Tokyo: The evil god doesn't want to be the top star

Chapter 14 Victim

"He wrote the lyrics and composed the music all by himself, and produced a song like this. If this 'Xia Fan' is really a newcomer, then he is really an incredible monster."

"If there are no more decent works later, this song should have a chance to enter the top three this year."

Remembering the name "Xiafan", Jinguji picked up the unfinished fried chicken and stood up silently.

In the past two days, in order to investigate the series of "abnormal deaths in the toilet", she has stepped up her "paranormal investigation".

After resting for a while at the convenience store, it’s time to continue the night patrol.

At the same time, on the sidewalk outside the French window, a tall young man, huddled in a black coat, hurried past.

"Ok?"

When I walked to Jinguji outside the convenience store, I seemed to realize something.

She looked vigilantly in the direction where the young man came from, with a blue light surging in her eyes.

A few seconds later, a slender figure with long hair covering her face and a fluttering white skirt appeared from the end of the sidewalk.

"I was saying, I seem to sense foul air, it's really an evil spirit..."

Faced with the figure that seemed real and unreal, Jinguji felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy and reached his hand inside his coat.

All things have spirits, and there are gods everywhere.

Normally, after a creature dies, its soul will dissipate in a short period of time. But if the obsession is too strong and it absorbs the foul air between heaven and earth, an evil spirit will be born.

"Use the light of Amaterasu to burn all the evil in the world!"

Jinguji picked up the triangular folded talisman paper with his fingertips and spun it out like a dart, hitting the evil spirit in the face with a burning flame!

The seemingly intense flames were only enough to lift up the other person's long, jet-black hair, revealing a face that looked as if it had been patched countless times.

"Want... want paper?"

Being attacked by surprise on the way, the evil spirit gave Jinguji an eerie smile, and the broken flesh and skin rolled across his face like waves, and his twisted arms held up a roll of bloodstained toilet paper.

The long black hair hung down to the ground, covering the sky like a tide.

"Finally found you, toilet paper girl..."

After hearing this question, Jinguji had the answer in his heart.

"The foul aura is so dense that it is already turning into a 'wild god'. I guess in addition to reaping human lives, those 'urban legends' on the Internet also helped a lot."

Looking at the gray mixed in with the black "filthy air" on the evil spirit, she frowned slightly.

It has been said since ancient times that evil spirits are the gathering of obsessions and can become stronger by killing people. In essence, this is to rob people of their extreme fear before death and strengthen their own obsession.

The fear that "ghost stories" spread on the Internet and by word of mouth cause in readers will also be fed back to the evil spirits.

These "fears" to some extent possess a power comparable to that of faith, and can transform evil spirits into powerful beings called "wild gods".

"What a mistake. I didn't expect to find the 'real boss' so quickly. I didn't bring all the equipment with me."

Looking at the black hair that was getting closer and closer, Jinguji picked up eight talismans with his fingertips and was ready for battle.

After patrolling for several days and nights without any results, she decided to "go light" today.

However, he did not expect that the strength of this "toilet paper girl" was beyond his imagination, and the "exorcism talisman" on him might not be enough to purify her.

When the battle was about to break out, the evil spirit suddenly turned around and looked towards the end of the sidewalk with a lost look...

Then, a white shadow of the "toilet paper girl" flashed, and she disappeared from the spot with her flowing black hair that was filled with foul air.

"She left... why... I know... she must have set her sights on the man who just passed by!"

After a brief pause, Jinguji suddenly came to his senses and dialed a phone number. "Inspector Higurashi, my current location is... Please help me retrieve the surveillance footage from the surrounding intersections and find someone..."

"I don't know his appearance clearly, but he's a male, not very old, about 1.8 meters tall, with a standard body... He seems to live nearby..."

Evil spirits are beings with concentrated obsessions and behavioral logic like those of mental patients. It is impossible to predict when they will appear or when they will take action. However, most of them are very "paranoid" and once they set their sights on a target, it is difficult for them to change easily.

Just now, the "victim" she was targeting must have left the sensing range, so the toilet paper girl gave up fighting with herself and left in a hurry.

The victim must be found before the "Toilet Paper Lady" takes action.

……

The next day, early in the morning.

"Hey, did you listen to the new song that was released last night?"

"Of course, I stayed up most of the night to listen to it as soon as it went online."

"I accidentally fell asleep yesterday. Which songs do you think are good? Please recommend some to me."

"I took notes. PPAP, Please Marry Your Daughter to Me, Thousand Ways to Flirt with Men, Don't Want to Leave the Bed, and Sakura are at the top of my 'personal ranking'."

In the lecture hall of the Tokyo University of the Arts' Department of Music, today's pre-class preparation time was ten times more lively than usual.

For music students, the songs from the annual Tokyo Music Newcomer Awards are the best subjects for study and research, and naturally spark heated discussions.

Xia Fan sat in the corner of the first row, silently flipping through a book called "A Brief History of Music in District 11".

As a top student who aspires to monopolize free dormitories and scholarships, the few days of classes he missed are more worthy of attention than a certain song chart.

[Faith value +1...Faith value +1...Faith value +1...Current accumulated faith value is 614]

Moreover, judging from the fact that his faith value had nearly doubled after waking up from a good sleep, he probably knew that the response to "Sakura" should be good.

A girl with a single braided pigtail, black-framed glasses, and a neat uniform, holding a stack of information, stopped in front of him.

"Student Xia Fan, book knowledge is important, but as an excellent student in our music department, you must also always pay attention to market trends."

Her voice is very special, gentle yet concealing a girl's liveliness, and with a low, hoarse magnetism.

"Team Leader Horie Tsubasa?"

Xia Fan raised his head, and the first thing that caught his eye was the majestic chest wrapped in a white shirt.

"It's not polite to recognize someone by anything other than their face."

The girl named "Horiie Tsubasa" hugged the documents in her hand to her chest and took a step back.

She had fair skin, a tall figure, small features, and her blue eyes behind black-framed glasses stared at Xia Fan with a half-smile.

"No, I recognized it from the voice. Besides, you're probably the only one who still wears a uniform in college."

"It's also impolite to lie."

Xia Fan raised his eyes and explained seriously, but the girl in front of him obviously didn't believe him.

In this age where all information such as course selection, exams, homework, etc. is sent via email, if you don’t join organizations such as student unions, clubs, and interest groups, your relationships with classmates will be as dull as boiled water.

Horie Tsubasa, whose glasses cannot hide her pretty face and whose uniform cannot cover up her hot body, is Xia Fan's classmate in high school. They happened to be admitted to the same class in the same university, making her the most familiar person in the school.

Whether in high school or college, she was naturally elected as the class monitor by her classmates because of her exquisite appearance, broad mind, considerate personality and excellent grades. Xia Fan privately called her "the monitor among monitors".

"You... forget it... all the new songs from the Tokyo Newcomer Music Awards are in here. I'll lend them to you for reference."

Looking into Xia Fan's gem-like pupils, Horie Tsubasa blushed slightly and handed over an IPOD.

(End of this chapter)