I am Kamen Rider who reverses dimensions

Yuanxiang reluctantly tugged at his backpack, which contained some food, water, and even some money, all given to him by the kind shopkeeper. There was nothing more to say; he would have to thank him properly after he finished this matter. As for the clothes that exuded an unknown aura, Yuanxiang had already thrown them away, as it was clearly not suitable to carry them around at this moment.

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"How terrifying! This time they actually targeted students. Unidentified life forms really deserve to die!"

Ten minutes later, Gensou skillfully blended into a ramen restaurant. It was full of workers who had just finished their shifts. Generally speaking, these people would always find something to talk about and boast about at the dinner table. Even in this other world, these people did not disappoint Gensou. Soon, he heard a topic that was worth paying attention to.

"You can't say that."

The worker with a blue towel tied around his neck retorted to his colleague, who was only wearing a t-shirt, blowing on the steaming noodles as he spoke:

"Isn't there still an unidentified life form that keeps eliminating those murderous bastards? You can't just kill them all at once."

"Heh, they're all the same kind of stuff. You still expect to distinguish between different grades? Maybe after that Unidentified Life Form No. 4 wipes out all its brethren, it will start targeting us. You, how can you still have expectations for monsters?"

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A moment later, Gengo came out of the noisy ramen shop, but instead of sorting out the information he had gathered, he walked towards the thugs who were extorting money in the alley across the street. After a brutal exchange of blows, Gengo had a clearer understanding of the current situation.

In this world, a group of strange beings suddenly appeared out of nowhere. The police call them 'unidentified life forms' and name them 'Number One', 'Number Two', etc., according to the order in which they appeared. They have now reached Number Forty-Two.

Those strange individuals have a rather unique modus operandi; they always appear alone, are incredibly powerful, and take pleasure in killing. During this period, quite a few people have died because of their attacks.

However, among those unidentified life forms, there is an unidentified life form, Number Four, that is constantly eliminating those murderous monsters. Regardless of Number Four's purpose, it is undeniable that it has indeed protected many people as a result.

As for the murders mentioned by the workers, Gengo also learned some details. It seemed that second-grade male students at the nearby Midorikawa School were being targeted by an unidentified life form and were dying one after another. However, the thugs and workers did not know the more specific details.

It seems I'll have to make a trip to that school.

Yuanxiang tugged at the front of his baseball cap and hurried off in the direction pointed out by the fruit stall owner next to him.

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"Um... hello."

Outside the campus, a female student who had just stepped out was stopped by a gentle voice. She turned around and saw a sunny young man walking towards her with a smile, saying in a slightly pleading tone:

"Excuse me, I'm a student from another school who wants to transfer here. Could I ask you some questions, senior? Um... well, you know..."

The boy scratched the back of his head, a look of embarrassment on his face, and said softly:

"A lot has happened around here lately, and I'm getting really scared if I don't find out what's going on myself. Um... um... I could buy you a drink, how about... that beverage shop across the street?"

"Ah...okay...okay."

Looking at Yuanxiang's handsome face, the girl hesitated for a moment before accepting the polite invitation and entering the beverage shop. It must be said that the girl was quite wary, but Yuanxiang had cultivated an image of himself as a cheerful student who was often forced by his family to do things he didn't like.

With this persona, after casually chatting about hobbies, complaining about her parents' lack of understanding, and Yuanxiang's feigned sob story, the girl quickly let down her guard and started chatting and laughing with Yuanxiang. After warming up the atmosphere, Yuanxiang stirred his juice with a straw and casually steered the conversation toward the recent murder case.

"Junior Yuanxiang, if you can, even if you skip school, don't come to our school for a while. You don't know how terrifying it is, all the boys in our class are... are all dead now..."

The girl gripped her cup with a somber expression, her lips pressed tightly together in sorrow. Tears welled in her eyes, as if she were recalling something. Just then, a tissue box was pushed towards her, and the boy's slender, warm hand pressed against her wrist before removing it. Then, full of apology, he said:

"I'm sorry, I don't want you to be sad."

"It's alright, it's alright, I've already accepted this."

The girl shook her head slightly, wiped her eyes with a tissue, and continued:

"You really shouldn't come. There's a serial killer around our school. All the male students who died before had contact with him. After the curse was lifted, the killer would say, 'You will die in four days,' and then the male students really did die four days later, and..."

The girl hugged her arms in fear and whispered to Yuanxiang:

"During those four days, the murderer seemed to constantly appear around the male victim, relentlessly frightening him and reminding him that he was going to die, like a cat toying with a mouse. A male student from the next class seemed to be so terrified that he jumped off the hospital building and died... Yuanxiang, are you alright? You look terrible..."

