Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"I'm sorry, we don't have anything that expensive at home, and we can't buy Toraya sweets at this time of day."

Seeing Tomie's increasingly hostile gaze, Kawabe Maya hurriedly picked up a dorayaki and brought it to Tomie's mouth.

Tomie gave a cold laugh, took a bite, and spat it out before even chewing.

"Pah! Pah! Pah! Only an ugly and poor inferior like you would eat this kind of cheap garbage."

Kawabe Maya was sprayed with sticky saliva and red bean paste, and she froze on the spot. Her cheeks twitched a few times, and anger that could no longer be tolerated appeared on her face. A hint of murderous intent flashed in her eyes.

"I know you're in a bad mood, but I hope you can have basic moral character and not take your bad mood out on others."

Just then, an unpleasant rebuke came from the entrance hall. Amamiya Rin dragged a skinless corpse into the house, his brows furrowed, and his disapproving gaze fell on Tomie's face.

Tomie clicked her tongue, dismissing Amamiya Rin's words with disdain, but she didn't argue with him.

"On behalf of Tomie, I apologize to you, and I'm very sorry that I couldn't bring your sister back alive."

"My sister...she..."

Kawabe Maya's gaze was fixed on the skinless corpse, which had even lost its head. Her body swayed, and she almost couldn't stand up.

"I only saw her body. The cause of death was probably that she was killed by a strange man with scissors."

Amamiya Rin was vague and did not elaborate on his guesses and experiences.

Unless you're a journalist, archaeologist, or folklorist, knowing too much is not a good thing.

Maya Kawabe maintained a blank expression throughout, as if her mind had been emptied. She stared blankly at her sister's corpse, her expressionless and devoid of emotion.

After a long while, Kawabe Maya finally nodded.

"I see."

The light, airy sound was like smoke, which dissipated with a gust of wind.

Looking at Kawabe Maya's expression, Amamiya Rin felt that she could understand.

Mrs. Kawabe's role in this family is that of an oppressor and abuser. Although Maya and Riki are her blood relatives, it's hard to say how much affection they still have after so long.

Feeling more confused than sad is perfectly normal.

"I'll take her back first. Before I get back, could you please put a skin cover on your sister? I'll contact a professional to handle it."

Amamiya Rin gave Kawabe Maya a few instructions, then hung Tomie's head around his neck again, leaned on his cane with his left hand, and supported Tomie's body with his right hand as they left the Kawabe family home.

Avoiding pedestrians and using his clothes to conceal Tomie's unusual behavior, Amamiya Rin struggled to get into his jeep.

Tomie's residence was a high-end apartment in Setagaya Ward. After helping Tomie lie down on the sofa with her head on the cushion next to her, Amamiya Rin sat up and looked around.

The spacious living room, the expensive furniture with its simple lines, the city night view outside the window, all exude a sense of luxurious sophistication, a carefully crafted sense of refinement.

This living environment is more than a hundred times better than that of Amamiya Rin, who is currently homeless.

(They certainly know how to enjoy themselves.)

The thought naturally crossed my mind.

"You think it's good?"

Tomie's head on the cushion immediately caught his thoughts, a smug smile curving her lips, and she invited him in a soft voice.

"Then please stay here. Don't be shy with me."

"Well..."

Amamiya Rin hesitated for a moment before sensing Kawakami Tomie's thoughts.

(You'll cover the rent, utilities, and living expenses, and also take care of my daily needs.)

"Wait a minute! You're dreaming... no! You're being way too optimistic!"

Amamiya Rin's face immediately darkened.

This can no longer be called free labor; it's more like making him pay out of his own pocket to do the work.

"Because—it's all your fault!"

Tomie raised her voice, her eyes widened, and she accused him indignantly.

"If you hadn't meddled so much that I had to ask you for help, would I have run out in the middle of the night? Would I have had another imposter? I would have had my head chopped off! Do you know how troublesome and painful it is to grow your body back? This is all your fault! You have to make it up to me!"

"It's all my fault? Isn't it because you're so useless? You were defeated in one move the moment we met, you weren't helpful at all, and you became a burden to me."

Amamiya Rin couldn't help but complain to Kawakami Tomie.

He was just feeding the enemy, feeding the enemy to the enemy. His opponent was a heavily injured Slit-Mouthed Woman. With all his strength, Kawakami Tomie was fully capable of stopping the Slit-Mouthed Woman and trapping her in the alley. But this guy started taunting her as soon as they met, and he was killed instantly by the enraged Slit-Mouthed Woman without being able to help at all.

"I don't care! It's your fault! It's your fault!"

Tomie pouted, her cheeks puffed out slightly, like a spoiled and willful little girl—if you ignored the fact that she only had one head.

(Yes! We strongly protest this irresponsible behavior!)

(We must take responsibility!)

(Strongly protest!)

(If we don't take responsibility, we'll slack off if you encounter danger again!)

……

Other women from 【Fujiang Network】also joined in the fun; these women were all people who loved to watch the drama unfold.

However, this time it wasn't just about excitement for them; there's no such thing as working for nothing without any benefit.

"You guys really have to be able to help."

Amamiya Rin rolled his eyes, but didn't get entangled with Tomie and the others. With Tomie's unreliable persistence, unless he really turned on them, they could keep bothering him until he died.

This is a minor matter that doesn't cross his bottom line, so there's no need to turn against him.

"Fine, fine, I'll pay the rent and utilities. As for living expenses... you'll have to take care of them yourself. Don't expect me to buy you luxury goods."

He was just missing a place to stay, and his supernatural abilities would be too unfriendly to hotel owners if he stayed in a hotel.

Living here, Tomie won't die anyway, so even if she attracts some strange curse, she won't worry about harming innocent people.

Huh? So, living with Tomie is actually a good thing for the world, since even if he sleeps in a jeep, there's still a chance he might injure innocent passersby.

"Am I not innocent?! I've wanted to say this for a long time, aren't you being too harsh on me? We're clearly the closest people to each other!"

Just as Tomie was about to beam with joy, she sensed Amamiya Rin's thoughts, and her smugness immediately vanished, replaced by a dissatisfied complaint.

"Harsh? No, no, no, that's not true at all. It's precisely because I consider you a close person that I'm so casual with you."

Amamiya Rin quickly gathered his thoughts, straightened his expression, and said earnestly.

"To give an example, when interacting with others, polite words are reserved for strangers. Do we need to be so polite with close friends and family? And would you say something like that to a stranger to insult a friend?"