Just when Shinji Kanbara was investigating with the police officers from the Metropolitan Police Department.
Special classes.
Kimura Yasuhei was sitting in the section chief's office and had been waiting for three hours.
No matter how well-mannered he is, he is still a little angry.
Last night, because the situation was urgent, they directly called Nishi Honganji Temple in Kyoto and asked Nishi Honganji Temple to notify Ronin.
As a result, Nishi Honganji told the special class that 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 time, the people in the special class were blinded.
Because of ghost calls, supervisors have stopped using mobile phones recently.
It wasn't until noon today that Rongyun didn't call back. He didn't say the reason, but said he would arrive in the afternoon.
It turned out that it was already four or five o'clock in the afternoon and it hadn't arrived yet.
Dong dong dong——
"Please come in."
"Search, the transparent scissors have been delivered."
"Where's Ronin?"
"Ronin-sama said that he only sent scissors. How to use them is a matter for special classes. All you have to do is return them to him afterwards."
Kimura Kohei laughed angrily after hearing this.
It would be fine if there were other supervisors, but Ronin was trained by the Special Class himself, so of course he would have to reprimand him severely.
As a result, the other party didn't give me a chance.
"Forget it, let someone prepare to use transparent scissors." Kimura Kohei paused for a moment, "Has the Sound Silencer Horn been sent to Kamamazaki?"
"It was delivered at noon."
Kimura Kohei nodded, "If the transparent scissors don't work, then just let the Osaka Special Class people use the horn."
"yes."
Kimura Yasuhei's cheeks couldn't help but twitch when he thought about the cost of using the sound-silencing horn.
Soon, a group of thirteen people came out of the special class.
The team consists of ten guard members, one civilian, one ordinary person who uses scissors, and one prisoner.
In addition, above the group of people, there was also a drone taking pictures from a high altitude.
It is impossible for the supervisor to follow.
After all, if the ghost calls are cut off and bad changes occur, then wouldn’t it be a waste for the supervisor to follow him?
The group of people drove away from the Special Division headquarters.
Soon, everyone came to a wide place covered with rows of houses.
Seeing this, everyone was basically silent.
The prisoner who wanted to speak was tied up, gagged, and looked frightened.
Apparently, he thought he was being taken to this wilderness to be shot.
But…
He just kidnapped hostages, and in the end the hostages were rescued by the Metropolitan Police. They were far from being shot, right?
However, at this time, prisoners have no human rights.
The clerk picked up the key and entered room one.
These houses were built by special classes and used as a place for trial and error.
In addition to chairs and tables, the room also has cameras with no blind spots.
Other than that, there is nothing.
"Mr. Gojo, hold the scissors."
The clerk was a middle-aged man in his late forties, and his tone of voice was emotionless when he spoke.
He handed the scissors wrapped in white cloth to the ordinary people who signed the death contract.
Mr. Gojo took the white cloth and said with a wry smile, "I regret it a little. Can I go back on my word?"
However, no one responded to him.
Looking at the guard members surrounding him and the prisoners, Mr. Gojo could only swallow, showing an ugly and difficult smile, "Just kidding."
He lifted up the white cloth and saw nothing.
But it did feel heavy in the hand, and Mr. Gojo was not surprised.
Although he is an ordinary person, the special class has already explained to him what to do after signing the death contract.
So, he doesn't want to die now, he wants to see ghosts, resentful spirits, and so-called weird things.
well…
As he thought about it, the bright light in Mr. Gojo's eyes dissipated. He was determined to die, knowing that he could not escape today.
He touched the scissors in his left hand with his right hand and grasped it slightly. He soon realized that the shape of the scissors in his hand was similar to tailor's scissors.
The moment Mr. Gojo held the blade of the scissors, he noticed an indescribable change in his eyes.
Things that used to be transparent suddenly took shape in his eyes.
Sudden…
An ethereal but depressing melody sounded.
Mr. Gojo could clearly see that the musical notes connected into a line appeared out of thin air from inside a mobile phone.
The black and white notes rushed from all directions towards the ears of the prisoners wearing prison uniforms, rushing to escape.
This scene is a bit scary.
Seeing the countless notes forming a thin but strong line in front of him, Mr. Gojo took a deep breath.
It is his task to cut this line composed entirely of notes.
Thinking of this, Mr. Gojo didn't wait for the clerical staff to urge him. He gritted his teeth and took the scissors to cut out the lines that formed the musical notes in front of him.
Click——
Following Mr. Gojo's movements, a crisp sound came from the void.
This sound made the people around him tense up.
The next moment, a scream came. It was not from the prisoner, but from Mr. Gojo.
The moment he cut it, Mr. Gojo felt as if his whole body had turned into a piece of fine cloth.
The pain of being cut into two pieces by scissors made him scream violently.
The gagged prisoner's pupils couldn't help but dilate when he saw the scene in front of him, and he was completely stunned.
Mr. Gojo stood in front of him. Starting from the middle of his head, he slowly split open. Taking the center of his head as the dividing line, it went all the way to his thighs.
snap…
Blood and internal organs were scattered all over the floor, and Mr. Gojo's voice suddenly stopped.
he died.
The body and soul are cut into two pieces, which is the price of using transparent scissors.
Although the civilian employee was used to death, this scene still made his eyes flash with palpitations.
After a few seconds, he calmed down and fumbled around Mr. Gojo's body, and quickly wrapped the scissors in white cloth again.
He stood up and looked at the prisoner.
The melody was cut into two parts, so can ghost calls be restrained?
Thinking like this, the civilian staff heard that dark and depressing melody suddenly started to intermittent, as if it was stuck.
A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.
it works?!
A string of notes, cut in the middle by transparent scissors.
A complete song melody becomes incomplete.
An incomplete melody shouldn't be able to kill people, right?
Thinking of this...
Intermittent melody, sudden pause.
Then, it became complete again. The melody of 3 minutes and 35 seconds was completed in one go.
The prisoner in front of him was shaking all over. Because he was tied, he could only kneel on the ground, his eyes wide open.
In the end, I will never die with my eyes in peace.
A minute later, Kimura Kohei, who was in the special class, received the news.
He sighed deeply and looked at the middle-aged assistant, "Contact Osaka Special Section and use the sound silencing horn directly."
"good!"
"Wait a minute..." Kimura Kohei looked at his assistant, "Has the think tank already discussed what to do next after blowing the horn?"
"There is already a solution."
"Go ahead."
"yes."
The middle-aged assistant closed the door gently and then came to the second floor. He contacted the Osaka Special Class.
ten minutes later.
Located in Nishinari District, southern Osaka City, there is a city within a city called Kamamazaki.
This is the largest gathering place for temporary manual workers 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.
This is also the largest slum in Japan.
Homelessness, poverty and deteriorating health have made the lives of the poor in Kamagasaki worse and worse.
There are dozens of gangs operating here, and they are engaged in drug trafficking, gambling, extorting relief funds and other activities.
Sin and poverty go hand in hand.
Everything here makes Osaka citizens shut up about this area.
However, since the ghost calls appeared, the people of Kamamazaki found that the security seemed to have improved.
At this time, inside a private house.
A young man holds a horn in his hand.
The size is the same as that of an ordinary horn, and the overall shape is deep black with a bright luster.
The young man closed his eyes and calmed his mind, holding the horn with both hands.
Blow hard.
The strange thing is that the horn did not make any sound when it was blown. However, a ripple spread out from the horn.
In just an instant, the entire noisy city within a city lost its voice in the blink of an eye.