Bizarre Honkai, a Wife-Chasing Crematorium

At this time, the man tried hard to recall what had happened last night. A blank in memory was a very strange thing.

Had he sleepwalked?

The two were wearing simple short-sleeved shirts, which they hadn't had time to change due to time constraints.

The man was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, which was blue yesterday. The woman was wearing green and hadn't changed today.

The woman pushed open the door to the fourth floor and said, "Let's put everything else aside for now. Come in and see, there might be a surprise."

The owners of the house for several generations were all rich. A room that a rich person would lock, the things inside would surely make their future life more prosperous.

Creak—

The door was opened, and a creepy rubbing sound came out. The woman and the man walked in.

The moment they stepped into the room, the woman couldn't help but shrink back, hugging her arms, and said with dissatisfaction, "Why is this fourth floor so cold? What kind of villa doesn't even have automatic lights?"

No windows, no light.

The moment the woman took out her phone and turned on the flashlight, the man suddenly turned his head, like a piece of wood whose stiff neck was twisted by its owner, turning ninety degrees and staring straight at the woman.

The man's expression became strange, and he said nothing.

"What are you looking at me for? Go find the light switch. You don't expect me to keep the flashlight on, do you?" the woman cursed, walking forward without a care.

The light shone on the wall, but she couldn't find a switch. Instead, she found some strange... pictures.

One by one, photos were posted on the wall, all of which were large headshots of humans.

Some had bright smiles and bright eyes.

Some had their mouths open, their facial features almost closed together, like a deformed child.

"Ah!"

The woman was startled. She had thought that the fourth floor would be a treasure attic, but she didn't expect it to be full of human pictures.

What on earth was the previous owner of the villa doing? Why collect ordinary people's headshots? Did it have any meaning?

The woman took a deep breath and found that the fourth floor was a long corridor with no rooms on either side. Perhaps the hall was at the end of the corridor.

"Follow me. It will be over after the corridor."

The woman said, while walking forward with the flashlight, completely ignoring the man's strange appearance at the moment.

His lips would open, curl, and droop from time to time, as if he were trying to find the most suitable expression.

His facial features would constantly close together, and then open wide.

She took a step, and he took a step. From a clumsy start, he gradually became proficient over time.

The frequency of the two walking was exactly the same, but the man's body skeleton was different from the woman's, which made his walking posture look very strange.

"The more I look at these portraits, the more I feel that something is wrong. They look like they were synthesized by AI, not like ordinary people at all."

The woman asked a soul-searching question.

The man suddenly asked with a smile, "Is there anything wrong? I think it's quite normal. What do you think..."

The woman clicked her tongue, stopped in her tracks, and shone the phone light on a photo on the right wall.

It was a handsome man in a suit.

He was thin and tall, his limbs were abnormally long, his fingers were slender and pale, and his nails were surprisingly long. His smiling lips were slightly open, and one could barely see the sharp teeth inside his mouth.

He was dressed very neatly, without any dirt, and was smiling at... the people outside the photo.

Just from his appearance, apart from the long nails, there was nothing else wrong.

"Don't you think it's strange?" the woman asked.

"I don't think so. Isn't this very normal?" the man still smiled, as if smiling was a habit.

"At first glance, he's quite handsome, but it just makes people feel uncomfortable. And... I feel that this photo is very strange. The person inside doesn't look like he was photographed by a camera, but more like... he's looking at the people outside. The photo is like a mirror, with him inside and me outside."

The woman shook her head, "Let's keep going. I'm probably overthinking it."

The woman didn't meddle anymore. She hadn't forgotten that her real purpose was to find more money. It was inevitable that rich people had some special hobbies. Collecting photos of passersby was just a trivial matter.

But gradually, as the woman walked forward, she felt more and more strange. Her heart beat faster, and she instinctively felt an inexplicable fear and gloom.

The people in these photos were no longer facing the outside of the photo. Their eyes were all focused on her.

"Art? You like to be watched by photos?"

The woman didn't understand why those rich people would have such a strange hobby. They even deliberately adjusted the position and shooting angle of the photos to form a corridor where they were always being watched.

"Honey... I'm a little scared..."

The woman suddenly became weak and retreated a few steps into the man's arms to act coquettishly.

The man smiled, "The end is just ahead. Don't you want to see what's inside?"

Hearing this, the woman could only muster up her courage, took out her phone again, and turned the light to the maximum.

This action made all the faces in the photos on the wall clearly visible.

The woman took a deep breath, constantly comforting herself in her mind that these were just photos. How could an adult be scared by photos?

The woman strode forward with big steps.

However, a photo caught her attention.

The woman slowed down, moved her gaze to the middle of the left wall, and suddenly widened her eyes.

