Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

Yuka Mamiya stood there stunned for a very long time, and another woman not far away was also in a daze.

The woman was wearing a kimono and was barefoot. Her lips were covered in bruises, as if she had been beaten. Her eyes were obscured by her black hair, which hung down her face, but it was clear that her eyes were unusually large.

She clasped her hands together, with a small hole on the back of her hand. A red thread passed through the hole and a small bell was tied to the end of the thread. The bell rang automatically without wind and made a clear sound.

The woman in the kimono stared blankly at the suddenly deceased Amamiya Rin, her eyes filled with confusion.

She hadn't even had a chance to curse this man! How could he be dead?

After a moment of stunned silence, the woman in the kimono vanished without a trace.

"What to do? What to do?"

Coming to her senses, Yuka Mamiya was in a panic.

"Right! Amamiya should have been prepared, right? His death was so sudden and unexpected, it couldn't have been without reason."

Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration. She took off her backpack, unzipped it, and was looking for clues.

As a result, when the zipper was opened, stacks of banknotes came into view, most of which were 10,000 yen Fukuzawa Yukichi notes, a small portion were 5,000 yen Higuchi Ichiyo notes, and there were also a few pieces of... sandpaper mixed in.

Yuka Mamiya zipped up her backpack abruptly and quickly turned to look around, afraid that someone would see the huge sum of money inside.

Fortunately, the surroundings were chaotic, and people's attention was drawn to the chaos and fire in the hospital lobby. Although some people noticed the two people in the corner, no one came closer.

"It's impossible to deny! Absolutely impossible to deny!"

Mamiya Yuka, her hands gripping her backpack, looked flustered and plopped down on the ground.

Murder scene + dead body + a large sum of money + fingerprints on the backpack.

What conclusions can be drawn from putting these factors together?

If it were Yuka Mamiya, her first thought would be a murder and robbery case, and she herself would be one of the suspects.

For a moment, Yuka Mamiya's mind was even more confused.

How could she, a trainee reporter investigating mysterious events, encounter such a situation?

Suddenly, several loud explosions came from the direction of the hospital lobby. A scorching blast of air, carrying flames, shot out, and more than a dozen people, covered in dry powder from fire extinguishers, rushed out, startling those who came to help put out the fire, causing them to retreat in fear.

"Oh no!"

Yuka Mamiya felt a tingling sensation on her scalp.

Is that Yuuma Azawa planning to go on a killing spree outside?

It's not surprising that they would dare to commit massacres in hospitals and curse people in public.

Yuka Mamiya didn't have time to think about anything else. She gritted her teeth, put her backpack back on, picked up Rin Amamiya, and immediately ran to the highway, waving to stop a taxi.

It took Mamiya Yuka a great deal of effort to get Amamiya Rin back to his place.

It was a relatively new apartment building, not particularly high-end, but well-managed and clean.

The only drawback is that there is a cemetery behind the apartment.

But this wasn't a flaw for Mamiya Yuka; she was eager to see ghosts in the cemetery.

Unfortunately, she seems to lack the ability to see ghosts; she has been living here for almost two months and has not seen any ghosts.

She used her back to push open her own door, struggled to drag Yu Gonglin inside, and locked the door behind her.

The apartment has a typical Tokyo studio apartment layout. Upon entering, there is a narrow entryway, a mini kitchen with a washing machine built in on the left, and further in is a combined space that serves as both a bedroom and a living room.

It's not a large space, but the layout is square; it's just not very tidy.

On the desk by the window were several open books on folklore, paranormal magazines, and interview notes. The walls were covered with clippings and photos, including blurry images of the supernatural and printed materials on urban legends. A professional camera bag stood in the corner, and a tripod leaned casually to one side.

She placed Amamiya Rin on the tatami mat against the wall, then plopped down on the floor, looking at Amamiya Rin's corpse with a sorrowful expression.

"Snapped!"

Yuka Mamiya slapped herself on the forehead.

"What was I thinking? I actually brought a corpse back?"

However, if she didn't bring him back, she couldn't just leave Amamiya Rin's body lying on the roadside!

"Oh no! What should I do!"

Yuka Mamiya couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Call the police?

She suppressed the thought as soon as it popped into her head.

How do you explain that?

The story goes that this person fought a group of immortal beings on fire in a hospital, and then suddenly died?

Should we send them back to the hospital?

That's even more impossible. The person is already dead; sending the body there would be like walking into a trap, wouldn't it?

"Or...should we ask someone else?"

Yuka Mamiya thought for a moment, then took out her phone and glanced at the contact person.

[Miss Higa], [Teacher Kirisaki]

These are the only two people you can ask for help from.

Ms. Higa is a psychic, and it is said that her older sister is a super famous psychic who is treated as a guest of honor by government agencies.

Professor Kirisaki is a folklorist. I overheard her making a phone call and learned that her younger brother works in a special department of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Should I cause trouble for the teacher, or for Miss Higa?

Yuka Mamiya began to think.

Just then, Amamiya Rin's body suddenly twitched, like a fish's spinal reflex, and his upper body straightened, springing up from the tatami mat.

"Wow!"

Startled by the sudden noise, Mamiya Yuka screamed and fell backward to the ground, her heart nearly leaping out of her throat.

"A-Amamiya-kun?"

She held her breath, stared intently at the moving corpse, and tentatively called out.

Before he could finish speaking, Amamiya Rin's body fell straight down like a puppet with its strings cut, its back hitting the mattress with a dull thud.

Everything returned to silence, as if nothing had happened.

However, how could Mamiya Yuka pretend that what was happening before her eyes had not happened?

Her heart was still pounding. After hesitating for a few seconds, she mustered her courage and moved closer.

She first reached out and placed her hand under Amamiya Rin's nose—a faint but warm breath brushed against her fingertips.

She opened her eyes wide and quickly placed her fingers on his neck.

Beneath the skin, the pulse, though slow and weak, beat clearly, one beat after another.

"What?"

Although it was something to be happy about, Yuka Mamiya couldn't help but let out the same cry she had when she confirmed Rin Amamiya's death.

Suddenly half-dead, suddenly full of energy, suddenly die on the spot, suddenly come back to life.

Is Amamiya Rin even human?

Yuka Mamiya complained as she sat back down, letting out a sigh of relief.

Regardless of whether he was human or not, he was at least her savior. Given that, being alive was better than being dead.

Yu Gonglin's consciousness gradually broke through the darkness and chaos, returning to normal clarity.

Opening her eyes, Amamiya Rin found herself sitting in a spacious lecture hall. On the podium, an elderly professor with gray hair was writing complex formulas on the blackboard.

The afternoon sun streamed through the huge windows, casting warm dappled light on the desk and blackboard.