"I'll see...... Eh, I watched the advertisement and received a coupon, and there was a ......"

Late at night, on the quiet streets of Shibuya, Sousuke Araki stood alone on the side of the road and scanned the code with his mobile phone to unlock a red shared bicycle.

It was midnight when I came out of the police station, and the last subway had long since stopped.

No matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like a local tyrant who has the money to take a taxi, and if he wants to cross the city from Shibuya in the southwest to the central area of Taito Ward, he can only rely on this thing except to coerce taxi drivers with violence.

Just as he stepped onto the shared bicycle and was ready to "catapult to start......

The back seat of the car sank slightly.

Turning around, Mochizuki Ayano, who had changed into a short skirt and casual clothes, sat quietly sideways on the back seat of the bicycle at some point.

A pair of big round eyes of black and blue different colors stared at him with a cunning look.

“…… Huh? You, you, you ......"

Looking at this ghostly girl, Sousuke Araki's whole body shook violently like a puppy flowing by static electricity.

Sure enough, the Metropolitan Police Department finally decided to hold me accountable for the crime!

Why don't you take her hostage now, rush to Yokohama Port overnight, and give her a lifebuoy after successfully stepping on the snake's boat......

"I'm off work too, so as a return of favor, send me home by the way......"

Being stared at by Sosuke Araki's eyes, Mochizuki Ayano turned his face away with some embarrassment.

After returning to the police station, she couldn't hold back the thoughts in her throat, and finally followed.

"Oh hehe, scare me, where do you live? Over there......"

With a sigh of relief, Sosuke Araki stepped on the bicycle pedal with some humility, hoping to avoid falling into a possible "encirclement".

The red bike catapulted off at a speed that surpassed that of the battery car, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Hey, hey!! Even bicycles have a legal speed limit......"

Caught off guard, Mochizuki Ayano could only hold the corners of his clothes with both hands, facing the sudden wind.

In the silent moonlight, their thoughts were like wheels spinning under their feet, silently driving through the streets of Shibuya.

Faded from the heat and hustle and bustle of the day, Shibuya at night is a rare hint of tranquility and elegance under the chirping of cicadas and moonlight.

“…… That one...... Araki ......"

Mochizuki Ayano lowered her eyelashes and spoke cautiously.

"Huh?"

“…… What do you think about 'talent'? ”

"Talent?"

Sosuke Araki scratched his head in confusion.

After living for more than 20 years, he was an idiot in exams, had difficulty in finding employment, and barely survived by relying on a handful of physical strength, and the word "talent" seemed to be far away from him.

“…… If someone else can easily accomplish something that no one else can do or challenge in any way, then he ......"

In the back seat, Mochizuki Ayano looked up at the bright moon in the sky, his chest rose and fell slightly, as if he had exhausted his strength, and asked, "...... Does he have the responsibility and obligation to accomplish these things? ”

The tone of the gloomy voice seemed to be asking Sosuke Araki, and it seemed like asking herself.

When she thought of the approaching Mon Lan Bon Festival, she couldn't help but think of the dark alleys of Ikebukuro, in the Kanda Myojinja Square, and on the Niju Bridge......

The agent, who had no "talent", used his life to win for the soul slayers.

Seihiro Tamiya, Yuto my grandson, Shigeo Ushimosa, Yuya Uebed, Shinji my wife......

For her, who has never forgotten it, these names represent not only a permanently sealed archive, but a fresh life that has fought with her.

From the first meeting with them to the goodbye, every detail of this will be engraved in her mind forever.

"Responsibilities and obligations?"

Hearing the other party's question, Sosuke Araki's pace slowed down as he pedaled on the bicycle pedals, and he seemed to start using his rusty brain in a rare way.

"I don't quite understand what you're trying to say, but in my opinion, everyone is equal, with their own unique talents, and suitable fields for flowering. But as far as I'm concerned, there are too many people in the world who are smarter than me and good at all sorts of things......"

With a hint of confusion in his eyes, he tried to give his own answer.

"If we blindly abandon our responsibilities and obligations to others on the grounds of talent or talent, and do not strive to pursue our own path, is it not a kind of self-denial and evasion?"

"Self-denial and avoidance?"

Listening to his words, Mochizuki Ayano showed a thoughtful look.

