Horror/Fear Anime: Starting with a Tomie Hairstyle

Chapter 145 The Curse of the Apologetic Demon, First Generation Tomie Falls for It?

"Cough cough..."

In a top-tier suite of a grand hotel, an incomparably beautiful young woman is coughing.

She removed her pale white hand from her mouth, revealing a mixture of white and red substances stuck to her palm.

"Damn it, I've fallen for their trick!"

The beautiful girl was none other than the first generation Tomie.

A few days ago, a dispute broke out outside the door. A man kept apologizing, which annoyed Tomie. She went out and tried to make the man quiet down. If he couldn't keep quiet, then he should just shut up forever.

Tomie's face darkened as she thought about what happened that day.

The man kneeling on the corridor floor felt extremely apologetic simply because he thought he was blocking her way, and began to kowtow and apologize to her.

How ridiculous! Couldn't she see the filthy face beneath his seemingly kind and humble exterior?

After ordering security to take the man away without hesitation, Tomie realized something was wrong.

She felt a little dizzy.

Yesterday, that man came again, repeatedly apologizing in front of her door: "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. You are so beautiful, yet I blocked your way. My conscience is so troubled, I must apologize to you. Miss, how can there be such a beauty as you in this world, making me so obsessed? Even the most beautiful star can't compare to you. But I feel so sorry, I hope you can sincerely forgive me..."

The man kept apologizing and praising, which sounded incredibly annoying.

Tomie wasn't one to tolerate things. She opened the door, and the man's face lit up with joy, but the next second, his smile vanished.

Because she was considered the most beautiful woman by him, she pulled out a knife and impatiently stabbed him.

"I'm so sorry, so sorry, so sorry..."

He apologized frantically, but not only did he fail to stop Tomie, she attacked even faster. He dodged, but was only stabbed in the shoulder.

Tomie was about to stab his neck again when her head suddenly spun. Before she knew it, the man had already staggered away.

Today, Tomie started coughing.

My head has been hurting and I feel dizzy.

"It's brain matter."

Tomie realized this, and she forced herself to get up and go outside, heading towards the Twin Apartments...

Even if I die, I want to die by his side.

Meanwhile, after Azawa Yuuma escaped from the hotel, a short, crazy figure hopped over.

"Isn't this my hypocritical brother? He's injured, looks so pathetic, hehehehe."

"Qian Tan! How could you say such a thing about your brother!"

"You're so weak. It's not just your body that's injured, is it? Let me smell you... Oh, you also used a special ability the demon gave you, which makes your brains flow out ten times faster. Who did you use it on? Who's worth using it on?"

"Don't talk nonsense! I sincerely apologize to her!"

"You can say whatever you want."

Aze Qiantan seemed completely unconcerned.

"Let's leave this city."

"You're not going to see that guy anymore? Didn't you say he was too handsome and you couldn't stand him?"

"It was just a one-time encounter; if I can't find it again, so be it."

Yuuma Azawa clutched his wound; it seemed he needed to get it bandaged quickly.

"Where to?"

"Let it be."

"I heard there's a town called Black Vortex that's been very popular online lately, with lots of amazing sights. I want to go see it!"

"You're my sister, I'll listen to you."

"Ugh~ How disgusting~"

"..."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"I'm sorry, miss, you can't go in without a ticket."

The man checking tickets blocked the entrance, preventing the woman from entering.

The man standing nearby complained, "Your circus is nobody's business, and you only gave me one ticket? What am I supposed to do if my girlfriend wants to go?"

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Okay, honey, let's not watch it anymore, let's go see a movie!"

"No, I want to see lions!"

The woman refused to leave, stomped her foot, and raised her red high heels as if to kick the man.

The man sighed, "How about this, you take my ticket inside, and I'll wait for you outside?"

The woman thought it was acceptable, but the key was that she really wanted to see a lion; she had never seen one before.

After watching his girlfriend go inside, the man took out a cigarette, lit it, and leaned it against the wall.

"What's so interesting about lions?"

The man shook his head, then suddenly turned to look at the entrance of the circus.

He thought he heard his girlfriend calling out?

Just as he was about to get closer to check the situation, he stopped in his tracks, his eyes became vacant, and he walked up to the ticket inspector.

The ticket inspector gave a standard smile: "Sir, please show me your ticket stub."

The man reached into his pocket and actually pulled out a ticket—a ticket that was a mix of blood red and black.

"Please come in."

The man walked into the inner area and passed by the lion's cage. The lion was lying down, as if it had something stuck in its throat. After a while, it spat out some strands of hair.

Inside the cage, two red high heels lay quietly in the corner.

"Where...where am I?"

The man's eyes cleared, and he found himself sitting in a seat with a huge stage in front of him.

The middle-aged man with a crescent-shaped mustache chuckled and said, "Welcome to the Babirus Grand Circus!"

"Next, let's start with a three-headed juggling act to warm up the crowd!"

The man stared blankly. He had just said... throw what?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

It took Jiuzhi Che a lot of effort to make sure that Tomie didn't have much strength to go out.

Otherwise, she would have insisted on going to the circus.

However, he knew it was dangerous there. While Tomie Ichiken was strong, she had little resistance to the supernatural or demons, so staying at home was the safest option.

inside the house.

Tomie's eyes were glazed over, and she slumped limply on the sofa.

"So hands too..."

After a long while, Tomie finally sat up lazily. Her silk camisole slipped down her shoulders, revealing a lovely spring-like scene, but unfortunately, no one was there to appreciate it.

Tomie went to the bathroom, and in the instant she lifted her pajamas—

A sudden chill ran through her eyes, and she shifted her waist to the side—

A flash of cold light streaked past.

"Ding!"

The knife struck the tiled wall.

Tomie showed no sign of panic as she turned around, her eyebrows twitching slightly.

A miniature version of Tomie, about 1.4 meters tall, was completely naked and smiling sweetly at her.

"Go ahead and die."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Jiu Zhiche's right eyebrow twitched.

A leftward jump signifies wealth, a rightward jump signifies disaster; is he about to face an unexpected calamity?

Or is Tomie going to pull some kind of trick on him again?

There are two roads ahead, both leading to the circus.

The one on the left is closer, the one on the right is farther away.

After a brief pause, Jiu Zhiche still chose the right side.

The right side looks better to me.

Most of the time, apart from him actively seeking out strange occurrences, there aren't many unexpected events in his daily life.

But today was different. Jiuzhiche saw a pair of feet lying sideways in a green belt.

The leg shape looks familiar.

Without hesitation, Jiu Zhiche parted the grass in the green belt, and a familiar face came into view from underneath.

It was the first generation Tomie. There was some white substance around her mouth and nose; that was brain matter.

What a coincidence to meet someone on the street! Is it the guidance of fate?

Jiuzhi Che felt a sudden tightness in his heart. Could it be that the first generation Tomie died just like that?