Special classes are not an abbreviation of a long name, but just called special classes.
special.
These two words are enough to explain everything.
The gate of the special class is a little deserted, and almost no one comes here during normal times.
Dean's office.
Kimura Yasuhei sat in a chair with his eyes closed and meditative. Day after day, he had been sitting in this position for decades.
Dong Dong Dong…
"Please come in." Kimura Yasuhei slowly opened his eyes.
A middle-aged man in a straight suit walked in through the door. He held two files in his hands and said respectfully, "Search, the two files have been written."
"let it go."
"Yes. Do you have any other instructions?" Seeing the section chief shaking his head, he stepped back slightly, "It's nothing, I'll go out first."
Kimura Yasuhei nodded, and after the middle-aged man went out, he picked up the two files.
Looking at the fresh pen and ink, he browsed carefully.
One file is [Hell Girl].
The murder rules of Hell Girls are written in detail on it.
Name requests, hell communications, resentment conditions, straw men, red threads and more…
All processes are clear and there is no ambiguity.
But this is normal, because Qingzhi and Hongyin have already investigated this clearly.
Of course, there are also some that were exposed by Hell Girls themselves.
After all, the urban legend that originally appeared on the 2h forum explained some rules.
After browsing, Kimura Kohei picked up the second file.
【Sad Dog】
This strange thing was discovered by a special department supervisor when he returned to his hometown to visit.
When the inspector returned home, he found that the entire village had no other expressions on their faces. They were in a sad mood all day long, which was extremely strange.
Even in the middle of the night, there would be faint sounds of crying.
After not sensing that the evil spirit was causing trouble, the supervisor knew that it was a strange incident and immediately reported the incident.
Knowing that it was a strange incident, the Special Division sent a supervisor to cooperate with the supervisor who returned to his hometown and volunteered to join them, and the two of them investigated together.
After several assistants died, and even one supervisor almost got inside, more detailed information was obtained.
The weird one is a native Shiba Inu. Different from the ordinary Shiba Inu, this Shiba Inu has a sad mood all the time.
Just one look at this Shiba Inu will make you fall into sadness.
In the next few days, the infected person became increasingly sad. The sad emotions invaded the mind and body, or they could not bear it anymore and committed suicide in advance due to depression.
Or die of grief after seven days.
After the two supervisors completed their investigation, most of the people in the village were dead.
The only way to resist this murderous rule is to smile.
With a smile, you can resist the weirdness of this sad Shiba Inu.
Now the Shiba Inu has been confined to the village.
After carefully reading these two strange files, Kimura Kohei stood up slowly, as if he had used all his strength.
He supported the table and tried to straighten his back, but unfortunately he couldn't do this simple action.
As if being pressed by something, Kimura Yasuhei hunched his back slightly, picked up the two files, and walked aside very slowly step by step.
Next to him is an indoor elevator.
After slowly entering the elevator, Kimura Yasuhei clicked on his destination.
Negative third floor.
When you arrive at your destination, the voice-activated light automatically turns on.
Kimura Yasuhei was greeted by a white landscape, and in front of him was a moving walkway.
Turning on the switch, the moving walkway opened and he walked up.
You can clearly see that there are smooth and white rooms on the left and right, and there are numbered signs hanging in front of each door.
On the left are the odd numbers one, three, five, seven... and on the right are the even numbers two, four, six, eight...
The distance between each room is quite large.
Kimura Yasuhei stood with a hunched back, holding two files in his hands, closing his eyes and concentrating.
Except for the sound of the moving walkway, the surroundings were silent.
Soon, he reached the deepest part of the third underground floor.
When the moving walkway stopped, he opened his eyes. He didn't look to the left and right, but looked at the door of the room in front of him.
zero.
As if sensing Kimura Yasuhei's arrival, the door in front of him opened automatically.
No fingerprint, iris or DNA verification.
Although he entered this room only a few times, Kimura Kohei did not look around.
There is nothing good to see. Apart from being clean and tidy, there is only a table and a chair in the whole room.
He pulled the chair away, sat down, and looked at the things on the table.
A white paper cup with a small hole at the bottom and a cotton thread tied to it.
The cotton thread is long and thin, half of it protrudes from the small hole, and the other half is completely submerged into the void.
It looks like a half-made microphone.
The world's loudspeaker.
This is what past heads of special courses have called this thing.
Kimura Kohei put the file of "Hell Girl" in his hand on the table. He pushed it gently and touched the paper cup.
The next moment, the handwriting on Hell Girl's file suddenly seemed to come alive.
The handwriting burst out of the paper one by one and flew from the paper.
The black writing quickly soaked into the paper cup and stuck to the inner wall of the paper cup, quickly disappearing.
He looked at the blank space on the file, and then looked at the paper cup that swallowed the writing and then dimly lit it up.
Kimura Yasuhei spoke slowly, "Tell me, what will happen if God devours the Hell Girl?"
The room fell into silence.
Kimura Yasuki waited quietly for about ten seconds. The cotton thread behind the paper cup stretched slightly, and there was a gentle vibration.
The next moment, a strange voice came from the microphone. This voice was not human-like and extremely rigid.
"God's power will grow again."
Hearing this, Kimura Kohei seemed calm. He touched the file on "Sad Dog" in his hand to the paper cup.
When the scene just happened again and the black writing was swallowed up again, he continued to ask, "Tell me, are the number of weird and thinking people in this world more, less, or very few?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Kimura Kohei looked at the microphone and waited quietly.
This time, the ten seconds before the comparison were extremely long, and a full five minutes passed.
It was only when Kimura Yasuhei frowned, feeling vaguely uneasy, that the sound came from the microphone.
"Very few."
Hearing this answer, Kimura Yasuhei breathed a sigh of relief.
Although he wanted to ask more questions, he knew he was running out of questions.
Weird messages from two files, only two questions can be asked.
If the question asked is too in-depth, the microphone may not answer it. Instead, it will directly swallow up the weird information it provides, which is like a meat bun that beats a dog and never comes back.
Kimura Kohei did not stay in the room for long. He left the room, opened the moving walkway, and took the elevator back to the office.
He picked up the phone on his desk.
"At midnight tonight, we will proceed as originally planned."