Bizarre Honkai, a Wife-Chasing Crematorium

They didn't have heads, but they were completely unaware that they were already dead, still celebrating the fact that they had killed the fake head ghost, and that as long as they escaped this infirmary, they could survive.

They desperately searched for clues, trying their best to leave...

Struggling, doing everything they could to escape.

Until the moment they discovered that they didn't have heads, and their lives came to an end.

Six brand-new heads were neatly arranged on the bottom shelf of the cabinet. They were the first victims of this small room…

The label on the bottle, which originally said "flammable and explosive," gradually distorted and blurred, turning into another warning—"edible."

The white bedsheet, which no one noticed, was lifted by something. The men's shoes under the bed were neatly arranged, close together.

A normal person's shoes wouldn't be so neat. When a person takes off their shoes to go to bed, there would always be extra force causing the two shoes to be unevenly distributed.

Suddenly, the shoes moved, walking to the cabinet, opening the bottles that contained the heads, and pouring out all the liquid inside.

The heads and blood, which should have fallen to the ground, disappeared into thin air.

The next moment, the heads reappeared, bouncing and jumping back to their headless corpses.

Their eyes were empty. Their mouths were empty. It looked as if there was nothing inside, and you could only vaguely see the skull and the brain matter crushed into the crevices between the bones.

They gently pushed the door open and walked out without any trouble.

It seemed like the barriers between different spacetimes were no longer obstacles for them, because they had acquired new carriers.

And after they left, five more pairs of neatly arranged shoes appeared one after another, standing in front of the cabinet, repeating the same actions as the previous bizarre entity.

The infirmary door was opened. The bizarre entities inside didn't belong to this spacetime, and so were unable to leave.

But the heads inside the bottles, which did belong to this spacetime, could.

"Honey, your husband isn't coming home tonight, right?"

"Don't worry, he's on a business trip..."

"That's great! I saw you tidying up your husband's shoes so neatly. Are you feeling guilty?"

The man thrust down hard, ripping open the entrance of the cave in the mountain spring, and the flood inside instantly overflowed, submerging the dense forest below.

"So, what's our relationship now?" the woman asked.

"Don't talk. Just eat," the man replied.

Inside a room somewhere in the city, the breath of life filled the entire bedroom.

"Thump!"

The shoes that were neatly placed at the entrance suddenly bulged, as if someone was wearing them, and knocked open the shoe cabinet.

The shoes moved slowly. Their speed constantly increased, and they walked towards the place where the owner of this house was on a business trip.

The man who had worked tirelessly all day returned to the hotel and lay down on the bed exhaustedly.

"...I wonder if my wife misses me. Should I call her now?"

"Forget it, I'll sleep first."

The man closed his eyes, not noticing that the door, which could only be opened with a key card, had slowly opened…

A pair of shoes walked in, staring eerily at the man's exposed feet.

The man suddenly felt that his fatigue had disappeared, and curiosity forced him to get up and see what was going on.

But he realized that he couldn't move. He couldn't even see or hear… He had lost all five senses.

Soon, the man's consciousness was crushed and torn apart.

He turned into the shoes, and the shoes became him. He didn't even have the chance to resist in this process.

They walked out of the room, leaned down, and neatly arranged all of the shoes in the hallway…

At midnight, a staff member at the hotel was confused. She called her best friend.

"Hey, babe~ are you feeling lonely, empty, and horny calling me so late at night~?"

"You pervert… Forget it, forget it. I'm not kidding with you. I'm telling you something strange. In the middle of the night, all the guests in the hotel I work at were walking outside. Some of them weren't even wearing any clothes, just shoes. I think it's some kind of cult. You should be careful. Don't wander around outside when you come home at night…"

The person on the other side of the phone seemed to be laughing so hard that she couldn't close her mouth, "Hahaha, don't worry, there are so many people here. It's very safe. I'm not afraid even if ghosts come! Look, I'm sending you a video on WeChat."

