I started my horror resurgence from Naruto

At the other end of the corridor, Iruka, who had just returned, was holding the stolen paint bucket in his hand. He was frowning as he watched Hinata Naraku leave in embarrassment, mumbling something but ultimately not opening his mouth.

Hinata Naraku walked away with his back to Iruka without looking back. He did not blame Iruka for turning a blind eye. Ever since he was branded as a bird in a cage after traveling through time, he suddenly realized that this was not a comic but reality. What's more, the comic "Naruto" has nothing to do with beauty. The background color of this comic is stained with blood.

This is an age where human life is worthless. The crazy laughter of the murderers and the sound of air leaking from the trachea of ​​the victims are the never-ending background music of this world.

Otherwise, why would Uzumaki Naruto, the son of a hero, be trapped in a miserable childhood, and Uchiha Sasuke, the orphan of a noble family, become the only one who had to spend the rest of his life atonement for his sins until the end of the play?

ridiculous?

absurd?

It was just the outer shell of a miserable world. Once it was torn open, it was full of smelly rotten flesh and bones. Therefore, Hinata Naraku gave up the idea of ​​seeking help from outside from the bottom of his heart.

No matter how much Iruka preaches the "Will of Fire" on behalf of the Hokage in the classroom, he can never change the nature of ninjas as tools of killing. How naive do you have to be to have a little bit of good faith illusion about a school that trains and supplies killing machines to the village?

In other words, school bullying is an unspoken elective course in ninja schools, and it is a death preparatory class for the growth of those useless students.

after all,

Humiliation and pain can promote people's growth and transformation the fastest. As a student of ninja school, you have to cultivate the ability of killing and endurance so that you can expand into the ninja reserve force.

Hinata Naraku brushed off the shoe prints and dust on his clothes and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He didn't care about his image. He just couldn't go home in such a miserable state. It would be a disgrace to the Hyuga family. He didn't dare to suffer the scolding and corporal punishment from the clan today with his bruised body.

"Iruka probably didn't see them taking my videotape away. Of course, he might be able to guess it."

Hinata Naraku walked out of the campus alone, thinking about what had just happened, but it was harmless. Moreover, even if the four people died accidentally seven days later, a normal person would not link their cause of death to a videotape. Wouldn't that be mentally ill?

Hinata Naraku looked up at the afterglow of the setting sun, his brows relaxed slightly, "How could there be a ghost in broad daylight, hehe~"

In a world ruled by ninjutsu, even science has to give way, let alone literature. This is a culturally barren desert. Otherwise, a book with simple drawings, "Intimate Paradise", would not have topped the best-selling book list for years.

all in all,

The people in this world have not yet received widespread literacy education about ghosts, and lack the most basic correct concepts and common sense about ghosts. Even if there are a very small number of gifted people who have knowledge in this area, their ideas are all about evil gods, the earth's resentment, the god of death in the Shikigami Fūjin, and all kinds of far-fetched and irrelevant jokes.

Ninjas are accustomed to using ninjutsu to explain everything, which forms a natural protective film for Hyuga Naraku to spread terror in the dark. However, this will inevitably attenuate the effect of spreading fear.

"Well, that's exactly what I want. Let's just stay safe in the early stages and let the death process of these four people ferment on its own. Although this will bring slower returns, it is safer and more stable."

Hinata Naraku put the normal logic of a ninja into her mind, and imagined that even if the four people died suddenly on the seventh day, the suspicion would not fall on her in the short term. When the matter continued to ferment and the videotape inevitably fell into the eyes of someone with ulterior motives, by then, she would be able to easily deal with the hidden danger that had been buried here with Iruka today.

Of course, whether things will develop exactly as Hinata Naraku expected can only be verified by time. All he has to do now is to do nothing and continue to stay at home as usual.

As the sun sets, night inevitably arrives as promised.

No. 17, Kita -chome, Konoha Village, a two-story wooden house with the word "Morino" written on the doorplate.

There were several schoolbags scattered in the hallway on the first floor, and shoes were placed randomly, emitting a mixed smell. The lights on the first floor were off and there was no one in sight. The wooden door of the bedroom on the west side of the second floor was half-open, and through the gap in the door, flickering light could be seen shining from the TV onto the tatami. Four figures with their socks taken off were kneeling in front of the TV.

