Just when Shinji Kamihara followed the police officers of the Metropolitan Police Department to investigate together.

Special Lessons.

Kohei Kimura was sitting in the section chief's office and had been waiting for three hours.

No matter how good his cultivation is, he is a little angry.

Last night, because the situation was urgent, they called Nishi Honganji Temple in Kyoto directly and asked Nishi Honganji Temple to inform the ronin.

As a result, Nishi Honganji told the special class that the ronin had already returned to the hotel yesterday afternoon.

When they went to the hotel to look for someone, they didn't find each other.

At this moment, the people in the special class were blinded.

Because of the ghost call, the regulators have not used mobile phones recently.

It wasn't until noon today that the ronin called back, and he didn't say the reason, but said that he would arrive in the afternoon.

It turned out to be four or five o'clock in the afternoon, and it hadn't arrived yet.

Knock Knock Knock –

"Please come in."

"Section leader, the transparent scissors have been delivered."

"What about the ronin?"

"The ronin said that he only sent scissors, and how to use them is a matter of special lessons, and as long as he returns them to him afterwards."

Kohei Kimura laughed angrily after hearing this.

If the other regulators were to forget it, but the ronin was cultivated by the special class himself, of course he had to be angry and angry.

As a result, the other party did not give a chance.

"Forget it, get ready to use clear scissors." Saying that, Kimura Yasuhei paused, "Did the sound silence horn be sent to Kama-Kama-saki?" ”

"By noon, it was already delivered."

Kohei Kimura nodded, "If the transparent scissors don't work, then just let the people of the Osaka Special Division use the horn." ”

"Yes."

Thinking of the cost of using the sound to silence the horn, Kimura's cheeks twitched.

Soon, a group of thirteen people came out of the special class.

The group consisted of ten members of the guard, one civilian, one ordinary person who used scissors, and one prisoner.

In addition, above the group, a drone was followed from a high altitude to shoot from above.

It is impossible for an Overseer to follow the past.

After all, if the ghost call is cut out and there is a bad change, then the Overseer will not die in vain if he follows the past?

The group drove away from the headquarters of the Special Section.

Soon, everyone came to a wide area, which was filled with rows of houses.

Seeing this, all the staff were basically silent.

The prisoners, who wanted to speak, were tied up, gagged, and looked terrified.

Apparently, he thought he was going to be shot when he was taken into the wilderness.

But...

He just kidnapped the hostages, and in the end the hostages were also rescued by the Metropolitan Police Department, so he was far from being shot, right?

However, at this time, prisoners have no human rights.

Civilian personnel pick up the key and enter Room One.

These houses are built in special classes and used for trial and error.

In addition to chairs and tables, there are cameras in the room.

Other than that, there is nothing.

"Mr. Gojo, grab the scissors."

The civilian was a middle-aged man in his forties, and his tone was devoid of emotion.

He handed the scissors wrapped in white cloth in his hand to the ordinary person who had signed the death contract.

Mr. Gojo took the white cloth, and he said with a wry smile, "I regret it a little, can I regret it?" ”

However, no one responded to him.

Looking at the members of the guard who surrounded him and the prisoners, Mr. Gojo could only swallow his saliva and show an ugly smile, "Just kidding. ”

He lifted the white cloth and saw nothing.

However, there was indeed a heavy feeling in his hands, and Mr. Gojo was not surprised.

Although he is an ordinary person, what will he do after signing the death contract, the special class has been finished with him.

So, he doesn't want to die now, he wants to see ghosts, he wants to see resentful spirits, and the so-called weird weirdness.

Alas...

Thinking about it, the gleam in Mr. Gojo's eyes dissipated. With a will to die, he knew that he couldn't escape today.

He touched the scissors in his left hand with his right hand, and he quickly realized that the scissors in his hand were shaped like tailor's scissors.

The moment Mr. Gojo grasped the blade of the scissors, he noticed an indescribable change in his eyes.

Those things that used to be transparent had an image in his eyes in an instant.

