Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

After hearing Ranko Inudou's proposal, Rin Amamiya looked completely bewildered.

He knew this world was very idealistic, but he never expected that he could use this method to cower in the face of vengeful spirits.

She's somewhat like a girl you can see, but much more demanding.

For girls you can see, you just need to pretend you can't see them. This requires a psychological approach and even involves causality.

Only by severing ties at the level of mind and memory can there be any possibility of escape.

"There is no other way. The Saeki family's curse is the most unique type of curse I know, so don't expect me to destroy it."

Ranko Inudou's answer was very firm, rejecting any option other than escaping.

Two words—no solution!

"I understand."

Amamiya Rin nodded slightly.

He's not some reckless fool who would provoke Kayako out of sheer courage.

After thanking him and hanging up the phone, Amamiya Rin realized something.

The Police History Compilation Office seems to be of little use.

Inudou Ranko, who was able to destroy Tamamo-no-Mae's divided spirit, would be considered a formidable character in any worldview.

Unfortunately, this is a world where humans are constantly on the verge of extinction, so Inudou Ranko and the Police History Editorial Office can only play the role of whitewashing.

"Lin-jun? Is it serious?"

Fujino Terumi nervously observed Amamiya Rin's changing expressions, her fingers unconsciously twisting together, her eyes filled with unease.

She initially thought it was just an ordinary paranormal event, but the words and expressions spoken by Amamiya Rin and Kazemi Jun during their phone call all proved the seriousness of the situation.

Amamiya Rin put his phone aside. Instead of answering directly, he took out a silver pocket watch from the pocket of his hospital gown.

This was a gift that Professor Matsuura had given him, for learning and practicing hypnosis.

"It's more complicated than I imagined, but it's not hopeless."

Amamiya Rin held the watch chain and raised the pocket watch.

The pocket watch swayed slowly in mid-air, its silver case gleaming coldly under the hospital room lights.

"Look at this, relax, focus your gaze here. I need to help you prepare mentally, which will reduce the risk."

Although Fujino Terumi was puzzled, her trust in Amamiya Rin made her do as she was told, her gaze fixed on the gently swaying pocket watch.

"Inhale, exhale, exhale... Follow along with me..."

As the pocket watch swayed, Fujino Terumi's gaze also swayed from side to side. At the same time, she subconsciously followed Amamiya Rin's reminder and her breathing rhythm subtly changed.

Gradually, her slightly rapid breathing, which had been caused by nervousness, calmed down without her realizing it.

"Very good. Now, take a slow, deep breath...feel your body gradually relaxing..."

Yu Gonglin's voice gradually faded into the distance, like the misty clouds on the horizon or the flowing stream in the mountains.

Fujino Terumi's chest rose and fell slightly with Amamiya Rin's command, and her breathing gradually slowed down.

For a moment, the ward was unusually quiet, with only the even breathing of the two people and the almost inaudible mechanical sound of the pocket watch swinging.

The night outside the window seemed to become even quieter, and the noise of the distant city seemed to be isolated in another world.

Amamiya Rin carefully observed Fujino Terumi's reaction, noticing that her eyes gradually lost focus and became somewhat confused, and her body posture also visibly relaxed, before continuing the hypnosis.

"About that house in Nerima Ward, about the Saeki family, about the so-called curse... these are all just distant urban legends, completely unrelated to your daily life. They're not in your world, very far removed from you, just a story you overheard by chance, not worth mentioning, you'll forget about it as soon as you turn your head..."

Amamiya Rin spoke in a calm tone, using hypnotic techniques he had learned from Professor Matsuura to gradually guide Fujino Terumi's consciousness.

"Kyoko Harase is just one of your many colleagues. Her work and her life don't intersect with yours much. You two just have an ordinary relationship where you meet occasionally..."

As the hypnosis progressed, the sky outside the window darkened completely, and the inky night swallowed the last rays of dawn.

The lights in the ward seemed to dim inexplicably for a moment, and the bulbs flickered as if the voltage was unstable before returning to normal.

Amamiya Rin's speaking speed remained unchanged, but the fingers gripping the watch chain tightened almost imperceptibly.

A sudden chill crept up his back without warning.

The air seemed damp and heavy, causing goosebumps to rise on his arms exposed outside his hospital gown.

The sounds of traffic on the distant street outside the window, which were originally faintly audible, now seemed to be isolated by something and became exceptionally distant.

"You don't make a point of asking about her recent situation, nor do you take the initiative to contact her..."

Amamiya Rin's voice echoed in the quiet ward, but it seemed to be partially absorbed by the invisible air, making it sound somewhat hollow.

Something's not right! Something's not right!

Amamiya Rin's breathing rhythm remained steady, and her tone maintained the hypnotic technique, but all her senses were highly focused.

The clarity brought about by meditation allowed him to perceive changes in the atmosphere more effectively than ordinary people.

He sensed a gaze upon him.

Right behind him.

The feeling of being watched came from behind.

Amamiya Rin's neck hairs stood on end, but he controlled himself and didn't turn around.

Because he knew that there was nothing behind him except the wall.

However, the feeling of being watched was terrifyingly real.

It was as if there really was someone behind him, and she was standing right behind him.

Perhaps sitting on the edge of the bed.

Perhaps leaning against the headboard.

Maybe it's right behind him.

Each breath slapped against his neck, so close that it made the hairs on his neck stand on end.

Meanwhile, Fujino Terumi was completely immersed in the guided relaxation, oblivious to the changes around her.

Fujino Terumi, who was standing right next to him, didn't realize that there was now another person in the room that was supposed to be occupied by only two people.

Amamiya Rin wanted to turn back.

But he didn't turn around.

He knew he couldn't turn back.

Amamiya Rin merely shifted her gaze slightly, glancing out of the corner of her eye at the wall beside the hospital bed.

The walls were bare except for his and Fujino Terumi's long, swaying shadows cast by the light.

However, it's very unfamiliar.

For some reason, the shadows on the wall gave Amamiya Rin a strange feeling, as if those two shadows were not his and Fujino Terumi's.

Moreover, the feeling of being closely watched did not diminish in the slightest.

Instead, it became clearer and more oppressive, as if that thing had gotten closer, so close that you could almost feel the tactile sensation of its outline.

So close, it was as if the owner of the gaze was pressed against him, its shadow overlapping with his.

That's why he could only see his own shadow on the wall.

That's why he felt his shadow was so unfamiliar.