Beichuan Si silently picked up a piece of doll fragnt.
"It’s just an ordinary plastic doll."
Beichuan Si set down the plastic fragnt, his voice cold as he said,
"In Japan, dolls are called figures... Figures are children without hearts, but once a soul is placed into the figure, the doll gains a heart..."
This might be considered a ghost story; in various regions of Japan, legends about human figure substitutes exist.
The so-called human figure substitutes an using dolls to take on the disasters intended for a child or soone else.
Placing souls into such dolls might explain why the dolls in the Sanmu Abandoned Doll Factory could move.
As he muttered and analyzed, the viewers in the live stream started to comnt again.
"Mr. Beichuan is so cool! Explosively cool!"
"Cold face, powerful, performing exorcism, and doing analysis—do you all love this Mr. Beichuan? I’m not going to lie, I’m in love."
"To be honest, in so villages or ancient families, there are indeed legends about figures, just like Mr. Beichuan ntioned."
"Takashi, Yingzhu, learn sothing! This is a live lesson from Mr. Beichuan!"
The viewers in the live stream were riled up.
But that was irrelevant to Beichuan Si. He stood up, dusting off his hands, thinking to himself.
Having just entered the Sanmu Doll Abandoned Factory, they were t with such a ’welco’—did this an that so presence hiding in the doll factory had already detected Beichuan Si as a threat?
"If that’s really the case..." Beichuan Si grabbed a flashlight in one hand and a hamr in the other, and without a word, he headed deeper into the workshop.
Following behind Beichuan Si, Yamakou Hideyasu and Tanaka Takashi saw his actions, exchanged glances, and still ended up following.
As soon as they entered, Beichuan Si instinctively felt sothing was off.
The machines had been moved; anyone with eyes could notice that.
Most of the machinery was pushed into the middle of the path, seemingly attempting to block Beichuan Si’s advancent.
The resentful spirits inside seed increasingly aware of Beichuan Si’s threat.
"Does this an they’re afraid?"
Beichuan Si felt sowhat amused.
The day had co when even spirits were afraid of him—that was quite rare.
"Brother Temple," Tanaka Takashi finally caught up from behind and saw the towering pile of machinery; he couldn’t help but open his mouth in awe.
"What’s going on?"
Although they hadn’t brought any props this ti, they still ca to explore the workshops of the doll factory as usual.
They even morized the map to prevent any surprises.
But they had never seen a scene like this before, where nearly all the belongings of the workshops were crowded right in front of them.
In other words, this was a doll manufacturing workshop they had never visited.
"But we’ve been to every workshop," Tanaka Takashi looked up, unable to comprehend.
The machinery and assembly line equipnt were stacked about five ters high, and since the factory’s ceiling was only about ten ters in total, nearly half the space was blocked by these useless, abandoned chunks of tal.
Beichuan Si, holding the flashlight, looked at the machinery and shook his head.
To him, what seed like insurmountable obstacles were actually no trouble at all, but considering Tanaka Takashi was still live-streaming, Beichuan Si temporarily abandoned the idea of climbing over them by hand.
"Let’s go," Beichuan Si turned back and said.
But in the very mont after he spoke, a steel rebar as thick as a finger suddenly quivered and shot toward his neck!
Tanaka Takashi and the others indeed saw it but were too late to warn him. The rebar was too fast; it was at Beichuan Si’s face in a flash!
In response, Beichuan Si rely glanced to the side, his hamr already raised, and he smashed down with force!
Clang!
A tallic clang that made one’s teeth tingle echoed as the flying rebar was smashed to the ground in an instant.
He reacted to that?!
Tanaka Takashi and Yamakou Hideyasu could barely believe their eyes.
What kind of reflexes were those?
But before Tanaka Takashi and Yamakou Yasuhiro could react, the Shinra Bell that Beichuan Si had always kept at his waist suddenly started to tremble, and a series of crisp bell sounds rang out!
