Just when Kengo Yamada was immersed in the joy of immortality.

Sousuke Araki was sleeping in his Kuramae apartment.

The snake meat packed from Kamakura was so tender and delicious that it seemed to have a fatal attraction to him, making him want to eat it more and more.

On the morning of his return, he put it in the refrigerator as rations for the last few days, and burned a large pot with the "mapo tofu seasoning packet" from the convenience store.

After that, he lamented that Japan's ecology was so good that he had raised such delicious game, and he fell into a deep sleep after a while.

This sleep, I slept from day to night, and there was still no sign of waking up.

At midnight, the door of the cupboard expertly slipped open a crack.

A pale eyeball appeared there quietly, staring at Sousuke Araki, who was sleeping shirtless with his back to the cupboard.

Compared with before, this eyeball seems to be larger, and the resentment on the surface of the body is more intense than before.

Sousuke Araki, who was asleep, centered on his stomach, burned like a flame with black resentment, constantly pouring into all parts of his body.

Under the influence of black resentment, the Bodhisattva tattoo on his back became more and more vivid.

The Bodhisattva's eyes rolled slightly, and he glanced straight at the eyeballs in the gap.

The cabinet door closed softly as if nothing had happened.

At midnight, the Kuramae apartment, which had been quiet for a few days, began to be lively again.

The doors of several rooms slowly opened, and a gray figure began to slowly step out of the room and begin to assemble in the corridor......

The difference from the previous time is that the figures that appeared this time are mainly elderly and children, and the number of deaths is much less than last time.

Several figures silently entered the elevator, descended to the first floor, and finally stopped at the door of room 102......

The doorbell rings, the pager screen lights up, and the door opens......

"It's your turn......"

"It's your turn......"

"It's your turn......"

The old voice is mixed with the immature child's voice, intertwined.

"Disturbed ......"

"Disturbed ......"

As the figures entered the room one by one, the room could be faintly lit up with holy fluorescence from the door......

Soon after, the entire Zamae apartment was once again silent, like a tomb.

In the dream, Sousuke Araki dreamed that he went to the "Yoshihara Bubble Bath" again with Ryoma before the second one, wanting to make up for the regret of not being able to do this last time.

However, this time, the female technician was hateful and skinny, and the strength of the massage was quite insufficient.

I have to force him to add money to spend "this special package".

All in all, it's a nightmare.

……

Early the next morning, Shibuya Police Station, Dedicated Conference Room for Section 9.

Several men in suits sat around the narrow conference table with solemn expressions.

Standing at the top is Mochizuki Ayano, who is also wearing a black suit.

"Hasn't Mr. Tokimoto arrived yet?"

She asked Takeshi Iwata, who was beside her.

Takeshi Iwata's face was a little embarrassed, and he whispered: "Teacher Shimoto was in the Shijing Great Elimination last night, and also helped catch a habitual offender who stole underwear, and is making a record at the police station at the moment...... Someone has been sent to pick it up. ”

"Teacher Shimoto is really idle, obviously old...... Forget it, let's do a basic report first. ”

Hearing her say this, a female agent sitting below immediately switched the content on the computer to the projector and began to report.

The projection cloth cuts to a tall woman in a red coat and a long white dress, who looks like a model.

The photo should have been taken from a distance, and only the mask on her face could be clearly seen.

"The main target of this operation, the Rift Girl, has an unusually simple and crude rules of action, and the targeted subject will go through the 'question-ramp' process, and whether the subject answers or not, and the content of the answer has no real impact on their actions. According to the experience of Lesson 9 detectives Jiro Fumiya and Shota Matsuda, if they can move faster than Rift Girl, they have a chance of surviving. His recent trajectory is recorded as follows......"

Next, the screen switches to an electronic map of Tokyo.

Numerous red markers representing the suspected whereabouts of the Rift Girl appear on the map.

"The original disorderly activity of the rift girl, for some reason, in the past six months of the activity trajectory concentrated in the Asakusa area, combined with its traces in the past half a year, we calculated its maximum possible range......"

On the map, yellow markers are displayed representing where the Rift Girl may appear.

"Sure enough...... It is active around that place...... Is there something that is attracting her? ”

Looking at the map, Mochizuki Ayano muttered.

The location in the center of the yellow mark is the Kuramae apartment.

According to the current information, the weird is all based on instinct and some kind of rules.

And as a weirdness that has been circulating for decades, the rules of action of the rift girl are also well-known, "ask - kill".

However, why does the strangeness of the originally disorderly activity suddenly change its "rules" and move around a fixed range like a resentful spirit?

Could it be that there is some kind of existence that can manipulate weirdness?

Another bold idea came to Mochizuki Ayano's mind.

"As for the other weirdness, due to the mode of activity and the form of existence, there are too few sightings to make a valid guess for the time being."

The agent from the information group then switched to a new web page.

It is the urban legend plate of 2CH.

"In recent days, we have continued to reduce the public's attention and recognition of the Rip Girl by forging a large number of cosplay photos of the Rip Girl on the Internet, manipulating high-level accounts to post, using ordinary accounts to guide public opinion, and exposing lace news such as the derailment of consortium executives and the multi-person movement of a celebrity, and it is expected to achieve the best effect of public opinion suppression in the next three days......"

Looking at the information on the screen, Mochizuki Ayano was silent for a while and asked, "Is there still no progress in the change of the administrator privileges of the Urban Legends section?" ”

Hearing this, the man representing the information group shook his head helplessly.

The IBM 700 is an eternal pain in the hearts of all the technicians in the information group, who think highly of themselves.

"Okay, then, let me focus on the key ...... of this operation."

Mochizuki Ayano skipped the depressing topic and clapped her hands.

At this time, an old man with gray hair and high spirits pushed the door directly into the conference room.

Seeing the old man come in, Mochizuki Ayano and the people around him all stood up and bowed respectfully.

"Mr. Tokimoto, you're late again."

In Mochizuki Ayano's words, there is no meaning to complain, but there are mostly coquettish elements.

Because this old man is the current president of the Japan Soul Destroyer Association, the one who participated in the sealing of the [Hyakmeki] soul slayer when he was young, and the pioneer who actively promoted the cooperation between various religions and the spirit slayer family and the government, Ichiro Tokimoto.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't sleep all night last night by the Wraith...... Yawn...... After all, you are old, and you young people can't be compared. ”

Ichiro Tokimoto, who was tired with a tired face, yawned unapologetically, and with the support of Ayano Mochizuki, he trembled to the front of the conference table and sat down.