Humanoid self-propelled wishing machine

September [-], near autumn, afternoon.

The sky is clear blue with no wind and no clouds, and the air is humid and hot, squeezing people's chests, making people feel suffocated and restless.

In this weather, even Shibuya, a crowded business center with people coming and going, has become a little deserted. On both sides of the hot concrete streets, colorful parasols are set up like flower bushes. There are simple tables and chairs, and some students who are tired from shopping after class are holding cold drinks and fanning their hands, huddled in the shade and chatting, waiting for their bodies to cool down slowly.

"It's strange that the weather is too hot, it makes me sweat all the time, and my makeup is almost worn out."

"Obviously it's September, but it turned out to be hotter than July and August. My clothes are all wet, and my whole body is sticky and greasy. It's so annoying."

"According to the weather forecast, the typhoon season will be here in a few days. I heard that there will be continuous torrential rain for a whole week, and the temperature will drop by then."

"Ah, I'm getting ready for the autumn clothes too. I've been busy shopping for skirts today."

"It's okay, it's still a long time anyway, and there's still time to go to the shopping mall... Eh?" Among the group of students who came out to play, someone noticed something wrong with their companions.

The girl with exquisite make-up frowned, her pupils were dilated, her hands covered with bright nail polish tightly clutched the clothes on her chest, panting heavily, her face was pale and distorted, showing a look of pain.

"Mamiko...?" A companion tried to call her name, but there was no response.

"Mamiko!"

"What's wrong with you Mamiko?"

The companions around Mamiko stepped forward worriedly, asked her in panic, and helped her sit down on the chair. Some people had already taken out their mobile phones and dialed the emergency number with shaking hands.

In the crowded and lively commercial center, the panic here also attracted the attention of some passers-by, but no one rushed up to bother and ask for help. If there is a companion, they will turn around and continue to do their own things.

Mamiko lowered her head weakly, her teeth trembling and knocking out a rapid sound, as if it was squeezed out from the depths of her throat, she let out a creepy moan of pain.

"Uh, uh, ah..."

"We are here in Shibuya... There is a girl who suddenly covered her chest and showed pain... She seems to have lost consciousness, and she doesn't answer her name. Please come here quickly." The companion on the phone at the hospital glanced at Mamiko from time to time, speaking anxiously, and even choked up crying at the end, "It's really serious, please come here quickly, please."

After hanging up the phone, the girl gently touched Mamiko's shoulders, whose head was bowed and her long hair blocked her reaction, trying to comfort her, "Mamiko, don't worry, the ambulance will be here soon."

Snapped.

Mamiko's pale, bloodless palm pressed against hers.

The cold hand, still covered with sticky and wet sweat, stuck to her hand like a piece of dead flesh, Mamiko, who seemed to have gradually recovered a little consciousness, raised her head with all her strength and looked at her.

The skin on Mamiko's face seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and wrinkles were raised like a piece of crumpled fabric. Almost up to her chin, her head shriveled like dough.But Mamiko didn't seem to feel the pain in her body, she tried her best to still smile at her companion, her mouth opened and closed as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she only uttered a series of strange murmurs like ravings .

[I feel like I feel better, thank you, Minako. ]

Boom, boom, boom.

Minako's hands and feet were cold, dizzy, her heart was beating violently, as if she was about to die suddenly in the next second, she was so frightened by Mamiko's appearance, she closed her eyes tightly, opened her mouth wide, and could almost see At the mouth of the throat, the scream was about to blurt out in the next second.

But before that, she first heard a tooth-piercing twisting sound, creaking sound of bones rubbing against each other, gurgling sound of blood squeezed out, and a sound like a sound of meat being squeezed flat, Minako didn't know how long the sound lasted, but in her mind, it was the longest moment in her life so far. The sound that gave birth to infinite horror reverie tortured her ears and her spirit .

Then, she suddenly tasted a bit of rust-like salty taste in her wide open mouth, and dots of hot liquid poured down like raindrops, falling on her face, hands, and body, with a sticky smell. Tired of the horrible touch.

Minako felt that bit of fishy and salty taste in her mouth, like a nimble little fish, got into her esophagus in the blink of an eye.

Her stomach twitched painfully as if being tightly clenched by a big hand. She didn't dare to open her eyes. She wanted to scream but found that her throat was like a tight bag, letting her collapse and panic It was swelling in my heart, but I couldn't vent it.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Minako finally broke free from the infinite fear that enveloped her whole body until the surrounding eardrums were pierced and screams sounded one after another.

