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In a typical Japanese family home, the light from the television screen illuminated the small living room.
The news anchor on the television was providing a detailed report on the progress of the OECD ministerial meeting.
But the owner of the living room, a middle-aged man named Sato, was clearly very interested in this. His face had silently transformed to look exactly like the news anchor on TV.
He was still wearing the same gray pajamas from the morning, but chillingly, there were bloodstains around his collar, and his eyes were vacant, as if he were diligently studying the language of this world.
At that moment, a voice came from the door: "I'm back!"
The man who had been imitating a TV host suddenly reverted to the face of Mr. Sato. He stood up and walked towards the entrance in an almost mechanical slow motion.
He had a forced smile on his lips and said, "You're back."
The living room floor he had left was covered with the remnants of Sato's wife - Mrs. Zuo, bloodstains, and scattered bones. All of this indicated a cruel fact: Sato was no longer human.
In the entranceway, the one who had just returned home was Sato's son— Kenji. He glanced at the horrifying scene on the living room floor and instantly froze.
It seemed that Sato did not notice his son's unease. Instead, he smiled and said, "Are you hungry? I'm starving and want to have dinner."
Kenji's eyes were full of fear, and his mouth trembled slightly: "Dad, no, you... who are you?"
Sato's expression changed, his eyes became sharp: "What's wrong, Kenji? Don't you recognize your dad?"
"You are not my dad!" Kenji almost screamed out the words.
The smile on Sato's lips became even more twisted. "Oh, is that so? Then what are you going to do?"
Kenji reacted instantly and turned to run out the door. But Sato was faster, almost instantly appearing in front of him, blocking the boy in the living room.
"Where do you think you're going?" Sato sneered, and then his face slowly began to look less and less human.
Not long after, after Mr. Sato finished eating, another girl's voice shouted, "I'm back!"
The next day, the morning light shone through the curtains and sprinkled into Izumi Shinichi's room. The atmosphere in the room became warm under the sunlight.
"Is it morning already?" Shinichi opened his hazy eyes and suddenly noticed Right diligently flipping through books at the desk, almost falling off the bed for a moment.
"Seriously, it's already bright outside. When will this nightmare end?" Shinichi sighed, his expression filled with helplessness.
His gaze fell to the floor, where more than twenty different books were scattered. His Right-hand Parasite was engrossed in studying an animal encyclopedia, even imitating the birds and butterflies depicted in the book, showing a strong curiosity for knowledge about this world.
Shinichi thought to himself: "Still reading, what a bookworm." Then he asked loudly, "Hey?"
"What's up?" Right-hand Parasite responded without lifting its head, its language ability had greatly improved. It had only been a day, but it could already converse fluently.
"I'm going to see the doctor today," Shinichi said seriously.
"Why?" Parasite asked, but still kept his eyes tightly on the book.
"Because I want the doctor to cut you off!" Shinichi widened his eyes.
"That would put my life in danger. I need to obtain nutrients from your blood." parasite explained calmly.
Shinichi thought to himself, "What on earth is this guy?"
Parasite continued, "And if you cut me off, I will die from lack of nutrients."
parasitesawShinichistill gritting his teeth, and added, "And you will also lose your Right hand, which is not good for either of us."
Shinichi retorted, "Didn't you eat my Right hand? Didn't you say that yesterday?"
"Well, that's not entirely accurate," parasite corrected, still staring at the book.
"The more accurate way to put it is that when I need to rest, I'll let your neural pathways return to normal, so you can use your Right hand as you used to."
"Then it's settled, right? From now on, let's work together, there's no other way." parasite said at last.
"I'm tired, I've been reading all night to absorb new knowledge. I'm going to bed, be careful using your Right hand." After saying that, parasite slowly returned to its normal hand shape.
"Hey, I'm calling you!" Shinichi was a little displeased.
Shinichi was somewhat skeptical, so he forcefully poked his own hand: "Wow, I really regained feeling, it hurts!" A hint of relief appeared on his face.
"You freak, you'd better sleep for the rest of your life!" Shinichi taunted.
Finally, he glanced at the scattered books in the room and couldn't help but frown: "Do I have to clean up all these books on the floor by myself?"
After a quick tidy up, Shinichi went downstairs to have breakfast.
Izumi Shikibu looked at him in surprise and asked, "What's wrong, Shinichi? You ate a lot this morning."
Izumi Shinichi responded, "Oh, I just felt particularly hungry today." After saying that, he sneakily glanced at his Right hand. Perhaps what the parasite said before was true—it needed to absorb nutrients from his blood.
Shinichi organized his backpack, locked the door, and was about to leave when he heard the voice of Murano Rimi nearby.
"Hey, Shinichi, are you heading out?" Rimi stood at his doorstep with a smile.
"Yeah, want to go to school together?" Shinichi suggested.
"Sure, let's go together!" Rimi happily agreed.
The two walked side by side on the way to school, with the cherry blossoms swaying gently in the spring breeze, adding a touch of poetry to the entire street.
"Shinichi, how's your parasite doing? Are you getting along with it?" Rimi suddenly asked, her expression showing genuine concern.
Shinichi paused for a moment and then replied, "Well, it learns quickly and can already converse with me fluently. But I still feel a bit uneasy."
Rimi smiled and said, "My parasite is actually very cute, with two big eyes and two little hands. At first, it could only speak gibberish, but now it has learned some basic vocabulary."
Shinichi listened with curiosity and replied, "Really? That's amazing. My parasite is a bookworm, it spent the whole night reading yesterday."
Rimi finds it very interesting: "Wow, that's too diligent! Mine is more like a child, always asking me what this is, what that is."
Shinichi smiles and says, "It seems that our parasites each have their own personalities and preferences."
Rimi nodded, "Yeah, I also don't think they are that scary. My parasite even told me that it will protect me."
Shinichi felt a sense of relief, "That's great. My parasite also said it needs to absorb nutrients from my blood, so it won't harm me."
Two people chatted as they walked through the street filled with blooming cherry blossoms, and before they knew it, they had arrived at the school gate.
"Well, we're at school," Shinichi glanced at his watch and then said to Rimi, "We need to hurry inside; it's almost time for class."
Rimi nodded, "Okay, see you back in class."
Shinichi smiled, "See you in class."
Two people walked into the school gate and headed to the classroom. They sat down, each with a common thought in their mind: perhaps these parasites are not as terrifying as they initially imagined, and there might be a way to peacefully coexist with them.
As a housewife, Izumi Shikibu is busy cleaning at home. She holds a mop, carefully wiping the floor of the living room, while casually turning on the television. The house is filled with the smell of cleaning agents, mingling with the noisy sound of the television.
Suddenly, the news report on the television caught her attention: the incident occurred in the residential area of XX City, Kanagawa Prefecture. "The victims were housewife Yukawa Yui (40 years old), her eldest daughter Shoushi (14 years old), and her son Ken (10 years old)."
Izumi Shikibu's expression instantly became serious. She stopped what she was doing and exclaimed in surprise, "Oh my, this is truly terrifying, and it happened near our home."
The report continued, with a more and more serious tone: "Due to the severe damage to the bodies of all the deceased, the specific weapon and method of the crime have not yet been determined. It is worth noting that the husband of the deceased, a 45-year-old man, has been missing since the incident. The XX police station is currently treating him as the main suspect and actively searching for his whereabouts."
Izumi Shikibu took a deep breath, feeling even heavier. She couldn't help but look around her home and suddenly felt a chill.
Although her home seemed peaceful, the report made her keenly aware that safety and danger are sometimes just a thin line apart.
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