Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"I'm exhausted, but... I should have come sooner."

Amamiya Rin lay on the car seat, muttering to herself.

The triple pressure caused him so much pain that even after resting for half an hour, he still felt unwell all over.

However, upon introspection, the atrophied muscles and adhered joints showed significant improvement, and the stimulation from a single pressure application was comparable to three days of rehabilitation training.

Moreover, relieving atrophy and reducing adhesions are only secondary effects; the main effect of applying pressure is to strengthen the body.

Amamiya Rin could feel that his skin, muscles, bones, and even his heart and lungs had significantly improved.

Even the martial arts techniques in those fantasy novels probably don't have such a powerful effect.

After pausing for a moment, Amamiya Rin turned to look at the passenger seat next to him. Elizabeth's portrait and diary were there, with a hideous bone knife behind them. All of these were things he had sent over from Tomie when he controlled her.

The portrait and diary were left to another woman, Tomie Kawakami; with a little polishing, the bone knife could be used as a real knife.

After quickly tidying up, Amamiya Rin immediately drove to the abandoned building.

He turned off the engine, got out of the car, and walked into the building. When he got to the fourth floor, Yu Gonglin leaned against the door frame and glanced inside.

Miyuki Kawahara remained curled up in the same spot, motionless, seemingly having fallen into a deep sleep.

Amamiya Rin wasn't sure, nor did he intend to verify it; all he needed to know was that Kawahara Miyuki was still alive.

Turning around and going downstairs, Amamiya Rin took out her phone, found Kazemi Junya's number, and dialed it.

"Feed? Amamiya-kun?"

"It's me. To make a long story short, I've discovered the serial killer."

Amamiya Rin slightly modified her account, saying only that she received a text message from an unknown number, and then tricked Kawakami Tomie into investigating the situation, confirming that the real culprit in the serial murder case was Kawahara Miyuki.

"Impossible! Don't spout nonsense! How could Meibao be a murderer!"

The harsh voice made Amamiya Rin's ears ring. Someone snatched Kazemi Junya's phone and shouted angrily.

"Who are you……?"

Amamiya Rin didn't recognize the voice and asked cautiously.

"I'm Xiaomu! That's not important! What's important is that Meibao couldn't possibly kill someone! I won't allow you to slander Meibao!"

The man on the other end of the phone shouted angrily.

Good grief, is he a sasaeng fan?

Amamiya Rin found it amusing, but didn't mind. She simply said that whether it was slander or not, they would know once they arrived.

About twenty minutes later, a police car arrived and stopped not far away.

The car door opened, and Feng Haichun stepped out first, his face grave. Following closely behind him was Kogure Souichirou, his brows furrowed, his lips pressed into a straight line, and his gaze towards Amamiya Rin filled with obvious distrust and intense dissatisfaction.

"The person is on the fourth floor, and the physical evidence is also there."

Before they could ask any questions, Amamiya Rin pointed with her thumb at the building behind her.

"I swear on the name of Meibao Fan Club No. 0023, I will never allow anyone to slander Meibao!"

Kogure Souichirou glared at Amamiya Rin, then stormed into the building without a word, his footsteps echoing in the empty stairwell.

"I'm sorry, I just found out too. It turns out that Kogure is a fan of Kawahara Miyuki."

Feng Hai walked up to Yu Gonglin and smiled helplessly.

"However... no one would have imagined that Miyuki Kawahara, a national idol, would be the real culprit in a serial murder case, would they?"

Junya Kazemi's smile faded, replaced by a hint of melancholy.

"Can we ban paranormal shows? If it weren't for these shows, none of this would have happened."

Amamiya Rin leaned against the car door and couldn't help but complain.

"It's not that easy. Banning paranormal programs won't stop enthusiasts from going on adventures."

Feng Haichun shook his head, didn't exchange any more pleasantries with Yu Gonglin, and quickly walked into the abandoned building.

Amamiya Rin had difficulty moving around, so she didn't follow.

A moment later, Xiao Mu, that big guy, walked out of the abandoned building looking completely disoriented. He had a long face, his broad shoulders slumped, and he kept muttering, "How could this happen? Miho! That damned Elizabeth!"

Kazemi Junya followed behind with Kawahara Miyuki. His face was pale, and he looked extremely uncomfortable, as if he had seen a very terrifying scene.

In his right hand, he was holding a transparent evidence bag containing a fruit knife with a bloodstained blade.

Kawahara Miyuki lowered her eyes and stood with her hands behind her back, her cuffs gleaming.

Amamiya Rin also went to the Metropolitan Police Department and gave a formal statement.

The process went very smoothly, except that I didn't get to eat pork cutlet rice or go into the police history compilation room to look at the files. The Metropolitan Police Department was also busy with matters involving a big star like Miyuki Kawahara and a heinous case like a serial murder.

Although he saw Professor Matsuura before leaving the Metropolitan Police Department, Amamiya Rin did not disturb their work. He simply greeted them from afar and left the Metropolitan Police Department.

It was almost 7 o'clock, the sky was getting gray, and the sun had long since disappeared. Amamiya Rin let out a soft breath, got into his second-hand jeep, and drove towards Shimokitazawa.

Today's schedule isn't over yet; we need to deal with the flesh-colored monster as soon as possible and send that mother, who has completely gone mad, to prison.

Amamiya Rin parked the jeep in the paid parking lot in Shimokitazawa, locked the car, and walked out with his sword bag on his back and his cane.

As he walked along the road, Yu Gonglin observed the roadside signs. Passing a 24-hour convenience store, he slowed down, feeling a pang of hunger in his stomach.

I practiced all afternoon, and although I didn't get much exercise, I was still a little hungry after all that.

Let's buy some food to tide us over.

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Amamiya Rin walked towards the convenience store.

Pushing open the shop door, the aroma of oden mixed with the cool air rushed out. Amamiya Rin glanced at the oden on the counter and was somewhat tempted, but considering that it would be inconvenient to eat while walking, she gave up on the oden.

Walking between the shelves, Amamiya Rin picked out a sandwich and a carton of strawberry milk, then turned back towards the checkout counter.

As the clerk was scanning Yu Gonglin's QR code, the store door opened again, and a little girl of about ten years old ran in, leaned on the counter, and asked loudly, "Uncle, do you have hair lotion here?"

The clerk didn't stop working. After scanning the sandwich's barcode, he casually replied, "Hair cream? No, we rarely sell that kind of thing anymore. We all use hairspray."

The little girl said "Oh," looked disappointed, and turned and ran out.

Amamiya Rin paid, took the change, tore open the sandwich packaging, inserted the straw into the strawberry milk, and then walked out of the convenience store.

He took a big bite, his gaze casually sweeping over his surroundings. He saw the little girl who had asked about the hair cream earlier was now gathered across the street with two or three other girls of similar age, discussing something.