Because it was a photo of her husband.

In the photo, her husband was wearing a blue short-sleeved shirt, his expression ferocious, as if he were enduring great pain. He held his head with both hands, but his palms were already a bloody mess, and the white bones could be clearly seen.

If this photo was real...

Then who was the husband behind her?

The woman remembered that her husband had been wearing a blue short-sleeved shirt yesterday. He had taken it off when he went to bed and thrown it on the bedside table. Logically, when he got up in the morning, he should have also taken the clothes from the bedside table and put them on.

But when she found him today, his clothes had already been changed to a black short-sleeved shirt.

"Honey, what's wrong with you? Did you... find something?" the man approached the woman and asked with a smile that did not diminish.

The woman finally saw the man's clothes clearly. Although this black short-sleeved shirt was simple, it was very expensive, because he had seen it in the photo of the previous owner of the house provided by the agent.

The woman dared not answer, shook her head desperately, and casually thought of a reason to flee in a hurry, "No, no, my stomach hurts a little. I'll go to the toilet first!"

The man did not obstruct, but naturally made way, letting the woman leave.

As for why, no one knew the reason.

The man continued to walk forward, looking at his own photo on the wall with a slight smile.

The man in the photo instantly changed from a painful expression to a strange smile. His clothes also changed from blue to black with gold trim.

He continued to move forward and finally reached the end of the darkness.

There was only one person here, a white-haired woman.

The woman who had fled from the fourth floor was panting, still in shock. She ran to the first floor and saw Sakura and Rin.

The woman's hair was messy, and her face was flushed, making her already unattractive facial features even more abstract.

The image of a shrew jumped out from the paper. Sakura and Rin subconsciously retreated.

The woman's mind turned, and she shouted at Sakura and Rin, "Take the phone, turn on the video camera, and see what's at the end of the corridor."

Sakura took the phone. For children, an adult's command was no different from a sacred edict.

They were helpless and had to rely on others.

The woman added, "If you meet my husband, just tell him I'm tired and resting in the bedroom."

The woman was proud of her cleverness in her heart. A lie needed another lie to cover it up. This way, no matter if the man was problematic or not, they could get along peacefully for a while.

Sakura and Rin, who had received the order, did as they were told. They took the phone, turned on the video camera, and came to the fourth floor.

The door was open. Although it was broad daylight, nothing could be seen inside.

"Sister, do we really have to go in? Rin is a little scared. There seems to be something strange inside..."

"It's okay, Rin. Hold my hand tightly. It will be over soon."

Although Sakura was scared, as an older sister, she couldn't show her cowardice in front of her younger sister.

If even she started to be afraid, then the two of them would not complete the task, and what awaited them would only be the woman's beating and cursing.

The same darkness, the same rawness. The two of them were like walking on a street in a winter night. There was no sound, and their pores contracted due to the ambient temperature.

The photos on the wall cast strange gazes at the two of them, but they did not make any more attempts.

They found that the two people in front of them would not be their kind in the future, and could not trigger the rules, unless... they agreed to their request.

Before long, Sakura and Rin saw photos of the man and woman.

Normally, the couple was either complaining or on the way to blaming. But on the photo, they showed a rare kind face. It was just that this expression became more and more strange the more one looked at it, as if humans should not smile like that. It didn't even look like a fake smile.

Without much thought.

The two of them walked to the end of the corridor, an empty hall.

The surroundings were full of extremely luxurious items, ancient genuine works, porcelain and jade bracelets, everything was there. Any one of them, if sold, would be enough for an ordinary person to live without worrying about food and clothing.

But a discordant scene was actually presented in front of Sakura and Rin. They saw a photo hanging high on the wall in the center of the hall.

In the photo was a white-haired girl with a heroic look. Her azure eyes were as clear as a stream, and a smile with an unknown meaning played on her lips. Her pupils were facing them, as if she were staring at the two of them through the photo.

Ordinary people would carve door gods and characters on the door to ward off evil spirits.

The tradition here had always been like this. No one would ever post a photo... in the center of the hall, where they would be seen by the person in the photo as soon as they entered.

"Sister, let's go. We've already done everything she asked."

Rin sensed that something was wrong and urged Sakura to leave quickly.

Sakura nodded, and the two of them left without stopping.

Just as the two of them left with their front feet, the person in the photo lowered their eyes and looked at the two of them leaving.

She seemed to have...

gotten some very interesting memories.

From the minds of the two of them.

Li Mo, the cursed blade, the Grief Seed, Yae Village...

The memories of the future were layered, and she accepted them clearly.

Because they had agreed to the request.