The girl asked worriedly, while Yuanxiang loosened his clenched fist, let out a breath, and said softly:

"I'm fine, I just think this is outrageous! It's like playing with lives!"

"Yes, it's really outrageous, and I've also heard that that serial killer seems to always show up at the victim's funeral, as if he's enjoying it... How can there be such a person in this world?!"

The girl couldn't help but slam her fist on the table. Realizing she was being too noisy, she quickly smiled apologetically at those around her, then looked at Yuanxiang and tried to persuade him again:

"In short, Yuanxiang junior, you really shouldn't transfer here during this time. Right now, the last male student in our grade is a transfer student, and I heard from the seniors that he's also been targeted by a serial killer and is too scared to go to school now. You should talk to your parents properly, I believe they will understand you. Ah, it's time for my part-time job, sorry, I have to go."

"I'm so sorry to have bothered you for so long, please be careful on your way."

"Don't worry, that..."

The girl glanced at Yuanxiang, her face flushed, and lowered her head, whispering:

"I'm Miyamoto Megumi from Class 2-A. Feel free to come visit me sometime, junior! That's all for now, goodbye, junior!!!"

Goodbye, senior.

The girl grabbed her bag and ran quickly out of the beverage shop, while Yuanxiang smiled helplessly and then turned his gaze to the school across the street.

Actually, he had been scouting the area for a while and noticed that the lone girl came out of the second-year school building, so he went up to strike up a conversation. The results were beyond Yuanxiang's expectations. He heard a lot of information that he had not been able to get from the surrounding shops. The next step was to find out the home address of the transfer student and see if he could catch that despicable murderer!

111 Killing Game

Finding the transfer student's home address was not difficult. With such a big fuss about this, some newspapers would inevitably want to make a big story out of it. Even if they were hesitant to get too close to the scene of the unconfirmed life due to the pressure from the police, they would still have basic information about the only surviving boy.

Of course, Yuanxiang didn't mean to buy intelligence. He believed that at this critical juncture, if a temporary worker eager to make a name for himself in the news industry came to their door, the newspaper owners would definitely be happy to let that fool give it a try. If he got a story, he would make a fortune; if he didn't, it wouldn't matter. Even if the police came knocking on their door, they could easily pass the buck to someone who was a temporary worker.

In less than half an hour, Yuanxiang obtained the transfer student's home address. He rushed there, but upon arrival, he discovered police officers and plainclothes officers lurking near the residence. Under these circumstances, it was clearly not advisable to approach.

But that doesn't matter.

'Trigger'

Genji pressed the memory key, transforming into the blue knight. He carefully concealed himself in the shadows, trigger on his Magnum, ready to react to any movement inside.

Ok?

As soon as he transformed, Gensou sensed an unusual aura. This cold, murderous intent drew his attention to a corner. He tiptoed over there and saw a man whose face was mostly covered by a white scarf hiding in a secluded corner, keeping an eye on the transfer student's house.

At the same time, he was holding an abacus in his hand. The abacus was a bit strange. Judging from the number of beads on it, it seemed to be a tool for calculating base-9. Moreover, the number displayed on the abacus was 89, while the total number of second-grade boys at Midorikawa School was 91, and the current death toll was 90.

.......

Noticing this, Gensho thoughtfully rubbed the gun handle, suppressing the urge to strike. He thought it over carefully. Although ninety had died, comparing their manner of death, only one person committed suicide, instead of dying four days later as the serial killer had predicted... Could this be the reason why the number on the abacus differed from the actual number of deaths?

Thinking of this, Yuanxiang's expression darkened further. If it was really as he had guessed, then the nature of this series of murders would be even more heinous. For the killer, this killing spree would be a challenging game.

"what!!!!"

But just as Gensou was focused on taking down the man in the white scarf, a scream suddenly came from the transfer student's house. At the same time, the man in the white scarf immediately put his hand on the abacus, seemingly intending to move it. Gensou also noticed that there was another person in the house. However, as soon as the police around took action, the guy who broke into the house left almost instantly.

Such speed...

Yuanxiang's expression changed slightly. If he had encountered this situation, he might have suffered a great loss if he hadn't been careful. However, a more important question had arisen. Since the man in the white scarf was not the murderer, then... could he deduce that this murder was actually carried out by an organized team with a clear division of labor? In other words, he might have the possibility of following the clues and uprooting the entire team.

However, I just overheard the police whispering that the killer this time is indeed an unidentified life form, so this man in the white scarf is probably one as well. If that's the case, if I really manage to get to their base, I'm afraid I'll be surrounded by them. I need to be mentally prepared for that beforehand.

