Tokyo: Magical Girl Shatters My Dream of Going Public

Chapter 119 The Truth About the Vengeful Spirit (4/5)

The blood-red light shot into the sky, so thick it seemed as if it were about to drip blood.

The heads of all four people in the car were stabbed simultaneously.

Yukimura's ears were ringing, and she could vaguely catch the girl's shrill scream coming from the pillar of light, so shrill that it made her heart clench.

The pungent smell instantly filled my nostrils with the strong stench of rust—no, it was the smell of blood.

The stench of blood, a mixture of fresh and stale, almost made her vomit.

Chika felt a chill run from her feet to the top of her head, her teeth chattering uncontrollably, as if she had been thrown into an ice cave.

Even Kurokawa was within the scope of the influence.

A blurry, unseen figure suddenly flashed before my eyes.

The silhouette of a man wearing a dark hood, revealing only his twisted mouth, flashed by in an instant, yet left a chilling impression.

He stared intently at the crimson beam of light piercing the night sky outside the window.

no doubt.

Their battle—no, the battle between [Justice] and [the Justice] just now—inadvertently broke some kind of "seal," releasing something far more terrifying than the "Faceless Man."

The air inside the car seemed to freeze, and cold sweat soaked everyone's backs.

"President, this—"

Chika's voice trembled, and she didn't finish her sentence.

Buzz!

Kurokawa's cell phone suddenly vibrated and rang loudly.

All four of them were startled.

Kurokawa quickly pulled out his phone, and the screen displayed: Kanzaki Jin.

He answered immediately and pressed the speakerphone button.

"President,"

Kanzaki's voice came from the other end of the line, with the background noise of traffic and horns; he seemed to be outdoors.

"The file you asked me to check has been found and scanned and sent to your email."

Kaoru reacted the fastest, immediately handing over Kurokawa's laptop from the back seat.

Kurokawa answered the phone with one hand and quickly turned on his computer with the other, logging into his email.

Sure enough, a new email arrived, with a scanned document consisting of dozens of pages attached.

He clicked on it.

The case files concerning "Kuroda Eiji" are clearly displayed on the screen.

Yellowed paper, faded handwriting, cold case numbers.

"Go on," Kurokawa said in a deep voice, his gaze quickly sweeping over the document title.

Kanzaki's voice echoed through the quiet car through the speakers: "Kuroda Eiji, born in 1965. He entered Chenghua Women's College in 1985, working as a cleaner and gardener."

Between 1989 and 1994, five students went missing at Chenghua College, all of whom were female students.

Kurokawa's finger slid across the touchpad, scrolling rapidly through pages of victim files.

"The first victim was a first-year high school student, Yuki Ando, ​​from the track and field club."

"Second place, second year of high school, basketball club, Kitamura Yuko."

"Third place, also a second-year high school basketball club member, Fukushima Ayane."

"Fourth place, second year of high school, archery club, Anna Tsuchiya."

"And—the first and most crucial victim," Kanzaki paused, "a third-year high school student, a member of the kendo club, Shimizu Shizuka."

Kurokawa's gaze lingered on the file page of "Shimizu Shizuka".

The girl in the photo has delicate features and a calm gaze.

The father's job title was clearly listed as a high-ranking government position.

In the distance, from the direction of the teaching building, the sounds of battle and collapsing buildings could be faintly heard, but Kurokawa had no time to pay attention to them at the moment.

His entire focus was on this file spanning thirty years.

"The police investigation into these five individuals has been fruitless for many years, almost becoming a cold case. However, due to the continued pressure from Shimizu Shizuka's father, the investigation has never stopped."

Finally, in 1994, the killer was caught red-handed by police while committing his sixth crime. The sixth victim was successfully rescued, but had already suffered long-term torture.

Kurokawa quickly scanned the subsequent interrogation records and court summaries.

This appears to be a series of heinous but logically connected murders.

And this eerie blood-red light, this overwhelming resentment—

It seems that a crucial connection point is still missing.

Then Kanzaki said the next part: "There are major doubts about the conviction process."

Kurokawa's finger, which was swiping the page, stopped.

"After his arrest, Kuroda Kageji was extremely cunning. He admitted to the sixth attempted crime but vehemently denied any connection to the previous five cases, claiming they were 'copycat offenses.'"

"And the most troublesome thing is—" Kanzaki's voice lowered, "the police have been unable to find the remains of the first five victims, nor the murder weapon, and even lack direct physical evidence to link him to the first five cases."

"It is difficult to sentence someone to death based solely on the sixth attempted murder."

"Ultimately, it was only under the strong intervention and pressure from Shizuka Shimizu's parents—especially her father—that the court sentenced Kageji Kuroda to death for serial murder."

