In Yokohama, I used a vest to make up the Saviors

A residential area in downtown Yokohama.

The lights in the corridor were broken, and the property hadn't had time to change it. People were coming and going, so they could only survive by the street lights shining in from the outside.

Keita Takahashi touched the wall and walked upstairs cautiously.

A middle-aged man with a short cut, dressed like an ordinary social animal, wearing old-fashioned black-framed glasses, and under his arm is a high-end computer bag that doesn't match his cheap suit.

After entering the house and turning on the light, Takahashi Keita was relieved and heaved a sigh of relief when the white halo enveloped the whole room.

He lives alone, the eldest son has not married a wife, so he doesn't need to say 'I'm back', and no one answers anyway.

He casually kicked his shoes towards the entrance, sat down on the spot, impatiently took out the laptop, and rubbed his hands expectantly.

This computer was sold by a second-hand dealer. Although it was 100% stolen, Takahashi Keita didn't care.

He doesn't take it out and sell it, but uses it at home, regardless of his origin.

After carefully checking that there was nothing wrong with the appearance of the computer, Keita Takahashi opened the computer.

The computer screen turned on, and what was displayed was the interface shown to him by the second-hand dealer.

User avatar, username, confirm to enter.

The three buttons are arranged one after the other and there is no password.

Keita Takahashi clicked, and the standby interface turned out to be fake, and it directly jumped to the page for entering the password.

He scolded the second-hand dealer, annoyed at his carelessness.

Fortunately, he learned a little programming.

After fiddling for a while, Keita Takahashi wondered, the encryption of this computer is not ordinary, he is a master.

Muttering, he stood up holding the computer, intending to go to his old computer to find a solution.

Suddenly, Takahashi Keita had an idea.

Trying to enter a string of messy usernames.

The computer is turned on.

Keita Takahashi was pleasantly surprised to find that the social account of the original owner of the computer was still on it, and the avatar was a beautiful woman with long maroon curly hair named Kaloy.

He smiled obscenely, and logged into her social software.

[Sub-quest: Kill the abnormal person 'Guai Tan', task reward: number of lottery draws +1]

"Ability user." Otonashi String Music was a little distressed: "Then Funagawa Asaka's ability will be useless."

Is the name 'Ghost Talk'? It sounds like a troublesome criminal.

Yin Wuxian suddenly realized that something was wrong: "Why are all the people with abnormal abilities criminals? They finally got a new life. Can't they hang on?"

If you don't kill someone, you won't be discovered.

Ability users are not items, they have their own thoughts.

Wait, Yinwu Xianle thinks of the ignorant "cat's cub", and the "playwright" who is in a crazy state and cosplays a centipede on the ground after being caught.

Are they really normal humans?

【Ah, I let you discover it again】

[Abnormal abilities came to this world with the task of weakening the cornerstone of the world, that is, killing them. If they don’t kill people, they will die]

Yin Wuxian was speechless: "Aren't you a bit ashamed of the word 'system'?"

The system said solemnly: [All the things about the system, world consciousness, and abnormalities are usually answered only after you ask the system]

The corners of Yin Wuxian's mouth twitched, a little worried: "It's too cumbersome to go to the police station to search for strange cases to find people with abnormal abilities, and we can't just wait for coincidences every time..."

Should he find some time to visit the official?

It would be great if we could use some tool people to help find the case.

At this time, the door was pushed open.

Alluka was holding a doll rabbit, and poked her head out of the door. Her black hair was braided and hanging in front of the door frame. The boy said softly, "Brother, Nanika is hungry."

Sound without strings is a bit difficult.

When he was the leader of the organization, Nanika was hungry, so he just went out to kill people, but now...

He spoke softly, looking at the child who seemed uncomfortable and listless: "Wait a minute, I'll ask the Son of God to pick you up."

"Aluka hates the Son of God..." Alluka pouted, as if she'd rather starve to death than see the Son of God.

"The killer?"

"Can't it be my brother?" Alluka was a little disappointed: "Nanika said that she doesn't like this world."

My brother is busy every day, so he won't take her hunting like before.

Yin Wuxian smiled and said softly, "They are all brothers."

Yalujia was stunned for a moment, understood Yin Wuxian's meaning, and nodded obediently: "Okay."

Ango Sakaguchi sighed.

