Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

"Honestly, isn't it better to say something more considerate?"

Only when Amamiya Rin spoke softly were Tomie and the others satisfied.

They all grinned, their upturned lips revealing a hint of undisguised smugness.

For Tomie and her ilk, dealing with a man who cannot be charmed and managing to soften his attitude and show him kindness is a considerable achievement.

"We won't slack off on training either. We already have a clear direction, so just wait for our good news."

"Then good luck, I believe in you guys."

Amamiya Rin's expression remained unchanged; he didn't care at all about humbling himself to praise them.

It wasn't just a matter of mutual benefit; it was also because we'd spent so much time together.

After spending so many years together, even enemies can develop feelings for each other.

Not to mention, the relationship between Amamiya Rin and Tomie is far more than just that of enemies.

Although time in a dream is worthless, it still passes by second by second.

After an unknown amount of time, Amamiya Rin developed a strong sense of alienation.

For some reason, everything around me became distant and blurry.

He realized that he was about to wake up.

As if struggling to rise from the bottomless depths of the sea, Amamiya Rin opened her eyes wide.

In my field of vision was an unfamiliar ceiling, pure white, without any decoration, except for a simple ceiling light. The noise of a television and a woman's giggling could be heard in my ears.

A deep-seated weariness enveloped Yu Gonglin; he felt as if every breath he took was draining all his strength.

He subconsciously entered a deep meditative state, and it was a long time before Amamiya Rin finally came to his senses.

"Ha, sleeping in your dreams has no effect on your health."

Amamiya Rin smiled, a hint of nostalgia creeping into her eyes.

This feeling of exhaustion was what he experienced before falling asleep.

No! It should be described as the feeling before sudden death.

Twenty years later, after his body recovered, he once again experienced that feeling of utter exhaustion.

Amamiya Rin struggled to turn her stiff neck and looked around.

This is a room that is not spacious but is decorated with great care, and the layout is clear at a glance.

The desk by the window was piled high with books and documents, the walls were covered with various clippings and photos, and a camera bag, tripod, and backpack stood in the corner.

There was a small television set up against the opposite wall. On the screen, two female comedians dressed in exaggerated cartoon costumes and with heavy makeup were making faces at the camera.

"And then, my refrigerator started talking yesterday!"

"Huh? What did you say?"

"It says it's so cold!"

"Of course! Hahaha!"

Two comedians were telling jokes or stand-up comedy that I couldn't find funny at all.

After they finished speaking, they burst into deliberately drawn-out laughter, and the screen even showed a clumsy special effect with the word "hilarious" and canned laughter.

Amamiya Rin frowned slightly.

This performance... was stiff and awkward.

The jokes are so outdated, it's like they were dug out of the last century, and I can't understand the humor at all.

He even felt that if he looked at it a few more times, he would feel extremely embarrassed.

However, what he couldn't understand, another person found fascinating.

"Hahahahahahaha...!"

A woman, with her back to Amamiya Rin, was laughing loudly at the television.

That person...

"Yuka Mamiya?"

Of course, Amamiya Rin couldn't recognize a stranger he'd only briefly met 20 years ago just from his back view.

He simply thought for a moment about who the last woman he had been in contact with was twenty years ago, before his sudden death.

Only Mamiya Yuka is left.

Yuka Mamiya, dressed in comfortable loungewear, was holding a pumpkin-shaped cushion in her arms, her eyes glued to the television screen.

In stark contrast to the embarrassment felt by Amamiya Rin, her shoulders shrugged slightly, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up. Whenever the two comedians told a joke, she would laugh along.

So engrossed was she that she didn't even notice that Amamiya Rin had woken up.

"Feed..."

Amamiya Rin propped herself up, but felt a strong sense of powerlessness. She slumped to the side and leaned against the wall.

Only then did Yuka Mamiya hear Rin Amamiya's voice. She turned around with a big laugh, her mouth stretched into an exaggerated grin.

"Hahaha... Amamiya-kun... Hahaha... You're finally awake... Hahahahahahaha!"

Seeing that Yu Gonglin had woken up, she laughed so hard that she bent over backwards. The pumpkin-shaped cushion in her arms was deformed from being squeezed so tightly that tears welled up in her eyes and glistened under the light bulb.

"Ms. Mamiya, something's wrong with you."

Amamiya Rin's gaze sharpened. Mamiya Yuka's appearance was too strange. No matter how low her threshold for laughter was, she shouldn't be laughing at a time like this.

"No...something's not right...hahahaha...I know! Hahaha...I can't help it...!"

Yuka Mamiya laughed so hard she could barely breathe, wiping away tears as she explained haltingly.

"A sense of déjà vu..."

Amamiya Rin frowned. This situation... seemed familiar, or perhaps she had heard of it somewhere before?

Is it a Junji Ito manga that I read in a past life?

It's been so long that I can't remember everything clearly, but I vaguely recall that a certain comic had this element that made people laugh non-stop.

Amamiya Rin stood up, leaning against the wall, walked to the corner, and opened her backpack.

Notebooks, pens, banknotes, sandpaper... it seems nothing is missing, though he doesn't have the energy to count the banknotes right now.

I opened the notebook, flipped to the middle, and what came into view was rows of Chinese characters written in a vigorous and elegant style.

To prevent himself from forgetting important information, he recorded all the information he remembered. To prevent others from stealing it, the sentences were not only written in Chinese characters, but also in a jumbled and reversed manner. If you were not a native Han Chinese, you would definitely not be able to understand the content.

"Found it..."

After flipping through a few pages and skimming through them, Amamiya Rin quickly spotted some information that matched her criteria.

Junji Ito's manga "Ghosts of the Golden Hour" features two comedians who lack comedic talent but possess a life force!

What is a living being?

In Japanese culture, "sei-ryo" refers to the soul of a living person.

It is said that even when people are alive, their souls may leave their bodies and wander outside.

This often happens to women who are extremely jealous or emotionally agitated. They are obsessed with something for a long time, but cannot achieve it in reality for some reason. So their soul leaves their body to complete this thing.

Simply put, it's equivalent to an out-of-body experience.

This phenomenon was observed in those two comedians.

However, unlike ordinary beings, they can release multiple beings, with an unknown upper limit, but no less than ten million!