"I'll take a look... eh, watch an advertisement to get a coupon, I have it..."

Late at night, on the quiet streets of Shibuya, Sosuke Araki stood alone on the side of the road, scanning the code with his mobile phone to unlock a red shared bicycle.

It was already midnight when I left the police station, and the last subway had already stopped running.

No matter how you look at him, he doesn't look like a rich local tyrant. If he wants to travel from Shibuya in the southwest to the Taito district in the central area, other than using violence to coerce the taxi driver, he can only rely on this thing.

Just when he stepped on the shared bicycle and was about to "launch and start"...

The back seat of the car sank slightly.

Turning around, Mochizuki Ayano, who had changed into a short skirt and casual clothes, sat quietly sideways on the back seat of the bicycle.

A pair of big round eyes with different colors of black and blue stared at him with a sly look.

"...Eh? You, you, you..."

Looking at this haunted girl, Sousuke Araki's whole body shook violently like a puppy passing by static electricity.

Sure enough, the Metropolitan Police Department finally decided to pursue my crimes!

It's better to take her hostage now, rush to Yokohama Port overnight, and give her a lifebuoy after successfully embarking on a snake-headed boat...

"I'm off work too. As a favor, take me home by the way..."

Being stared at by Sousuke Araki, Mochizuki Ayano turned away in embarrassment.

After returning to the police station, she couldn't hold back the thoughts that were stuck in her throat, and finally followed.

"Oh hehe, I'm scared, where do you live? Is there..."

With a sigh of relief, Araki Sousuke stepped on the bicycle pedal with some guilt, trying to avoid falling into a possible "encirclement".

The red bicycle kicked off at a speed that surpassed the battery car, raising a large cloud of dust.

"Hey!! Even bicycles have a legal speed limit..."

Unpredictable, Mochizuki Ayano could only hold on to the corner of his clothes with both hands, facing the sudden gust of wind.

Under the silent moonlight, the thoughts of the two of them were like wheels spinning under their feet, silently driving down the streets of Shibuya.

The heat and hustle and bustle of the day have faded away, and Shibuya at night, under the cicadas and moonlight, reveals a rare sense of tranquility and elegance.

"...That... Araki..."

Mochizuki Ayano lowered her eyelashes and opened her mouth cautiously.

"Ok?"

"...What do you think of things like 'talent'?"

"Talent?"

Araki Sousuke scratched his head in confusion.

Having lived for more than 20 years, being an idiot in exams, having a difficult job, and relying on a handful of physical strength to survive, the word "talent" seems to be far away from him.

"...If it is said that there is something that others can't do or challenge, but someone can easily accomplish, then he..."

In the back seat, Mochizuki Ayano raised her head and stared at the bright moon, which was about to be full in the sky, her chest heaving slightly, as if she had exhausted her strength and asked: "...Then, does he have the responsibility and obligation to complete these things? Woolen cloth?"

The faint tone seemed to be asking Sousuke Araki, but also asking herself.

When she thought of the Menglan Bon Festival, she couldn't help but think of the dark alleys in Ikebukuro, in the square of Kanda Ming Shrine, on the second bridge...

The detective with no "talent" used his fresh life to win the possibility of victory for the spirit removers.

Tamiya Seihiro, my grandson Yuto, Shigeo Shigeo, Shigeo Yuya, my wife Shinji...

For her, who will never forget, these names represent not just the archives that are permanently sealed, but the fresh lives that have fought together with her.

From the first meeting with them to the farewell, every detail of them will be forever engraved in her mind.

"Responsibility and duty?"

Hearing the other party's question, Sousuke Araki slowed down his steps on the bicycle pedals, and seemed to use his rusty brain in a rare way.

"Although I don't quite understand what you want to express, in my opinion, everyone is equal, with their own unique talents and fields suitable for flowering. But as far as I am concerned, there are too many people in this world than me. A smart guy who's good at all kinds of things..."

There was a trace of confusion in his eyes, and he tried to give his own answer.

"If you blindly throw responsibilities and obligations to others on the grounds of talent or talent, and don't strive to pursue your own path, isn't it a kind of self-denial and escape?"

"Self-denial and escape?"

Hearing his words, Mochizuki Ayano looked thoughtful.