Kurokawa held his breath slightly.

Remains—not found?

The murder weapon—wasn't found either?

He suddenly grasped the key point and urgently asked into the phone, "You mean, the remains of those five victims and the murder weapon haven't been found to this day?"

On the other end of the phone, Kanzaki replied decisively, "That's right!"

"The case file concludes by stating that key physical evidence is missing and the victim's remains are unaccounted for. To this day, this remains an open question."

The car was deathly silent.

Only the light from the computer screen illuminated Kurokawa's suddenly solemn face.

The remains have not been found.

The murder weapon was not found.

Thirty years later, on the very site of this school, a terrifying surge of resentful, blood-red light erupted—

A chilling guess gradually took shape in his mind.

The sky-piercing crimson light, the countless overlapping wails of young girls—

It's probably not as simple as just "No-Face".

What they face may be something deeper and darker—resentment!

On the other end of the phone, Kanzaki was completely unaware of the dramatic changes happening here.

He continued his analysis, his voice coming through the speaker.

Therefore, if the vengeful spirit you encounter is based on this criminal, you might need to consider whether it possesses some kind of "hidden" rule. For example, it might hide certain things.

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Kurokawa suddenly held his breath.

In my mind, all the fragmented clues, contradictions, and anomalies were suddenly connected by this passage.

No wonder-

The task description is: "She can no longer be contained in the old school building."

"she".

It's not "him".

No wonder people like Chika and Yukimura, who have extraordinary perception, could never detect the specific existence of vengeful spirits.

No wonder so many students fell ill without realizing it, without even noticing what was causing it.

No wonder the academy's strange tales all revolve around "the inability to discover No-Face's secret" —

It turns out that from beginning to end...

No-Face is just a "gatekeeper".

He used his abilities to conceal the real threat behind it all!

What they faced was never some legendary vengeful spirit born from ghost stories.

Instead, those—

A murder weapon, steeped in the victim's despair and pain, deliberately hidden for thirty years, and—

Those remains that never found peace.

The vengeful spirits born from these things!

Moreover, it is a plural number.

It is an enemy that embodies the overwhelming resentment of the five victims!

"Hey? President? Can you hear me?" Kanzaki's voice pulled Kurokawa from his turbulent thoughts. "The signal isn't very good here, over there—"

"I've received the clue," Kurokawa interrupted him, his voice low but clear. "Well done."

He said no more and hung up the phone.

The car fell silent instantly.

Only the light from the computer screen and the ominous dark red glow of the distant blood-red beam of light remained.

Yukimura, Kaoru, and Chinatsu all stared intently at Kurokawa's face.

In the eyes of the three, there was only tension, unease, and a hint of waiting.

Wait for him to process the information and make a judgment.

Kurokawa took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

He forced a smile, trying to give the three of them a reassuring one.

"The magical girl [Justice] is still fighting. And with such a huge commotion just now, other reinforcements from the Magical Girl Association must already be on their way."

He spoke quickly, both analyzing and convincing himself.

"The situation...is still unclear..."

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He tried to grasp at this last straw, a mere stroke of luck.

However, the words "it's not the worst yet" were not uttered.

Another strange change occurred in the distance.

Boom!

A deafening roar, more terrifying than any sound before, suddenly exploded overhead!

It was as if a hole had been torn open in the sky.

All four looked up at the same time.

Through the windshield, they saw an extremely condensed, jet-black blade of light, as if cleaving through a rift in space, slashing upwards from the depths of the crimson pillar of light!

Wherever it passed, the blazing white light released by "Justice" shattered like fragile glass!

Even the magical shielding barrier, maintained by several drones at a higher altitude, was struck and shattered by the shockwave of this terrifying attack!

The pale blue light membrane shattered instantly, turning into countless scattered light fragments.

The shield was forcibly broken.

next second.

A figure shrouded in tattered wings of light plummeted straight down from mid-air, like a bird with broken wings.

Extremely fast.

In the reflection of the four people's suddenly contracting pupils, the figure was perfectly aligned.

It slammed hard onto the hood of their stealth vehicle!

Thump—! ! ! !

A heavy thud accompanied by the twisting groan of metal sent the entire vehicle lurching violently!

In front of the windshield, [Justice] lay face down on the hood, his armor shattered in many places, his light wings reduced to a few wisps of light, and the greatsword in his hand nowhere to be seen.

She remained motionless, as if she had fainted!

Kurokawa stared at the magical girl, whose life or death was uncertain, so close yet so close, and his mind went blank for a moment.

A crisis is looming.

My max-level teammate —

It went offline immediately?!

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