"In this world, there may be joint efforts of each party to perform its own duties, and there are also responsibilities and obligations based on talents...... However, what is more important is the individual's wishes. ”

As if he had grasped the inspiration, Sosuke Araki became more and more energetic the more he spoke.

“…… In other words, it is not a kind of denial and contempt for those who are unwilling, unconvinced, still working hard, or even willing to sacrifice for it. ”

Enjoying the moonlight above his head and the oncoming wind, he remembered his "employment choices" over the years, and couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion.

"Isn't it the freedom that everyone desires to do what they think they want to do, loves to do, and is willing to do, and refuses to do what they don't like?"

Perhaps, according to Kohei, if he had given up his "freedom" and chosen his career path based on his "talent", he would have been much better off than he is now.

"I think at the beginning, the director of Gennma Entertainment said that I was a talented person who was destined to dedicate my life to the arts...... Chiba Master also said that I had a kendo intuition that I had not encountered in a thousand years, and asked me to stay and inherit his credit card...... However, I still want to do what I like, such as riding a bike, and I think it's more fun than riding a motorcycle to deliver food at night......"

There was no time to complain about Sousuke Araki's nonsense, and Ayano Mochizuki was immersed in his thoughts.

The other party's remarks are very different from the education of "greater ability, greater responsibility" instilled by the family since childhood.

I never seem to ask myself what I really want to do.

Nor did I ever care if I liked what I was doing right now.

Perhaps, this is the enviable philosophy of survival that belongs only to a helpless person like Sosuke Araki who grew up in a welfare college.

"That's right, always having such thoughts, isn't it a kind of constraint to others and yourself. As long as everyone does what they think they should do, it is enough......"

With a sigh, she seemed to have finally figured out something, and showed a relieved look.

After knowing some truths, in front of you, I am indeed the most unwilling and unconvinced.

Perhaps, all of you in Lesson 9 are working hard with this feeling in mind for yourself who was born with extraordinary abilities and served as a section leader at a young age.

"It's here, it's this building, it looks so luxurious."

The red bicycle stopped briskly in front of a high-end apartment building.

Mochizuki Ayano jumped out of the car and gently straightened the hem of her skirt.

"Thanks, I've probably got the answer I'm looking for...... As for you......"

Looking at Sousuke Araki, her eyes were still a little unwilling, and her cherry mouth pursed slightly, as if she felt that it was too cheap to let this guy go.

She wanted to tell him everything, starting with the Rift Girl and continuing to the Minami Honmoku dock, so that the hateful creature in front of her knew what she had done before she knew it.

“…… That's it for today. ”

However, since he had already agreed to preside over the propagation of the Dharma, he naturally could not rashly interfere with the experience of the "Venerable" in front of him in the human world.

Before he finished speaking, a sinful big hand slammed into Mochizuki Ayano's head and rubbed it quickly......

"Although I don't know the specific situation, I said, have you been too reckless recently, not only do you have a dish, but you can go to the zoo to pretend to be a panda with dark circles under your eyes, and the injury on your arm looks quite serious......"

Sousuke Araki's words stunned her who subconsciously wanted to launch an "arm spin" to break free.

"When you can't hold on and when you're in pain, asking for help from talented people is one of the wisdom of human beings as a group of creatures. If you really can't, running away is also an option, anyway, even if the sky falls, there will be a lot of people taller than you who will be stoned to death first......"

Before the other party could react, Sousuke Araki had already "finished committing the crime", and a catapult started to leave.

"For example, if you are given a ride like today, or if you are a tricky guy who 'deals privately' in the police station, you can always come to me, after all, I owe you a lot of favors......"

The red bicycle melted into the night street at an inhuman speed, leaving only Sousuke Araki's words and the dust raised still drifting in the air.

"You ...... guy"

Looking at this familiar scene, Mochizuki Ayano shook his head like a puppy that had just taken a bath, and yelled loudly in the direction where Sosuke Araki left, "...... Who's going to run away, are you so tall? You illegal deck and lynching guy right under the nose of the Metropolitan Police Department!! ”

In the interrogation room a few days ago, which idiot had a tearful and sad look on his face as soon as he talked about Kohei Higashino and Reiko, and now he actually had the kung fu to comfort himself in turn?

Looking at the empty street, after a while, two lines of tears, silently, slid down Mochizuki Ayano's face.