Summer mornings were always cool. Li Mo got up early and ate the breakfast prepared by Beichen.

Beichen still wore a long robe in an ancient style, her colors as light as morning dew. The goose-yellow light from the window shone on her, as if it were a flowing scroll.

A white jade belt was tied around her waist, cinching her waist, and her figure was particularly graceful.

Her hair was tied up in a high bun, her lips were like a touch of rouge, and her eyes were like spring water.

She was dressed exquisitely at all times.

Even though they had lived together for a long time, Li Mo was still amazed by Beichen's temperament and appearance.

"Sister Beichen, do you spend half a day dressing up every day? You look so beautiful every time I see you~" Li Mo said with a grin.

Beichen smiled lightly, her red lips parting slightly, "I did spend some time..."

"It's already 8:20. Aren't you going to school yet? Today... I won't send you off."

Hearing the time, Li Mo's expression was astonished, "Huh? Is it so late already? Then Sister Beichen, I'm going to school! You can go do your own thing."

With that, he grabbed his schoolbag and ran out the door. The school was not far from home. It would take ten or twenty minutes to walk, and it would be even faster if he ran.

For various reasons, although the family was not short of money, they still chose to walk in the end.

After saying goodbye to Li Mo, only Beichen was left in the room.

Beichen slowly walked to the dressing table, and the mirror in front of her reflected her beautiful face.

Her fair fingers picked up the wooden comb and tidied up her waist-length purple-black hair.

However, a figure suddenly appeared in the mirror.

Immediately after, an ethereal and gentle female voice came from behind her, "Excuse me, can I sit here for a while..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the blade was unsheathed, and a blood-red light suddenly shot out, splitting the person in front of her in half without any pause.

"Ah ah, so you know~" the white-haired woman still smiled, even though her whole person was cut in half by Crimson-Dyed Sakura. "I won't die, but it seems that you won't exist in the near future. You're about to die."

Beichen's gaze was sharp, and she lowered her voice, "My life and death have nothing to do with you."

Her body being cut open did not affect the white-haired woman's words at all. She continued, "You are her person. You are the core person of 'Poisonous Cocoon', that king."

Beichen: "..."

After a brief thought, Beichen replied, "I have to thank you for providing so much information. While I am exposed, you are also exposed in our sights. Knowing 'Poisonous Cocoon' means that the inside of the Fire Moth has been invaded by your people. Knowing the king proves that the high-level officials of the United Government are no longer friends."

"The... Impostors lurking among humans."

The white-haired woman smiled meaningfully. Half of her body fell to the ground, and the other half walked in front of Beichen in a deformed posture.

"So what if you know these things?"

"How many of your kind are left?"

Beichen drew her sword and cut the half of her body in front of her. Crimson-Dyed Sakura became more and more vivid, and strange patterns gradually appeared on Beichen's right hand. Fortunately, the ancient-style long robe covered her skin, so even if she went out, no one would be able to see it.

"Humans will die if they agree to your request, and be reborn as your kind."

"You can observe the memories of your kind at will, including any point in the past, present, and future."

Speaking of this, Beichen's heart skipped a beat, and she shook her head.

There were still Impostors in the future, which meant that this era had not eliminated Impostors, and it was already incurable.

And the Impostors, in absolute control of information, could go to any place and kill anyone who threatened them without anyone noticing.

In addition, the most crucial point was... Impostors could not die.

As long as this point existed, humans could never win, and even if they did, it would be a victory of despair.

"Yes, that's right~" the white-haired woman said with a smile.

The next second, Beichen also showed a smile, as bright as a flower, sweeping away the previous gloom.

"Unfortunately, you can't see my memories, because I won't be your kind in the future."

"The things in my mind, you have been searching for them painstakingly, not hesitating to invade the memories of high-ranking officials of the United Government. That plan to contain the Impostors, only the two of us know about it."

"And you, even if you are the only Impostor with self-will, you cannot stop it."

The white-haired woman was stunned and spread her hands, "Do you think I will believe you?"

"If there really is such a thing, why did you watch those soldiers turn into the way you are afraid of?"

"And, from a human perspective, you have exhausted everything to deal with the Honkai. Where do you have the energy to deal with us? The plan is nothing more than intimidation."

Beichen raised Crimson-Dyed Sakura and gave the ultimatum, "That's because you don't know her, the leader of mankind, well enough."

"After she knew all your rules and abilities, she still had the confidence to say that she could almost exterminate you, so she would definitely be able to do it."

The white-haired woman scoffed, "MEI? Just her, an ordinary person? Oh... I have seen her in your memories. She is omnipotent in the hearts of you people."

"How beautiful~ the hope of mankind, the tinder of civilization, the brilliance of salvation..."