Beichuan Si didn’t stand there in a daze, but instead, he charged towards Tanaka Takashi and Yamakou Yasuhiro.
Then with one in each arm, he sandwiched the two n at his waist and dashed outside.
Tanaka Takashi and Yamakou Yasuhiro exchanged confused glances, suddenly clueless about what had just happened.
Then—
Behind them, a series of whistling noises echoed.
The machinery piled up inside the workshop and various remnants began to mysteriously fly towards them!
If those iron objects were to hit their heads or so other vital parts of their bodies, they would undoubtedly be sent to the Yellow Springs!
Tanaka Takashi and Yamakou Yasuhiro covered their mouths with a hand, watching the horrific scene unfold before them with faces filled with terror.
If Mr. Beichuan hadn’t co along today, they would have undoubtedly died here, no question about it!
To the present Mr. Beichuan, the twenty-five-ter distance of the factory workshop was just a flash, and he directly brought the two n, who were still shaken, back to the previous workshop, gazing deeply into the still-troubling darkness of the doll factory’s workshop.
At so point, a faint sll of burning had begun to perate the air, and isolated by the deadly silence of the doll-making workshop, Beichuan Si couldn’t even hear the voices of the people outside.
This was undoubtedly a very strange thing.
No matter how much Mr. Beichuan enhanced his physical abilities by sevenfold, it was impossible for him to not hear a single sound.
He thought for a mont and tore off the cara and other equipnt from his body, handing it over to Tanaka Takashi and Yamakou Yasuhiro behind him:
"This will be the end of this live broadcast. The footage from earlier should all have explosive monts, and your studio can use it to gain more popularity."
"But what about you, Brother Temple..." Yamakou Yasuhiro asked, full of concern.
What had just happened was clearly not the work of a human, and sothing truly resided within this factory.
"Nothing much, did you stop the live stream?" Mr. Beichuan asked.
"We stopped it just now," said Tanaka Takashi, his heart pounding as he nodded.
"That’s good, don’t let my identity be exposed, and you can manage the other content however you want. There shouldn’t be any danger on the way out—"
Mr. Beichuan’s voice suddenly elongated and then disappeared.
Tanaka Takashi and Yamakou Yasuhiro widened their eyes.
Had Mr. Beichuan disappeared!?
Just like that, right in front of them?
The workshop in front of them was empty, with winds whistling, and from there, they could even see the workshop on the opposite side.
Whether it was the greasy iron pieces or the decrepit machinery, all had vanished.
"What in the world is going on?"
A living person had suddenly vanished right before their eyes, and they both found it hard to accept for a mont.
"...What should we do, Yasuhiro? Call the police?" asked Tanaka Takashi, who after repeatedly checking with his flashlight and finding not even a shadow of Mr. Beichuan, couldn’t help but show a hint of panic on his face.
"...The Beichuan Master should be fine, and even if he isn’t, given the current situation, we’ve already gotten a bit beyond police control, right? Let’s not make things ssier for the Beichuan Master."
Tanaka Takashi began subconsciously referring to Beichuan Si as the Beichuan Master again, and continued thoughtfully:
"Let’s get out of here and wait outside. If Mr. Beichuan doesn’t co out by daylight, then we’ll call the police."
"Sounds good."
The two of them agreed and proceeded to head outside.
On the other hand, Mr. Beichuan only felt the world spinning before he found himself standing in front of a building again.
The rundown workshop, the towering buildings, the faintly blood-colored sky...
"Where is this...?"
Mr. Beichuan turned off his flashlight, his eyebrows tightly furrowed.
Judging by the appearance of this place, it should still belong to the Sanmu Abandoned Doll Factory.
Mr. Beichuan instinctively thought of the creepy story that Tanaka Takashi had ntioned when they entered.
The lingering spirit of the factory’s owner, hiding in a workshop, turning those who entered into dolls...
"Could that supposed workshop... actually be this place?"
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