This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 375 - 263: Faceless Woman (4000 words)_2

Chapter 375: Chapter 263: Faceless Woman (4000 words)_2

"Hmm," Beichuan Si nodded, then asked, "What about Mirai?"

"Sister Mirai has fallen asleep. She seems to be sleeping quite soundly with the help of Sister Shihui and Kelian," Beichuan Huili replied cheerfully, and then turned her head back to watch the animal program on TV.

Beichuan Si moved past her, then took out barley tea from the fridge and poured himself a full cup.

He drank as his calm eyes scanned the surroundings, then he reached under the sofa cushion.

Nothing...

Beichuan Si shook his head and then put the barley tea down.

He first went back to the entrance, locking the door and fastening the safety chain.

Having done that, Beichuan Si walked back into the living room and picked up his cup of barley tea.

Feeling the warmth of the cup in his hands, Beichuan Si suddenly spoke up, "Huili, is the program interesting?"

"Huh? Of course, it’s interesting. The fuzzy pandas... they’re so cute."

Beichuan Huili gave Beichuan Si a puzzled look, then responded.

"Is that so?" Beichuan Si nodded lightly, then asked, "Do you know when this program is broadcast?"

"When...? Um... Brother Temple, why are you suddenly asking me about this? It had already started when I sat down. Who cares so much... Moreover, you’re acting very strange today, Brother Temple. Even the way you talk is weird," Beichuan Huili scratched her head in confusion.

Beichuan Si glanced at her, "My tone has always been like this. On the contrary, I want to ask you—"

His black eyes flickered with a dark aura, "How does it feel to pretend to be my sister, Hinakabe Haru?"

Silence—

The background noise of the ongoing program seemed to fade away as Beichuan Si stared intently at Beichuan Huili.

Under his gaze, Beichuan Huili showed a perplexed expression, "Brother Temple, what are you talking about? Hinakabe Haru?"

"Don’t talk using Huili’s face, and don’t call me that," Beichuan Si said, his expression impassive.

Hmm.

Beichuan Huili was at a loss for words, looking at Beichuan Si timidly, afraid to speak.

"You do imitate Huili quite well," Beichuan Si said as he drank his barley tea, his gaze still on Beichuan Huili, "But there are a few details you’ve missed."

He raised his first finger.

"First, the slippers at the entrance... as far as I know, Shen Gu Mirai is a girl with a touch of OCD. The last time I visited her, she specifically arranged the scattered shoes on the ground tidily... You probably saw her memory, then entered my dream. But you missed this little habit of hers."

"But... Sister Mirai is very tired today! She was just too tired to tidy up! Brother Temple, you really are acting strange today!" Beichuan Huili stammered, opening her mouth to continue speaking but was interrupted by Beichuan Si raising his hand:

"The first point was just the beginning, the second point... about the animal program."

"What’s wrong with the animal program? I just like to watch it, ok?" Beichuan Huili really couldn’t understand.

Looking at her ’what on earth is going on with Beichuan Si?’ expression, Beichuan Si calmly held up a second finger, "Time."

"The animal program that Huili likes to watch is broadcast from seven to eight o’clock, while the current time—" Beichuan Si glanced at the clock overhead.

The hour hand was pointing to nine.

Sure, if you say Shen Gu Mirai had fallen asleep, that could still be reasonably explained.

Beichuan Huili looked at Beichuan Si anxiously, "The program could have been delayed, it’s just a coincidence. What on earth is wrong with you, Brother Temple? Maybe we should go to the hospital?"

She reached out her hand, but Beichuan Si waved it away, pointing at the barley tea on the table, "That’s the third point."

"I had finished the last third of the barley tea in the fridge before I left, and I drank it in front of Mirai. But why is there another bottle with only a third of barley tea left in the fridge?"

Beichuan Si’s voice grew colder.

"Also, I have hidden lengths of wicker all over the house. Only I know their exact locations, and there should have been one under the cushion of the sofa I was sitting on, but I couldn’t find it."

"Wicker? Ah... Sister Shihua took that wicker away... But really, Brother Temple, what is going on with you today? What are you even talking about?" Beichuan Huili’s worry grew.

Beichuan Si didn’t bother with further words and simply stood up, grabbed Beichuan Huili by the back of her neck, and brought her directly upstairs, then without saying anything else, he kicked open Nakajima Michika’s room.

Nakajima Michika’s room was empty.

Nothing at all.

No lucky guitar, no bed, no desk...

Nothing.

It was just an empty room.

Shen Gu Mirai had never seen Nakajima Michika’s room. Likewise, she had spent very little time with Nakajima Michika. Naturally, you couldn’t mimic a room where Nakajima Michika existed... because Shen Gu Mirai’s memory simply didn’t have it.

Because I am protected by the aura of death, you can’t peek into my memory. You could only fabricate based on Shen Gu Mirai’s memories.

Beichuan Si steadied himself on his feet and turned to look at Beichuan Huili.

"Now—"

"Don’t you dare speak with my sister’s face again."

His expression seemed to remain unchanged, yet there was something terrifying about it.

Beichuan Huili’s body shivered in fright, her eyes timidly fixed on Beichuan Si, as if trying to discern something from his face.

But Beichuan Si’s face was devoid of any expression, silently staring at her.

"Brother Temple..."

BANG!!!!

Beichuan Si kicked the wall viciously.

A huge circular hole was revealed.

He was still watching Beichuan Huili.

Watching her—

Watching as her facial features gradually faded, her face smoothed out, her body elongated—

Transforming into the Faceless Woman!

Hinakabe Haru.

But the horrifying process of her transformation did not make Beichuan Si waver at all.

Once the opponent had completely shed Beichuan Huili’s appearance, Beichuan Si had only one thought in his mind.

Alright, she no longer looks like Hui Li.

It was time to take action.

So, he grabbed its neck, his foot stomping on its head.

But this time the Faceless Woman didn’t die so easily; it struggled with all its might to break free from Beichuan Si’s grip, its distorted body stumbling desperately towards the first-floor entrance.

CLICK CLICK CLICK!

CLICK CLICK CLICK!

The entranceway had been locked at some point, with the main door’s deadbolt engaged and a security chain hanging on top.

It fumbled with the security lock in a panic.

Behind the Faceless Woman, a series of heavy, urgent footsteps signaling death were slowly approaching.

And then—

Crack.

Something grabbed its thigh.

Next—

An irresistible force emanated from its thigh, and the Faceless Woman clattered to the floor, knocking over vases and the shoe cabinet in the process.

It frantically ’looked’ behind.

A pair of black human eyes were staring at it.

They were getting close.

The Faceless Woman dug its hands into the steps of the entrance, its body struggling in agony.

The force was still coming from behind!

CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK!!!!

Wooden flooring was lifted whole.

Accompanied by a thunderous noise, the Faceless Woman was dragged back into the room by a human hand, and its large, twisted body was slowly consumed by darkness...

The Beichuan Family home returned to its usual calm.

As it had been on any other day.