She followed the crowd and screamed desperately and presumptuously, pinning all the fear and fear in her heart in the screams that were uprooted from the spot, and large tears flowed from her tightly closed eyes, along the Watching her beautifully made-up face slide down, she kept washing away her foundation and eyeliner, leaving a deep black tear stain under her eyes.

Minako cried ugly.

She kept her eyes tightly closed from the beginning to the end, and didn't see what happened at all, but the scorching liquid on her skin, the voice in her ears and the premonition in her heart had already told her—from now on, she will never see her again. Not her friend Mamiko.

In the central street of Shibuya, under the scorching sun, a bloody firework exploded on the side of the street, and a young and beautiful girl turned into an ugly and twisted rope man like a tree root.

And at the same moment at the same minute, the same second, all over the world, 56 unconnected people with various identities also encountered such a tragic fate for no reason without knowing it. , died distortedly in a daze and confusion, leaving only a corpse that seemed to come from hell.

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Deep in the lush forest on the outskirts of Tokyo, there is a wide and quiet old mansion, and under that mansion is an underground space even wider than the mansion.

In the dark and cold secret room buried deep underground, there stood twelve closed chambers like coffins with many charms stuck in a formation.

Only a kerosene lamp was burning in the middle, slightly illuminating the surrounding circle, but in the corner where the dim light could not shine, there was only a heavy and trembling breathing sound.

The ugly and twisted corpse of the rope man was lying lifelessly, with a pool of dirty blood splashing around it, winding and extending to the intersection of light and darkness, where a little bit of snow-white foot bag and toe protruded slightly , drenched with scarlet blood, spreading red.

The little toe moved slightly, and walked forward slowly, stepping into the pool of blood and moving forward.

The child in white clothes and red hakama showed a white face under the flickering yellow light. He had long black and soft hair hanging loose, and smiled with crooked eyebrows. He stretched out his hands towards the human figure who was desperately huddled in the corner. .

"Marumori Hiroshi," he made an irresistible demand in a sweet and coquettish tone, "Can you give me a hug?"

The person hiding in the box opened his mouth.

"The difficulty of forcing is back to the beginning."

"As long as the rules are clarified, we can reduce the risk of making a wish by only doing it alternately like this in the future."

Old voices that couldn't distinguish between men and women sounded one after another, talking calmly, without paying attention to the life that was forced to die right in front of them.

"No, next we have to wait for the information collected by the assistant supervisor to see if the law of rope people's appearance is really determined according to the common memories of those who were raped, as Reo Tsushima said."

"The definition of this shared memory is also quite vague. Does it refer to the overlapping part of the two people's memories? Or does it refer to the length of time that is now in the memory of the person who was raped? How can it be considered to have a shared memory? If the identity and appearance are concealed, it can be accurately determined. Someone who should be implicated?"

"Yes, we do need to do more experiments at this point."

After saying this, the whole room suddenly became silent.

And Reo Tsushima stretched out his hand, and repeated his request again, "Hiroshi Marumori, can you give me a hug?"

"Hiroshi Marumori." An old, majestic, ghost-like voice sounded, and the person who did not know his identity and face ordered him irresistibly, "Promise him."

Hiroshi Marumori trembled all over. He understood that if he really agreed to Reo Tsushima's request, after the third request was completed, no matter whether he was still alive at that time, he would be like a corpse that had no breathing. I can't even get out of this room.

But if he doesn't agree, what should his family members whose lives are held in the hands of him do?

He has no choice.

Hiroshi Marumori pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying, and agreed to Reo Tsushima in a hoarse voice, "Yes."

But the child smiled brightly in front of the twisted Ropeman corpse as if he had no heart, tugged at his sleeve and asked Marumori Hiroshi to play with him, giggling happily.

After the third compulsion is fulfilled, the devil descends.

The monster with a face as pale as Nomian stood in front of him like an empty shell filled with dirty black mud, and asked mechanically with a voice that was routine, "Hiroshi Marumori, do you have any wishes?"

Wish?

Of course there is.

He wants to live, he wants to get out of this room safely, he wants to go home and continue to live normally with his parents...

but.

As a person who has completed three demands, Marumori Hiroshi, who should have had one chance to make a request, opened his mouth, and blood gushed out from the base of his tongue like a waterfall.

A neatly cut, warm tongue fell out of his mouth.

However, from the very beginning, he was deprived of the opportunity to make a wish to Erina.

Only the voices of the upper echelons of the magic world who occupied the privileged position rang out with some humility.

"Master Erina, please help us get rid of the special-grade cursed spirit named [Yumedai]."

"Okay." Erina agreed to the request, and there seemed to be a smile on the face with only empty features, "Here you are."