Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

(I have a suggestion.)

Inside the [Tomie Network], several thoughts traveled along nerve endings to Amamiya Rin's brain.

(If you want to be a good guy, why don't you give us a few days off and let us go to different cities?)

(Like a giant spider web, it covers the area centered on Tokyo.)

(This way, no matter where the other imposters try to escape to, they can be stopped in time.)

Tomie and her ilk harbor ill intentions, and their malice is naturally directed at the so-called imposters, that is, the other versions of themselves.

They all share the same charm and memories; their only advantage is their unity—though this unity is something they have to do out of necessity.

It is too difficult for an individual to overcome others; unity and cooperation are essential.

(I'm not forbidding you from doing these things; as long as you don't commit wrongdoing, you are free.)

Amamiya Rin held the wooden sword in his arms and responded calmly.

(Hmph, that's what I hate most about you—always giving such ambiguous responses.)

Amamiya Rin remained noncommittal to Kawakami Tomie's complaints, while Kawakami Tomie was well aware of Amamiya Rin's attitude and ended the conversation with her own complaints.

The car drove into increasingly remote areas, the lights gradually thinned out, and the shadowy trees looked like ghosts in the darkness.

"Please pull over after turning right at the next intersection."

Amamiya Rin suddenly spoke.

The driver stopped as instructed.

This is not the destination, but a somewhat secluded street corner, still some distance from where we were going.

Yu Gonglin paid the fare and got out of the car. The night breeze was cool, blowing his bangs across his forehead. His sharp eyes swept over the surroundings. He took out a wooden sword from his sword bag, held it in his left hand, and strode towards his destination.

The villa, though called a villa, is really just a large house, and it looks rather old from the outside.

Amamiya Rin walked confidently toward the main gate and knocked on it a few times with his wooden sword.

A moment later, light footsteps came from inside the house, the lock turned, the door was pulled open from the inside, and a figure appeared in front of Amamiya Rin.

The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man of unremarkable appearance, who looked to be around forty years old. Seeing Amamiya Rin standing outside, he asked in surprise, "Tomie, didn't you drive out? What happened...?"

Before he could finish speaking, the middle-aged man suddenly stopped.

"No! You're not Tomie! Where did this imposter come from?"

He frowned, staring intently at Yu Gonglin, and asked warily.

(Hehehe! Takagi-sensei has a good eye; she saw right through you as an imposter.)

Ignoring the mocking laughter echoing in his mind, Amamiya Rin placed his right hand on the hilt of the wooden sword.

"I'm curious how you figured out I wasn't Kawakami Tomie..."

Before he could finish speaking, Takagi's expression changed, and he instinctively tried to back away and slam the door shut.

However, Amamiya Rin was even faster.

His right hand was still on the hilt of the knife, but his wrist suddenly exerted force!

"Clang!"

The sharp sound of the wooden sword being drawn cleaved through the air, exceptionally clear in the silent night.

New Yin Flow, Water Moon!

A streak of brown light, like moonlight, swept upwards and slashed fiercely at Takagi's chin.

"Snap!"

With a muffled thud, the sharpened wooden sword, like a heavy iron ruler, slashed fiercely into Takagi's flesh.

Takagi's jaw was deformed. The force transmitted through his skull prevented him from even screaming. He was thrown backward by the force of the sword slash, and blood and a few broken teeth mixed with saliva sprayed from the corner of his mouth. His body slammed heavily onto the floor inside the door and remained motionless.

He fainted, his chin was torn open, and blood gushed out quickly, staining his chest red.

Amamiya Rin pushed open the door and went in. He squatted down, touched Takagi's face a few times with his palm, and then ripped off a piece of his face skin with force.

Beneath that skin was the face of a young man in his twenties or thirties—Takagi-sensei's face. He had always used this human skin mask to occupy other people's residences.

"A human skin mask, so it really is this thing."

Amamiya Rin pinched the torn-off skin, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.

Human skin masks usually appear in martial arts novels, but such things also exist in reality, and they are generally made of silicone.

But... something feels off!

"Could it really be human skin?"

Amamiya Rin muttered to himself, his expression slightly somber.

Takagi was struck by his sword and has passed out; he won't wake up anytime soon.

The time is not the right time to pursue this further.

Amamiya Rin stood up, stepped over Takagi, and closed the door behind her.

The entryway was dimly lit, casting lonely shadows on the expensive tiles.

The room was eerily quiet, but besides Yu Gonglin's breathing, he could vaguely hear a faint sound of something wet and slippery rubbing against something, coming from the ceiling.

Looking up, Amamiya Rin gripped his wooden sword tightly. Instead of rushing up to investigate, he quickly checked the first floor.

Living room, dining room, kitchen...

When he pushed open the kitchen door, an indescribable, strange smell wafted out.

The smell was very pungent, like some kind of chemical reagent, and it also had a putrid odor.

Realizing what had happened, Amamiya Rin's gaze quickly swept across the kitchen.

The kitchen was very clean, even abnormally so, with no stains on the floor.

The source of the smell was obvious: the double-door refrigerator in the corner.

He stepped forward and reached out to open the refrigerator door.

A surge of cold air, mixed with that strange smell, but even stronger.

Yu Gonglin's gaze fell on the bottom layer, where several bulging black plastic bags were stuffed, frozen solid and covered with white frost.

He reached out and grabbed one of them, then pulled hard.

"Sizzle!"

The frozen plastic broke, and the contents spilled out, scattering across the kitchen floor.

It's meat!

Meat chunks of various colors and sizes!

Dark red muscle texture, white fat, several grayish-white strips, several pieces that look like liver or spleen, half a lower leg with an uneven break, white bone protruding, two bluish-purple fingernails, and several molars with roots still attached.

Everything was frozen together haphazardly, emitting a pungent smell like chemical reagents.

Amamiya Rin lowered his head, stared blankly for a few seconds, and then slammed the refrigerator door shut.

The loud noise echoed through the quiet kitchen.

Amamiya Rin didn't linger and turned to leave the kitchen, but the smell lingered in his nostrils, refusing to dissipate.

He returned to the entrance hall, looked up at the stairs leading to the second floor, and gripped the hilt of the wooden sword tightly in his right hand.