"In this world, there may be the joint efforts of each person to perform their duties, and there are also responsibilities and obligations that are divided according to ability... But, more importantly, it should be the will of the individual."

Seemingly caught the inspiration, Sosuke Araki said more and more vigorously.

"...In other words, to carry a certain responsibility or mission on one's shoulders without authorization, and suffer alone, for those who are unwilling, unconvinced, still working hard, and even willing to sacrifice for it, is it not a good thing? Such denial and contempt."

Enjoying the moonlight above his head and the oncoming wind, he recalled his "employment choices" over the years and couldn't help feeling filled with emotion.

"Doing what you think you want to do, love to do, and want to do, and refusing to do what you don't like, isn't the freedom that everyone desires most in their hearts?"

Perhaps according to what Kopei said, if he had given up his "freedom" and chose a career path based on "talent", he might have gotten better than he is now.

"Back then, the head of GENNMA Entertainment said that I had a different talent and was destined to devote myself to art... Master Chiba also said that I had a kendo intuition that I had never encountered in a thousand years, and asked me to stay and inherit his credit card... But , I still want to do what I like, for example, I like to ride a bike, even if I ride a motorcycle to deliver food at night, I find it more interesting than those things..."

There was no time to complain about Sousuke Araki's nonsense, Mochizuki Ayano was immersed in his own thoughts.

The other party's remarks are very different from the education that "the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility" instilled by the family since childhood.

I never seemed to ask myself what I really wanted to do.

I never cared if I liked what I was doing.

Perhaps, this is the enviable philosophy of survival for someone like Sousuke Araki who grew up in a welfare center.

"That's right, always with this idea in mind, it's not a constraint to others and yourself. As long as everyone does what he thinks he should do, that's enough..."

Sighing, she seemed to have finally figured out something, showing a look of relief.

After knowing certain truths, in front of you, I am indeed the one who is the most unwilling and unconvinced.

Perhaps, everyone in Lesson 9, who was born with extraordinary abilities and served as the class leader at a young age, is more or less working hard with this feeling in mind.

"Here, it's this building, right? It looks so luxurious."

The red bicycle stopped briskly in front of a high-end apartment building.

Mochizuki Ayano jumped out of the car and lightly adjusted her skirt.

"Thank you, I probably got the answer I wanted... As for you..."

Looking at Sousuke Araki, her eyes were still a little unwilling, and Cherry's small mouth pouted slightly, as if she felt that it was too cheap for him to let this guy go.

She really wanted to tell him everything, from the gaping girl to what happened on the Nanbenmu pier, so that this hateful guy in front of him knew what he had done unknowingly.

"...that's it for today."

However, since he has already agreed to promote the Fa and preside over him, he naturally cannot interfere with the experience of this "venerable" in the world.

Before he could finish speaking, a sinister hand rubbed quickly on Mochizuki Ayano's head...

"Although I don't know the specific situation, I said, have you been too stubborn recently, not only your face is disheveled, but the dark circles under your eyes are so heavy that you can go to the zoo to play a panda, and the injury on your arm looks quite serious..."

Sousuke Araki's words froze her, who subconsciously wanted to use "arm rotation" to break free.

"When you can't stand it and you're in pain, it's also one of the wisdom of human beings as a group creature to ask for help from 'talented' people. If it really doesn't work, running away is also an option. Anyway, even if the sky falls, There are also a lot of people taller than you who were killed first..."

Before the other party could react, Sousuke Araki had already "completed the crime", and started to leave with a catapult.

"For example, taking you for a ride like today, or 'privately dealing' with the kind of tricky guy in the police station, you can come to me at any time. After all, I owe you a lot of favor..."

The red bicycle merged into the street under the night at an inhuman speed, and only Sousuke Araki's words and the raised dust were still floating in the air.

"You guy..."

Seeing this familiar scene, Mochizuki Ayano shook her head like a puppy who had just taken a bath, and shouted in the direction where Sosuke Araki was leaving: "...Who is running away, is he tall? You illegal deck, lynching under the eyes of the Metropolitan Police Department!!"

In the interrogation room a few days ago, which idiot had a tearful look of sadness when he talked about Higashino Yukipei and Reiko, and now he has the time to comfort himself?

Staring blankly at the empty street, after a while, two lines of tears silently slid down Mochizuki Ayano's face.

