Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"Creating sound waves to cancel out sound waves... that's too vague. It sounds like just sound reflection technology, but according to you, it's not that simple... Okay, I'll look into it."

Feng Haichun pondered for a while before answering.

The technology that Amamiya Rin mentioned is, in principle, just ordinary acoustic reflection technology.

However, he could tell that the technology that Amamiya Rin wanted to express was not just for noise reduction, but more like the directional sound wave application technology in weaponry.

"I hope this helps."

"Definitely. Even if we ultimately can't find that research institute, this line of thinking itself provides a new direction."

Kazemi Jun also said seriously.

However, can the interference of sounds really achieve the level that Amamiya Rin envisioned?

Feng Haichun wasn't very hopeful either.

Without much thought, I simply wrote down Amamiya Rin's suggestion.

Then, he put down his pen and spoke with a more serious tone.

"However, Amamiya-kun, I still have to remind you that these things should be left to professionals. You are an ordinary citizen and a patient who needs to rest. You should prioritize your own safety. It's best to avoid supernatural events, or even not think about them. In the files I've been reviewing these past few days, many supernatural cases involve even the concept of cognition as a curse."

Investigating those incidents is the responsibility and obligation of their editorial office; if ordinary citizens are endangered as a result, it is their dereliction of duty.

"Thanks for reminding me."

This is how Amamiya Rin answered.

However, after he hung up the phone, his expression remained ambiguous.

If only he could really avoid paranormal events, but the problem now is that he has gotten himself into the biggest trouble ever.

Besides, when humanity goes extinct in the future, he can't possibly stand aside!

With a silent sigh, Amamiya Rin swayed slightly, then steadied himself, reached out and pulled open the bedside table next to him, taking out a can of black coffee.

The two hundred grams of black coffee felt strangely heavy, and my fingertips trembled as I pulled the tab. I tilted my head back and gulped down a few mouthfuls. The bitter taste dispelled the lingering heaviness and stickiness in my brain.

However, that drowsy feeling immediately returned, and my temples also started to throb.

Amamiya Rin turned to look out the window. The morning sunlight was a bit dazzling, making his vision blurry with light spots.

"Just hold on for another 12 hours... no, just 10 more hours. It's a little past 10 o'clock now. I'll go to sleep around 8 o'clock tonight."

Amamiya Rin muttered to herself, forcing herself to stay awake.

He needs to learn at least one more skill, and he also wants Tomie and the others to acquire more knowledge so that he can bring it into the dream world.

Amamiya Rin gently rubbed his temples, recalling Tomie and the others' memories.

As required, most of Tomie went to school obediently.

However, going to school is one thing, and studying is another; going to school doesn't mean you have to study.

Tomie and her ilk are a perfect example.

When they arrived at school, they simply read the books once without trying to understand them at all.

Amamiya Rin didn't expect them to pursue advanced studies. Anyway, as long as they read the textbooks and brought the content into their dreams, he could learn on his own over a long period of time.

"hello!"

A lively and cheerful voice interrupted Amamiya Rin's recollection.

Looking up, a figure appeared at the door of the ward.

With his vision a little blurry, Amamiya Rin rubbed his eyes and looked again.

Standing at the door was a short-haired girl dressed in casual clothes, with a cheerful smile on her face and a camera hanging around her neck.

She looked young, around twenty years old, with delicate features and a somewhat boyish air.

"May I come inside?"

"Who are you……?"

Amamiya Rin blinked hard and asked the question.

The short-haired girl walked into the ward and handed a business card to Amamiya Rin.

Amamiya Rin took the business card and held it up in front of him.

"Yuka Mamiya, GIGA Publishing, a professional reporter specializing in mystery cases?"

"Yes, a reporter, someone who reports news."

Yuka Mamiya straightened her back, patted her chest, and said proudly.

Then, she added in a low voice.

"However... I'm still an intern for now."

"A reporter who specializes in covering paranormal events... are you here to unravel this mystery?"

Although his brain was sluggish from staying up all night, after seeing the business card, Amamiya Rin quickly understood Mamiya Yuka's purpose.

Yuka Mamiya readily nodded, cleared her throat, and began to speak.

"Ahem, haven't we been seeing some strange illnesses lately? The brains inexplicably dissolve into liquid. Although some say it's a special disease, I think it's more like a mysterious curse or a supernatural phenomenon."

"Because you're a journalist specializing in mystery stories?"

Amamiya Rin squinted and asked Mamiya Yuka a question in return.

"hey-hey!"

Yuka Mamiya gently scratched the tip of her nose and smiled sheepishly.

"Brain dissolution sounds like something out of a B-movie. Calling it a disease is a stretch, right? That's why I came to the hospital to dig for clues. When I was gathering information, I heard that you mentioned the inside story of the dissolution incident and said that it was indeed a supernatural phenomenon, so I shamelessly came to find you."

Yuka Mamiya leaned forward, her eyes shining as she stared at Rin Amamiya, her gaze sparkling with curiosity.

"I've been to several hospitals, but no one can explain what happened. Do you know the hidden story behind the dissolution incident? Please, grant me an interview."

Yuka Mamiya, who pressed down on Amamiya Rin, was quite imposing, exuding a passionate aura.

It's clear that this interview is more than just a job for her; it's also a passion.

Amamiya Rin rubbed his temples and pondered for a moment.

Although I've never heard of the publishing house where Yuka Mamiya works, ... their paranormal magazines might be more efficient than the police.

"I don't know much about it, but I've heard that the source of the dissolution is a young man named Yuuma Azawa. He has a strange habit of apologizing, and anyone whose brain he apologizes to will gradually dissolve. In a neighboring city, everyone in a school became a victim, and the only survivor was a girl who fainted from fright and didn't hear the apology."

Amamiya Rinjin may have revealed detailed information about the dissolution.

"Where did you hear about this? The victim? Can you tell me her name?"

Yuka Mamiya quickly straightened up and took out a small notebook and a ballpoint pen from her handbag.

"No, I heard it from a friend of a friend. The girl has been unconscious and hasn't woken up yet. But before the girl was harmed, a friend of mine had heard about Yuuma Azawa's quirks. Also, a police officer friend of mine told me that a boy named Yuuma Azawa does often appear at the scene of the dissolution incident."

Amamiya Rin shook her head slightly.