Ding Dong –

When the doorbell rang, the conversation between Shinji Kamihara and Pheasant came to an abrupt end.

The atmosphere in the mobile phone where the two of them were talking quite pleasantly also became solemn and sticky.

Especially Shinji Kamihara, who was short of breath.

The last thing he wanted to hear now was the ringing of the doorbell, which for him was a sign of asking for his life.

Shinji Kamihara raised his head and looked out the door.

Just now because he gave the gift box to Mr. Matsuuchi, he thought he was avoiding death, so he closed the door directly.

Because, he didn't want to see Mr. Matsuuchi walking around in front of his eyes.

But now, although he can't see the door, he knows that it is definitely Mr. Matsuuchi.

Really...

The fact that the other party was able to get out of the restrictions of the Kyoto special class was not because of the negligence of the special class.

Rather, there are other crucial reasons.

For some reason, a scene suddenly flashed in his mind.

That's when he contained the weirdness of 'it's your turn', and he was surprised that the other party had grown taller.

However, the other party's ability has not changed, so he didn't think much about it.

Now it seems that the wild weirdness of this world can gradually become stronger?

Click.

The sound of the doorknob spinning.

The door was opened.

Mr. Matsuuchi, who was standing outside the door, looked at Shinji Kamihara with a smile, he was not in a hurry, like a kind neighbor.

"Kamihara-san, can you lend me your soul?"

Soul?!

Hearing this, Shinji Kamihara was stunned.

According to what Pheasant just said, Mr. Matsuuchi, a bad neighbor, will only borrow things nine times, and the heart is the last time.

But now...

The 10th?

And in the hotel, the pheasant's heart jumped when he heard this through his mobile phone, and his tone was shocked, and his voice murmured inaudibly, "Rules..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard Shinji Kamihara's painful voice on his phone. The violent trembling that came from the violent inhalation made his heart palpitate.

Soon, there was a snapping sound in the phone, and the sound was lost in an instant, and there was no sound.

The pheasant didn't hang up, he picked up another phone and reported the incident to the special section.

Then he waited in silence...

A minute later, Shinji Kamihara's voice came from his phone, "Pheasant... Are you there? ”

"I'm here." The pheasant spoke softly, "You... How's it going? Are you okay? ”

Shinji Kamihara's voice trembled a little abnormally. The pain was so contagious.

Through the voice, he seemed to empathize, with a soul-like tingle.

"No... What the. ”

Shinji Kamihara wanted to laugh and ease the atmosphere, but he couldn't laugh at all.

At this time, his face was pale, and the sweat on his forehead was like water, completely wetting his clothes and pants.

He wanted to speak calmly, but he couldn't. Not only the voice, but his body couldn't restrain its tremors, spasmodic and convulsive.

It's not fear.

It's the painful sequelae that the soul has just been dragged out of the body and torn apart.

Or...

It's fear, but it's not a mental level. It was the instinctive fear of pain in his body and soul.

"You... The rules just said... What the? Shinji Kamihara's lips were pale, and he trembled uncontrollably when he opened his mouth, and his voice was a little slurred, "I... Didn't hear clearly. ”

Just before he died, although the pheasant's voice was soft, he still heard the other party say a rule...

He knew that the other party must know something.

"Rule completion."

The pheasant didn't reassure, because time was running out right now, and he knew it wasn't the time to waste time by small talk.

He spoke in a solemn tone.

"In China, in addition to special classes, there is also an organization called the Joint Research Association, which is also an official organization. You can think of the joint research institute as a research institute under a special class. ”

"After the president of the previous joint research association attended the international conference, he came to the special class to discuss some things."

"In it, he mentions weird rules issues."

"The weirdness of having complete rules for killing is the most desperate," he said.

"Every weirdness is the embodiment of rules. The rules are constant and unsolvable. How can there be a hole to drill? ”

"The reason why we humans have been able to find a way to avoid death is because these weird rules of killing are not complete."

"So..."Shinji Kamihara finally realized at this moment, "The reason why weirdness kills people is to use humans as nourishment, improve themselves, and complete the rules?" ”

"That's right." The pheasant said solemnly, "This evil neighbor obviously completed the details of the rules once, so he walked out of the restrictions again. ”

"At the beginning..."

Shinji Kamihara clenched his phone tightly because of the profuse sweat. He was a little dehydrated, his throat was dry, and his voice was a little harsh.

He pursed his pale lips, coughed lightly, and asked, "How did the Kyoto Special Class restrict this evil neighbor in the first place. ”

Now that the original method of avoiding death has lost its effect, he must find a new way.

Before that, it is natural to understand the restrictions of the previous Kyoto special classes as a reference.

Because according to what Pheasant just said, the weird rules will not change in general. But many details will be completed until the rules are complete.

Hearing the inquiry, the pheasant swept the information in his mind, sorted it out, and retold it directly.

"In the Kyoto Special Division, there is a rule item called the Seal of Replication and Splitting."

"Take that seal and put it on the person's body. You can make a hundred copies of the exact same body. ”

"In addition to this, the soul will be split into a hundred parts and merged into the body."

"However, the soul is divided into a hundred, and there is only a weak mind, and it cannot control the body, so it can only act according to instinct. So those clones, they're the walking dead. ”

"The Kyoto Special Division uses this regular item and confines it to a single building. Every once in a while, after the evil neighbor is about to kill the clone, another person will be found to seal and split a hundred people. ”

"And so on."

The pheasant spoke very quickly, and he knew that time was running out.

However...

After speaking, the pheasant fell into deep contemplation.

Not only him, but Shinji Kamihara is the same.

Because it seems that Mr. Matsunai's killing rules have not changed.

The other party still lives in an apartment, becomes a neighbor of all the residents of a building, and then kills people.

So logically, considering it in normal thinking, the copy and division seal should still be able to restrain the evil neighbor.

"This..."The pheasant was a little puzzled, and frowned, "How did this evil neighbor come out." ”

And at this time, Shinji Kamihara sensed something, and he looked out the door. Mr. Matsuuchi passed by his door and walked again to Room 2003.

After killing Mrs. Tanaka is dead, the other party's target naturally becomes Mr. Tanaka.

Until 2003, there was no one in the room, and every other person had to be killed during this period.

It didn't take long for Mr. Matsuuchi to pass by with a smile on his face.

Shinji Kamihara stared at the other party tightly, and soon his gaze turned to the still pulsating heart in Mr. Matsuuchi's hand.

After a while, there was a soft closing of the door, and Mr. Matsuuchi returned to his room.

At this moment, Shinji Kamihara thought of something, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"I see."

"Did you figure it out? What is the reason? ”

"Soul."