I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"This thing is why, Shizhu and the others will patrol the island in teams today, and they will attack you as soon as they see you."

Scattered in the wooden box is a delicate ceramic doll of a woman wearing a red kimono, with her head separated and her limbs broken.

"The disappearance of that bus may also be related to this evil..."

Looking carefully, there were dark red blood stains on the puppet's hands and feet that looked like lotus root buds.

"This is... the March figure?"

Araki Sousuke took off his sunglasses, lifted his blindfold, and carefully looked at the dolls in the box.

This thing, when he used to work in a convenience store, he would sell a lot of "mass sales" during February and March every year, so he recognized it at first sight.

Japan's so-called "Ningyo", or dolls, originated in the Edo period and first appeared as children's toys.

After hundreds of years of development, Japanese dolls have not only become a kind of handicraft loved by the Japanese people with their exquisite shapes, gorgeous clothing and various hair accessories, but also occupy an important place in folk rituals.

The Japanese believe that if a child has a disaster or disease, it can be passed on to the human form, so that the child will be healthy and grow up smoothly.

Therefore, around the "Girl's Day" in March every year, families with girls will place peach blossoms, diamond-shaped sticky cakes and white wine in front of a special altar, and enshrine Japanese-style dolls in the shape of cute little girls in kimonos.

The "March figure" is also named after this.

"This kind of doll that doesn't match the style of painting should not be something that you Ayi... Utali people will sacrifice in March, right?"

Looking at the expressionless, torn doll in the wooden box, with a faint resentment lingering, Fujiwara Takumi swallowed hard.

The "human figure", which symbolizes health and blessing, has also been voted the TOP1 "thing that leaves the scariest impression in life" by the 2CH forum for several years in a row.

Due to the similarity in appearance to the human body, it is easy to condense obsession, and the production materials are easily mixed with some strange elements, etc., "human form" has also left countless urban legends in Japan.

In short, the puppet in front of me seems to have been possessed by something, obviously it has nothing to do with words like "health" and "growth".

"On the day of the first snowfall, some clansmen claimed to have seen strange Wazu dolls when they were fishing by Lake Toya. At first, we didn't pay attention to them until some clansman died in the forest due to fatal wounds cut by a sharp weapon..."

"Ling Xiong told me that these dolls, who come from nowhere and appear like ghosts, are trying to hunt us down!"

Looking at the broken dolls in the box, Nagijiro's eyes showed resentment: "This must be a conspiracy between you and your clan..."

"It's not enough to invade the land that originally belonged to us, but also want to kill our last bloodline... Half-demons, don't they deserve to live in this world?"

"Hey, uncle, don't be too stubborn. What's the 'hezu conspiracy theory' is a thing of the last century, okay?"

"That's right, what era is this? If you really want to kill them all, it should be more efficient to come directly to the airborne troops than some wraith dolls?"

Seeing that the Ainu patriarch's new and old hatred welled up in his heart, and the more he talked, he became more and more excited, Araki Sousuke and Fujiwara Takumi hurriedly tried to persuade him.

"Sorry, the old man was impulsive. In short, under the current situation, it is really difficult for our family to..."

Just as Najiro took a deep breath and calmed down, the heavy curtain was thrown open: "Patriarch, it's not good, you, come out and have a look!"

A male Ainu rushed in panicked in the wind and snow.

"What's the hurry, didn't you see any guests here?"

"People, dolls...the dolls of the He clan...they have found near the village!"

Regardless of being scolded by the patriarch, the man yelled excitedly: "The city assistant led people to guard around, but the number of those puppets is unknown, and they are elusive, and several people have already been injured!"

"What?!"

Ignoring the two people in the house, Najiro ran out of the hut with a long stick in his hand.

"Follow the past and have a look."

Sousuke Araki and the two looked at each other and followed them out.

The empty village has faded away from the hustle and bustle of the past, and it is cold and quiet.

Even the children running around and the cubs being led were gone.

Only a pair of restless eyes were left, secretly looking at the situation outside through the gaps in the hut.

"Shamu, hold on!"

At the entrance of the village, tall Ainu men wearing bear skins and holding weapons, a group of several people, scattered in the snow, looking around vigilantly.

"Patriarch, he is dying!"

The Ainu hunter named Ichisuke was surrounded by everyone, holding a man in his arms.

Regardless of the several bloodstains on his body, he tightly covered the neck of this fellow clan with his hands...

But no matter how hard he tried, the bright red blood still flowed out from the huge crack under the palm, dyeing the pure white ground red.

"Step aside!"

Bie Kaijiro stepped forward and put his hand on the man's neck: "The sun, the moon, the fire, the rain..."

As he recited the mantra in a low voice, surging green light emerged from his palm.

"Everything grows... there are gods in charge..."

The wound on the man's throat gradually closed together, and the blood stopped gushing out.

"It's okay, go back and give him some herbs and bandage the wound."

Bie Kaijiro stood up slowly and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sorry, patriarch, I was careless."

Shisuke, who was kneeling beside him, had a look of guilt on his face.

"Those things are too small, hidden in the snow, and can make people stunned..."

Immediately, he glared resentfully at Sousuke Araki and the two who were walking behind: "If I can't sense the bear spirit now, I will dig three feet to find these evil spirits."

After the back body was hit by "Lake Toya's critical attack", the induction between him and the bear spirit recovered very slowly, and it is still unable to obtain shelter.

"Hey, you obviously did it first by the lake! Wait a minute, the ground is..."

When they reached the entrance of the village, the two noticed that there were several Japanese-style dolls about 30 centimeters long and torn apart lying on the snow outside.

"March figure?!"

The exquisite face, bright kimono and well-behaved hair bun are not quite the same as the "March Figure" in the wooden box before, but they are the same.

"Shh, don't make noise."

Aware of the surging green light in Najiro's eyes, he slowly looked towards the empty snow field around him.

"Can't wait any longer..."

The long stick in his hand was like a gust of wind, and he quickly struck the heads of the men beside him: "It's time for the evil spirits from outside to see Utaly's bloodiness!"

The whites of the eyes of the man who was hit by the wooden stick turned crimson...