Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

It didn't gradually decrease; rather, at a certain instant, all the wind disappeared simultaneously.

The leaves stopped rustling, the withered leaves on the ground stopped rolling, and even the calls of some distant bird that had been there all along came to an abrupt end.

The entire forest fell into an absolute, vacuum-like silence.

Then came the sound of footsteps.

Footsteps came from deep within the woods behind the cliff.

One pause, followed by a three-second interval.

Another shot, three seconds later, then another shot.

Each step felt incredibly heavy, as if some enormous thing was treading on rotting leaves and soft soil, each foot sinking deep into the ground and then being pulled out.

The director heard it too.

He looked up, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly, and peered in the direction from which the sound came.

"Who's there? We're filming, please leave!"

Shen Jue saw it all, but remained outwardly calm, though inwardly he was speechless.

However, upon further reflection, he realized that this did indeed align with the behavior of those extraordinary beings in Junji Ito's world.

Upon hearing such a noise, a normal person would have turned tail and run, jumped into a car, and fled without looking back.

This dedicated director, upholding the ethics of an artist, only shouted loudly in the face of such a strange sound, which was already quite considerate.

Shen Jue even had a faint worry that he might do something extraordinary by sneaking into the depths of the forest alone to investigate the anomaly.

But no answer came from inside the woods.

The footsteps continued.

And it's getting closer and closer.

The cameraman in front of the monitor suddenly stood up, his face as white as paper.

His hand trembled as he pointed at the screen and said fearfully, "Director Tamura...you...look."

The monitor footage, which should have only captured the cliff and the actors, now showed something else at the edge of the frame.

One arm.

An arm reaching out from behind a tree.

This is not a normal person's arm.

Because this arm is just too long.

From shoulder to fingertips, it is estimated to be at least nearly three meters long.

The skin on his arms had a grayish-white, water-soaked leather-like texture, with loose, layered wrinkles. The knuckles at the joints were disproportionately large, protruding outwards with sharp angles.

There are five fingers.

Each finger is excessively long, with disproportionately long knuckles, as if someone had randomly pieced together three fingers of different lengths.

The fingernails were black, thick and rough, with jagged edges, and covered with dirt and some kind of dark brown, dried, lumpy substance.

The hand pressed against the tree trunk, and the five fingers slowly, one by one, closed up and dug into the bark.

The bark made a crisp cracking sound.

The entire crew saw it.

What you see on the monitor, or what you see when you turn your head.

Everyone remained in their original positions, as if frozen in place.

The director opened his mouth, and a short, choked sound came out of his throat.

A young actress's knees buckled, and she knelt on the ground with a thud. Her lips trembled violently, but she made no sound.

The photographer is backing away.

He walked slowly, as if afraid of disturbing something.

But his eyes were fixed on what was moving behind the tree, and in his pupils, dilated with fear, he saw a figure standing up.

That person stood up.

He stood up from behind the tree.

She's too tall.

When she stood up completely, her head was higher than the thickest horizontal branch on the tree trunk, which was estimated to be nearly four meters high.

The arms that supported her as she stood were longer than her body.

This ratio is incorrect.

The silhouette of a giant human, nearly four meters tall, with arms over three meters long, trailing at the sides of the body, and fingertips almost touching the ground.

She stood in the shade of the tree, so her face was not visible.

But you can see the outline of her face: her face is very thin, abnormally thin.

But her shoulders were very broad, the angles of her bones supporting her skin, and then they narrowed sharply downwards, her waist so thin it looked like it had been constricted by something.

The person looked like a human figure barely held together by rags and a skeleton, so disproportionate it was nauseating.

A faint smile appeared on Shen Jue's face; he had indeed been searching for this item for a long time.

The creature before them, which barely retained the outline of a human female, was none other than the anomalous being, the female model, Fuchi, from Junji Ito's story "Fashion Model".

Yuan possesses a special mental ability.

