Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

Amamiya Rin snapped out of her daze and shook her head.

"It has nothing to do with the Kazuko you mentioned. Don't be so quick to doubt your friend."

Fujino Terumi stared at him for two seconds, seemingly trying to find any trace of lying on his face.

In the end, she just pursed her lips, still somewhat doubtful of what Amamiya Rin had said.

"Then what were you laughing at just now? And what did you say about the worst-case scenario... You already know what's haunting me?"

Amamiya Rin did not answer immediately.

He pulled the violin case to his side and opened it, revealing a pile of crude guns and ammunition to Fujino Terumi.

"gun?"

Fujino Terumi was taken aback and involuntarily leaned back.

"Don't be nervous, it's a handmade weapon."

Amamiya Rin checked the condition of the firearms and said slowly.

"Isn't it precisely because it's handmade that we need to panic?"

Fujino Terumi couldn't help but complain.

If Amamiya Rin could obtain legitimate firearms through her connections, she wouldn't have to worry. Instead, she brought out these obviously dangerous, makeshift firearms.

"It won't explode."

Seeing Fujino Terumi's worry, Amamiya Rin calmly said...

He had worried that this junk might explode, until his last dream thirty years ago, when he was inspired by the way vampires transform and truly witnessed what it means for the mind to triumph over matter.

Amamiya Rin came to a conclusion.

As long as he firmly believes that the electromagnetic rifle will not explode, then there is no risk of the electromagnetic rifle exploding.

"Also, I need to confirm your question and my guess, otherwise I cannot give a clear answer."

"How do I confirm?"

Fujino Terumi tried her best to ignore the junk that looked like a piece of broken metal and focused her gaze on Amamiya Rin's face.

"It's very simple."

Amamiya Rin looked up and met Fujino Terumi's gaze.

"Go out for a moment."

"Go out? Now? Outside..."

Fujino Terumi was stunned for a moment, her face turning slightly pale.

"Without seeing the true form of the ghost story with my own eyes, I cannot determine its origins, and therefore cannot find a solution."

Amamiya Rin interrupted Fujino Terumi and said seriously.

"So, if that thing really is as I think, it should appear when you're out alone, and I'll follow you from the shadows to make sure you're safe."

He paused, then added.

"You need to understand, if this drags on, it will eventually find an opportunity, and I can't protect you forever."

People will always help those who help themselves... Okay, if it were someone else, he wouldn't force them to cooperate, but...

This involves a cataclysmic supernatural phenomenon—human head balloons!

Fujino Terumi's death is not necessarily the only trigger for a large-scale appearance of human head balloons.

However, he cannot gamble.

Fujino Terumi bit her lower lip, her fingers unconsciously twisting together. She stared at Amamiya Rin, then turned to look at the night reflected in the curtains. When she looked back at Amamiya Rin, her breathing was a little heavy.

"Okay! I believe you, Lin-jun."

After a long pause, she took a deep breath and nodded firmly.

After changing out of her pajamas, Terumi Fujino walked out of her house alone and slowly made her way to the open space behind the apartment building.

The night air was cool, the streets were deserted, and the streetlights were sparse and dim.

With each step Fujino Terumi took, she felt a chill run down her spine, as if something was watching her from the shadows.

She looked around suspiciously, but found nothing, which was what made her most uneasy.

Fujino Terumi's footsteps were light, her ears were perked up, and her heart was pounding in her chest.

Even knowing that Amamiya Rin was watching her from the third-floor balcony, it couldn't completely dispel the unease in her heart, especially when she thought of that thing with the exact same voice as her, the monster that made Amamiya Rin show that strange expression, which might be hiding in some shadow.

On the third-floor balcony, Yu Gonglin leaned against the glass door, observing the night sky through the gaps in the curtains from several different angles.

There were no traces of the human head balloon in the observable area. Amamiya Rin opened the door, crouched down, pressed against the wall, and quietly dragged his violin case out.

Hiding his body in the shadows of the balcony corner, Amamiya Rin propped the modified electromagnetic rifle on the railing, his breathing long and slow, having entered a deep meditative state, his mind sinking into [Tomie Network], transmitting a silent call out.

With each complaint, Tomie and the others unconsciously synchronized their breathing with Amamiya Rin's rhythm, a faint energy feeding back through invisible nerve threads.

The world changed in his eyes.

The sound of the wind, the footsteps of Fujino Terumi, the faint sound of traffic in the distance... all the subtle sounds were stripped away, amplified, and clearly located.

The figure of Fujino Terumi downstairs, the green belts on both sides of the road, the branches and plants swaying in the wind, the starlight hanging in the night sky... all appeared in his eyes like ripples on the water.

Time passed second by second.

Fujino Terumi walked back and forth several times in the open space and along the path behind the apartment building. She deliberately avoided the large trees that could block her view. Although she did not find anything after going around the trees from a greater distance, this was just to provide Amamiya Rin with a good view.

Half an hour later, Terumi Fujino gradually relaxed.

The initial tension was replaced by skepticism.

Could that thing have already left?

Terumi Fujino stopped and looked at her phone.

It's 9:10, almost twenty minutes have passed.

It's time to head back.

Without hesitation, Fujino Terumi turned and walked towards the apartment building.

As she prepared to leave the dangerous environment outside and return to the safety of her home, her steps became lighter.

At the same time, in the shadows of the third-floor balcony, Amamiya Rin narrowed his eyes as a colossal creature appeared in his line of sight.

He remained in a half-kneeling position, the muzzle of the modified gun adjusting its angle with extreme subtlety as an object slowly descended from the sky.

The synchronization between his meditative state and Tomie's network made his senses incredibly sharp; he could even detect the trajectory of an object moving in the moonlight high in the sky.

As the enormous creature drew closer and lower, he finally saw its full form!

The enormous head, the contours of the facial features, the arch of the eyebrows, the shape of the eyes, the lines of the nose bridge—it's exactly the same as Terumi Fujino's!

Below that head was a steel cable, thicker than a finger and gleaming with a cold metallic light, with a lasso at the end.

It really is that thing! Damn it!

Even though she was mentally prepared, Amamiya Rin's heart still sank.

The worst possibility has become reality, and the beginning of the apocalypse has arrived. It is a bizarre phenomenon that kills everyone equally, regardless of gender, age, status, or wealth—human head balloons!