Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

Lin Nao's eyelids twitched, her hands clenched into fists, and her gaze toward Kawakami Tomie revealed naked anger.

"Ms. Kawakami, hasn't anyone taught you what manners are?"

A chilling aura enveloped Tomie Kawakami's body, carrying an invisible pressure.

"Hahaha, someone who can educate me..."

Tomie Kawakami held the back of her hand in front of her, her laughter filled with arrogant arrogance.

(Right here!)

A firm resolve crashed into Tomie Kawakami's mind, interrupting her voice.

The arrogant words that were about to spill from her throat caught in her throat. Her beautiful eyes, filled with arrogance and mockery, suddenly froze, and her pupils briefly lost focus.

Inside the gym, Amamiya Rin's body trembled slightly under the torture instruments, her clothes soaked with cold sweat, but deep in her half-closed eyes burned a fighting spirit that had never been extinguished.

In the midst of extreme pain, Amamiya Rin did her utmost to guard her mind, counting breaths, following breaths, stopping, observing... step by step, she delved deeper into the state of meditation, until she reached the state of contemplation, which once again covered Kawakami Tomie's consciousness.

In the coffee shop, Tomie Kawakami lowered her head, her shoulders heaving violently. It took more than ten seconds for the sudden tremor to subside.

When she looked up again, Lin Nao's heart skipped a beat.

It was still the same face, breathtakingly beautiful, but the feeling it gave off had completely changed.

The previous dazzling and arrogant beauty, like a rose that could prick, has disappeared, replaced by a restrained and composed calmness.

She lowered her hand that had been supporting her chin, straightened her posture, and looked at Lin Naoxu.

The flippancy and sarcasm in his eyes vanished, replaced by a calm and focused gaze, as if he could separate a person from the background.

The doorbell and the sunlight outside the window seemed to dim in that instant, and it seemed that her whole world consisted of only her.

"I'm sorry, that was rude of me. Please continue, I'll listen carefully. Ms. Kawahara Miyuki, what changes occurred after the test of courage?"

She leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on the table and interlacing her fingers under her chin.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow on her perfect profile. Her breathtaking beauty remained, but like a calming stream, it was no longer aggressive; instead, it possessed a charm that transcended gender, radiating a contradictory allure.

"Mmm...uh..."

Gazing at the beautiful young woman before her, Lin Naoxu's anger strangely dissipated by more than half. She subconsciously avoided the overly direct gaze, her heart skipping a beat for no apparent reason.

She raised her hand and rubbed her right eye. The subtle palpitation gradually dissipated, and Lin Naoxu was able to reorganize her thoughts.

"After that, Miyuki became very strange. She would mutter incomprehensible words from time to time, and occasionally a knife would be found in her bag. Once, when the show was about to start filming, she suddenly left. I followed her and found that she went to the abandoned building used in the previous paranormal show. I was there and saw her kill someone. She drained all the blood from the corpse and smeared it on her own body. At that time, she seemed to be no longer herself. That crazy expression was etched into my eyes. I think I will never forget that day."

After saying all that in one breath, Lin Naoxu sighed and rubbed her eyes.

"Elizabeth?"

Amamiya Rin seemed to be deep in thought.

Lin Nao was probably telling the truth; smearing blood all over the body was a disgraceful act of a certain famous vampire.

Elizabeth Bathory, the Great Dragon Lady, was a legendary 16th-century Hungarian countess. Legend has it that she killed numerous women and bathed in their blood to maintain her eternal youth.

Kawahara Miyuki is certainly not the Dragon Girl, but judging from her vampire-like behavior, even if Hayashi Nao is hiding something, she must be someone who knows the truth.

"Later, I also called the police and asked other people for help, but no one believed me. No one would believe that national singer Miyuki Kawahara would be a serial killer who imitates vampires."

Lin Nao looked up at Yu Gonglin, her eyes seeming to ask, "Are you willing to believe me?"

There are loopholes in what Lin Naoxu said.

Amamiya Rin discovered the flaw.

This isn't a matter of belief or disbelief. A serial murder case is such a serious case that even if you don't believe it, the police will still investigate, and as long as they investigate, they will find clues.

Why didn't you call the police?

Amamiya Rin did not ask the question immediately, because it was impossible to get a real answer.

"In other words, Miyuki Kawahara was originally a normal person, until that paranormal program... They really aren't afraid of death."

Amamiya Rin sighed softly. Kawahara Miyuki was like that, and so was Harase Kyoko back then. These paranormal programs, they run to wherever is dangerous. Why are they so keen on courting death?

"Let's go to the scene and see for ourselves what's going on. Only after witnessing it firsthand can we be sure."

Amamiya Rin stood up and said calmly.

Finding clues wasn't his forte, but unfortunately, his main body was still being tortured and he wouldn't be able to rest for at least two more hours, so he couldn't spare the time to contact Feng Haichun to come and check on him.

However, a long time has passed since the first murder, so he is not worried that his lack of professionalism will ruin the clues.

Lin Nao had been waiting for Yu Gonglin to say this. She quickly got up and walked out of the coffee shop with Yu Gonglin, leading the way.

Amamiya Rin's concentration increased even more. While following Lin Nao's movements, she also spared a bit of attention to keep an eye on Kawakami Tomie on the other side.

Meanwhile, at the rural winery, Tomie stepped over the stevedores and walked straight toward the factory building.

Pushing open the half-closed iron gate, a sweet aroma wafts out, revealing a spacious fermentation workshop.

Twenty huge wooden barrels were arranged in the workshop, and next to the barrels were two rows of wooden frames with planks on them to serve as walkways. A dozen workers stood on the frames, holding long poles and vigorously stirring the mash inside the barrels.

Everyone was busy working, and no one noticed her coming in.

"Okay, is everything alright?"

Tomie raised her head, her gaze sweeping over the hardworking brewery employees, and nodded to herself.

It would be strange if she didn't go crazy if they were constantly stirring her flesh and blood.

As she climbed the creaking wooden stairs, Tomie silently approached a brewery employee. Instead of immediately attacking him, she looked inside the enormous wooden barrel.

Inside the wooden barrel, a layer of oil floated on the surface of the murky wine, giving it a cloudy, fleshy pink color.

You can even see a few mutilated faces floating on the surface of the liquid, with eyelashes still intact on the eyelids and eyeballs hanging there, gazing upwards through the pink liquid. When the stir bar moves across, those eyeballs tremble slightly, as if they were still alive.

Deeper inside, chunks of meat of varying sizes, dark tissue resembling internal organs, and rice koji are mixed together. Occasionally, bubbles rise from the bottom of the barrel, carrying fragments of muscle tissue that briefly reveal the texture of the muscle as they tumble in the liquor.