Leaning against the rusted wall, he glanced at his hands whose fingerprints were about to be wiped clean, with a sad expression on his face.

Directly in front of him, the special agents of the Supernatural Secret Service Division were busy collecting corpses wrapped in rose bushes and driving back the residents of Radium Bowl Street approaching with guns. In short, they were very busy.

Ms. Harada, who was dressed as a samurai and chewed bubble gum, came over and reported the investigation that still yielded nothing. Then, looking at Ango Sakaguchi, she asked, "Mr. Sakaguchi, do you still want to investigate nearby?"

Sakaguchi Ango nodded.

"But haven't all the hounds withdrew? Anyway, there is no trace of him." Harada complained: "Thanks to him, the law and order have improved a lot. Anyway, murderers kill evil people."

"Do you know how many people he killed? The corpses he found were all villains, but do you know if he used supernatural powers to kill innocent people?" Ango Sakaguchi scolded seriously: "No matter who it is, the judge should be the law." .”

Human life is not a number, and no one has the right to skip legal trials.

Harada wanted to say, but this is Radium Bowl Street, a place where all kinds of religions and filth are hidden, but seeing that the boss's eyes are black and blue, and his face is tired from not resting for a few days, but he still insists on it, he dare not refute .

Ango Sakaguchi is such a person. He may feel that Suzumiya is doing the right thing, but he will never agree with him.

"Don't be busy."

A male voice came from above their heads. Ango Sakaguchi looked up, raised his gun neatly, and said in a low voice, "Murderer, what are you doing?"

Liang Gongye stood on the roof, condescending, with his back to the light, his expression was indifferent, without any panic of being pointed at by a gun: "Didn't you guys have been looking for me?"

As he said that, he wiped away the blood stain left on his neck, and seeing Ango Sakaguchi staring at him, he explained impatiently: "Those people below beat me, I walk well, so they insisted on messing with me .”

Ango Sakaguchi was speechless, he reacted for a second, and winked at Harada, and the rest of the subordinates who handled the corpses tacitly surrounded Suzumiya Ye.

Suzumiya glanced in the direction of the rash agents with some boredom, raised his hand, and a pencil-thin seedling grew out of his fingertips, shaking vigorously: "Guns are useless to me, don't mess with me, I don't want to Kill anyone."

Ango Sakaguchi immediately stopped his subordinates, but he did not put down his gun, and looked at Suzumiya: "What do you want from me?"

Suzumiya's crime is unforgivable, but he will appear here, obviously with a purpose.

The first thing to do is to inquire about the information.

The seedlings on Suzumiya's fingertips grew rapidly, and bright red flowers bloomed. He randomly picked off a few petals and rubbed them on his neck. The large scratches were smooth immediately: "Master wants to talk to the government, choose a day."

Ango Sakaguchi looked serious, and he tentatively said: "Can you be more specific? For example, why did the leader seek cooperation?"

"It's too troublesome to find people with abnormal abilities, and the efficiency is low." After treating the wound on his neck, Suzumiya pulled out the seedlings at his fingertips, and the roots of the plants were thrown to the ground along with the blood. The moment they landed, they turned into wrists The thick and thin vines and the falling blood also turned into seedlings, and many swaying roses grew on the roof.

But he didn't move at all, and his brows didn't even frown. There was even a trace of joy in his blood-red eyes: "The master said that he hopes to give us the convenience to find the local cases in Yokohama, so that we can deal with those messy supernatural beings."

Liang Gongye raised his eyes: "It doesn't matter if you don't agree, let the canary rummage slowly, the delay and how many people die have nothing to do with the owner."

Ango Sakaguchi looked at the roses, shocked in his heart, but maintained a calm face: "If you want to discuss, will your leader appear in person?"

Suzumiya said as a matter of course: "No."

Ango Sakaguchi frowned: "Which member is that?"

"Son of God."

When Suzumiya said that name, there was obvious disgust in his tone.

Ango Sakaguchi narrowed his eyes: "Understood, tomorrow is the time, is that okay? We will send someone to pick you up at the fountain of the Yokohama City Building."

Think about Funagawa Asaka's attitude towards other colleagues, and what Nakahara Chuya provided, Miko called Suzumiya "that useless dog". Is it a tradition that members of this organization hate each other?

Or is it the method of the leader?

A bell rang, and Ango Sakaguchi was startled.

