Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

Amamiya Rin closed his notebook, stood up, and walked towards the corridor leading deeper into the room.

"etc!"

The fortune teller's pupils contracted, and he reached out to stop Yu Gonglin.

"This area is private and not open to the public."

"There are things I want to figure out, and if I'm wrong, I'll apologize."

Yu Gonglin ignored him, pushed open the small, closed door, and walked straight into the corridor.

"You bitch! Behave yourself!"

Tomie then slammed the fortune teller to the ground, raised her right foot, and stepped on the fortune teller's abdomen. The heavy force caused the fortune teller to let out a mournful cry, but the cry was filled with a fierce killing intent.

"Damn it! I'll just die here!"

Before she could finish speaking, the fortune teller's robes moved without wind, the hem suddenly billowing upwards and wrapping around Tomie's ankle, which was pressing against her abdomen, as if it were a living thing. A powerful force pulled on Tomie's calf, trying to shake her off.

Catched off guard, Tomie leaned back, but in the instant her center of gravity shifted, she immediately regained her balance. With a powerful kick of her right leg, she swept her leg back, wrapping the piece of robe around her leg several times before stomping it down, sending the rolled-up robe crashing back onto the fortune teller.

"That's it? All flashy and gimmicky."

Tomie looked down at the fortune teller, a mocking smile playing on her lips.

The fortune teller's face was contorted with pain, but she did not give up. Suddenly, her black dress tore open from the neckline and broke into dozens of pieces. Hundreds of silk threads, like a group of snakes that had come to life, coiled up Tomie's ankles and wrapped around her calves in the blink of an eye.

The next moment, the threads suddenly tightened, each one taut, its edges gleaming with a metallic sheen, like countless fine steel wires cutting through flesh!

"Sizzle—"

The sound of tearing cloth rang out, and Tomie's trouser leg was instantly shredded into pieces, which scattered in all directions.

Then, all the threads broke.

Those black threads, as sharp as steel wires, seemed to collide with even harder steel the moment they pierced the skin, breaking apart one after another from the middle, leaving only a few shallow white marks on Tomie's skin.

On the other side, Amamiya Rin, who had just entered the passage, also felt a resistance.

Dozens of black hairs appeared out of thin air in front of him. These hairs were as thin and strong as steel wires, intertwined and woven together to form a large net that stretched across the middle of the corridor.

A glimmer of light shone through the gaps between the strands of hair, like a trap set by a spider before capturing its prey.

But Amamiya Rin didn't stop; his body crashed directly into the net woven from strands of hair.

The strands of hair dug into his skin, leaving thin white marks, but the marks only lasted for half a second before being stretched out by his bulging muscles.

The veins on Yu Gonglin's arms were bulging, and the lines of his muscles were like those of a sculpted stone statue. With a step forward, the bulging muscles snapped all the strands of hair off.

Strands of broken hair slipped from his body and drifted in the air.

"Monster! Monster!"

The fortune teller was speechless, a sense of unreality washing over her.

Although she is a witch with superpowers, the toughness of her hair is no less than that of a 2mm diameter steel wire!

They broke her hair so easily; were their strength measured in tons?

The diviner felt a little dizzy. If a human's strength is measured in tons, can they still be considered human?

"If they're so resistant, it seems there are things I suspected."

Amamiya Rin patted the remaining strands of hair off her body, looked down and saw the tear in her clothes, her brows furrowing slightly.

"Still not behaving yourself?"

Tomie's expression grew increasingly dangerous; she was already impatient with the fortune teller, her hands clenched into fists, her knuckles cracking.

"Ah Lin, is it really necessary to keep this bitch around?"

She turned her head to look in the direction of the corridor, her tone full of impatience and irritation.

"Since we've already identified the character, let's get rid of her now."

"Please be patient, I need to confirm this."

Amamiya Rin's voice came from deep within the corridor.

"Besides, you probably hate seeing more counterfeit products emerge, right? There's no need to be in such a hurry."

Tomie clicked her tongue and increased the pressure of her foot, making the fortune teller's ribs creak.

"Are you really going to turn this slut into a fake? According to your records, this girl is the type who sleeps with anyone, right? She breaks up couples who are getting their fortunes told and there's a handsome guy involved..."

