Suburbs of Tokyo, Special Section.

A special class is not a shortened name for a long list, but a special class.

Special.

These two words are enough to say it all.

The door of the special class is a little deserted, and there are usually no people coming to this place.

Section Chief's Office.

Kohei Kimura sat in a chair with his eyes closed, day after day, he had been sitting in this position for decades.

Knock knock...

"Please come in." Yasuhei Kimura slowly opened his eyes.

Pushing the door in, a middle-aged man in a straight suit held two files in his hand, and said with a respectful expression, "Section Chief, the two materials have been written." ”

"Put it down."

"Yes. Do you have any other commands? Seeing that the section leader shook his head, he retreated slightly, "That's nothing, I'll go out first." ”

Kohei Kimura nodded, and only after the middle-aged man went out did he pick up the two files.

Looking at the fresh pen and ink, he carefully browsed.

One file is [Hell Girl].

The rules for killing hell girls are written in detail on it.

Name requirements, hell communications, resentment conditions, scarecrows, red lines, and more...

All processes are clear and there are no ambiguities.

However, this is normal, because this has already been investigated by the two of them.

Of course, there are also some that are exposed by the hell girl herself.

After all, the urban legend that appeared in the 2ch forum at the beginning illustrates some rules.

After browsing, Kohei Kimura picked up the second file.

【Sad Dog】

This strange thing was discovered by a special section inspector when he returned to his hometown to visit.

When the overseer returned home, he found that the villagers of the entire village had no other expressions on their faces, and they were in a state of grief all day long, which was extremely strange.

Even in the middle of the night, there will be a faint cry.

After not sensing that it was a resentful spirit, the Overseer knew it was a strange incident and immediately reported the incident.

Knowing that it was a strange incident, the Special Division sent an inspector to cooperate with the inspector who returned to his hometown and volunteered to join him, and the two investigated together.

Several assistants died, and even one of the Overseers almost folded inside, before they got more detailed information.

Weird is a Shiba Inu, a dirt dog, and unlike the usual Shiba Inu, this Shiba Inu has sad emotions all the time.

As soon as you see this Shiba Inu, you will fall into sadness.

In the days that followed, the infected became more and more sad. Sad emotions invade the mind and body, or can't stand it, and commit suicide with depression in advance.

Or seven days later, die of grief.

When the two watchdogs finished their investigation, the people in the village were also dead.

And to resist this killing rule is to smile.

With a smile, you can resist this sad Shiba Inu weirdness.

Now the Shiba Inu has been confined to the village.

After carefully reading these two strange files, Kimura Yasushi stood up slowly, as if using all his strength.

He propped up the table, intending to straighten his waist, but unfortunately he couldn't do this simple movement.

As if pressed by something, Kohei Kimura hunched his back slightly and picked up the two files. Step by step, he came to the side very slowly.

Next to him, is an indoor elevator.

After slowly entering the elevator, Kohei Kimura clicked on his destination.

Negative three layers.

When you arrive at your destination, the voice-activated lights turn on automatically.

Kohei Kimura was greeted by a white patch, and in front of him was a moving walkway.

The switch was turned on, the moving walkway turned on, and he walked up.

You can clearly see that there are smooth and white rooms on the left and right, and there are digital signs hanging in front of each door.

On the left are one, three, five, seven... of odd numbers. On the right are two, four, six, eight... of even numbers.

The spacing between the rooms is quite large.

Kohei Kimura stood hunched over, holding two files in his hands, his eyes closed.

Except for the sound of moving walkways, there was silence all around.

Soon, he was in the deepest part of the third basement floor.

When the moving walkway stopped, he opened his eyes, and instead of looking to the left and right, he looked at the door of the room in front of him.

Zero.

As if sensing the arrival of Kohei Kimura, the door in front of him opened automatically.

There is no fingerprint, iris or DNA verification.

Although he didn't enter the door of this room many times, Kohei Kimura didn't look around.

There is nothing to see, except for the cleanliness and tidiness, the whole room is only placed with a table and a chair.

Pulling the chair away, he sat down and looked at the things on the table.

A white paper cup with a small hole in the bottom of the cup tied with a cotton thread.

The cotton thread was slender, half of it protruding from the small hole, and the rest of the half was completely submerged into the void.

It looks like a half-made microphone.

The mouthpiece of the world.

This is the name of this thing by the past generations of directors of the special class.

Kohei Kimura put the file of [Hell Girl] in his hand on the table. With a gentle push, it touched the paper cup.

The next moment, the handwriting on the file of the hell girl suddenly seemed to come to life.

One by one, the handwriting broke out of the paper and flew off the paper.

The black handwriting quickly soaked into the paper cup, pasted on the inner wall of the paper cup, and soon disappeared.

looked at the blank space on the file, and then looked at the paper cup after swallowing up the handwriting.

Yasuhei Kimura spoke slowly, "Tell me, what will happen if the gods devour the hell girl?" ”

There was silence in the room.

Yasushi Kimura waited calmly, for about ten seconds. The cotton thread behind the paper cup was slightly straightened, and there was a gentle vibration.

The next moment, a strange voice came from the microphone, which was not human-like and extremely rigid.

"The power of God will grow again."

Hearing this, Kimura Kohei looked calm, and he touched the file about the [Sad Dog] in his hand to the paper cup.

When that scene happened again, and the black handwriting was engulfed again, he continued to ask, "Tell me, is there a lot of weird minds in this world, or are they few, or are they very few?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Kohei Kimura looked at the microphone and waited quietly.

This time the wait was extremely comic, and a full five minutes passed.

It wasn't until Kohei Kimura frowned and felt faintly uneasy in his heart that the voice came from the microphone.

"Very little."

Hearing this answer, Kimura Yasuhei breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Although he still wanted to ask more questions, he also knew that there were no more times.

The strange information of the two files can only ask two questions.

If the depth of the information is too high, there is a chance that the microphone will not answer. Instead, he directly swallowed the strange information he provided, which belonged to the meat bun and beat the dog.

Kohei Kimura didn't stay in the room long, he went out of the room, opened the moving walk, and took the elevator back to the office.

He picked up the phone on his desk.

"Tonight at midnight, as planned."