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The morning sunlight streamed through the window onto Izumi Shinichi's face. He slowly opened his eyes, the tension and unease from the previous night still lingering.
"Yesterday really scared me," Shinichi stretched and yawned, his voice filled with weariness.
Izumi Kazuyuki flipped through the newspaper and glanced up, "You scared your mother and me to death. Do you know how loud you were last night?"
Izumi Shikibu was busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen and, upon hearing the conversation between father and son, couldn't help but smile, "You two, always so noisy in the morning. Honestly."
Shinichi picked up the milk in silence, took a deep breath, and thought to himself, "What really happened last night?"
At the same time, not far away, the Murano family.
Rimi stood in front of the mirror, gripping the edge of the sink with both hands. In her mind, she was haunted by the experience from last night and the unsettling voice saying, "Such a pity, it failed." She gritted her teeth, the voice echoing in her mind.
"Don't overthink it. As long as I didn't successfully parasitize the head, it's fine." Rimi washed her face to clear her mind.
After finishing her grooming, Murano Rimi stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her school uniform. Her mood was particularly heavy.
"If I hadn't seen 'parasite,' I might have had a heart attack from being scared," Rimi thought.
"Rimi, hurry up and have breakfast, you're going to be late!" her mother's voice came through the wooden kitchen door, interrupting Rimi's thoughts.
"Okay, Mom, I'll be right out." Rimi quickly picked up her backpack and silently vowed to get to the bottom of all this.
For these two families, this morning was no different from usual, but the nearby Zuo family was not so lucky.
"Goodbye, I'm heading out," the boy said as he zipped up his backpack and waved to his mother.
"Take care!" Mom stood at the door, smiling as she saw him off.
"I'm off too," the little girl Shoushi said cheerfully as she tied her shoelaces.
"Ah, Shoushi, you forgot your lunchbox," Mom quickly took out a lunchbox from the kitchen and handed it to her.
"Okay, thank you, Mom!" Shoushi happily took the lunchbox, waved goodbye, and skipped out.
At the same time, Mr. Sato, a middle-aged man, dressed in gray pajamas, was standing in front of the mirror, studying his face with a curious expression. It seemed as if he was seeing his own face for the first time, excitement and curiosity intertwined.
Mrs. Zuo, wearing a floral apron with slightly curled hair, appeared to be in her forties. She walked over, shaking her head and saying, "Oh my, you haven't changed your clothes yet?"
Mr. Sato Slowly walked out of the bathroom and entered the spacious living room.
"You'll be late for work again if you keep this up. The kids have already left," Mrs. Zuo said, looking at him puzzled, reminding him once again.
Mr. Sato seemed to not have heard her words, his gaze completely drawn to the weather reporter on the television. The reporter was wearing a stylish suit and articulately reporting the weather conditions in various places.
Mr. Sato continued to stare at the television as if deeply attracted by something inexplicable. It wasn't until Mrs. Zuo finished washing the dishes, dried her hands, and walked over to him, carefully asking, "What's wrong with you? Why haven't you eaten breakfast yet?"
At this moment, Mr. Sato seemed to regain a bit of consciousness. He slowly stood up, walked to Mrs. Zuo, and then gently placed his hands on her shoulders, with a hint of unusual expression in his eyes.
Mrs. Zuo furrowed her brows and looked at Mr. Sato with a puzzled expression, unconsciously setting down the clean dishes in her hands. "Hey, honey, what are you doing? What's wrong with you?" she asked curiously.
Mr. Sato's face slowly began to show some unnatural cracks, and he spoke in a low, slightly distorted voice, "Hus...band... eat...ing...break...fast." Each word seemed to be forced out, and with his voice, the cracks on his face grew more and more.
Suddenly, with a loud "crack," Mr. Sato's face slowly split open like a blooming flower, with the skin on his head splitting into nine jagged sections, forming a terrifying large mouth.
Before Mrs. Zuo could react, all she managed to do was let out a frightened "Ah!" before her head was swallowed whole by Mr. Sato's terrifying mouth.