...

20 hours before "Gate of Hell" appears.

"Sister, IBM700 just pinned a post..."

Akihabara, on the first floor of "Be careful! Identification of a haunted house", Ludou Houhai opened a certain interface of the 2CH forum nervously.

Until late at night, it was the peak time of the activities of the two night owls, so they discovered the post released by IBM700 for the first time.

"...The title is "Greetings from Hell"?"

Although the air-conditioning was fully turned on on a summer night in August, his palms were still soaked with sweat for some reason.

"Oh? Is there actually a video this time? Play it and see..."

Hanyu Mai, who was wearing a white coat and folded his arms, came up behind him with great interest.

"Everyone who saw this video, congratulations, because you will be fortunate enough to witness with me the upheaval of the world..."

In the video, in the center of the darkened room, a figure is sitting with his back to the camera.

"First of all, let me introduce myself, I am IBM700, the moderator of the 2CH forum, you can also call me "Hell Revolution". "

This figure, with a rather thick and arrogant voice, sounded like a strong middle-aged man.

"This...isn't this the 'Don't be a human voice pack'? I just downloaded it the other day..."

Hou Hailudou's ears moved slightly, muttering something.

"Don't be noisy... This is the first time IBM700 has appeared..."

Hanyu Mai lightly patted him, then turned the volume to the maximum, and her face gradually became frantic.

"If, based on the recently confirmed existence of hidden energy field lifeforms, the 'IBM700 hypothesis of the maker of urban legends' is also real, then what is the principle and purpose of his creation and control of weirdness... Just casual Thinking about the 'truth' hidden here, I can't help myself with excitement..."

"Since you asked the question sincerely, then I will tell you with great compassion... I am here today to tear down the old figurines of the existing power institutions and religious organizations, and show the real world to you. before……"

In the video, "ibm700" continues his performance.

"...No one asked any questions at all!"

Before Houhai Ludou finished complaining, on the screen, the figure behind the chair took a deep breath and said the shocking fact: "Yes, the Wraith, the Riven Girl, the Human-faced Dog, the Headless Horseman... These urban legends circulating in the 2CH forum are real. Even, countless people have died because of them..."

"...And these supernatural beings, blood-soaked realities, have been overshadowed by authorities and religious organizations under their command for hundreds of years, just to maintain the 'order' they need to rule!"

"Put your doubts and laughter aside for now. My "Hell Revolution" will let you know that all of the above are true..."

Following these words, the chair, which was facing away from the camera, slowly turned around.

Sitting on that chair was a dark figure with a vague outline.

"Wow, look at these five cents special effects..."

Hanyu Mai had already slapped the head of someone who was still playing the role of "spit-caking": "What are you doing, the shape of this chair, the download source of that voice pack, and the figure's body data are all Record and analyze, maybe you can get some clues..."

"I hereby formally warn you that starting with the Menglan Pen Festival, the gap between **** and the human world will no longer exist, and the era of ghosts walking at night will come again with the opening of the gate of hell..."

"At that time, the departed deceased will return to the world, and there will be no boundaries between life and death... I am looking forward to how those incompetent rulers, lost gods, and sleeping gods will react..."

"Finally, if you are fortunate enough to survive the karmic fire of this hell, you can also call me to bless you in my name, and witness the birth of a new order with me~lightnovelpub.net~ With the self-proclaimed "" The figure of "Hell Revolution" rushed towards the camera, the whole picture was swallowed by darkness, and the video ended there.

"That's it? Could it be some kind of gimmick from the Menglan Pen Festival essay contest? I'll give him a "special effect super double ghost version" every minute for such a video..."

It took only ten minutes for the post to be published, and countless netizens have already left comments below.

The opinions of most people are basically the same as those of Hou Hai Lu Dou. They are all madly complaining about the moderator IBM700. This "Holiday Blessing" video is too old-fashioned and has five special effects...

"A gimmick? Whether it's a gimmick or not, IBM 700 can just publish a text message like before. Why take the risk of exposing his identity to make such a video? Does it mean that he has to pass some kind of visual impression..."

Hanyu Mai held her cheeks in thought, her brows furrowing even more.

"…According to the 'personality modeling' analysis, this guy won't do anything that doesn't help."

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