Thinking of this, Gengo took a few steps back, gently pushed the door next to him, and returned to the office. He hurriedly picked up his commonly used tools, such as the miniature tracker, but hesitated before going back. He then retrieved the dual drive he had obtained from the 'museum' from the basement, put it on his person, and returned to his previous position.

Yuanxiang watched as the white-scarved man put away his abacus and prepared to leave. He then took out a firecracker and threw it at the wall diagonally opposite. The sudden sound of the firecracker naturally attracted the white-scarved man's attention. Taking advantage of this moment, Yuanxiang used a launcher to shoot a miniature tracker at the man and then quietly observed his reaction.

Fortunately, it seems they weren't discovered. But where did Grandpa get all this stuff? I can't find any of the same kind.

Yuanxiang held the tablet in his hand and sighed regretfully in his heart. Just then, the transfer student's family suddenly rushed out protecting their child. They drove away in a panic, seemingly feeling that the house was no longer safe and wanted to move to another place.

On the other side, the police seemed to be planning to use them as bait to lure out the unidentified life form again, so they did not stop them, but followed them at a distance in their car.

At the same time, the man in the white scarf also began to move, following the police car, while Yuanxiang used a tracking device to follow the man from a distance.

Huh? Why did it stop?

After ten minutes of action, Yuanxiang glanced suspiciously in the direction of the man in the white scarf, and then cautiously moved towards him, only to find that the transfer student's family had been forced to stop due to traffic.

It startled me; I thought I'd been discovered.

Yuanxiang breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he was about to take a break, his attention was drawn to the television news playing in the building across the street.

"Including those who committed suicide, and unidentified life forms..."

As the host's voice rang out, photos appeared one after another on the television screen. Those innocent faces had forever lost their promising futures, and their deaths were merely to satisfy some bastard's killing game.

Although he already knew the truth, Yuanxiang still clenched his fists involuntarily when he looked at those photos. However, he quickly calmed down to prevent his murderous aura from being detected. After taking a deep breath, he realized that while he was watching TV, the man in the white scarf had continued his actions and was almost beyond the range that the instrument could track. Without saying a word, Yuanxiang chased after him again.

This time, the transfer student and his family did not encounter any traffic jams. They quickly arrived at a mountain villa in Hakone Town, Kanagawa Prefecture. They seemed to think that this place was safer than the bustling city. Police cars were parked on the roadside beside the mountain, ready to take action at any time, while the man in the white scarf hid in the canopy of a nearby tree, quietly waiting for the situation to develop.

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"Are you really alright?"

Inside the villa, the still-shaken transfer student, Yamada Seiya, sat beside his parents, nervously gripping his knees and whispering:

"Are they really not coming after us?"

"It's okay, it's absolutely okay."

"Yeah, no matter what, that bastard couldn't possibly have tracked us here."

His parents were gently comforting him, but just then, the phone on their table suddenly rang. The slightly shrill ring echoed throughout the villa. Yamada Seiya shivered and leaned back. His parents exchanged glances, and his father swallowed hard before shakily reaching out to answer the phone. But there was no sound from the other end. He looked at the receiver in astonishment, but in the corner of his eye, he saw a dark shadow flash by the French windows.

"Who goes there!?"

Yamada Shiroya's father suddenly stood up and shouted. At the same time, he noticed something outside the French windows on the other side out of the corner of his eye. He hurriedly looked over and saw a strangely dressed man looking at him with a strange look of joy and enjoyment, rubbing his fingers together. The father quickly grabbed the double-barreled shotgun next to him, but when he aimed it at the French windows, the man had disappeared.

Before Yamada Naruya's father could even breathe a sigh of relief, he immediately heard a snap of fingers. Turning around, he saw the strange man's face appear in the left window. He quickly aimed, but the man had vanished. Then, the snap of fingers came again. This time, the man was standing in the window above, looking down at the family of three. Without thinking, the father pulled the trigger. The glass shattered, but that was all.

'bump! '

There it is!

'bump! '

Yes, that's it!

'bump! '

Where exactly is it?!

The continuous snapping of fingers made the father spin around in place like a top, gun in hand. Under such intense pressure, his expression became extremely ferocious, as if he had gone mad. Yamada Naruya and his mother quickly pulled the father back, crying out:

"Dad, calm down."

"Honey, you have to pull yourself together!!"

"Go to the second floor, go to the second floor! Hurry up, it'll be done!!"

The slightly more lucid man urged his wife and son to hurry upstairs, while he himself, with a solemn expression and a death wish, took out his gun and charged forward, wanting to kill the murderer on the spot. But just as he pushed open the French window to check the situation outside, he suddenly turned his head and saw the murderer with a playful expression standing next to him. Before he could raise his gun, he was pinned against the wall by the murderer.