Before she could finish speaking, Tomie frowned. She suddenly realized that this fortune teller's methods were somewhat similar to those of imposters.

However, those imposters were driven by a twisted sense of humor and vanity, while this fortune teller was collecting human heads.

"Do you have any thoughts?"

Amamiya Rin asked Tomie in the opposite direction.

"Hmm... Speaking of hair, my hair also has special power."

Tomie looked down at the fortune teller's long, black hair, a dangerous smile playing on her lips.

"How about we implant my hair into her scalp?"

Tomie's charm usually only works on men, but when a woman has Tomie's hair implanted, she will be obsessed with Tomie, to the point that she can see Tomie's phantom and express her love to Tomie.

"No," Yu Gonglin rejected outright. "Your hair will absorb her nutrients. In just a few days, your hair will devour her life force, turning her into a skin and bones covered only in hair. Then she will be worthless."

"Then only that vampire's trick remains: put a part of his brain into her body, let that part grow into a fake and stay inside her to control her body."

Tomie pouted unhappily and rubbed her toe against the fortune teller's stomach.

"Can."

Amamiya Rin did not object to the proposal. He was indifferent; as long as the fortune teller could be turned into a force to save the world, any plan was acceptable.

Hearing the conversation between the two, the fortune teller's face turned ashen, and his pupils contracted sharply.

She thought she wasn't a good person, but what these two people said sounded even more terrifying than her!

"Wait! Wait, wait, wait!"

The fortune teller's voice turned shrill, and she hurriedly begged for mercy.

"I was wrong! I apologize! I shouldn't have seduced your man! Please forgive me! I'll do anything if you forgive me!"

"Begging for mercy now? Isn't it a bit too late, you filthy bitch!"

Tomie sneered and asked fiercely.

On the other side, Amamiya Rin walked through the corridor and soon found a door.

Pushing it open, you'll find another long corridor inside, but it's not an ordinary corridor; it's more like an exhibition hall. On either side of the corridor are two naked plaster statues, a man and a woman, both without heads.

Amamiya Rin rubbed her nose and was hit by a strange smell, a stench that was a mixture of spices, hair oil, and stale odor.

The corridor was dimly lit, but with the light filtering in from outside, one could vaguely see something hanging in mid-air deep inside the corridor.

Yu Gonglin took a few steps inside before he could see the whole picture. He saw countless silk threads hanging down from the ceiling, and at the end of each thread was a human head.

A man's head.

They hang in mid-air, at varying heights, like some kind of eerie decoration.

Some had neat hair and peaceful faces, as if they were asleep; some had distorted faces, their features squeezed together, frozen in the fear of death; and some were already shriveled, their skin shrunken into dark brown and stuck to their bones, their eye sockets sunken into two black holes.

However, it is clear that these heads are well preserved, as if they were regularly cared for, and they were all handsome men in life, with distinct facial features, and their ages were probably between seventeen and forty years old.

Yu Gonglin's expression darkened slightly. He roughly counted, and there were about twenty people here.

In other words, the fortune teller broke up more than twenty couples and killed more than twenty people for his own evil intentions.

"Let's get started."

Amamiya Rin closed her eyes and said coldly.

"Great!"

Tomie's cheerful voice could be heard from outside the corridor.

Tomie placed her right index finger against her forehead.

With a slight pressure from my fingertip, I poked it in.

Her expression remained unchanged, as if she were doing something completely ordinary.

Although he had played with many men's heads and even inserted his fingers into men's necks, the fortune teller couldn't help but feel a chill as he watched this scene.

Tomie stirred her index finger in the wound on her forehead, pulling out a small piece of grayish-white tissue.

Then, the flesh around the wound began to wriggle, and it healed completely in less than two seconds, leaving no scar.

Tomie bent down, pried open the fortune teller's mouth with her left hand, and handed over the grayish-white tissue with her right hand. The fortune teller's eyes widened, and he tried to struggle, but the hand pressing on his head was like a mountain, unmoving.

Tomie inserted the small piece of tissue from her fingertip into the fortune teller's open mouth, exerted a slight force with her left hand, and gave a gentle jolt. The fortune teller's body arched violently, his throat widened, and the grayish-white tissue immediately slid in, entering the fortune teller's abdomen.