Suddenly...

An ethereal but oppressive melody sounded.

Mr. Gojo could clearly see that the notes were connected into a line, emerging out of thin air from the inside of a mobile phone.

The black and white notes scrambled in all directions towards the ears of the prisoners in prison uniforms.

This scene is a bit scary.

Looking at the countless notes in front of him forming a thin but solid line, Mr. Gojo took a deep breath.

Cutting this line, which is made up entirely of musical notes, is his task.

Thinking about it, Mr. Gojo didn't wait for the clerical staff to urge, he gritted his teeth and took the scissors to cut the lines that made up the notes in front of him.

Click-

With Mr. Gojo's movements, a crisp sound came from the void.

This sound made the bodies of the people around him tense.

The next moment, a scream came. Not a prisoner, it was issued by Mr. Gojo.

The moment he cut it, Mr. Gojo felt as if he had turned into a piece of muslin.

A pain cut in two by scissors made him can't help but let out a violent wail.

The prisoner who was gagged, looking at the scene in front of him, couldn't help but dilate his pupils, and the whole person was completely stunned.

Mr. Gojo, who was standing in front of him, slowly cracked from the middle of his head. Take the center of the head as the dividing line, all the way up to the thighs.

Smack...

Blood spilled on the ground, and Mr. Gojo's voice came to an abrupt end.

He's dead.

The body and soul are cut in two, and that's the price of using clear scissors.

Although the civilian personnel are used to death, this scene still makes his eyes flash palpitations.

A few seconds later, relieving himself, he fumbled beside Mr. Gojo's corpse, and soon wrapped the scissors in white cloth again.

He stood up and looked at the prisoner.

The melody is cut in two, so can it limit ghost calls?

Thinking like this, the civilian staff suddenly staccato when they heard the gloomy and oppressive melody, as if it were stuck.

A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Useful?!

Connecting notes in a string as transparent scissors truncate from the middle.

A complete song melody becomes incomplete.

An incomplete melody shouldn't kill anyone, right?

Thinking of it this way...

The staccato melody suddenly paused.

Then, it became whole again. The melody of 3 minutes and 35 seconds is completed in one go.

The prisoner in front of him trembled, and he could only fall to his knees because he was tied, his eyes wide.

In the end, death is not blind.

A minute later, Kohei Kimura, who was in the special class, received the message.

He sighed deeply and looked at the middle-aged assistant, "Contact the Osaka Special Section, and directly use the sound to extinguish the horn." ”

"Good!"

"Wait..."Kohei Kimura looked at his assistant, "The think tank has finished discussing what to do after blowing the horn?" ”

"There's already a solution."

"Go ahead."

"Yes."

The middle-aged assistant closed the door gently, and then went to the second floor, where he contacted the Osaka Special Class.

Ten minutes later.

Located in Nishinari Ward, southern of Osaka City, there is a castle within a castle called Kamakamazaki.

It is the largest concentration of temporary manual laborers in Japan.

There are more than 10,000 middle-aged and elderly single people living here who lack security and are waiting for temporary jobs and government relief.

It is also the largest slum in Japan.

Homelessness, poverty and deteriorating health have worsened the lives of the poor in Kamagasaki.

There are dozens of gangs operating in the area, and they are engaged in drug trafficking, gambling, and extortion of relief funds.

Sin and poverty go hand in hand.

Everything here makes the citizens of Osaka keep their mouths shut about the ward.

However, since the ghost call appeared, the people of Kamakamazaki have found that the law and order seems to have improved.

At this time, inside a private house.

A young man holds a trumpet in his hand.

The size is the same as that of a normal horn, and the overall color is deep black with a faint sheen.

The young man closed his eyes and calmed his mind, and he grasped the horn in both hands.

Blow hard.

Strangely, the horn did not make a sound at the moment it was blown. But with the horn as the center, a ripple spreads out.

In just an instant, the entire noisy and noisy city within a city lost its sound in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, everything lost its voice.