My name is Taguchi Ryuki, I am a Japanese, forty-one years old, and an employee of a property company.

Something is following me.

Although I can't see it, I know...it's been following me all the time.

“I wish you a happy journey.”

The staff handed me the boarding pass. Is the trip pleasant?

No... this is not a journey, this is a journey back.

This is an experiment, a life-threatening experiment of our cursed people.

I held the boarding pass in my hand and walked onto the bridge.

I didn't dare to look back, and the blurred images of the staff were reflected on the side glass.

The staff member seemed to be looking at me and looking at my back.

Her eyes were very stunning, but she quickly took them back.

My pace slowed down.

There was the cabin in front of me, and it was silent inside.

"Sir, do you need help?"

The flight attendant walked up to me with a smile.

“13F.”

"Okay, please come with me."

The flight attendant took me to the seat, which was a position to lean against the aisle.

After putting my backpack on the luggage rack, I breathed a sigh of relief, it didn't seem to keep up.

Maybe, this time it will be successful?

"Hello."

At this time, a voice appeared beside me that I had heard not long ago!

This is the strange young man who has been looking in the mirror in the bathroom just now. There is no expression on his face, and it looks a bit like a person I know.

He actually sat next to me.

After a brief greeting, I lay down and so far, everything was as usual.

The young people next to me don’t seem to like to talk, which is very good. I’m not good at being polite to others. Perhaps this is also the reason why I am in my forties and still just a company employee.

What's even more unlucky is that I encountered such a thing, something that cannot be told to others, in another world...

My eyelids gradually began to get heavy, and I was too tired.

I flew over from Japan yesterday and flew back immediately today.

However, if this method is feasible, it should be left in a foreign country now. Maybe it can come back, but it will never be so fast. As long as we survive these three days, we will succeed...

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Qin Wenyu turned her head and glanced at the Japanese man she had seen in the bathroom before.

He fell asleep with a smile on his face, as if he was looking forward to something.

Qin Wenyu withdrew her gaze and opened a book.

This is a book written in Japanese, introducing a traditional Japanese drama - Noh Drama.

This kind of drama is scripted by traditional Japanese literary works, and is composed of masks, costumes, props and dances in the performance form.

Qin Wenyu was not interested in this. The reason why he read this book was because the last postcard Qin Ye sent was a face-to-face look on it.

Nengmao - a mask unique to Nengju.

Looking back at the part he had already read again, Qin Wenyu looked at the specific introduction of the strange face in the corner of the book.

This pair of vegetarian noodles is called "snake".

The horns were born from jealousy and resentment on the top of the head, with eyes wide open and red face without ears. This mask vividly shows the ultimate form transformed by resentment. The lack of ears means that it has lost its channel to perceive the world, cannot hear human words, and turns into the purest evil spirit.

This is the face "snake" on the postcard that Qin Ye sent.

The address sent by the postcard was the Ancient Izumo History Museum of Shimane Prefecture, Japan, and it was also the destination of Qin Wenyu's trip.

After closing the book, Qin Wenyu pinched the bridge of his nose.

He didn't care about Qin Ye's life or death, but he had to know his mother's whereabouts.

Qin also said that he would tell himself on his 20th birthday.

Now, his birthday is approaching, but Qin is missing.

Just as I was about to close my eyes and sleep for a while, the Japanese man next to me suddenly sat up straight from a half-lying posture, as if he suddenly woke up from a dream.

Taguchi's forehead was covered in sweat, and he glanced at the corner of his feet.

His body froze.

Qin Wenyu followed his gaze and saw a red doll the size of a palm slap was lying at the feet of the Japanese man.

After coming to the airport, Qin Wenyu, who was used to seeing the three colors of black, white and gray, felt that the red color was as dazzling as blood when he saw this doll.

Did the person in front of him fall?

Taguchi Riku thought so too, he was unwilling to think about things in the worst direction.

He bent down, picked up the doll, and patted the seat in front.

"Is it your doll?"

Although his Chinese tone was strange, there was no problem with his word selection and sentence formation.

The passenger in front seemed to fall asleep, after all, it was a flight in the early morning, and it was only after a while that she realized the existence of Taguchi Ryuki.

"Are you calling me?"

She turned her head and showed a face without facial features.

Taguchi Ryu's scalp became numb and his eyes were in a daze.

He heard a harsh scream. It was a girl, a dark and narrow room, a bloated and fat body, an exaggerated grin and cruel torture intertwined into a bloody world.

Her body was dragged, her head was cut off, and she rolled in a corner with her eyes wide open, staring at her broken body in despair.

The ugly and plump body twisted its limbs, as if it was joy and spasm.

Her pupils gradually dilated, and Ben's eyes, which were staring at her body, suddenly turned and looked at Taguchi Ryuki.

From those dark eyes, Taguchi Ritsu saw the most terrifying malice.

"No!"

Taguchi Riku screamed, awakening all the passengers in the cabin.

"Sir, do you need help?"

The flight attendant walked over quickly and bent down to ask.

"She..." Taguchi Riki raised his hand and pointed, and the female passenger who turned around in front showed a strange look.

"What's wrong with me?" the female passenger asked in confusion.

Taguchi Ryu suddenly turned around and looked at Qin Wenyu, and said anxiously: "Did you... see it? Sir?"

Qin Wenyu shook her head, looking confused.

Taguchi Ritsu turned pale and shook his head at the flight attendant: "I'm sorry, I've had a nightmare."

The flight attendant shook his head politely and comforted the other awakened passengers.

At this time, Qin Wenyu suddenly said, "Can you help me change my seat?"

The flight attendant apologized: "Sorry, sir, in principle, you are not allowed to change your seats at will during the flight."

Qin Wenyu glanced at Taguchi Ryu and said, "I have panic disorder. His shock will cause me to have panic attacks. If you agree, the airline will be responsible for any accidents, then I accept the decision not to change seats."

The young flight attendant was undecided and chose to report the situation to the flight attendant. Qin Wenyu's problem was quickly resolved.

He was arranged to an empty space by the window.

Zhang Lu, in the front row, asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Qin Wenyu didn't say anything.

But his finger joints were already pinched to the point of whiteness.

Just now, he saw it.

Not only was the female passenger's face disappearing, but also the moment.

The red doll in the Japanese man's hand grew dense black hair, and the red kimono sleeves used for decoration showed a twisted and pale hand. The nails on the fingertips were sharper than the claws of wild beasts.

The dense black hair seemed to have come alive, quietly climbed up to the waist of the Japanese man and slowly wrapped around him.
To be continued...