The story we started

【Then I really want to offend you! If you didn't have the evidence in my hand, I would have run away long ago. It would be better to be a gigolo than to be here! At least if I met a rich woman, she might be happy and spend a lot of money to buy a beautiful young man's smile. Then I would have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of my life! By the way, how did you know that my wallet and ID were all burned? Were you there when I challenged No. 3 and No. 1? 】

[Zaimokuza thinks more and more that something is not right. He feels that there is something deeply wrong here. How on earth does this guy know so much about his affairs? ]

[Could it be that someone was attracted by my looks and thought that the person who could make money from this betrayed me and colluded with this capitalist, setting up a trap to trap me here, splitting the hard-earned money I earned from selling my looks with this capitalist 30% to 70%, squeezing my flesh and blood, and satisfying their own selfish desires!]

[He knows so much about me, could he be someone close to me? Who could that be?]

【Zaimokuza couldn't help but gasp when he thought of this. How could society be so dark? The people around him actually sold out such a kind and upright person to such a heartless capitalist for such a small profit? Is there still justice? Is there still law?】

[“Hmm? Rumi-chan, are you a cartoonist now?”]

【Zaimokuza suddenly realized the information revealed in their conversation just now, and looked at Tsurumi Rumi in surprise.】

[“I guess so. It was just a part-time job that I did after practicing in my spare time. I didn’t expect that the comic I contributed to would become popular, so I took this part-time job as a career.”]

【Tsurumi Rumi said this indifferently, while Kawasaki Saki proudly put her arm around her shoulders and raised her eyebrows in disdain towards Zaimoku.】

[“Don’t underestimate our Liumei. She is one of the new rising stars in the comics circle in recent years. Last year, the total sales of her comics were close to 10 million copies, which is much better than your thriller novel published by an unknown publisher!”]

[“That’s not a thriller, okay?! That’s an adventure novel that I put so much effort into. Every chapter in it is imbued with my soul and flesh! It’s my masterpiece that combines my soul and flesh! The reason it’s classified as a thriller is because the editor is blind and the readers of this generation don’t have the ability to appreciate literary works! By the way, how did you know about this, Miss Saki? And when did Rumi-chan become yours!?”]

【Mr. Zaimokuza fiercely refuted and complained, how could his work be a thriller novel? It was clearly a masterpiece of adventure literature that was imbued with his experience and passion, emotions and sadness, encounters and partings during his journey. Everyone who read his work was moved to tears, and even fainted from excitement. How could it be a thriller novel!? Slander! This woman is slandering this general!】

[“Oh? Since you are so confident, how about letting the expert in this field evaluate it?”]

[“Saki-san, I’m already a senior in high school this year, I’m not that young anymore… But, Yoshiki, are you still writing books now?”]

[Tsurumi Rumi sighed helplessly, but after knowing that Zaimokuza was still writing a book, she looked at him with some surprise, and an unknown light flashed in her dark eyes.]

[“Of course, this is my dream after all. I’ll show you! Rumi-chan! It took me three days to write this work based on the inspiration I got from the scumbag on the street who was hunted down by the gangsters after being asked by the person I had an affair with!”]

【Zaimokuza patted his chest with pride, and as Kawasaki Saki beside him looked at him and asked, “How could you put it here?” he took out a thick stack of manuscript paper from the lining of his waiter uniform and handed it to Tsurumi Rumi.】

[“Feel free to review it! Liu Mei-chan! This is my masterpiece! A masterpiece of psychological literature that explains human emotions, “The Second Distance of Love”! I guarantee that you will feel an extraordinary spiritual impact that will cleanse your soul like never before in your life!”]

【"oh."】

[Tsurumi Rumi took the manuscript paper that was stained with Zaimokuza's scent because of her close contact with him, and raised her eyebrows at the neat Chinese characters written on the cover. She was surprised at how beautiful his handwriting was, and opened the first page of the book——]

【"Sha~" One second ago. 】

【“Bang!!!” Five seconds later. 】

[“…I have a rough idea of ​​how good your writing skills are, Yihui.”]

[Tsurumi Rumi slammed the book shut, her face turned pale, and she slowly exhaled a breath of burning white air.]

[“So fast!? Didn’t you only watch for five seconds?”]

