At this time, the lights at the Tokyo headquarters of the Special Division were brightly lit, and the sound of cars stopping could be heard.
Soon, dozens of people appeared at the deserted door.
After Amano got out of the car, he tightened his clothes. Several bodyguards wanted to follow him, but he stopped them all.
Compared to other people who looked tired when they got off the bus, Amano Kanade was in high spirits.
After all, he is young and full of energy.
"Hinata-sama." Amano Kanou saw the person getting off the car next to him and hurriedly greeted him.
Hinata is the oldest person in the think tank and has been in the think tank for more than twenty years.
Although the older a person gets, the slower they react and the more scattered their thinking. It can be seen that they are more weird and have accumulated rich experience, and many times they can provide sharp opinions.
"Zoujun." Hinata smiled. As he was getting older, he was woken up in the middle of the night and seemed to be in low spirits.
When other people from the think tank met, they also greeted each other.
Soon, twelve people arrived in the conference room.
As soon as they entered, everyone subconsciously frowned.
The clean and spacious conference room is filled with smoke.
"Everyone is here."
Kimura Yasuhei, who was sitting in the first place, was holding a slender pipe and saw everyone's expressions. He stood up tremblingly and opened the window next to him to let the smoke disperse.
"Professor!"
Everyone said hello and felt shocked when they saw this.
Especially Hinata's face was serious.
Because Section Chief Kimura quit smoking ten years ago, he has not seen the other party pick up a pipe in ten years.
But now is not the time to ask.
When the twelve people were sitting in their respective positions, a group of uniformed medical staff came outside the door.
Each one of them was holding a blood-drawing instrument and looked reserved. The twelve people in the think tank rolled up their sleeves skillfully.
When Amano saw Hinata also rolling up his sleeves, he said directly, "Hinata-sama, please stop whipping me."
Some other people who wanted to speak fell silent after hearing this.
Hearing this, Hinata paused, but did not refuse. He smiled and said, "Thank you very much, Mr. Zuo."
The lives of the twelve people in the think tank are connected together, and the blood in their bodies is assimilated.
Pour their blood into twelve different cups and it will only detect that it is the blood of the same person.
If one person dies, the other eleven people will also die instantly. Therefore, Hinata's physical problems are what the other eleven people have been paying attention to.
After all, he is the oldest, and Hinata knows this very well, so he never refuses everyone's kindness.
After a total of 2,400cc of blood from the eleven people was drawn, an assistant entered the conference room carrying a dark red laptop.
The assistant placed the computer on the table and opened the lid. He could clearly see that instead of the power button, there was a dark hole that led to nowhere.
The assistant lifted the cup filled with blood and slowly poured it into the hole.
When 2400cc of blood was poured in, the dark red laptop automatically turned on.
Seeing this, the assistant placed the computer, lowered his head slightly, and said, "Professor, it's on."
Kimura Kohei nodded, and his assistant respectfully left and closed the door of the conference room.
Kimura Kohei put down the pipe in his hand and controlled the computer.
After turning on the computer, the interface is completely black.
There is only a hard drive with a dim light on the computer desktop.
The name is…
Memory hard drive.
Open the hard drive and there will be many folders inside.
He clicked on one of the folders, and inside there were twelve folders with names, as well as twelve 'complete memory files' with names prefixed.
He dragged these 'complete memory files' into folders with their own names.
When the twelve files were dragged, Kimura Kohei looked up at the twelve people in the think tank.
After about a minute, everyone opened their eyes.
At first, they didn't know why the class principal called them to come to the special class at three in the middle of the night, so they were all confused.
Now his eyes are clear, and thinking of Section Chief Kimura's expression just now, everyone has a solemn look.
Especially Amano Kanade, as a young man, he has an active mind and reacts quickly.
"Chief, did something happen to 'God'?"
This question made everyone look to Kimura Kohei.
"right."
Kimura Yasuhei sighed slightly, and he explained what had just happened.
I originally thought that 'god' had killed the hell girl.
As a result, when he left the sacred mountain and prepared to go back, he got the news.
You can continue to browse the Hell Communication website.
Not only that, Hell Communications, which was originally only available in Tokyo, is now available throughout Japan.
There have even been cases of sudden death in some areas.
This made him, who had always been uncompromising, unable to help but feel a little anxious. He even picked up a pipe and started smoking cigarettes that he had quit smoking for ten years.
The 'god' killed Hell Girl and became a little stronger. But Hell Girl didn't die either, and the killing area was expanded to include all of Japan?
Or is it that his actions angered Hell Girl?
Yes, in Kimura Kohei's view, maybe he angered Hell Girl. This made Hell Girl cover the whole of Japan with murder rules.
certainly…
There is another possibility.
"Hell Girl has two kinds of rules?" Hinata's eyes narrowed after hearing this, "After resurrecting from the dead, her killing rules will cover a wider area?"
"Then this is too unsolvable, isn't it?"
"Maybe it's not unsolvable. In fact, the law of Hell Girl can be cracked. It's just that we know too little information."
"It might just be Hell Girl's simple revenge. Don't forget that the other party has emotions and thinking."
"According to what the section chief said, Hell Girl should have seen God and then died once." Amano sorted out his thoughts, and he seemed to have grasped the key, "But God has a rule, that is, you will die if you imagine it."
"Since Hell Girl saw God and died. This means that Hell Girl cannot resist God, so how can she continue to live?"
After hearing this, everyone calmed down and thought about it, and felt that it made sense.
Why do the people in the think tank make a copy of the memory on the hard drive and then delete it every time they leave the meeting room?
It's because 'God' has a rule, imagination means death.
God has an image, but it is limited to the sacred mountain.
Therefore, no one knows what form God exists in the world. They only know that these rules have been summed up by countless predecessors in their lives.
If they knew God's murder rule, they would not be able to restrain themselves from thinking about it. They may be able to restrain their thoughts on the surface, but they cannot restrain their subconscious mind.
Even if you have never seen the image of God, if you accidentally imagine it in your mind, you will die the moment you imagine it.
Not to mention that Hell Girl has looked directly at God.
Even if the opponent is resurrected, the hell girl who has thoughts and emotions will die immediately as long as the image of God appears in her mind.
Even decades ago, there was an inspector who made it clear before his death that he didn't want to imagine, but couldn't help it.
This is the horror of this rule: imagination is death.
This is also the reason why their think tank deletes their memories, so that they don’t have any information about ‘God’ in their memory, so as to avoid being tempted to imagine the image of ‘God’.
Of course, there is a precondition for imagining death.
That is, you must clearly know that there is this weird existence of ‘god’ in this world.
"You mean, maybe there are other weird thinking people who helped Hell Girl?"
Although Hinata is old, she has rich experience and a keen sense of smell, and she quickly understood what Amano Kanade meant.
Amano Kanade nodded, and then everyone fell into silence.
This is a bold guess, but it is also the most realistic and... the scariest.
If weirdos unite and help each other, is there a future for humanity?
"Use 'God' to kill the Hell Girl again and let her killing area continue to expand."
At this time, a middle-aged man sitting at the end who was often silent spoke.
His eyes flickered on and off due to the light in the room.