With that, the staff member opened WeChat on her phone, and her best friend sent over a lively video.

It was a pool party. The neon lights were flickering, and the shimmering water surface was reflecting the colorful lights. It was very dazzling.

Many girls were wearing thin swimsuits, swaying their fiery hips, and dancing.

She's still so wild… the staff member sighed. She had to work even harder to earn more money. Only with money could she live a good life.

"Huh? What's this?" The staff member suddenly noticed something was wrong.

At the beginning of the video, slippers and high heels were scattered randomly around a certain area on the ground.

But only about ten seconds into the video, the shoes were neatly arranged together at a strange angle, so neat that it was unnatural.

They were in pairs, and… the shoelaces and the body of the shoes were bulging up, as if someone was wearing them. But the people in the video were playing wildly by the pool. There weren't many people wearing shoes.

"Video editing? Heh, heh. She knows that I'm always so attentive, so she deliberately added creepy details to try and scare me, right?"

The call had ended. It was the other party that had hung up. She didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that her friend was too busy having fun.

The video was naturally considered as edited. As a staunch materialist…

"The shoes at home should be very messy, right…?"

The water in the pool was stirred into chaos, and soon, it was completely stained crimson.

Back in the auditorium of St. Freya, at 7:30 in the morning, only Saori Tsuruyo and Shigure Kira were left.

Shigure Kira was as still as a corpse.

Saori Tsuruyo hadn't forgotten Li Mo's instructions to carry the coffin and bury Li Mo before 7:00 PM, while holding the grave incense.

But here was the problem.

She couldn't do both of these things at the same time.

If she held the grave incense, then she wouldn't have any hands to carry the coffin. It would even take all of her strength to just carry the coffin.

Drag the coffin out first?

No, no, no… Although the customs in the Far East and Shenzhou were somewhat different, dragging the coffin was very disrespectful to the deceased. And it might even violate the altered rules of the funeral.

"I can't do anything…" Saori Tsuruyo was dejected, deeply aware of her human limitations.

Just as Saori Tsuruyo was at a loss, the notebook in the corner caught her attention.

"Did it fall out when Big Brother was eaten by her?"

"Can…can I use it?"

Saori Tsuruyo paused for a moment. She wanted to walk over, but logic told her that she might not be able to handle a bizarre object that even Li Mo was so wary of.

Perhaps the notebook could provide a way out, just like when Li Mo had led them from the broadcasting room to the auditorium.

But it would also definitely lead her to an even more desperate situation.

[…]

Seeing that Saori Tsuruyo was so cautious and unmoved, the notebook stirred restlessly.

It opened itself to the first page and displayed blood-red, twisted words.

[My name is Li Mo. When you read this, my plan has failed.]

[Saori Tsuruyo failed my expectations. She wasn't able to successfully bury me.]

[My name is Li Mo. I am completely dead.]

The notebook would absolutely never tell everything. It would only say things that were beneficial to it and would always have a certain degree of malice toward the person who used it.

Saori Tsuruyo's heart turned cold. She could see that the notebook was trying to lure her into using it.

Right now, her own strength was indeed not enough to fulfill Li Mo's final instructions.

"What should I do…should I trust it? Trust… something that even Big Brother was afraid of?"

Saori Tsuruyo knew very well that Li Mo's death couldn't be separated from this notebook. It was like the mastermind behind everyone's fates.

If she believed it, it might bring even greater danger.

"I'll take a look first. It won't hurt to take a look. As for whether I do as it says…I still have time to weigh the pros and cons. It shouldn't cause any major problems if I only use it once!"

Finally, driven by her desperate yearning, Saori Tsuruyo picked up the notebook and opened Pandora's Box.

And everything happened exactly as the notebook had predicted.

Saori Tsuruyo was unable to resist its temptation. And the notebook was about to fulfill the mission of its first page.