Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"...Is that so?"

Tomie blinked, a look of doubt and confusion flashing across her face.

She was born from the flesh and blood of other Tomies. Strictly speaking, she is not even a year old yet. She has no relatives or friends and cannot experience that feeling from the memories of other Tomies.

"Of course that's true. Who am I? I'm a practitioner striving for Buddhahood. One of the five precepts of Buddhism is not to lie. How could I deceive you?"

Amamiya Rin squatted down, staring intently into Tomie's eyes, and said without changing his expression.

(Ah Lin...wouldn't do anything bad.)

(That seems to make sense.)

(Is it because you're so close that you have fewer reservations about being together?)

(I have similar memories; among those memories I was planning to discard, there were indeed times when Yukiko Mio and her friends made jokes that went beyond the bounds.)

……

Sensing the unspoken sentiments of Amamiya Rin, the other Tomie members also began to ponder, discovering that what Amamiya Rin said seemed to make sense.

This is a good thing. The weaker Amamiya Rin's guard and aversion towards them, the easier it is for them to influence her.

If things continue like this, one day Amamiya Rin will become a captivated by their charm and willingly spend his life with them.

Tomie and her ilk, who are not good at hiding their thoughts, thought optimistically.

Back in the parking lot, after getting into his secondhand Jeep, Amamiya Rin took out his phone to check the time.

It was almost midnight. He rubbed his temples, restarted the engine, and drove back to Shimokitazawa. At the same time, he also made a phone call to Feng Haichun.

The phone rang several times before being answered, and Feng Hai's voice carried a hint of helplessness and exhaustion.

"Amamiya-kun? What is it now?"

Amamiya Rin could hear a sigh in Kazemi Junya's voice.

"A paranormal event combined with a murder case. The murderer is the urban legend of the Slit-Mouthed Woman, and the victim is the wife of the Kawabe family. The address is No. X, XX-cho, Shimokitazawa."

With extremely concise language, Amamiya Rin explained the matter that required Kazemi Junya's intervention.

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a heavy sigh.

"Do you know what? It's 11:40 p.m. now, and there are still 20 minutes until tomorrow."

The sigh was mixed with helplessness and a sense of resignation.

"Huh? Yes, what's wrong?"

Amamiya Rin was steering the wheel, somewhat confused about what Fuukai Junya meant.

"A vampire in the afternoon, a slit-mouthed woman at night. Seriously, your talent for causing trouble and encountering ghosts is practically made for you to join the editorial department."

Feng Haichun said with almost admiration.

"Don't talk like I'd like it. I wish these things didn't exist in this world."

Amamiya Rin retorted.

"That's my wish too. Wait a moment, Xiaomu and I will be there soon."

After hanging up the phone, when Amamiya Rin arrived at the Kawabe house, Kawabe Maya had already covered Kawabe's wife with a layer of skin.

Amamiya Rin finally saw what Mrs. Kawabe looked like; she was far inferior to Kawakami Tomie and Kawabe Maya.

"Speaking of which... after applying the alchemical ointment and peeling off the skin, what happened to my breasts?"

Amamiya Rin asked curiously.

Mrs. Kawabe's breasts were unusually flat, with almost no curves, and even his own breasts were larger than Mrs. Kawabe's.

He didn't believe that Mrs. Kawabe had always been like that, otherwise Xiaoli would have starved to death.

"Fat melts into the muscles."

Kawabe Maya touched her chest, revealing a heartbroken expression.

Amamiya Rin felt that the pain she was experiencing now was far greater than the grief she felt when she saw Mrs. Kawabe's body.

I glanced at Maya Kawabe's chest and saw a fist-sized undulation. Was something inserted there?

Amamiya Rin sat on the sofa, waiting for Kazemi Junya and the others, while letting her mind wander and pass the time.

Not long after, the sound of a car engine shutting off came from outside the door. Then came the muffled sound of a car door opening and closing, and the sound of more than one person's footsteps approaching.

He stood up, leaning on his cane, and walked to the entrance, just as a knock sounded at the door.

The door opened, and standing outside were Junya Kazemi and Souichirou Kogure.

Feng Hai looked even more haggard than in the afternoon, and the dark circles under his eyes were particularly noticeable under the porch light.

Kogure slumped her shoulders, the dejected aura from the idol's downfall still lingering.

To Yu Gonglin's slight surprise, a tall and strong woman was also following behind the two.

"Officer Dog Boy?"

Isn't it said that she doesn't do any work all day, only knows how to gamble on horses and slack off by playing pachinko, and is comparable to Sakata Gintoki?

Working in the middle of the night, he doesn't seem like someone who's slacking off at all.

Amamiya Rin's gaze fell upon Kazemi Junya.

"This involves a life, and Kogure and I don't have the positions and authority to take the body back. If we were questioned by the First Investigation Division and said that the murderer was Kuchisake-onna, we would probably be scolded severely. So we brought Inspector Inudo in as well."

Perhaps Amamiya Rin's gaze was too obvious, because Kazekawa Jun understood what Amamiya Rin meant and spoke up.

"It's not that simple. I came here because of the Slit-Mouthed Woman."

Inudou Ranko, speaking with an Osaka accent, scratched her head, looking displeased.

"Wasn't that guy supposed to have died fifteen years ago? How come he's reappeared?"

"Dog Boy Police Department."

Amamiya Rin's heart stirred, and she stepped aside.

"The situation seems a bit complicated. Please come in and explain."

The three of them went inside.

Maya Kawabe stood awkwardly at the edge of the living room. Mrs. Kawabe's body lay on the floor, her head severed, which made Kogure's face turn pale.

Despite being a sturdy, large man, Kogure is actually quite timid, especially when it comes to paranormal events.

Inudou Ranko was quite direct. She walked towards the corpse, examined the wounds carefully, and didn't even raise an eyebrow, only clicking her tongue.

"Kogure, bring the body bag in."

Inudou Ranko turned her head and gave the order.

Xiao Mu quickly went outside.

Inudou Ranko turned to look at Amamiya Rin.

"Amamiya, please explain the situation."

Yu Gonglin had already organized her thoughts, saying what needed to be said and concealing what needed to be concealed.

What should be hidden? One's own strength.

It's highly unusual that a patient who had just been discharged from the hospital and whose body hadn't fully recovered could defeat the Slit-Mouthed Woman.

I can't exactly explain my relationship with Tomie, or the existence of Nagami, can I?

These two things are likely to attract the attention of the country's top leadership.

Amamiya Rin only said that he drove away the Slit-Mouthed Woman using a spell.

After recounting her experience, Amamiya Rin thought of something else: her encounter and conversation with those elementary school students that evening.

"By the way, the Slit-Mouthed Woman shouldn't be a new phenomenon. Today, when I passed by Shimokitazawa, I met some elementary school students who also mentioned a strange woman who resembled the Slit-Mouthed Woman. They also mentioned that the strange woman's weakness is hair cream. Although I don't know if hair cream and hair wax have the same effect, or if they've made a mistake, I think there's a high probability that the strange woman is the Slit-Mouthed Woman."