[Zaimokuza-san was surprised. Is it possible to read so fast? ]

【“The famous writer Francis Bacon once said that character determines a person’s destiny. Similarly, you can tell what a literary work is like by just looking at the first page. You don’t even need to finish the first chapter.”】

[“Well, how about that? Rumi-chan, what do you think of this article I wrote?!”]

【"call--"】

[Faced with Mr. Zaimokuza, whose eyes were twinkling with little stars and whose face was full of expectation, Tsurumi Rumi took a deep breath of the cold air, calmed the mysterious whispers and illusions echoing in her brain, and the corners of her mouth slowly raised, and a moving smile slowly appeared on her delicate, expressionless face like a doll.]

【“Yihui.”】

[The voice of a girl in her prime is cold but sweet, like a purple rose budding in the rain, or like a strong wind blowing through the pipes of a pan flute. Combined with her cute smile that is in sharp contrast to her cold image, she has a temptation and magic that men cannot resist.]

"Mom, I'm in love!"

Looking at Rumi Tsurumi's smile in the video, many single people who have never been in a relationship covered their hearts with one hand, feeling that this aggressive smile turned into an arrow that shot through their hearts, deeply penetrating the heart that has been solo since birth.

[“Hmmmm!”]

[Zaimokuza half-crouched down and nodded like a dog as he looked at Miss Tsurumi Rumi's charming smile, his eyes sparkling with the starlight that girls could not refuse.]

[Tear——]

【Faced with the innocent eyes, Miss Tsurumi Rumi smiled and stretched out her hands to tear the literary work that Honzaimokuza had painstakingly thought about for three days into two halves. Her pink lips uttered countless words as sharp as swords, piercing his defenseless heart.】

[“It’s hopeless. He’s dead. Stop writing. He’s going to die. An ambulance will be called. The police will be called.”]

【"——no!!!!!!"】

【Zaimokuza felt his heart being torn apart as he watched his carefully written manuscript being torn in half. He held his face with both hands, and his expression resembled the protagonist in the masterpiece "The Scream" by German Expressionist pioneer Edvard Munch. His shrill screams echoed over the Bunkyo Ward and reached the sky.】

【Tokyo City, Ashikaga District, 8,000 meters above the sky. 】

[“Hmm? I think I heard a strange scream?”]

[Badjisu, which was flying above the clouds, flapped its four thin wings and stopped moving forward, turning its head and looking around in surprise.]

[“Forget it, it’s probably just a bird.”]

[It shook its head, and its pair of insect-like blue compound eyes pierced through the clouds, tall buildings, trees, and low houses, and soon found its target - two people playing tennis.]

[“Let’s start with you. Congratulations, you’ve become my me-badjisu-ba’s first game target! I think you’ll be able to sleep with a smile on your face even when you die.”]

[Badjisu raised his right hand with a grim smile. From the muscle tissue on his right wrist, which was like the tail of a wasp, a long silver needle slowly extended out. The silver needle tip, which shone with a cold luster, seemed to emit a long groan that cut through the air above the vacuum of the cloud layer.]

【"drink!"】

[badjisu clenched his fist, and a hint of green flashed across his blue compound eyes for a moment. He struck out the fist with the long needle extended out. The long needle extended out with a clang. At the moment of its release, it seemed as if a whirlwind was wrapped around it. The long needle sank into the cloud below him, and a big hole instantly opened up in the cloud after the long needle passed through it! ]

[A tennis court in Shinagawa District, Tokyo. ]

[“I’m going!”]

[The girl in the tennis skirt waved to her boyfriend standing opposite her with a bright smile on her face. She held the tennis racket behind her back and was about to throw a tennis ball in her other hand. The boyfriend opposite her smiled even more when he saw his girlfriend wearing the tennis skirt. He was thinking about which hotel to go to tonight.]

【Bang!】

【"ah!?"】

[Just as the girl was about to throw the tennis ball, a whirlwind suddenly spread from the opposite side where her boyfriend was standing, and the violent whistling wind blew her down without her noticing.]

【“What, what’s going on?”】

[The girl stood up, rubbing her sore buttocks. She looked at her boyfriend standing opposite her in confusion, but she saw a horrifying scene.]