……

20 hours before the appearance of "The Gates of Hell".

"Lady, IBM700 just pinned a post......"

Akihabara, "Be careful! On the first floor of the Murder House Identification, Houhai Lu Dou clicked on a certain interface of the 2CH forum with some nervousness.

It was late at night, the peak of the activities of the two night owl siblings, so they first spotted the IBM700 post.

“…… The title is "Greetings from Hell"? ”

Although he turned on the air conditioner on a summer night in August, for some reason his palms were still soaked with sweat.

"Oh? Is there a video this time? Play and see ......"

Dressed in a white lab coat and with her hands on her chest, Mai Hanyu came up behind him with great interest.

"Congratulations to all of you who have seen this video, because you will have the privilege of witnessing with me the upheaval of the world ......"

In the video, in the middle of the pitch-black room, a figure sits with his back to the camera.

"First of all, let me introduce myself, I'm a 2CH forum moderator IBM700, you can also call me "Hell Revolution".

This figure, with a rather deep and frantic voice, sounded like a strong middle-aged man.

"This ...... Isn't this a 'no longer a voice pack'? I downloaded the ...... the day before yesterday"

Hou Hai Lu Dou's ears moved slightly, muttering something.

"Don't be noisy...... This is the first time the IBM700 has appeared......"

Hanyu patted him lightly, then turned up the volume to the maximum, and her face gradually became frenzied.

"If, based on the recently confirmed existence of hidden energy field lifeforms, the 'Urban Legend Maker IBM700 Hypothesis' is also real, then what is the principle and purpose of his creation and control of the weird...... Just thinking about the hidden 'truth' in this makes me feel so excited that I can't help myself......"

"Since you have asked sincerely, then I will tell you with great mercy...... I am here today to tear through the old fig leaf of the existing authorities and religious organizations and to show you the real world......"

In the video, "IBM 700" is still continuing his performance.

“…… No one asked! ”

Before Houhai Ludou finished complaining, the figure behind the chair on the screen took a deep breath and said the appalling facts: "That's right, the Wraith, the Rip Girl, the Human-faced Dog, and the Headless Horseman...... These urban legends circulating in the 2CH forum are all real. Countless people have even died because of them......"

“…… And these supernatural beings, bloody realities, have been constantly obscured by the authorities and the religious organizations under their command for hundreds of years, just to maintain the 'order' necessary for their rule! ”

"Put aside your doubts and ridicule, and I, the Revolution of Hell, will let you know that all of the above is true......"

With these words, the chair, which was originally facing away from the camera, slowly rotated.

Sitting in that chair was a dark, vaguely outlined figure.

"Wow, look at these five-cent special effects......"

Hanyu Mai had already knocked on the head of someone who was still playing the role of "complaining": "Why are you stunned, the shape of this chair, the download source of the voice pack, and the figure of this figure are all recorded and analyzed, maybe you can get some clues......"

"I would like to formally inform you that starting with Monrambon, the barrier between hell and the world will cease to exist, and the era of the night walk of the hundred ghosts will come again with the opening of the gates of hell......

At that time, the departed will return to the world, and there will be no boundary between life and death...... I'm excited to see how the incompetent Dominators, the lost Gods, and the Sleeping Gods will react......"

"Finally, if you are fortunate enough to survive the karmic fires of this hell, you can also call upon me to witness the birth of a new order in my name and with me...... Inferno Bless Me。 ”

The video ends as the self-proclaimed "Revolution of Hell" figure rushes towards the camera on the screen, and the entire frame is swallowed up in darkness.

"That's it? It shouldn't be a gimmick for the Mbon essay contest, I'll give him a "special effects super doubled ghost animal version" in minutes for such a video......"

It has only been ten minutes since the post was posted, and countless netizens have already left messages below.

Most people's opinions are basically the same as those of Houhai Ludou, and they are all frantically complaining that the "holiday wishes" video of the moderator IBM700 is too old-fashioned and has special effects......

"Gimmick? Whether it's a gimmick or not, the IBM 700 can just release a text message like before, why risk revealing his identity and making such a video, does he have to go through some kind of visual impression......

Hanyu brooded, her brow furrowed.

“…… According to the 'personality modeling' analysis, this guy doesn't do anything that doesn't have benefits. ”