Zongman, daily life starting from hunting the supernatural

"Great, you're still alive."

"Very good..."

The woman cried, happy and touched that Sakurai was alive. She hugged Sakurai tightly regardless of Sakurai's reaction.

Sakurai seemed to smell...

Light fragrance.

Sakurai could see the scene behind through the hole in her chest, and she was about to die.

Unlike me, this woman is about to die.

However, the woman completely ignored her own injuries and gently touched Sakurai's hair while crying.

In a trance...

Bizarre scenes keep appearing in my mind.

Is that his past?

Isn't it his past that is from another world but not from this world?

Sakurai couldn't help but open his eyes wide, wanting to see more clearly while being hugged by the woman.

He wanted to trace his past.

"No, you can't remember it."

"Forget it all. Forget it all."

"Otherwise they will be seen. No matter what, we must not let them know before that moment comes..."

"You exist, Yin Jing."

"You're the last, last chance."

The woman who noticed Sakurai's abnormality emphasized it again and again, wishing she could rub Sakurai into her body.

She wanted to protect the person in her arms, but she couldn't.

She is going to die.

Now the only thing the woman could do was to emphasize this matter over and over again in his ears while crying.

Absolutely absolutely...

Unable to recall, unable to remember, what he had [seen].

"it is good."

Closing his eyes once again, Sakurai gave up trying to recall the past memories.

In the end, all Sakurai heard was the woman's repeated cries of "I'm sorry."

The woman died. She let go of Sakurai and lay on the ground looking at the red sky. She stopped crying and died with a smile on her face.

Her body gradually grew colder, and Sakurai had no idea what she was thinking.

Sakurai closed his eyes and continued to fall.

With a sense of weightlessness, Sakurai opened his eyes...

There was no one in the trigger.

Are you done with school?

Sakurai covered his head unconsciously, and he didn't know why he did this.

"Who is Yin Jing? What does he have to do with me? He looks so familiar..."

Sakurai frowned as he pronounced these two words, which might be his name, a little awkwardly.

He seldom dreams.

Or rather, he had never dreamed in his memory.

Why did I suddenly dream of a ruin, and why did I see that very kind woman.

but...

Was that really a dream?

Or something that actually happened in the past.

Sakurai didn't know, and he wasn't going to think about it.

He promised the woman that he would not actively pursue memories of the past.

Confused, Sakurai left the classroom.

I went to Kirisu Mafuyu's apartment.

About two hours later, Sakurai finished his tutoring and left the room.

He handed her the rosary.

certainly...

In order to prevent her from being unwilling to accept it, Sakurai deliberately concealed the value of the rosary from her, only stating that the rosary could protect Kirisu Madoka from harm and that she could not take it off even to take a bath.

as well as...

If the rosary glows, contact him immediately.

38. God will also perish

After leaving Kirisu Mafuyu's apartment, Sakurai took out his cell phone.

An anonymous email lay quietly in his inbox.

Sakurai's eyes flickered slightly as he opened the email.

It’s pretty much what he thought.

"Really?"

"I said that under normal circumstances, the supernatural should not be able to appear in this world casually."

"The one who maintained the division between the ordinary world and the spiritual world disappeared, and the wise god who planned the two worlds also disappeared?"

"It's really a big deal."

"If there is no way to solve this problem, there will probably be more and more unlucky people like my assistant."

“Maybe I can’t see it clearly, but…”

"Absolutely."

"It's just like the situation with that little girl (Ogata Rizu in Sakurai's eyes)."

"Interesting guys will probably appear one after another like bamboo shoots in early spring."

"A lot of people will die."

“I hope the world won’t fall into chaos.”

"Well, it has nothing to do with me."

Shaking his head, Sakurai thought it would be better for him not to meddle in other people's business.

As the saying goes, everyone should clean the snow in front of their own door and not worry about the frost on other people's roofs.

It was enough for him to ensure the safety of himself and Sister Manfuyu. At most, that easy-to-bully assistant could be counted as half of it. As for the others...

I really don’t know them well. If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up.

Why should he be in a hurry when that profiteer is not in a hurry?

Don't think that he has become a fool just because he lost his memory. That profiteer has unclear connections with those 'impressive' [big shots] of the [Official History Compilation Committee]. Otherwise, not everyone can open an izakaya between the real and the fake that welcomes everyone.

And it has been open for so many years.

as well as...

He actually lied to Kirisu Madoka, he knew who rented the house to him.

To be exact, it is not a human being.

Looking at the unknown caller on the phone, Sakurai's eyes flickered.

That is...

This is a very special phone number that can only be dialed if a certain connection is established.

The next second, without his consent, the call was automatically connected.

so...

He just...

I just didn't want to look for my past self from the beginning.

It's too troublesome, and even if you find it, it's meaningless.

He is not some dead person from another world, nor is he some monster from this world.

From the very beginning, he was a mixture of two guys, an outlier.

"Hey, hey, hey, can you hear me, Sakurai-san?"

"This is to give money to Brother Sakurai. I'm so poor that I can only find a bartender to make some extra money."

The frivolous and overly familiar voice came clearly into Sakurai's ears from the other side of the phone.

The moment the voice came into Sakurai's ears, he seemed to see that guy.

The unscrupulous businessman who grovels just to get a little bit of advantage.

"If you have something to say, just say it."

Sakurai took two steps back and leaned against the wall, with his head slightly tilted up, and he looked expressionless and coldly at the profiteer on the other end of the phone.

"No, brother. You know the industry is not doing well these days. I am counting on you to open a business here."

Sakurai frowned, having heard enough of this nonsense and was about to hang up and turn off his phone.