This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame-Chapter 574 - 363. Who is the Fish on the Cutting Board? (4000 words)

Bai Mian’s driver drove fast and steady, and in just half an hour, they had already arrived at the residence of the other party.

Compared to a mansion, this place looked more like a western-style house.

The pale western-style mansion radiated a bone-chilling coldness under the cover of night.

Several servants were standing respectfully at the entrance of the house, waiting.

Bai Mian opened the car door and stepped out first.

She then turned back, looking at Beichuan Si in the car.

It seemed she intended to observe the other’s actions.

Under her gaze, Beichuan Si calmly stepped out of the car and stood with her at the entrance of the mansion.

"Speaking of which, it seems I haven’t introduced myself to Mr. Bird Beak yet," Bai Mian laughed twice, then took off the mask on her face to reveal a fair and pure visage, "My name is Shirasaki Chiyoda. I am, for the time being, the head of the Shirasaki family."

Her face was symmetrical, her figure not bad either, but paired with the black and white long dress that was unsettlingly asymmetrical, one couldn’t help but feel very uncomfortable.

"Please come inside," Shirasaki Chiyoda handed her mask to a servant beside her and led Beichuan Si into the house.

Everything inside the western-style house was brand new, from the sofas edged with gold thread, the shiny glass cups, to the dignified and noble portraits hanging by the staircase...

From these details, one could tell that Shirasaki Chiyoda was financially well-off.

However, Shirasaki Chiyoda seemed to have no intention of entertaining Beichuan Si in the living room.

Bypassing the shiny and flamboyant furniture, Shirasaki Chiyoda led Beichuan Si towards the basement.

She didn’t provide any reason but simply smiled and led the way.

Beichuan Si’s steps were steady as if there was no sense of panic at all.

Behind Beichuan Si, several muscular bodyguards followed.

They watched Beichuan Si, as if ready to pounce and break his arms or legs if his pace slowed.

Beichuan Si only glanced at them, silent.

After descending for about a minute more, a locked door appeared in front of everyone.

This door was mostly new, clearly recently installed.

Beichuan Si stared intensely at the door... more accurately, he tried to see through it to the things beyond.

A faint scent of blood permeated the air.

Shirasaki Chiyoda pulled a key from her bosom and unlocked the door before speaking,

"We’re here, Beidao," she said as she pulled up Beichuan Si’s wrist and led him inside.

Behind them, the bodyguards closely followed.

The room was dark, completely devoid of light sources that created a sealed chamber.

In this profound darkness, Beichuan Si heard the voice of Shirasaki Chiyoda,

"Since Beidao is an esteemed guest I have invited, I thought it would be rude to neglect you, so I wanted to show you my collection."

Her voice contained an excited tremble, along with an indescribable madness.

As her words fell, Beichuan Si felt her grasp loosen and simultaneously, the bodyguards behind him surged forward, restraining his limbs.

A sudden bright light cascaded down from above.

Under the intense light that could make one’s mind go blank, the entire room was illuminated.

The ghastly scene was enough to unsettle anyone.

"This really is..." Beichuan Si narrowed his eyes and murmured to himself.

With where Beichuan Si stood as the center, glass display cases clung to the walls all around.

Inside the displays were not traditional exhibits but various...

Corpses!

Two female bodies with legs bent at eerie angles wrapped around their necks.

Two male bodies with twisted wrists, their heads removed and held aloft between their hands.

The wounds on the hands and feet were cleanly sealed with lime, the lifeless eyes staring straight at Beichuan Si...

Why use the word "two" here?

Because each corpse was composed of parts missing from two other bodies, creating a total sense of asymmetry.

Perhaps the term ’chunks of corpse’ would be a more appropriate description for these ’collectibles.’

Those pairs of lifeless eyes... the crudely sewn together frameworks of corpses... they composed an eerie and terrifying feeling that was indescribable.

Each of Shirasaki Chiyoda’s items of collection consisted of at least two corpses, their pale, twisted faces maliciously formed into smiles, some skin connected by thread that strung together artificial fake flowers.

This tasteless form of expression caused Beichuan Si to look towards Shirasaki Chiyoda with an expressionless face.

Shirasaki Chiyoda seemed to enjoy Beichuan Si’s gaze.

Under Beichuan Si’s watch, Shirasaki Chiyoda had the bodyguards forcibly strap him to a fixed iron chair.

His hands and feet were firmly tied with iron chains.

After completing these preparations, Shirasaki Chiyoda dismissed the bodyguards.

Only she and Beichuan Si were left in the empty room.

As Beichuan Si watched, she stepped lightly and with a smiling face closed the door, also securing a heavy lock.

After fastening the heavy lock, Shirasaki Chiyoda walked contentedly to face Beichuan Si, "Beidao, what do you think of my collections?"

She looked at the several tall cabinets of collectibles behind her, her tone filled with pride.

And toward her collections, Beichuan Si remained silent.

Seeing Beichuan Si’s ’indifference to death’, unable to utter a word in sheer despair, Shirasaki Chiyoda began to laugh with a hehehe.

Her laughter grew louder and louder, echoing resoundingly, bending over in hysterics as her body trembled slightly.