Horror/Fear Anime: Starting with a Tomie Hairstyle

Chapter 183 Flying Theater Troupe, Sadako is somewhat out of control.

They spoke very softly, and their meanings were not expressed in the kind of standard language that humans are familiar with.

It's more like an expression of the essence of the meaning.

It took Jiuzhiche quite a while to understand what they meant.

The man said, "I'm scared."

The woman said, "I want to cry."

Kirie's hair said, "It hurts."

Jiuzhiche released the vortex worm, which, resembling a centipede, immediately targeted the hair, wriggling to the man's side and beginning to eat.

The man typed: "Dead, dead, dead..."

"Where did you come from?"

Jiuzhi asked, while simultaneously using chopsticks to pry the insects off his hair.

The man typed: "..."

Then they put the insect back.

The man typed: "Vortex."

Jiuzhi Che followed the same method, and the answers for the other two hair samples were the same.

They also mentioned the word "roll".

At this point, the insects had eaten all the male hair, their bellies swelled up to the size of the male hair, and then they began to pupate and eat the female hair.

"Ache, are you not done with the experiment yet?" The little girl Tomie turned her head and showed a disgusted expression when she saw the insect-like creature.

"That's about it."

Jiuzhiche watched as the insect devoured all the hair before putting it back into the Spirit Trapping Orb.

Go wash your hands.

Tomie Uzumaki glanced at Kyuusei Tetsuya, making no attempt to hide her slight disdain for him.

She leaned back on the sofa, looking languid, and even yawned.

She's been feeling a bit sleepy lately.

Although he didn't touch those things, Jiuzhiche still went to wash his hands.

Both the men's and women's haircuts were brought back by Tomie and the others, wrapped in more than a dozen layers of plastic bags. It was clear that they didn't really want to bring them, unless it was at Kyuichi Che's insistence.

Jiuzhi Che compiled the information that Tomie and the others had brought back.

The people in Black Vortex Town who have recently been cursed with the whorl of hair have one thing in common: their hair is long, straight, and looks exceptionally beautiful at first glance.

No gender restrictions.

Looking at it this way, Tomie, Kayako, and Sadako all fit the bill.

"A few days ago, a power was indeed emanating from the dragonfly pond."

Tomie Uzumaki was very familiar with the Dragonfly Pond and the power of the whirlpool, "but it wasn't very strong. I thought it was just an occasional fluctuation, but now it seems that's not the case."

Jiu Zhiche sat down between them, and the two, who were originally two meters apart, moved closer to each other without prior arrangement.

Forget about having women on both sides; they're currently exchanging glances and fighting.

Jiuzhi Che pretended not to see it, "I'll go take another look tomorrow."

Perhaps Tomie and the others overlooked some patterns, but it doesn't hurt to take a look anyway.

The next day.

It's the weekend, and both Tomie are sleeping in late. Kyuichi Che didn't wake them up either.

I ran into Kayako when I went out; I was just about to go downstairs to throw out the trash.

"Che, good morning."

Kayako looked sleepy and a little drowsy. Had she gone to bed very late last night?

"Good morning." Jiuzhi Che pinched Kayako's face, lowered his head, and pressed his face against Kayako's cheek.

"Hiss~~~"

Kayako immediately became clear-headed and energetic.

Jiu Zhiche: "Didn't you say that's the standard for a good friend?"

Kayako only regretted that she hadn't washed her face when she got up...

I don't want to wash it when I get back.

After helping Kayako throw away the trash, Kyuji Che arrived at the town's main street.

The occasional gust of wind swirled even larger.

My intuition constantly sensed that desire to twist the human body and turn everything into a spiral.

It's faint, but it's definitely there.

It must be the yearning for a "whirlpool".

Jiuzhiche looked around and found that people with the spiral hair curse were not uncommon on the street; at least one in 100 would have it.

Some people even cooperated with passersby to take photos as souvenirs.

Now that there are so many people, we can start the experiment again.

Half an hour later.

Jiu Zhiche emerged from the alley, his expression not particularly relaxed.

He found two men who looked like they were about to die but were still fighting and robbing. One of them cut off her hair, but she still died.

He then used purification on it.

Good news! The arrogant hairs that had been standing in mid-air have fallen down, seemingly dead, and the hairs have become dry and frizzy. The curse is lifted.

Bad news, the person is dead.

Her life force was extinguished.

To put it more vividly, her life force completely dissipated from her body when the curse was lifted and her hair withered.

This is difficult.

Neither method will work.

It seems we still need to find the root cause, but we can't wait until the vortex is resolved, otherwise who knows how many more people will die.

In the original work, every curse derived from the vortex is a derivative without any reason or basis.

Even if the cause of the hair-whirling curse cannot be found, there must be a way to restrain it.

Jiuzhiche thought of the vortex worms. Xuanfa seemed to dislike these worms because they would devour them.

Let's catch another one and let the bugs eat the whorl of hair still on its head.

Having made up his mind, Jiu Zhiche continued to look for targets.

We didn't find our target, but we did see the sign outside the art theater.

"Flying Theatre Company"

Jiuzhi Che certainly knew this troupe; it was the troupe that Sadako belonged to.

So, Sadako also came to Black Vortex Town.

Sometimes, there's no need for surprises; a natural coincidence can break everything.

Inside the art theater.

"Sadako, what's wrong?"

Sadako dodged the newcomer's hand and shook her head. "It's just a superficial wound, nothing serious."

"How could Aiko do that? A gentle push would have been enough. Why did she push so hard and make you fall?"

Hiroshi Toyama's face was full of heartache, mixed with indignation at the injustice he felt. However, when he looked at Sadako, he found that she was lost in thought, staring straight behind him.

He subconsciously looked back and saw the group's costume designer, Etsuko Tachihara, walking towards them.

"Yuanshan, there's a problem with the sound system over there, could you come over here for a moment?"

"Okay, just a moment!" Hiroshi Toyama took out iodine and a band-aid and handed it over. "Sadako, take care of your wound."

Sadako looked at what was in her hand and lowered her eyes.

There was no movement for quite a while.

When Tachihara Etsuko looked at her just now, she sensed some malice.

It's not because of any special ability, but rather a feeling.

Not only Etsuko Tachihara, but many other people in the group were also unfriendly to her.

Aiko Hazuki was among the worst group; otherwise, she wouldn't have deliberately pushed her so hard during rehearsal.

Sadako vaguely knew the reason: Director Shigemori had recently been paying more attention to her.

Therefore, many people are jealous.

But this... is not what she wanted.

She thought that doing her own thing was enough, but it turns out that reality is not that simple.

Their petty squabbles and actions would cause Sadako extra trouble.

Even the meat in their boxed lunches is less than others.

But she was all alone, so who would help her?

Sadako's mood became increasingly depressed.

"I heard that if you feel tears welling up, you should do a handstand."

A voice broke the silence that broke her loneliness.

Why?

Sadako asked instinctively, glancing over.

That was a friend she knew very well, a friend who had saved her life many times...

Jiuzhi Che smiled slightly: "Because tears will flow back, but I'll make an exception for you."

He reached out his hand, his palm resting on the side of her face.

"When you cry, I'll catch you."

"So you don't have to suffer alone."

Wouldn't it make you feel better to have someone do some pointless work for you?