was found in their pupils, which looked like a hand."

"Furthermore, one of the corpses is very strange. After examination, it was found that the time of death was more than a week ago, and the bone age of the body was already 100 years old. The internal organs in the abdomen had all degenerated. The cause of death is unknown."

"Based on his physical structure and the degree of degeneration of his internal organs, he should have died decades ago. Furthermore, we found corroded plastic and hair in the deceased's throat, and a semi-rotten infant skull in his stomach."

skull?

These words jolted Yoshizaki Kawa into a daze. He said to Kotoko, "It's probably the skull of that poor child. Give it to me."

Kotoko knew what Yoshizaki was doing, and nodded. She picked up the skull that was in a plastic bag, and the next moment, her brows furrowed slightly.

"Where did the soul go?"

"Report: The remains of an infant were found in the abdomens of the other four people; these include hands, feet, and torsos."

“Apart from the missing left hand, this should be the same person’s body.”

Even the most experienced forensic pathologist was shaken to his core, utterly shocked, and speechless for a moment.

What kind of evil cult could do such a thing?

Kotoko, however, opened each bag with a very unpleasant expression and examined them carefully.

A moment later, she walked up to Yoshizaki Kawa, sighed, and said, "The souls in all the bodies have disappeared. That child may have had his soul taken away along with these guys."

These words struck like a bolt from the blue, leaving Yoshizaki Kawa stunned for a long time.

What happens to a soul stolen by a videotape?

Will it be completely destroyed, or...?

Yoshizaki felt a strange sadness in his heart. He felt that this child should not have ended up like this. He had already suffered so much since birth, and in the end, he couldn't even gather his soul. That was really too unfair.

"Everything is predestined, and nothing is up to us. Besides, human strength has its limits. Yoshizaki, take it easy."

Kotoko had seen many such things, she comforted her.

This world is inherently unfair; the idea that evil will be punished and good will be rewarded is nothing more than self-comfort.

A rope always breaks at its thinnest point, and misfortune always finds those who are destined for misfortune—this is the truth of this world.

For those who are fortunate, any hardships they encounter in life are merely a seasoning to their lives.

For those who are destined for misfortune, even the so-called "minor suffering" is enough to completely destroy them.

And this child is a person with a tragic fate.

Whose fault is it? It's just bad luck; that's the cruel reality.

"There will be a way. I'm going to go back and watch the videotape again to see if I can find a solution."

Yoshizaki said in a very firm tone.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 156 Kayako and Tomie, Let the Teacher Hug You (4K)

Chapter 156 Kayako Tomie, Let the Teacher Hug Me (4k)

Junichiro Yamada, or rather, the evil spirit named Junichiro Yamada, learned of this information while inside the room.

He then realized one thing: even if Higa Kotoko was indeed a powerful woman, she alone was absolutely incapable of creating such a world.

As a vengeful ghost who descended from hell through the gates, after learning about the rules of this world and the fate of those believers...

He then realized that this world could not have been built by Kotoko alone.

unless--

"It's the power of the gate, Kotoko. Have you fallen so low as to use its power? Heh, no wonder your power was so strange when you banished me, so strong that it gave me a feeling of being invincible."

Junichiro Yamada's gaze shifted constantly, and there was even a hint of fear deep in his pupils. As a demon from hell, he knew all too well just how terrifying the "door" truly was.

If this world is made up of the power of doors, and there is no way to break the deadlock, I will really die here.

Even his so-called trump card, which he claims to have unleashed, could never possibly destroy this world.

"It is now known that the three evil spirits each have their own rules. You need to gather the three items, join the Ouija board game, enter the so-called examination room, and only by passing the test can you leave this world of rules."

Heavy footsteps pounded on the ground. Peeking through the gap under the bed, all I could see was pale skin covered in blood, and at my feet, there was even a piece of flesh whose owner I didn't know.

Even their heartbeat and breathing were suppressed.

The stronger the malice and the deeper the hatred, the more terrifying its power will be.

Before the man could even catch his breath, he suddenly felt a light tap on his shoulder.

If I'm discovered, I'll die.

After an unknown amount of time, as the surrounding lights dimmed, hurried footsteps sounded, each step feeling like it was pounding on his heart. In his agonizing fear, the terrifying figure finally left the place.

He stopped abruptly, his gaze fixed on the front. At that moment, a young girl with blood-stained clothes and a knife in her hands slowly raised her head. Her beautiful face, illuminated by the moonlight, was expressionless, like that of a dead person. Upon seeing the man, she slowly raised her knife.

Hate, isn't it? But even this hatred has its limits. What Junichiro Yamada saw in that twisted shadow just now was a bottomless abyss of malice.

"This is not my fear, it is the fear of this body."

The passionate words he had spoken before still echoed in his heart. On the edge of life and death, he rediscovered the excitement he had felt as a human being.

Even though countless fears seemed to be devouring him like demons, Junichiro Yamada's gaze remained calm as still water.

will die--

Ever since he saw that figure, he felt his mind trembling; even in hell, there was no such pure malice.

Taking photos... In the previous information, it should have been about taking photos of oneself, so why is it about taking photos of it by oneself?

Do you want to agree?

This is not a simple question; it is a choice that puts one's life on the line.

The girl raised her hand, holding half a male head in her hand.

"tread,"

Thinking of this, he vanished in a flash, running at an extremely fast speed through the stairwell.

He shuddered, turned around, and behind him, a girl with empty eyes and a blank expression gave him a chilling smile: "Could you take a picture for us?"

At this moment, he finally understood why breaking the rules meant certain death: the power of a demon came from malice and hatred.

"Also, in this world, people forget their own names, so you must remember your own name in order to successfully participate in the assessment."

However, all hatred and malice are limited. For example, you help someone and save their life, but they turn around and kill you.

Junichiro Yamada felt a sense of relief. He immediately rolled over and stood up from under the bed, looking towards the corridor.

It was terrifying; he had never seen such a pure curse.

"You, don't want to?"

Do you hate it?

Without leaving any room for compromise, it is pure malice born of destruction and curse.

"Currently, I have an English book, but I'm still missing a portrait of Yoshizaki Kawa and some glasses."

He then kept one sheet of paper in a drawer and another in his pocket.

"tread,"

The corridor lights came on, and all was quiet again, with the moon hanging high in the sky outside.

Even after the figure slowly walked into the room and disappeared, Junichiro Yamada's heart, which had been pounding in his chest, could not be put at ease for a moment.

He bit his finger and wrote his name on two blank sheets of paper: "Remember, your name is Junichiro Yamada."

The thought seemed to run wild, repeating itself over and over in my mind, and fear began to grow uncontrollably.

"We have to follow the rules."

"tread,"

According to those documents, this is a rare period of peace, and I must take advantage of this opportunity to find those three items.