Following the voice, he looked at a girl about ten years old who appeared not far away at some time: "Who is this lady?"

"Aluka is a boy." Aluka had neatly tied long hair and was wearing a woman's red and green priestess costume. He had an innocent and pure smile on his face. He didn't pay much attention to Ango Sakaguchi, but looked directly at To Suzumiya on the roof: "Brother, Nanika is full."

Alluka shook the half-palm-sized bell in his hand, showing off in a childlike tone: "This is Alluka's new toy."

After finishing speaking, he raised his head and took a careful look at Suzu Gongye, his eyes turned cold, and murderous aura burst out from his body: "You..." It's not my brother.

"Aluka." Suzumiya interrupted him in time, with a gentle smile on his face. If you ignore the strange rose bushes under his feet, and his title of 'Murderer', he is clearly a gentle college student: "Enough playing, let's go home."

It hurts.

It is said that five fingers connect to the heart, and it hurts to have flowers on the fingertips.....

It takes too much energy to stop Suzumiya's self-mutilation behavior, so during the time when Alluka went hunting, Otonashi simply hung up the phone.

Unexpectedly, his consciousness was less, and Alluka could tell the difference.

Alluka was stunned for a moment, put away his murderous aura, and once again showed a smile that was not in harmony with the world. He nodded seriously: "Well, brother, go home with Alluka and Nanika."

Ango Sakaguchi, who was listening, was at a loss.

elder brother?

The murderer's brother?But it doesn't look like it at all.

If Ya Lujia is the name, the word 'なにか' behind it means... what?No, it seems to be a name, full of.... pets?

When thinking about this, he remained calm, maintaining the standard posture of raising the gun, aiming at Suzumiya.

Aluka settled it here, Suzumiya looked at Ango Sakaguchi, his tone lost his tenderness: "What do you want to do?"

"Your leader said, as long as we can catch you, we can do whatever we want." Ango Sakaguchi gritted his teeth, his knuckles turning white while holding the gun, and the gun was turned towards Alluka. He seemed to have made a lot of determination and stared at Zhuang Gongye: "Please come back with us to accept the investigation."

"Oh?" Suzumiya raised his eyebrows and didn't care at all: "It's up to you."

Ango Sakaguchi was stunned.

He thought of Suzumiya Ye's gentle tone of "let's go home" just now, and seeing that his indifference is not fake, he didn't know how to react for a while.

Isn't it...brother?

"Big brother, is he going to kill Alluka?" Alluka held the bell in his hand, and the bell made a crisp sound. The handsome boy had a childish smile on his face, and when Ango Sakaguchi turned his gaze, he stepped on his feet, His forehead was pressed against the muzzle of his gun, and his round eyes were clean and innocent: "Did Alluka do something wrong?"

He smiled: "Hey, what's the name of the big brother?"

Ango Sakaguchi felt inexplicably that the blood in his body had cooled down. He put down the gun in his hand, and his arms trembled uncontrollably.

Obviously, the one in front of him is just a ten-year-old child, smiling without threat, but he has an inexplicable feeling of fear in the face of the abyss.

will die.

This child is more dangerous than Suzumiya.

Anger him, and they'll all die.

Alluka giggled, with an innocent and harmless smile on his face: "Why does big brother ignore Alluka, does it mean that he doesn't like Alluka?"

"Why is it you again, uncle." Edogawa Ranpo held a chicken breast sandwich in his hand, chewing and chewing like a hamster: "I still like Officer Yasui."

Officer Jipu was a little awkward: "I was wrong last time, detective."

"I want to be called a detective." Edogawa Ranpo was a little dissatisfied, and patted Funagawa Asaka on the shoulder who was drinking milk, almost choking the little girl, but he didn't realize it at all: "I still want to give to Asaka Apologize."

Officer Minura sighed, bowed his head in resignation, "I'm sorry about what happened last time, Miss Asaka."

Funagawa Asaka glanced resentfully at the unconscious Edogawa Ranpo, swallowed the milk in her mouth, and nodded, expressing her acceptance of Officer Minoura's apology.

"Very good." Edogawa Ranpo nodded in satisfaction, and stretched out a hand: "Now, tell me about the shocking case that the famous detective rushed to solve without even finishing breakfast."

Officer Jipu was stunned for a moment, hesitant: "Why don't you finish your meal first and look at the corpse?"

