Human Head
Abel's perspective.
The sudden downpour helped Abel conceal himself and leap quickly between rooftops.
Suddenly, Abel's running speed slowed down abruptly, and he stopped on the roof of an old, dilapidated residential building.
Sniffing.
Abel detected an unusual scent.
"Evacuate immediately if you encounter any 'ghost stories,' as handling them alone is too risky."
Abel's ideas differed from Han Dong's.
His only goal was to find the "shop," and he didn't want to get involved with the ghost stories at the beginning.
In the nearly abandoned residential building, only a few elderly people, some of whom are already half-buried, live.
Following the scent.
Abel came to a Wooden Gate with a metal sign hanging on it.
The exquisite metal sign with lace trim stands in stark contrast to the cracked, dilapidated Wooden Gate... The sign bears four twisted characters: "Supernatural Shop".
Regarding the text, Han Dong had already told Abel the Japanese spelling of "shop".
"Found them! Hurry back and rejoin them!"
Abel immediately climbed out of the window in the stairwell.
While crawling, I unexpectedly saw four strong men with fierce eyes walking downstairs, seemingly also looking for a shop.
"Death row inmates? Let's leave them alone for now."
The claws embedded themselves in the wall, Abel quickly scrambled away.
but.
Among the group of death row inmates downstairs was a man who was completely blind... He held his hand behind his ear, as if he had heard some 'sound', and immediately pointed to the top floor.
When the teammates looked over, they only saw a white shadow flash by.
Han Dong's perspective.
Having come into direct contact with "ghost stories," he is trying to find ways to "reduce" the danger.
Similar to plants taking root in the ground.
The woman's head, painted with exaggerated white powder, was also rooted to Han Dong's shoulder by a kind of fleshy thread... However, the rooting was limited to the outer garment and could not penetrate the "Bone Feather Robe" that exuded a polluted aura.
Such a human head.
Not to mention that her makeup itself was terrifying.
Just the fact that it's growing directly on someone's shoulder would inevitably cause the other members of the team to be in a state of 'panic' for a while, and nine times out of ten they would choose to take the umbrella off.
Not to mention, the head itself exudes a rather deadly sense of danger.
However, Han Dong neither hurriedly threw away the umbrella nor panicked at the head... Instead, he stared at the woman with a calm expression.
After all, in essence, Han Dong is also a head.
Han Dong tried his best to pronounce the Japanese correctly, saying in a fairly fluent and natural way, "Hello!"
However.
There was no response from the other party.
Drip, drip... A tongue dripping with rainwater slowly licked Han Dong's cheek.
The moment before they were about to touch.
Bass!
A flash of light streaked across the sky.
A kitchen knife, appearing out of nowhere, slashed down with perfect precision.
The dark gray tongue fell to the ground with a "plop!" and immediately turned into a puddle of rainwater.
Gurgling sounds... and soon another tongue emerged from the woman's head's mouth.
Unlike before, this time the tongue shot out incredibly fast, suddenly licking Han Dong's cheek.
Whoosh!
The outcome remains the same.
The cleaver swiftly chopped down, and the tongue fell to the ground... turning into a puddle of rainwater.
Even before he started observing that poor office worker, Han Dong had been thinking about all possible solutions.
He licked the victim's face with his tongue.
Each lick would leave a strange rain-like substance on the victim's face, which would then seep into the skin through the pores.
This is why the victims felt a cold, damp sensation on their cheeks while holding up the Red Umbrella, and why a large amount of rainwater was found remaining in their bodies after their deaths.
Rainwater that enters the body can affect the victim's thinking to some extent, leading to their accidental death.
Therefore, Han Dong focused his efforts on the 'tongue'.
The moment he picked up the Red Umbrella, he secretly instructed Chen Li to prepare... if the other party dared to lick Han Dong's boots, he would offer up a kitchen knife.
Han Dong continued politely, "I mean no harm. May we have a normal conversation?"
However, the gray tongue stuck out again.
However, this time there was no intention to curry favor with Han Dong.
Instead, the tongue is made to spin back and forth in the air, which is quite mesmerizing.
It seemed she hadn't spoken in a long time, and had forgotten the basics of how the tongue works... After a short while, a muffled voice came from the woman's mouth:
"Everyone who... finds... the umbrella must die!"
Han Dong nodded helplessly, "Yeah, it's a really cliché horror movie line... Can we say something else? After all, we're in the same boat."
Han Dong had confirmed beforehand, using the Lesser Demon Eye," that there was no one else or surveillance camera in the alley.
In front of this woman's head, he separated his own head from his body and moved it slightly on his shoulder as a sign of respect.
Knowing that there is a "friendship level" setting.
He had a brief experience of "teaming up" with the Joker in "It".
Han Dong decided to take a gamble.
At the outset of this incident, Han Dong attempted to establish a relationship with the "spirit" corresponding to the "ghost story"... It was necessary to try, and if successful, Han Dong would gain unexpected intelligence resources.
"You... you're strange." The woman looked surprised.
Han Dong tried his best to ease the tension between the two, saying, "Since we're all the same kind of people, there's no need for us to hurt each other... How about this? If there's anything you want to do, you can tell me anytime."
I want you dead.
"Emmm..." Han Dong had long heard that the Spirit Body behind the scenes in Japanese horror movies often harbored deep resentment towards the world and killed indiscriminately... So that's really how it is.
"I can die, but I have one request... Can you let me live for 24 hours? Once the time is up, you can do whatever you want with me."
Han Dong's words were actually a gamble.
I bet this simple-minded 'spirit' who only knows how to harm people doesn't know about the 24-hour limit, nor would it even consider this issue.
After speaking several times, the woman found her rhythm and her speech became much clearer, "Take off...that strange feathered robe! And I'll agree to your request...otherwise, I'll kill you right now."
"Oh... you seem quite afraid of the feathered garment inside me."
The materials for the "Bone Feather Robe" were all sourced from outside the city.
This is why equipment outside the city is considered a double-edged sword... pollution can affect everything.
Han Dong quickly took off his feather robe and placed it in his backpack.
Crunch crunch!
Without the protection of the feather robe.
The fleshy threads that were originally firmly attached to the surface of her clothes were forcibly penetrated further, and a cool sensation of rainwater came from her shoulder... The woman's head was now completely embedded in Han Dong's shoulder.
The female head revealed a ferocious smile:
"The timer has started... Enjoy the rest of your time now."
"Good."
On the surface, Han Dong naturally had to cooperate and pretend to be nervous.
"The ' Spirit Body ' associated with ghost stories seem to be rather dim-witted... That's good!"
Han Dong revealed an undisguised smile.
With Red Umbrella on his back and an extra head on his shoulder, he returned to the crossroads to reunite with his teammates.
Of course, this head is generally invisible to passersby.
"Of course... if possible, we could try to trace the origins of this umbrella within 24 hours. A ghost story rated B by the system is inherently quite difficult."
Whether the human head or the umbrella is the main subject is still too early to draw conclusions.
Let's try to 'take advantage' of it.
If that doesn't work, we'll think of another way to deal with it.