[I am a novelist who is obsessed with the grotesque and the terrifying. 】

[I live alone in a crumbling house, writing absurd stories day after day. 】

[When the sun sets, the sky is like a hellish sea of blood, and I stand in front of the window, and I can clearly hear the painful groans of the dying in it. 】

[The gutter in front of the house changes color every day, like a flowing river of hell, glowing with a terrible neon glow. 】

[Red like blood, green like pus, yellow like bile......]

[The noise of the factory mixed with the echo of the earth, wafting in the sky, and the stench of the air smelled like a giant beast gagging]

Gradually, I realized that I might not be living on earth, but in hell. 】

And on the other side, the No. 3 Prison of Antgawa City.

Through the glass of the interview room, the man with the pen name 'Masao Tsubakiyama' in the outside world put down the book in his hand, clamped it with a bookmark, and suddenly muttered in a low voice, not knowing who he was asking, "Am I crazy?" Or is this what the world is? ”

Right in the next moment.

With a creak, the door to the interview room was pushed open.

The prison guard, who had obviously collected a lot of money, walked in happily, and then he introduced the tall man who had followed him into the interview room to Masao Tsukiyama.

"Tsukiyama-kun, this is Mr. Ishiizaki from Rashi Pharmaceutical, he has been operating a lot outside, so he has a chance to come in to find you, and he really wants to meet you, a great writer."

Masao Tsubakiyama raised his head to look at the strange tall man behind the prison guard, and said, "I don't seem to know anyone with the surname Ishii in my impression. ”

"Maybe it's your fan book lover again?"

The prison guard joked, he was no stranger to this situation, because when Masao Tsubakiyama was transferred from the prison in Kyoto to the No. 3 Prison in Antgawa City, many people had already come in to look for him, and the prison guards themselves made a lot of money in the process.

"For the sake of the great writer, you are about to be released from prison, this time I will stay here and not disturb your conversation, don't forget that you will have a chance to pull your brother when you go out in the future."

The prison guard turned around and left Masao Tsubakiyama and the tall man who claimed to be Ishiizaki in the interview room to talk.

Crunch.

The door was closed again.

"I've finally met you, Mr. Tsukiyama."

In the interview room, the unusually tall man took off his sunglasses and put them in the breast pocket of his shirt, revealing his eyes, and the unusual color of his eyes that only people like him could see.

"Hello, let me introduce myself again, I am a member of the cadre of the religious group Kazukai, Ishiizaki, in order to find you, it took a lot of effort for our people to dig out the location where you are now being held and imprisoned from the minds of some people."

As if remembering the other party's previous words, he walked to the table and stretched out his big knuckled hand to Masao Tsumiyama, who was silent, and his voice was gentle and sincere: "Okay, now we know each other, friend...... No, the same kind. ”

Raising his head, Masao Tokiyama's dark blue eyes, which were as gloomy as the sea, and the two points of cruel blood red embedded in the huge shadows that fell from his face, looked at each other.

Cracking sound.

There was lightning outside the window.

I don't know when, the rain is like a tide.

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"Alright, the previous one in the interview room is gone, and it's up to the two of you."

Just as the raindrops were already beating on the glass, in the No. 3 Prison of Antgawa City, the two people who had been in the waiting room for a while finally heard the announcement of the prison guards.

Reiko Arakawa hurriedly got up, and Rosetta also put down the book in her hand to pass the time.

"'Sickness'?"

The prison guard who pushed the door open and came in happened to see the name of the book on his desk, and then couldn't help but laugh: "It turns out that the book fan of that great writer is again, and you are the second to come to him today." ”

Again?

Rosetta noticed this detail.

But when he followed the prison guard out of the waiting room, he didn't open his mouth to ask.

In this silence, in the corridor of the prison, a tall man wearing sunglasses greeted him, and Rosetta had just walked out of the waiting room.

"Tired, sleepy...... What a delicious fragrance of neurotransmitters, but it's just a little bit of terrific fear. ”

The moment he passed by a stranger, his instinctive nose fluttered a few times, and he muttered, "No, why is there still a little strange breath in the ......?"

"Friends."

From behind him, Rosetta suddenly heard a soft, sincere voice, followed by a bony palm resting on his shoulder.

"Can you tell me your name?" Ishiizaki's smile seemed as gentle as his voice: "It's a little abrupt, but please agree to my request." ”

At that moment, it was as if some indescribable fear had invaded uncontrollably through the dark feelings.

And in an instant, Rosetta forcibly controlled his demeanor, and turned his head very normally, looking at the guy who suddenly put him on his shoulder as if he was looking at a neuropath.

They looked at each other, but Ishiizaki didn't avoid his gaze in the slightest, and his bony palm was still on the shoulder of the stranger in front of him.

- Just now, from Rosetta's body, he clearly felt a strange feeling as if he was 'of the same kind'.

"Who are you? I don't have any friends like you. ”

At that moment, many thoughts flashed through his mind, and he was obviously feeling fear in his body, but Rosetta strangely calmed down, like a passerby who was suddenly stopped, showing just the right amount of dissatisfaction.

"My name is Ishiizaki."

Although he didn't get an answer from Rosetta, the other party's smile was still gentle and warm, and at this distance, he only moved the wing of his nose slightly, and the 'taste' belonging to the brain of the person in front of him had been quickly recorded by him.

After getting what he wanted, he immediately let go of his palm, and then said sincerely and firmly: "It's okay, it doesn't matter if you don't know me now, but since we have a relationship, then I think we will definitely become 'good friends' in the future." ”

Hearing the words 'good friend' he uttered, Rosetta vaguely felt a strong malice rushing to his face, causing the look on his face to be even more unhappy, and pulled Reiko Arakawa's hand, and motioned for her to leave quickly, looking like she didn't want to be entangled by this unknown guy.

"If it's okay, we'll go first."

Hearing Rosetta's words before leaving, looking at his distant back, Ishiizaki shrugged his shoulders indifferently, then raised his hand, his nose fluttering. But in his scarlet eyes under his sunglasses, a look of doubt flashed.

Among the scents of the neurotransmitters secreted by his brain, he could easily find the 'fears' that he was most familiar with, but to his surprise, some of the unusual scents he had accidentally smelled from Rosetta when he had passed by had disappeared in an instant, as if the sensation was just his nervousness and overreaction.

What the hell was so strange about that guy just now?

Forget it, I'm too lazy to ask for verification, so let's just kill it.

Shaking his head, he reached into his trouser pocket and easily made a decision that was related to a person's life, and just after leaving the prison range, Ishiizaki casually dialed a number.

"On the way to the mission, I just met a friend who had a good chat, and he smelled like this...... I think he probably has, just in case, you can find a way to clean him up directly. ”

Soon, hearing the reply from the other side of the phone, Ishiizaki made a non-standard cross on his chest, and smiled gently and sincerely.

“AMEN。”

He said.