Before she selects her prey and prepares to eat, the person she has been targeting will be gripped by an indescribable and extremely strong sense of foreboding.

It wasn't ordinary fear, but a kind of tremor that spread from the depths of consciousness, an untraceable shudder, as if something was already standing behind you, but you couldn't see it no matter what you did.

Then, Yuan would approach the target under various pretexts, kill him, and devour him.

Relying on this ability to silently infiltrate at the spiritual level, she was able to remain hidden in human society for a long time.

Just over half a year ago, Yuan was still active in the Japanese modeling industry.

Her extremely tall, almost deformed figure, coupled with her unique features and unusual bone structure, is seen as a flaw by ordinary people, but in the fashion world, it is interpreted as a kind of "extraordinary personality".

She mingles between the catwalk and the camera, treating the order of human society as the safest hunting ground.

However, after Shen Jue returned from the white space for the first time, this monster with psychic abilities seemed to sense the presence of some kind of natural enemy.

Without hesitation, she abandoned the identity she had cultivated for so long and plunged into the deepest part of the mountains and forests, never daring to show her trace in human society again.

Yuan's face was originally quite beautiful: large eyes, thin lips, oval face, high nose bridge, and fair skin. However, he was extremely thin, and the bone structure of his cheekbones and jaw was clearly visible under his skin, giving him a sickly, gaunt appearance.

Now, Yuan's once delicate features look as if they have been crumpled and carelessly spread out. The direction of his bones is twisted and displaced under his skin, and his flesh hangs loosely on the misaligned skeleton. His entire face has completely collapsed into a kind of ugly and monstrous appearance.

Long-term life in the mountains and forests made Yuan more like the ghosts and monsters in the legends of the Japanese islands.

"What the hell?"

I don't know who shouted it first.

The sound was like flipping a switch.

Yuan stirred slightly.

It's not about leaving.

It's a pounce.

Those three-meter-long arms slammed onto the ground, their five fingers spread wide and plunging into the soil.

Then, like a giant arthropod, she flung her entire body forward, using her arms as support.

Yuan's legs are also extremely long, but his movements are completely different from his arms.

Her arms were responsible for gripping the ground, pulling, and propelling her forward, while her legs dragged loosely behind her, and the angle at which her knees were bent was different from that of humans, more like that of wild animals.

The abyss is running on all fours.

But those were not human four legs.

Yuan's arms moved forward alternately, each landing with a heavy thud, the palm prints of his five fingers deeply embedded in the soil.

Yuan was moving too fast, so fast that the camera lens couldn't keep up, and could only capture a grayish-white shadow moving in the shadow of the cliff.

"Run!" the director finally shouted.

But it was too late.

Yuan rushed to the light technician closest to the cliff almost instantly and then made a gesture.

She opened her mouth.

Yuan's chin drooped down to an angle that no human could possibly achieve.

The skin and muscles on both sides of the cheeks were torn and stretched like rubber, making a wet tearing sound.

The cleft at the corner of the mouth extends from below the left ear to below the right ear, revealing what's inside.

It was a series of teeth, spiraling inwards like a shark, extending from the lips to the depths of the throat.

Some of those teeth were worn down, while others were still sharp and fresh.

They are arranged in layers on the inner wall of the mouth, contracting in circles and extending all the way to the unseen depths of the throat, like some kind of terrifying version of an inward-growing vortex.

The lighting technician didn't even have time to scream.

The mouth was aimed at his head.

Kirie remained standing in the same spot.

She thought she would close her eyes.

But she didn't.

This is an instinct that Kirie developed over many years of living in Black Whirlpool Town: closing your eyes won't make the danger disappear; instead, it will make you an easier prey.

But Tong Hui saw Shen Jue move.

Shen Jue gently turned her head to look at the Tomie Aberration Type 1 standing next to the withered tree, and her lips moved slightly as she uttered a cryptic word.

The deformed type I, which had been standing like a doll, opened its eyes at that moment.