The smell in the room was a mixture of chemicals that was extremely toxic and irritating to the eyes, but the four of them seemed unaware of it. It was obvious that they had a deep bond with each other, and it would be no exaggeration to say that they sympathized with each other and shared the same bad tastes.

"Are you ready? Can we watch this video tape?" The prompting voice sounded a little impatient.

The TV screen flickered with mosaic snow, and the old VCR made a jamming sound, as if someone had swallowed something dirty and it got stuck in their throat. They coughed and tried to spit it out, but then a hand roughly pushed it back into their mouth.

Gudong!

"The Ring" was swallowed into the VCR. Morinakada angrily slapped the TV twice and gritted his teeth and said, "If you can't watch it, it's because there's something wrong with Hinata Naraku's tape. We have to teach him a lesson tomorrow."

Amid the simultaneous unbridled laughter, as if to stop Senakeda's innocent anger, a screen with flashing snowflakes appeared and began playing.

There is no opening credits, no prologue, and no film company logo or cast list. A picture simply emerges without any foreshadowing, which seems extremely abrupt and weird.

But it was indescribably eye-catching, as if it contained some kind of irresistible gravity, causing four pairs of pupils to stare at the screen without blinking, for fear of missing any shot.

There was no more talking, only the sound of the VCR running, which faintly overlapped with the breathing of the four people, as if there was a fifth person quietly watching TV.

The four people did not notice that the lights in the house were gradually dimming. Only the TV was on. So their eyes unconsciously chased the only light, but the light emitted by the TV was not warm, but a cold white color that was drenched in gloom.

The video continues to play incoherently, with intermittent switching of clips, as if a lot of content is missing, or as if several unrelated clips were randomly edited and pieced together.

confusion!

boring!

But it is like thick ink penetrating their pupils, staining deeply in the pale brain matter inside their skulls, becoming the most unforgettable part of their memory.

This memory has seven scenes in total.

The first act:

A round hole, and a man with a blurred face was looking down.

Act Two:

A beautiful woman is combing her hair in front of a mirror with a smile on her face. Then the mirror moves to the other side of the picture, and a little girl with long hair covering her face appears. The woman also looks back with a smile.

Act Three:

People were crawling in the mud, moving along the slope in fear and pain.

The fourth act:

Many words move on the screen in a twisted manner like ants.

Act V:

A man with a cloth covering his head stood on the shore, pointing his finger into the sea.

Act VI:

In the desolate woods, a dry well stands quietly in the center of the picture.

Scene 7:

In one of the constantly blinking eyes, there was a faint word - chastity.

As the video played intermittently, the four people watching seemed to have personally witnessed these scenes in their memories, and the sense of immersion was so strong that it was unbelievable.

The picture suddenly stopped and the TV screen was filled with snow again. The four people blinked their sore eyes at the same time, wondering why they were so fascinated by the show.

Obviously it wasn't pretty, but the scene I just saw flashed through my mind uncontrollably. For some reason, I felt that the temperature in the room was a little cold and uncomfortable.

They didn't think much about it, and they would not admit to each other that when they watched the video, they always felt a chill down their spines and a sense of inexplicable horror growing in their hearts.

Just a little bit, but embarrassing enough. As prospective graduates of the ninja school, they would be dancing with death for the rest of their lives. How could they allow themselves to be frightened by a box of messy videos?

After the four of them laughed and complained, they dispersed and left. Senekda saw his friend off, yawned, walked back to the second floor, turned off the TV and took out the videotape.

He inadvertently caught a glimpse of a woman in white with long hair covering her face standing behind him in the reflection of the dark TV screen. Senakeda was shocked and turned around quickly, but there was nothing behind him.

Senekda had just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was an illusion, when a shrill intercom broadcast broke the silence in the room. Senekda himself didn't know what he was afraid of. He picked up the phone stiffly. No one spoke on the other end of the phone, only the faint sound of a woman's laughter could be heard.

The intermittent laughter was strange and made people tremble, repeating one sentence - "You saw it!!!"

……