Chapter 47

The test results were a relief; Lei Xuan had not fallen victim, but the subsequent video tape was disappointing.

"Can't record? Or does it need the original tape?" This was a profound question. Chu Ci, holding the blank video tape, was alone in the living room of B4 vacation house, lost in thought.

The others had long dispersed. After the medic finished examining Lei Xuan, he turned back into a doll and automatically jumped into Chu Ci's pocket. As Chu Ci was lost in thought, unaware of the time, the sun slowly set.

Shadows slowly extended, climbing onto Chu Ci and enveloping him in darkness.

At this moment, the video tape quietly changed. The tape inside silently moved, as if inside a VCR, recording something desperate, painful, resentful, and... helpless!

Chu Ci could hardly detect any abnormality with his naked eye. The video tape on the table showed no changes, and it seemed that a vicious trap was about to form.

"Click~"

Chu Ci turned his head; Bai Ning was at the door.

"What? Is something wrong?"

"Captain Lei asked me to call you for a meeting." Bai Ning instinctively hugged her arms. She was still a bit uneasy about the vacation house where Sadako was, and she stood at the door, not daring to come in.

"Alright, I'll go now." Chu Ci nodded and got up. As he glanced over, he reached for the video tape, but his eyes suddenly went blank.

...

The first half of the 1950s was a fanatical era in Japan. The Yamato people were all enveloped in the brilliant glory of the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere, blindly arrogant and aggressively expansionist. It was a period of economic tension in Japan, a time when the entire nation was militarized and loyal to the Emperor.

On August 6, 1945, the United States dropped the atomic bomb "Little Boy" on Hiroshima, Japan.

On August 9, 1945, the United States dropped the atomic bomb "Fat Man" on Nagasaki, Japan.

On August 15, 1945, Emperor Hirohito of Japan announced unconditional surrender.

From then on, Japan awoke from the blind brilliance of the "Co-Prosperity Sphere." Post-war Japan was desolate and depressed, with many people committing suicide in despair.

The militarism that had shouted "One Hundred Million Shattered" in the name of the Emperor's will suffered a heavy blow, and the Shinto religion, which stood behind them, faced the venting of public discontent.

The second half of the 1950s was a desolate era in Japan, a time when the country had lost its backbone.

Shimamura Shizuko was an ordinary fisherwoman from an ordinary fishing village. She had a strong brow and a straight nose, and her skin was a bronze hue from the sea and the wind. The scent of sea salt and the freedom of the ocean could be detected on her. In the eyes of traditional Japanese daimyo, she was undoubtedly a coarse woman, but she was one of the most beautiful women on Oshima.

It was a night of heavy rain and strong winds, a typhoon day. All the fishermen in the village had dragged their boats ashore early and tied them up, huddling at home to drink warm soup.

On such a night, Shizuko went out alone. The reason was that Shizuko wanted to meet a man. Yes, the usually gentle Shizuko, who did nothing but fish and sit by the sea, had fallen in love with a man. Shizuko was already 21 years old.

The meeting place was a small bay on the inner shore of Oshima. On a clear day, it was a comfortable paradise, but now it was a stifling and humid place of suffering.

She was in such a hurry because the man was leaving. The post-defeat purges had ended, and as a researcher, he would undoubtedly be re-employed in the reconstruction of Japan.

Shizuko didn't know that the man had deceived her and had already left.

So, Shizuko, breathing heavily and with a young woman's heart, rushed to the small bay.

The truth would eventually be revealed. Shizuko waited hour after hour in the small bay, telling herself "He's coming back" countless times, but she finally despaired.

The seawater was icy cold, seeping through her thick, long hair, then her mouth, nose, and eyes, submerging her.

Ah, Shizuko's world was pitch black, not the usual blue. The sea, her mother, was angry.

The icy seawater enveloped her in endless loneliness, yet why did she still yearn for that little bit of warmth?

Shizuko drifted with the tides, slowly, slowly, out to sea, her body stiff and cold, as if she were about to return to the sea and become one with it.

At that moment, Shizuko bumped into something hard, which immediately caught her attention.

"What is this?" Shizuko's eyes were almost closed, and she could only feel it with her hands, tracing the fine texture and the intricate carvings.

"It doesn't seem like useless debris." Shizuko thought it was more likely a wooden statue.

It wasn't until Shizuko touched the vajra that she realized it was a statue of En no Gyoja, which must have drifted from a destroyed Shinto shrine.

Shizuko didn't like war, so she was more inclined towards Buddhism in her faith. She didn't have a high regard for En no Gyoja, but she habitually said, "If I can return alive, I will surely worship En no Gyoja." At that moment, Shizuko was in a state of complete resignation and didn't believe she would survive.

But in that instant, the statue of En no Gyoja in her arms became very warm, like a hot stove, restoring the feeling in her frozen limbs.

Shizuko felt no discomfort and naturally looked toward the shore of Oshima. The next moment, the seawater pushed her, and without swimming, her body turned and drifted toward the shore.

Chu Ci didn't know if Shizuko kept her promise to worship En no Gyoja, because at this moment...

...

Chu Ci hadn't even opened his eyes when he felt like hitting someone.

Why?

When he regained consciousness, he felt sticky all over, and his nose and mouth were burning. His face felt as if it was covered by something that made it hard to breathe.

Oh, Chu Ci opened his eyes, but he couldn't see anything. He wiped his face in the opposite direction, and a large amount of yellow talisman stuck to his hand. The room suddenly brightened, and Lei Xuan and his teammates were gathered around him.

"What are you doing?" Chu Ci said, feeling nauseous and about to vomit. It wasn't because of Sadako, but because of the black, red blood on his body. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Yay! I said black dog blood works best, see? It's effective immediately!" Zhou Yue cheered.

Slap~

"Effective my ass!" Chu Ci threw the talismans at Zhou Yue's face, his expression saying, "Who else is messing with me? Come out all at once, I promise not to kill you."

"Cough, Chu Ci, don't be angry. While your memory is still clear, tell me what method woke you up, so I can document it." Jia Tengying hid a green, bubbling potion behind his back and casually changed the subject.

"There was no method!" Chu Ci grumbled, "This video tape wasn't completely cursed by Sadako, so I came back after watching the movie."

"Movies in the 1990s? Japan truly is the AV nation!"

"Censored or uncensored? Which star went into the industry?"

"Old driver, take me with you!"

As soon as Chu Ci spoke, a few perverts immediately started asking for the movie codes and seeds.

"Sadako's mother went into the industry, do you want to see?" Chu Ci rolled his eyes.

Everyone kept their distance, and the women whispered, criticizing Chu Ci for his heavy taste.

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