Suddenly, Mrs. Zuo's body slowly weakened and slumped, with blood beginning to seep from her neck, splattering heavily onto the kitchen floor.
Mr. Sato began to chew on Mrs. Zuo's head, which was already headless, using his nine saw-toothed teeth. His hands remained on Mrs. Zuo's shoulders, as if he were enjoying a delicious breakfast.
After completely devouring Mrs. Zuo's head, his terrifyingly large mouth slowly opened again, this time to gnaw on Mrs. Zuo's body.
It wasn't until Mrs. Zuo's body was reduced to a pile of mangled limbs that the terrifying mouth gradually closed, returning to Mr. Sato's original face. However, at this moment, his face, clothes, and the floor were all covered in bloodstains.
At the same time, the streets outside remain peaceful and quiet. Sunlight filters through the leaves, casting a cheerful glow on the faces of pedestrians engaged in happy conversations.
Whether it's children playing on the street, hurried office workers, or leisurely strolling elderly individuals, none of them are aware of the terrifying incident unfolding inside the building.
Shinichi walked into the school gate with an uneasy feeling, his hands slightly numb, which made him nervous.
"Shinichi, you look very tired. Is something wrong?" A classmate walked over with concern, wearing a smile on their face but with a hint of worry in their eyes.
"It's nothing, probably just didn't sleep well last night," Shinichi said with a slight smile, trying to conceal his unease, but that feeling of something being off still clung to him.
Rimi walked steadily into the school and glanced at Shinichi, noticing that he seemed a bit off. If everything was as described in the manga, Shinichi should have encountered parasite yesterday as well.
"Good morning, Shinichi. Did you encounter anything strange yesterday?" Rimi cautiously approached Shinichi and asked in a nearly whispering voice.
"Ah, have you also encountered it?" Shinichi's eyes lit up, feeling slightly relieved. At least he wasn't the only one who felt that something was off.
"Let's not talk about that for now, it's time for class, let's go into the classroom first." Rimi evaded the topic and glanced in the direction of the classroom.
"Okay," Shinichi nodded, and then the two of them walked into the classroom and found their seats.
The teacher stood at the podium, writing with a white chalk on the blackboard. The sound of the chalk rubbing against the blackboard, "kaka," disrupted Shinichi's thoughts.
Shinichi felt that his hand seemed to no longer obey his control. The pen he held would occasionally slip, and the words he wrote became crooked. "Oh, here it comes again."
"Shinichi, what's wrong with your hand?" Rimi couldn't help but ask when she saw Shinichi's unusual behavior, her brow slightly furrowed.
"Since this morning, something has felt off, like a numbness," Shinichi replied with a heavy tone.
Upon hearing this, Rimi suddenly felt uneasy. She remembered that her right foot had also felt numb this morning. The thought of possibly facing a parasite made her skin involuntarily break out in goosebumps.
"Actually, last night I..." Shinichi was about to continue speaking, but was interrupted by a change in the classroom.
The teacher suddenly turned around, holding a piece of chalk, and cast a cold glance at the conversing Shinichi and Rimi, thinking to herself, "Private chatting is not allowed."
Immediately, the teacher forcefully threw the chalk towards Shinichi, secretly pleased in his heart: "This chalk will definitely hit the target. After being a teacher for eleven years, I am now a master at throwing darts!"
Unaware, Shinichi continued chatting: "Ahahaha..."
At the moment when the chalk was about to hit Shinichi, something incredible happened. Shinichi actually, without paying any attention to the teacher, caught the chalk accurately with his right hand as if it had eyes.
The classroom fell silent instantly, and everyone, including the teacher, was stunned.
Rimi, in an emergency situation, quickly reminds Shinichi: "Look ahead! The teacher is watching you!"
The teacher on stage angrily asks: "Shinichi, do you look down on the teacher?"
Shinichi Only then did he come to his senses and asked in confusion, "Huh? What happened?"
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