Amamiya Rin had a premonition.
Regardless of the cause, his body was likely already transforming into something non-human.
No! It already was!
His cranial nerves had already undergone modification.
Although he wasn't very willing to admit it.
But... spitting out nerve fibers, piercing into someone else's oral cavity, and connecting the other party's brain with his own... he could accomplish such things too.
It was just that, shooting his cranial nerves into someone else's mouth... was too disgusting!
"All conditioned phenomena are like a dream, an illusion, a bubble, a shadow. If one sees all forms as non-forms, then one sees the Tathagata."
Amamiya Rin shook his head slightly, not caring much about the body's mutation.
After all, whether the humans of this world and the humans of his past life were the same species was not even certain.
Time reached noon. Nerima Ward. Inside a certain ordinary residential area, stood a rather large detached villa. On the brick gate pillar hung the nameplate of the previous resident.
"Is this the place?"
Four beauties with identical figures and appearances appeared at the entrance of this detached villa, looking up to assess the house before them.
This house looked no different from the others nearby, only long uninhabited and slightly dilapidated.
The paint on the walls was mottled, the drainpipe tilted, and a piece of the outer wall was missing. Weeds in the yard grew calf-high, and untended shrubs brandished their branches like fangs and claws.
However, just standing at the entrance, one could feel an unpleasant atmosphere.
It was like a stone standing in the shade, standing silently under the warm sunlight. The air here seemed colder than elsewhere, faintly revealing an invisible sense of rejection.
Those who dare to enter after feeling such an atmosphere are either ignorant or fearless.
Of course, the ignorant being fearless is also a very common trait.
Kawakami Tomie took out the key requested from the agency and opened the courtyard gate.
The four looked at each other, expressions of disgust on their faces, and walked in one after another.
Passing through the weed-overgrown front yard, they arrived at the main door of the detached villa.
Opening the door, an unspeakable moldy smell lunged at their faces.
"What is this? Old and broken, and it smells weird."
Kawakami Tomie pinched her nose, waving her hand in disgust, as if this could dispel the invisible stench.
"Exactly. Can people really live in a place like this? It feels like even the air is dirty."
The other Tomies nodded in succession, the disgust on their faces intensifying.
At the windowsill on the second floor, a woman in white with long hair looked down at the four women below with a cold gaze. Her eyes were filled with extraordinary malice and hatred.
Kawakami Tomie did not notice the hatred directed at her in the slightest; enduring her revulsion, she walked indoors.
The light inside the house was very dim. All curtains were tightly closed. Only a little sunlight penetrating from the doorway barely illuminated a small area of the entryway.
Turning on the electric light, the four women didn't take off their shoes either, stepping straight across the entryway and walking into the living room. Most of the living room furniture was covered by white dust cloths.
Tomie casually lifted a dust cloth without raising much dust. Perhaps the program crew that visited some time ago had cleaned here, saving them some physical effort.
The four women stepped on high heels, treading through the corridor and living room without scruples, roughly inspecting the indoor environment.
The first floor had nothing good to see. A spacious Japanese-style room, a living room, then the kitchen and bathroom, as well as a staircase leading to the second floor.
When Kawakami Tomie climbed to the stairwell landing where the stairs bent at a right angle.
Suddenly, the four of them simultaneously felt an indescribable sense of unease.
Continuing upward felt like seeing a shark's fin pop out of the sea surface yet still going into the water.
Or perhaps, walking amidst a pile of corpses that died from an infectious disease.
It was roughly that kind of feeling!
Perceptual defensive instincts told them so: they could not go up any further.
"What's the big deal?"
Unlike the rationality of most people that would suppress their sensibility, the Tomies simply didn't feel there was any danger that could harm them.
As long as they weren't chopped into pieces to generate more counterfeits, there was nothing to be afraid of.
Death? Pain? Those are also a type of amusement.
Kawakami Tomie's footsteps became heavier, one step after another, climbing heavily up the stairs.
The heavy noise echoed in the room. In the master bedroom on the second floor, the white-clothed woman's face twisted, her whole body emanating an aura of anger and spite.
"Meow—!"
Suddenly, a shrill cat cry exploded, like nails scratching a blackboard. The piercing sound penetrated the heavy footsteps, ringing in the Tomies' ears.
Kawakami Tomie was startled by the sudden cat cry, her whole body shuddering. She shouted in humiliation turned to anger:
"So noisy—! Uncultured brute—! Don't yell randomly—!"
Kawakami Tomie's angry scolding echoed in the empty stairwell, appearing particularly loud.
That cat cry stopped abruptly, as if it had never appeared, but the residual piercing sensation still lingered on the eardrums.
"Scared me..."
Another Tomie following behind patted her chest, her face still recovering from the shock, which immediately turned to annoyance.
"There are wild cats in this broken place?"
"Maybe it's a ghost transformed from a cat that died here."
The third Tomie spoke in a deliberate and gloomy tone, but her eyes were full of mockery.
"Ghost? Hmph, let it come out and try. Watch me pierce its stomach with my high heels."
The Tomie who spoke first sniffed disdainfully and continued walking upward.
The light on the second floor was dimmer than the first, and the air was more stifling, carrying a mixed smell of aged dust and rotting wood.
There were only two rooms here. Kawakami Tomie first opened the door next to the stairs to take a look. It was a Japanese-style room about the size of eight tatami mats, appearing to be used as a storage room, piled with various sundries.
Backing out of the room, she walked toward the room further inside. When she opened the door to the other master bedroom, a gush of turbid air surged out.
Kawakami Tomie couldn't help but raise the corners of her eyes, her face full of displeasure.
"Don't block the way here, move aside quickly."
The Kawakami Tomie behind pushed her, shoving Tomie into the bedroom, and the other three Tomies also walked in successively.
The master bedroom was a Western-style room of about ten tatami mats. An ornate chandelier hung from the ceiling. A large double bed was placed by the window, and on the bedside tables on both sides sat a pair of ceramic bedside lamps with white shades.
Kawakami Tomie fumbled on the wall by the door, found the light switch, and pressed it.
That ornate chandelier flickered a few times before lighting up. Dim yellow light spilled down, barely dispelling part of the darkness.
However, the light seemed mixed with dust; it was hazy and unable to illuminate every corner. Instead, it made the room's atmosphere even more oppressive, and the air more stifling than when the lights were off.
Under the illumination of the light, the floor seemed soaked in pigment, appearing even darker and duller. The shadows in the corners were exceptionally heavy, as if something was dormant there, quietly watching this group of uninvited guests.
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