[Patter. 】

[The expensive brand-name tennis racket slipped from his tightly clenched hands and fell to the ground. The boyfriend knelt forward with a dull expression, staring straight at his girl with his eyes, and his mouth opened and closed weakly a few times.]

【“…”】

[Scarlet blood flowed down from his forehead and soon flowed across his entire face. The tennis ball slipped from the girl's hand as she stood up. She stared blankly at her boyfriend's bloody face until he fell forward on his knees. She then reacted and a shrill scream resounded through the sky.]

【“Aa ...ah!!!

[Eight thousand meters above Ashikaga District, Badjisu withdrew his hand that had shot out the silver needle with satisfaction, and a brand new silver needle was slowly extending from the tissue of his hand.]

[One shot, across an altitude of 8,000 meters, almost across the entire Tokyo area, shot and killed a person far away in Shinagawa District from Ashikaga District, truly killing people thousands of miles away, breaking all the world records for sniper distances. Even the Finnish sniper king during World War II, Simon Haye, known as the White Death, could not match him.]

[“You are in good condition. Your power is really useful…”]

[“Wait for me, Kuuga——”]

【Tokyo, Bunkyo-ku, bellissimoricordo restaurant. 】

[Zaimokuza, who was dressed in gray, squatted in a corner with his hands on his knees. A black aura spread from his body, and mushrooms grew from his back. ]

[…Am I exaggerating?]

[Seeing him like this, the kind-hearted Tsurumi Rumi couldn't help but ask Kawasaki Saki with some concern, while the capitalist lady waved her hand calmly. ]

[“It’s okay. The idiot’s vitality is very strong. Just give him another five minutes or so and he’ll be able to recover. Don’t worry!”]

[“Speaking of Liu Mei, you said you had something else to do when you came here this time. What was it?”]

[Saki Kawasaki suddenly reacted and asked with some curiosity.]

[“Actually, it’s about growing—”]

【"Hope no のはな system い だ tie が ～ 日本 servant ら の chest の中 に あ る か ら ～determine し て 三る こ と は な い ～" 】

[A strange ringtone suddenly sounded from Zaimokuza, interrupting the conversation between the two. Zaimokuza, who was still in a low mood, reached out from his pocket to take out his cell phone and asked weakly.]

[“Excuse me, is it——”]

【“Zaimokuza, it’s me! Kousaka Kyousuke!”】

【Kousaka Kyousuke's urgent voice came from the phone, and Zaimokuza was immediately shocked and asked with all his strength.】

[“Mr. Kosaka, what’s going on—”]

[“A new unidentified life form has appeared! Five people have been killed! Come to the police station immediately!”]

[At this moment, Tsurumi Rumi, who was sitting at the counter chatting with Kawasaki Saki, didn't know why she felt that the atmosphere coming from Zaimokuza had changed. The person who had been familiar to her and would joke with her even though they hadn't seen each other for many years and looked very different seemed to have suddenly disappeared.]

[Instead, there was a stranger who was filled with a solemn and cold aura that she had never felt before.]

33. Evil Wind

"At an altitude of 28 meters, the silver needles shot from Ashikaga District can actually attack people in Shinagawa District, far away in Tokyo. What a terrifying attack distance and shooting accuracy! This is far beyond the limit of human snipers.lu.com"

Hayato Yeyama, who watched from a God's perspective how Badjisu shot and killed humans, took a deep breath, suppressed his inner horror, and felt a chill at the back of his head.

Imagine that when you are doing your own thing, someone attacks you from thousands of miles away and kills you with precise precision, and you don't even realize it when you die. How terrifying it is.

Many bigwigs in the world who face assassination attempts all the time feel their scalps tingling when watching this scene in the video. You know, sniping is one of the common methods of assassination. In the modern history of more than 100 years, two national leaders who were father and son died from gun attacks. You know, assassins can fail countless times, but as long as they succeed once, it is enough. After all, not all leaders of countries are called Castro.

This newly emerged unconfirmed life form's attack method has left them with a huge psychological shadow. This method of killing can be described as truly killing people from a thousand miles away, and it is impossible to guard against!

Especially the big shots in Tokyo, they gave orders to their secretaries and subordinates without hesitation.

