Just when Kengo Yamada was immersed in the joy of not dying.

Sosuke Araki is sleeping soundly in his apartment in front of Tibet.

The snake meat packaged from Kamakura was very tender and delicious, it seemed to have a fatal attraction to him, and the more he ate it, the more he wanted to eat it.

On the morning of his return, he put it in the refrigerator as a ration for the past few days, and used the "Mapo Tofu Seasoning Pack" from the convenience store to cook a large pot.

After that, he sighed that Japan's ecology is so good that such delicious game was raised, and he fell into a deep sleep after a while.

This sleep, he slept from day to night, and there is still no sign of waking up.

At midnight, the cabinet door slid open a slit.

A pale eyeball appeared there quietly, staring at Sousuke Araki, who was sleeping shirtless with his back to the cabinet.

Compared with before, this eyeball seems to be bigger, and the resentment on the body surface is also more intense than before.

The sleeping Araki Sousuke, with his stomach as the center, was burning with black resentment like flames, constantly infiltrating all parts of his body.

Under the influence of black resentment, the tattoo of the Bodhisattva on his back, like a fish in water, became more and more vivid.

The bodhisattva's eyeballs turned slightly, and looked straight at the eyeballs in the gap.

The cabinet door closed gently immediately, as if nothing had happened.

At midnight, the Zangqian apartment, which had been quiet for a few days, became lively again.

The doors of several rooms opened slowly, and a grey-white figure began to slowly step out of the room, and began to gather in the corridor...

The difference from before is that the figures that appeared this time are mainly old people and children, and the death status is different, and the number is much less than last time.

Several figures silently entered the elevator, went down to the first floor, and finally stopped at the door of Room 102...

The doorbell rings, the pager's screen lights up, the door opens...

"now you…"

"now you…"

"now you…"

The old voice was mixed with the childish voice, intertwined.

"excuse me…"

"excuse me…"

As the figures entered the room one by one, from the door of the room, you could vaguely see the holy fluorescent lights in the room...

Shortly after that, the entire former Tibetan apartment was silent again, like a tomb.

In the dream, Sosuke Araki dreamed again that he and Erzae Ryoma went to the "Yoshihara Bubble Bath" again, wanting to make up for the regret of not being able to do this show last time.

However, this time, the female technician was disgusting, scrawny, and the massage force was quite insufficient.

He also had to force him to add money to consume the "special package for this episode".

All in all, it was a nightmare.

…

In the early morning of the next day, Shibuya Police Station, dedicated meeting room for Section 9.

Several men in suits sat around the long and narrow conference table with solemn expressions.

Standing at the top was Mochizuki Ayano, who was also wearing a black suit.

"Mr. Shiben hasn't arrived yet?"

She asked Takeshi Iwata beside her.

Takeshi Iwata looked a little embarrassed, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Tokimoto helped catch a habitual criminal who stole underwear last night at the Shijing Daxing. He is now taking notes at the police station... He has already sent someone to pick him up."

"Mr. Shiben really can't be idle. He's obviously getting old... Forget it, the information team will report the basic situation first."

Hearing her say that, a female detective sitting below immediately switched the content on the computer to the projector and started reporting.

The screen on the projection cloth was switched to a tall, model-like girl wearing a red coat and a long white dress.

The photo should have been taken from a distance, and you can only see that she is wearing a mask on her face.

"The main target of this operation is the crack girl, whose action rules are very simple and rude. The locked object will go through the two processes of 'question - crack'. As for whether the object answers and the content of the answer has no substantial impact on its actions. The experience of the nine agents Bunkani Jiro and Matsuda Shota, if they can move faster than Kaizumi, they may survive. Their recent movements are recorded as follows…”

Then, the screen switched to an electronic map of Tokyo.

Countless red markers representing the suspected whereabouts of the Rippled Girl appeared on the map.

"Kikou Girl, who was originally active in disorder, for some reason has been concentrated in the Asakusa area in the past six months. Combining its traces in the past six months, we have calculated the maximum possible range..."

On the map, there are yellow markers representing the possible locations of the Rift Girl.

"Sure enough...it's around that place...Is there something attracting her?"

Looking at the map, Mochizuki Ayano murmured.

The location in the center of the yellow mark is the Zangqian Apartment.

According to the current information, weirdness all act by instinct and certain rules.

As a weirdness that has been circulating for decades, the rules of action of the rip-off girl are also well-known, "question-kill".

However, why is it that the strange, disorderly activity suddenly changed its "rules" and moved around a fixed range like a wraith.

Could it be that there is some kind of existence that can manipulate weirdness?

Another bold idea came to Mochizuki Ayano's mind.

"As for other weirdness, due to the way of activity and existence, there are too few witness records, and it is temporarily impossible to make effective speculation."

The agent of the information team immediately switched the screen to a new webpage.

It is an urban legend section of 2CH. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"In recent days, we have continued to reduce the public's perception of women with cracks by forging photos of women with cracks on the Internet, manipulating high-level accounts to post, using ordinary accounts to guide public opinion, and exposing the derailment of consortium executives and the multiplayer sports of a certain celebrity. It is expected to achieve the best effect of suppressing public opinion in the next three days…”

Looking at the information on the screen, Mochizuki Ayano was silent for a while, and then asked, "Is there still no progress in the replacement of the administrator rights of the urban legends section?"

Hearing this question, the man representing the information group shook his head helplessly.

IBM700 is the eternal pain in the hearts of the highly regarded technicians in the information group.

"Okay, next, let me focus on the key points of this operation..."

Mochizuki Ayano skipped this frustrating topic and clapped her hands.

At this moment, an old man with white hair and full of energy pushed the door directly into the conference room.

Seeing the old man come in, Mochizuki Ayano and the people around them all stood up and bowed respectfully.

"Mr. Shiben, you are late again."

Mochizuki Ayano didn't mean to complain in these words, on the contrary, it was mostly coquettish.

Because this old man is the current president of the Japan Spirit Slayer Association, Ichiro Tokimoto, a spirit slayer who participated in the sealing of [Hundred Eyes Ghost] when he was young, and a pioneer in actively promoting cooperation between various religions and the spirit slayer family and the government.

"Sorry, sorry, last night I was tormented by only a grudge and I couldn't sleep all night... yawn... After all, I am old and can't compare with your young people."

With a tired face, Ichiro Tokimoto yawned unapologetically, and with Mochizuki Ayano's support, he trembled to the front of the conference table and sat down.