Horror/Fear Anime: Starting with a Tomie Hairstyle

Chapter 196: Izumi Tsukiko, who loves photography, captures Tomie's image.

Black Vortex University.

After a week of rest, the school reopened.

During this time, Jiu Zhiche purified the long dream curses that were coming from his former classmates.

Their curse has finally been lifted.

Jiuzhi Che guessed that Xiangtian Zhelang had died, or perhaps because his purification power had increased.

In short, it's resolved.

Among them, Amano Kori was accompanied by her older sister Amano Kosei. Kyuichi Che asked Amano Kosei if there was any news about Soga Keiji.

Unfortunately, no.

Soga Keiji seemed to have vanished into thin air.

During this time, Amano Kori always looked at Jiuzhi Che with affection.

Jiu Zhiche shook his head. She still seemed to be stuck in that dream, but that was none of his business.

No one but herself will be responsible for her life. If she can't see reality clearly, she will only suffer.

All Jiuzhiche could do in the end was to reject her again without any mercy, "I have someone I love, and that person is not you."

Amano Kori cried her eyes out, and it was her sister who had to drag her away.

After everyone left, Jiuzhiche used a purification spell on himself and then pulled up the panel to check.

The "Curse of Long Dreams" flickered twice before disappearing completely.

But then, four new words appeared.

A cursed dream.

"???"

Jiuzhi Che looked puzzled. "The Curse of the Dream of Resentment? I've never heard of it."

Could it be that Kayako from Ju-on manipulated Changmeng, thus creating a new curse?

Oh well, one more curse won't make a difference anyway.

When Jiuzhiche arrived at the school, there was someone in the infirmary.

It was Kurotani Azami. She looked nervous and rushed over as soon as she saw Kyuichi Che.

"How did you get in?"

"Takeshima-sensei was here just now. I told her I was looking for you, and she told me to wait for you here."

"Don't move."

Jiuzhi Che glanced at Kurotani Azami and noticed that her aura was beginning to distort. "Flip your hair."

"oh oh."

Beneath Kurotani Azami's bangs, the swirling hole appeared even larger, about a third the width of her forehead. Looking into it, it even gave the impression of seeing a deep hole.

Jiu Zhiche reached out and touched her forehead; it was smooth, not dented.

"What should we do, Teacher Jiuzhi? Is it going too deep?"

"No, it's not deep, it's very shallow. Does it hurt?"

"I think so, my head is a little dizzy, and I'm a little scared..."

"Relax, like last time, I will slowly put it in. Close your eyes, think about accepting it, don't resist."

"Hmm...but it will feel uncomfortable..."

"That's because you're not used to it yet. You'll get used to it after a while and it won't be so uncomfortable."

"stop!!!"

The door to the infirmary was kicked open, and Takeshima Asami's usually calm and intellectual face was filled with rage: "Kujiro Tetsu! You don't deserve to be the principal..."

The sound stopped abruptly, and Takeshima Asami stood there, stunned.

What she saw was not what she had imagined at all. The distance between Jiuzhi Che and Kurotani Ji was just right, and Jiuzhi Che's hand was placed on the top of Kurotani Ji's head.

"Dr. Takeshima?"

Jiuzhi Che smiled in a half-smile, and his gaze made Takeshima Asahi's face flush.

She misunderstood.

After a moment, after listening to Kujiro Tetsu's words, Takeshima Asami let out a breath, "So you used that kind of spiritual power to find out about her situation."

"That's right."

Jiu Zhiche didn't intend to hide anything from the doctor; it was obvious that the doctor knew something.

He didn't say anything last time because the doctor chickened out at the crucial moment and refused to talk.

But since he'd already run into them, he had no reason to lie.

He was slightly interested in the small stone around her neck.

It was only a tiny bit.

Takeshima Asami took a deep breath. She had just seen the vortex on Kurotani Azami's forehead, and she had to admit, she had the illusion of being sucked in.

"How is she doing?" she asked.

Kurotani Azami also looked at Kyushichi Che expectantly.

"She's in good spirits, and I'll try to help her."

But it feels like there are empty spaces in my brain.

Jiuzhiche didn't say those words aloud.

Saying it out loud will only cause panic and won't provide any real help.

Kurotani Azami was visibly more relaxed.

Before leaving, she thanked Jiu Zhiche.

Takeshima Asami hesitated for a moment before saying, "Mr. Kujira, do you know about the past of Kurozuchi Town?"

Beneath his gold-rimmed glasses, Jiu Zhiche's eyes flickered slightly, and he smiled faintly: "Oh? I'd like to hear more."

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.

"We've been in Heiwo Town for quite a while now, and our field research should be coming to an end soon, right? My leave is also expiring soon."

At Black Vortex University, a well-mannered young man wiped his sweat and spoke to a girl next to him who was constantly taking pictures with a camera.

Quanze Yuezi paused, "No, the good footage we shot last time was ruined by that couple. I need to shoot more. The whirlpool hair shot a while ago was pretty good."

In order to collect materials and represent the school in the college photography competition, Quanze Yuezi put in a tremendous amount of effort.

While some of the whirlpools were nice, she would get a little dizzy looking at them for too long, and the footage wasn't explosive enough.

She vaguely felt that there could be more chaotic and sensational photos, but the vortexes were still relatively orderly, without any mixing or disorder.

This is not what she wanted.

"Hey, Tsukiko, look, isn't that one of the rude couples from before?" Yamazaki nudged Izumi Tsukiko's elbow, gesturing for her to look ahead.

When Quanze Yuezi looked over, her eyes lit up, and she immediately raised her camera and snapped several pictures.

Although she is shorter than before, her face is exactly the same.

She's probably that woman's sister or something.

She didn't care about that; what she cared about was the benefits of having a perfect face!

"Yamazaki, what are you doing?" Izumizuki Tsukiko frowned, because Yamazaki suddenly walked towards the woman.

"I'll get their contact information, maybe we can meet up and take some more photos later."

"Snapped!"

Yamazaki returned after receiving a heavy slap in the face.

His face was almost contorted.

Izumizuki Tsukiko was furious. "She's so unreasonable! You just asked for my contact information, and if she won't give it to you, she won't. Why did she slap you!"

Yamazaki pulled her aside instead, saying, "Never mind, maybe I was too abrupt. She's so strong-willed, a slap is nothing."

Izumizuki Tsukiko's expression was strange. She looked at Yamazaki and saw that Yamazaki was still staring at the woman's departing figure with a hint of infatuation.

"Yamazaki, stop looking! Let's go!"

"Since you're in postpartum confinement, why don't you ask her for her contact information? It might be easier for a girl."

Quanze Yuezi was relieved she hadn't slapped him. "Are you my boyfriend or hers? Go back!"

Two hours later, when Izumi Tsukiko saw the developed photos in the darkroom, her eyes widened in surprise.

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.

"Ah Che!"

The little girl Tomie happily entered the infirmary, but her face immediately fell.

Her boyfriend was holding a pendant around a woman's neck, examining it closely.

Behind the little girl Tomie, there was another person looking at Jiuzhi Che with a wronged and resentful expression.