"Quick! Tell someone to install a few more layers of bulletproof glass in my office and bedroom!"

【Tokyo, Metropolitan Police Department. 】

【"Needle?"】

【Zaimokuza looked a little surprised when he heard what Kousaka Kyousuke said.】

[“Yes, there are holes at various places on the scene where the victims were killed, and a silver needle was found in each of them. We speculate that this should be the way this unidentified life form kills people.”]

[Kousaka Kyousuke said this with a serious expression while walking in the corridor with Zaimokuza.]

[“According to eyewitnesses, they did not see the assailant at all. They all fell down after hearing a strange sound and a strong wind. According to the forensic examination, they were all killed by silver needles shot into their heads and then pierced vertically through their bodies. There were clearly visible needle holes on each of their skulls.”]

[“Hmm… Mr. Kosaka, where are we going? This doesn’t look like the way to the parking lot, does it?”]

[Zaimokuza, who had been to the Metropolitan Police Department several times, found that the road they were walking on was one they had never walked on before, and couldn't help but feel a little confused. ]

[“I’ll take you to see someone. She’s the scientist in charge of analyzing and testing the murder weapon of the unidentified life form. She’s also my senior’s daughter and my colleague. Although she’s about the same age as us, she’s a top student who graduated from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in the United States. She was one of the top three students in her class. She’s a very capable woman in all aspects.”]

[“So amazing!? And why didn’t such a talented person stay in the United States to further his studies but instead came back to work for the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department?”]

[Even Zaimokuza has heard of the reputation of MIT. It has always been ranked in the top three of the world's top universities. He couldn't help but be amazed. ]

[“She is indeed a very capable person. She came here to work on the recommendation of her father. She is very popular. As far as I know, the University of Tokyo once invited her to become a professor at the school. The salary offered was far higher than that of the Metropolitan Police Department, but she refused because she was not interested.”]

【"sharp……"】

[I am in my twenties, a freelance writer (unemployed), and Mr. Zaimokuza, who struggles to make ends meet, is a little confused. Whether it is the University of Tokyo or MIT, it sounds like they are from two completely different worlds. If it weren't for the unconfirmed life event, I'm afraid we would never have met in our lives. ]

[“You are right, but maybe it is a common problem for geniuses. She is also a bit strange. Unlike you... well, you will know when you meet her.”]

【Speaking of this, Kousaka Kyousuke's expression was a little strange. While the two were talking, a door with "Laboratory" written on it was close at hand. He grasped the door handle and opened the door to go in. Zaimokuza also curiously leaned over from his side to see who the person who Kousaka Kyousuke mentioned was who rejected the invitation from the University of Tokyo.】

[The image of a person with three heads and six arms, six wings on his back, an eye between his eyebrows, and double pupils in his eyes that he had imagined in his mind was shattered when he saw the back of that person. It was a tall figure wearing a white coat, short hair, and glasses, sitting in front of a computer, typing away on the keyboard with his slender fingers.]

[——Huh? Why does this figure seem familiar? ]

【“Hello, Ms. Ebina.”】

[While Zaimokuza was still confused, Kousaka Kyosuke took the lead in greeting. The woman he called Ebina paused her fingers tapping the keyboard after hearing his voice, and turned the chair around, revealing a face with glasses that looked pretty and a bit cute.]

[She pushed up her glasses on the bridge of her nose, her eyes lit up when she saw Kousaka Kyousuke, and a happy smile appeared on the corners of her mouth.]

[“Hey~ Isn’t this Mr. Kosaka? It’s been a long time…”]

[As Ebina spoke, his voice gradually became lower, and Kousaka Kyousuke, who did not notice anything unusual, turned around and looked at Zaimokuza and said. ]

[“Ms. Ebina, let me introduce you to the person behind me. He is a police assistant. His name is——Zaimokuza?”]

[Kousaka Kyosuke turned around and found that Zaimokuza's eyes were dull, staring straight at Ebina, whose eyes could not be seen clearly because the white light was reflected by the glasses on the opposite side.]

["Ebina...classmate?"]

[Zaimokuza looked at the woman opposite him, muttering to himself in disbelief, his eyes were like... like Takayama Ryuji who saw Sadako crawling out of the TV.]