I'm a mentally ill person, and I was chosen to participate in the Rules of the Strange Tales.

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"No, no, she didn't come back to life!"

What's the point of living?!

The lividity and stench on the woman's body were getting stronger and stronger. How could she possibly come back to life?

So, isn't her current state...?

Words like "living dead" and "zombie" kept popping into Hirozuka Okamon's mind.

"If I tell the curator and the others, I'll definitely be targeted by the female corpse."

"But if I don't tell the curator and the others, won't I have to bear this fear all by myself?"

After much deliberation, Okamon Hirotsuka decided to inform the others, as it was better for everyone to be targeted together than for him to be targeted alone.

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Is Okamon Hirozuka out of his mind?

Perhaps his recent life as a local tyrant has clogged his brain with grease.

[Rule 3: When in a room with a body, no matter what happens, you must not talk to yourself; otherwise, you will be responsible for the consequences.]

[This kid clearly broke the rules, which is why the corpse came back to life!]

Panting heavily, Okamon Hirozuka finally arrived at the door of the curator's room in a daze.

"Come in." The curator's greasy voice came from inside as soon as the door was knocked.

"Gangmen? You look terrible. Oh? Why aren't you carrying that thing anymore? Have you figured it out?"

He wanted to ask Okamon Hirozuka if something had happened, but the next second the curator realized that the female corpse he had been carrying on his back was nowhere to be found.

"Curator...she...she's alive!"

"what?"

The curator suddenly stood up, as if he had realized something.

"Hirozuka Okamon, don't spout nonsense without scientific basis! Remember our employee handbook!"

[Rule 1: There are no ghosts in this world. Spreading ghost stories about funeral homes is strictly prohibited. Violators will be immediately dismissed.]

Okamon Hirozuka realized he had almost said the wrong thing, so he asked cautiously.

"But she... well, why don't you go and see her?"

The curator's face darkened. "What do you mean, 'I need to go and see'? You're afraid, but I'm not?"

Of course, since this has already happened, and I am still the curator, running away will definitely not solve any problems.

So, under the curator's leadership, the night watchman of the warehouse and Bao Lebin, who was just finishing his brush, were also called along.

"You go."

"You go."

finally.

The task of opening the door fell to Bao Lebin, that great traitor.

With trembling hands, Bao Lebin felt he had used up all the courage he had in the rest of his life before he finally gritted his teeth and opened the door.

"Huh? Curator, inside?"

Bao Lebin turned around to tell everyone what he had discovered, but to his surprise, he found that the curator and the other two had already retreated more than ten meters down.

Bao Lebin:

OK OK.

Thank goodness this corridor has an end. If you were allowed to do whatever you wanted, you'd probably have to retreat two miles down the corridor.

"Curator, there's nothing inside?"

Oh, there's nothing there~

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but the next second their faces turned pale.

The most freaking creepy thing is that the stuff inside is gone, right?

In the end, everyone went into the room together, and it was indeed empty, just as Bao Lebin had said.

"Where is he?" the curator questioned Okamon Hirozuka.

"I don't know either. She was just here a moment ago, talking and smiling at me."

"Alright, alright! Stop with the nonsense, just say you don't know!"

Just as everyone was trying to figure out where the missing female corpse had gone...

A cold, eerie voice echoed from outside the corridor.

"Are you looking for me? Okamon Hirozuka, didn't you promise me you wouldn't tell anyone about me? What do you mean by this now?"

'boom! '

Without the slightest hesitation, the curator delivered a powerful whip kick that sent Okamon Hirozuka flying.

"That's right, they told you not to tell anyone, so why did you tell us?!"

'boom! '

With another muffled thud, the curator kicked Okamon Hirozuka out, and Bao Lebin immediately locked the door from the inside.

Gangmen was left standing alone in the corridor, completely bewildered.

"Oh, it seems these people you called have no intention of helping you."

You can still only hear her voice, but you can't see where she is.

"Gulu~"

Swallowing hard, Hirozuka Okamon forced a smile.

"Well, sis, actually, I—oh, right—didn't mean any harm by inviting them here. I just wanted them to witness your miracles."

As he spoke, he retreated to the door, his hands behind his back frantically twisting the doorknob.

"A miracle? Heh, actually, I was going to take you with me just now, what a pity~"

Accompanied by a soft laugh, the naked female corpse slowly appeared in front of Okamon Hirozuka.

It's only been a few minutes.

The woman's body was covered with large areas of lividity and ulceration!

There are still many creatures wriggling inside the rotten parts.

"What's with that expression? Weren't you always hugging me while you slept? What, am I not pretty?"

"Beautiful, beautiful"

Σ_(」∠)

"Ugh, ugh!"

"Sigh, I gave you another chance, but why are you so useless? What a pity, such a pity~"

[The Chosen One of the Cherry Blossom Kingdom: Hirozuka Okamon, failed his challenge (to the Night Watchman of the Funeral Home).]

[An eerie event will occur in 120 seconds, descending upon the city of Akiseki, Shichikawa Prefecture, and lasting for 48 hours.]

The rain is still falling outside.

Chapter 361 The Invisible Man

Okamon Hirozuka is gone

Perhaps, if he hadn't told the curator and the others about the female corpse's resurrection, the outcome might have been different.

Perhaps, if the woman hadn't come out when she was wondering if he was beautiful, the ending might have been different.

However, there is no medicine for regret in this world.

It was supposed to be a short, rapid downpour, but it's been going on for so long and shows no sign of stopping; in fact, it's getting even more violent.

The howling wind sounded like the wailing of a vengeful ghost.

Jiang Xiao's words kept echoing in the curator's mind.

The funeral home. Are there only four people in front of us?

After a long while, the curator slumped into a chair, giving off a sense of helplessness.

"Actually, if we're serious, we have another one at the funeral home."

"Cleaner".

Cleaner?

Not only Jiang Xiao, but even the Night Watchman and Bao Lebin were dumbfounded and kept pressing their heads.

Clearly, even the two long-time employees were unaware of this news.

"I've been here for days, why haven't I seen him come out to eat? Are you abusing your cleaning staff?"