The streets around them had long since fallen into a deathly silence. In the home where Tomie had once lived, she was the only living person within miles.
Zhang Chen even noticed that there were no plants anywhere in the courtyard.
Since Tomie had made her request, Zhang Chen naturally could not restrain her any further. He relaxed his hold on her.
Clang!
The blood-red crystal fell to the ground. Drawn by the crystal, the flesh and blood within Zhang Chen's body continuously grew outward and wrapped around it, slowly forming Tomie's original appearance. Dressed in crimson clothing and barefoot on the courtyard soil, she walked into the Japanese-style villa before them.
"Something's wrong!"
Zhang Chen suddenly realized something. He strode forward and gripped the doorknob.
Click! The lock turned open, but the scene inside the house had already changed drastically. The stench of blood filling the air made Zhang Chen feel unwell all over.
In the old house, bright red strands of flesh wriggled constantly through the gaps in the wooden floorboards and the cracks in the walls. His perception of Tomie had vanished completely.
Faced with everything before him, Zhang Chen felt an ominous premonition.
It was broad daylight, yet the lights inside the room suddenly dimmed. Every window, passageway, and opening through which light could enter had been covered by a thin layer of flesh. The entire house gradually darkened, leaving visibility extremely low.
Zhang Chen first tried stepping into the house, confirming that the flesh between the floorboard gaps showed no intent to attack him.
As for the Japanese-style villa before him, three scenes immediately surfaced in Zhang Chen's mind—the bathroom, the living room, and the study. These were the three places he had seen through the small hole on Underground Level 18 of the psychiatric