"Done!"

Tomie stood up, clapped her hands, and said with satisfaction.

Once that grayish-white tissue grows into Tomie's brain-like body in this filthy bitch's abdomen, it will parasitize her body like a cordyceps. When it's no longer needed, it will drain her life force and burst out of her body.

The fortune teller lay on the ground, dry heaving, trying to vomit the grayish-white tissue inside her stomach.

However, once Tomie's cells left her body, they developed their own consciousness. The tissue had already grown tiny tentacles and stuck to the fortune teller's body. Unless surgery was performed, there was absolutely no way to remove it.

But does she have the opportunity to have surgery?

Or rather, can Amamiya Rin and Tomie get her to the hospital before her brain and body complete their growth?

At five o'clock in the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun bathed the entire street in a warm orange-red hue.

Amamiya Rin stood downstairs at the apartment building, next to Meat-Cut Tomie. She had changed into a dark-colored dress with a simple cut, which accentuated her figure beautifully.

The curves of the shoulders, the muscle definition of the arms, and the tautness of the waist are all bathed in a soft golden glow in the afterglow of the setting sun.

A deep roar of an engine came from afar, and soon a black luxury sedan pulled up smoothly and came to a stop in front of the apartment building. The door opened, and Chang Xiying stepped out quickly, a fawning smile on her face.

That smile froze the moment he saw the meat-gathering procession.

He paused, his eyes fixed on that face as if drawn by a magnet.

With perfect features, a sharp temperament, and an irresistible charm, she exudes captivating allure.

But... it's different from last time, isn't it?

"Ms. Tomie... have you been working out lately?"

Chang Xiying could only ask such questions.

The face is still the same, but the figure and temperament are completely different.

His tone was a mixture of confusion and amazement.

The Tomie before me was completely different from the one before. The Tomie I saw last time was alluringly beautiful, but the one before me was as strong as a female leopard, with every inch of her muscles exuding power.

In fact, it's even more appealing than last time.

"This is Tomie's older sister; you can call her Kawakami."

Amamiya Rin said calmly, and introduced the identity of Meat-modified Tomie to Chang Xiying.

Of course, it was a fabricated identity.

Upon hearing herself referred to as that imposter's older sister, Tomie crossed her arms and revealed a smug smile.

At that moment, the glass door of the apartment was pushed open.

Tomie Mara came out.

She wore a little black dress that hugged her curves, gradually narrowing from her chest down to a slender waist. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, the ends swaying gently with her steps. Her movements were as light as walking on clouds, each step carrying a certain composed rhythm. When she reached Yu Gonglin's side, she naturally stopped, took his arm, and a faint smile curved her lips.

Tomie's smile vanished instantly, and she glared fiercely at Moro Tomie.

Tomie's response was unusually calm; she merely nodded slightly and did not provoke the easily angered Tomie any further.

Tomie ground her teeth, a displeased expression on her face. At the same time, she grabbed Amamiya Rin's other arm tightly. The two of them surrounded Amamiya Rin from the left and right, but neither of them paid any attention to the other.

The moment Tomie Maro arrived, Chang Xiying's gaze unconsciously shifted towards her.

Then, he abruptly looked away.

It was as if there was only a streetlamp, a wall, and a wisp of air there. Her face was breathtakingly beautiful, and her figure was alluring and captivating, but I just couldn't linger on her. It was as if she was shrouded in a transparent film, automatically filtered out from my senses.

"Ms. Kawakami, please get in the car."

Chang Xiying didn't sense anything unusual and opened the car door to greet Fu Jiang.

Tomie raised her chin, ignoring Chang Xiying, and pulled Amamiya Rin to sit in the back seat. Tomie sat down next to Amamiya Rin, her smile deepening slightly.

Chang Xiying, standing outside, glanced at the three people in the back row. She was furious and her eyebrows twitched, but she didn't immediately lash out. She gave Yu Gonglin a cold look and then got into the passenger seat.

"Go to Tsunegi Shrine in Akasaka."

Following Chang Xiying's instructions, the driver immediately started the car and drove into the evening traffic.