Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"What are you?"

The Slit-Mouthed Woman had never seen such a monster before.

What was exposed to the dim light was not human skin, but bright red muscle fibers!

They lay naked in the air like anatomical models that had been skinned, rising and falling slightly with each breath, the outline of their ribcage clearly visible, the muscle fibers gleaming eerily under the streetlights.

This should have been a specimen in a medical laboratory, not a living, talking person.

Why aren't you answering? Am I pretty?

Mrs. Kawabe took a step closer to the slit-mouthed woman, her tone becoming even more aggressive.

"Did you see it clearly? These lines, this texture! I've shown you my entire body, so why aren't you answering me?"

The slit-mouthed woman's pupils trembled violently, and her hideous mouth twitched, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

She has hunted countless times, and the process has long been ingrained in her body's instincts, allowing her to react quickly to any unexpected situation.

However, she had never encountered this situation before.

Compared to the woman in front of me, who is the monster?

Before the Slit-Mouthed Woman could react, Mrs. Kawabe was already completely immersed in her own world. She ran her hand over her bare chest muscles as if caressing the most precious silk, her tone incredibly fervent.

"Look! This is true beauty! Supreme, vibrant, the most primal and authentic beauty! No matter how much ordinary muscles are trained, they can never compare to this muscular physique. Isn't it a pity to keep such a beautiful body covered by skin, never to see the light of day?"

Like a missionary, the skinless woman became more and more excited as she spoke, raising her arms to demonstrate the contraction of her muscle bundles to the slit-mouthed woman.

"madman……!"

The Slit-Mouthed Woman felt completely lost. She was aware that she was a perverted monster, but the woman in front of her was a perverted monster who had no self-awareness whatsoever!

Kawabe family.

The clock on the wall had its hands pointing to 10:10.

After waiting for Mrs. Kawabe for a long time without seeing her, Amamiya Rin yawned, picked up his barley tea, took a sip, and rubbed his sore eyes.

Kawabe Maya sat opposite her, her head nodding, already feeling drowsy. The little boy in her arms had long since given up, his head tilted to the side as he slept soundly, his little mouth slightly open.

"Looks like we won't be able to wait for your sister tonight."

Amamiya Rin stood up, supporting herself on her knees, her bones making a slight clicking sound.

Kawabe Maya was startled awake by his movement, and she suddenly raised her head, her eyes still somewhat confused.

"Oh...are you leaving?"

She quickly glanced at the clock, a look of guilt on her face.

"I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting so long. My sister usually... should be back around this time."

Her voice trailed off, and she realized something was wrong. Her brows furrowed involuntarily, revealing a worried expression.

Her sister went out after shedding her skin. If the skin is left on for too long, the body will gradually lose moisture and eventually become a mummy.

So no matter how obsessed my sister is with the beauty of muscles, she will always go home and put on her skin as soon as possible.

Kawabe Maya looked anxious. Her biggest worry was that her sister might have been caught by a daring person while she was out scaring people.

"I'll go out and look for her, and we can exchange phone numbers. If she comes back, call me right away."

Amamiya Rin's expression darkened slightly. Although he didn't know the aftereffects of the separation of flesh and skin, in this world, accidents always symbolized abnormalities.

After all, Japan is a place rife with ghost stories. There are all sorts of horror stories, like "Yamishibai," "Kakegurui-sensei," and "Kaidan Shinmibukuro." These stories are released season after season, and who knows what kind of ghost story Mrs. Kawabe might encounter while out for a night stroll.

It doesn't matter if she dies, but it's bad if innocent Kawabe Maya and Koki get involved.

"I'm so sorry to have troubled you so much, making you go out so late to look for someone..."

Kawabe Maya quickly and gently placed Xiaoli on the sofa, got up, took out her phone, her face full of apology and unease.

"If you're going to help someone, help them all the way through; if you're going to see someone through to the end, help

Amamiya Rin also took out his phone, exchanged numbers with Kawabe Maya, and then stood up with his cane, stretching his slightly numb legs.

Pushing open the gate to the Kawabe family's courtyard, the cool night breeze brushed against his face, slightly invigorating Amamiya Rin.

He walked slowly along the path he had come from, keeping an eye on his surroundings. At this time of day, the streets of Shimokitazawa were already quite deserted, and the glow of the streetlights appeared lonely in the darkness.

After careful consideration, Amamiya Rin realized that although Mrs. Kawabe was a monster, she was still among the weakest, even weaker than ordinary people.

Since she's going out to scare people, she'll most likely choose some secluded, poorly lit side streets.

Therefore, Amamiya Rin focused on the narrow alleyways between the houses, keeping an eye on what was happening inside.

After walking for about ten minutes, I turned a corner and at the end of another alley ahead, I could vaguely see a figure wearing a dark long coat standing in the shadows by the wall.

She wrapped herself up completely, and looked quite like the description given by Kawabe Maya.

Amamiya Rin's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly walked over.

After undergoing a period of intense training, his physical condition is now comparable to that of fitness enthusiasts who have been working out for many years, and he can walk briskly even with crutches.

Seemingly hearing the sound of the cane striking the ground, the woman in the shadows turned her body and looked over. Although her face was still unclear, Amamiya Rin could sense that there was a strange feeling in her eyes.

You've found the right person!

Amamiya Rin gripped his cane tightly, prepared to subdue Mrs. Kawabe directly and use hypnosis to alter her mind.

However, when Amamiya Rin got closer, she discovered something unusual.

Something's not right!

The woman across from me, wearing a coat, had half her face covered with a scarf, but the other half of her face still had skin!

Did you get the wrong person?

Amamiya Rin slowed her pace.

Am I pretty?

At this moment, the woman who was clearly not Mrs. Kawabe suddenly spoke up. She stared intently at Amamiya Rin, her eyes revealing a stubbornness and urgency, as if she wanted to confirm something or seek something.

Amamiya Rin was momentarily stunned.

What kind of question is this...!

Before the thought even formed, Amamiya Rin's pupils contracted, her steps abruptly halted, her grip on the middle of her cane tightened instantly, her arm muscles flexed, her center of gravity shifted slightly, and her body subconsciously entered a fighting stance.

His current predicament reminded him of a very famous urban legend—the Slit-Mouthed Woman!

Amamiya Rin quickly searched her memory for information about the Slit-Mouthed Woman.

The character is depicted as a woman with a split mouth wearing a mask. She asks passersby if she is pretty. If the answer is yes, she will remove the mask and continue asking. If the answer is yes, her mouth will be cut open. If the answer is no, she will be killed.

The way to escape is to say "hair wax" three times in a row, which will subdue the Slit-Mouthed Woman.