"No need." Edogawa Ranpo swallowed the rest of the sandwich: "Isn't it just a corpse, the famous detective has seen more corpses than you have ever seen."

He really wasn't talking big.

In 12 years, Edogawa Ranpo solved tens of thousands of murder cases.

Something curious I haven't seen.

When the corpse leaked out, Edogawa raised his eyebrows in disorder, but only to the extent of being a little surprised, he licked his lips indifferently: "Interesting, a detective accepts this case!"

"The deceased, Caroline Rowling, American, 23 years old, entered Yokohama for tourism a month ago, and disappeared near Rabo Street a week ago." Officer Jiura glanced at the inhuman body, and a trace of unbearableness flashed in his eyes.

A pile of scattered skeletons lay on a white plastic sheet next to a beige jar from which the skeletons had been poured.

On the side of the skeleton, the only thing that can tell that the deceased was a human being is the skull, which is also pitted and has many traces of corrosion. There is a hollow right above the skull.

Edogawa took off his hat in random steps, put it on his chest, restrained his arrogance: "It's a young lady..."

"He was decapitated and underwent Terpanation (skull drilling surgery) during his lifetime." Asaka Funagawa bit her straw, her emerald green eyes swept across the corpse surrounded by several police officers for evidence collection, very calmly: "The lower body was slightly/acid soaked Passed, but the amount of cough/sour is not enough.”

Otherwise, there would be no corpse left.

Slightly/acid can melt away the bone dregs.

Edogawa Ranpo, who was snatched away, was a little angry: "The famous detective has also seen this kind of thing."

In order to ease his depression, he continued on the topic of Asaka Funagawa: "The time of death was three days ago. There were three murderers, all of whom were males. They were repeat offenders. There was a mature industrial chain of abuse//killing. The first death scene was in a nearby Abandoned building of a steel factory."

Officer Minura nodded and ordered his subordinates to investigate, then turned around and looked at Edogawa's random steps: "You mean the industrial chain?"

"Dark/Net." Edogawa Ranpo's face showed a look of disgust: "Those guys are more like sea cockroaches than smugglers."

What is the dark/net, the official translation, is an internal network that cannot be accessed through links and surface browsers. Generally speaking, it is a dark place that ordinary people cannot imagine. It is the most distorted and inferior human nature, no, it is inhuman sites browsed by demons.

Among the ten people who went missing on Radium Bowl Street, four went to overseas auctions, three went to the dark web to shoot videos, and the remaining three died of various reasons such as illness and poor management.

And dark/net, in order to shoot video for business, the methods are outrageous and cruel, the prisoners are scattered, there are a lot of scapegoats, and it is impossible to catch the behind-the-scenes instigation.

Put it this way, the dark/net will not be eradicated as long as the government doesn't get tough.

In this regard, planting flowers next door is very good.

But Japan, especially the magical city of Yokohama...

Funagawa Asaka suddenly let out a 'huh', and Edogawa turned her head in disorder, seeing her squatting beside the corpse, wondering about the long bone that was probably the spine.

The clean detective girl lowered her head slightly, holding black-rimmed glasses in her hands, staring intently, her shiny black twist almost hanging down on the hideous corpse.

"What's the matter, Asaka?" Edogawa Ranpo asked.

Is there anything else he hasn't reasoned about with this corpse?

"No." Funagawa Asaka shook her head, fiddled with her braid that was about to slip off her shoulders, and stood up: "This case is related to an anomaly."

She said firmly, "People will die in the near future."

"That's a superhuman named 'Ghost Story'."

"Dark/net and strange stories?" Police officer Jipu, who didn't know, only listened to their conversation, stepped forward: "I've heard of dark/wang's strange stories."

The two detectives looked at him together, their eyes filled with curiosity.

Police officer Jipu blinked: "There is a saying in the market that on the dark net of ordinary people, there are nine Internet policemen out of ten companions."

Commonly known as sliver fishing.

"..."

Officer Jipu scratched his head in embarrassment when he saw the two of them, "Isn't it funny?"

"There's no need to tell bad jokes." Funagawa Asaka was speechless for two seconds: "We're not joking, at least there will be death in this case... No, three people have died because of it now, but the bodies have not yet died." Just been discovered."

Police Officer Jipu was stunned: "Well, actually, there are strange rumors about the dark/net."

The information and addresses of people who log in to the dark web will be disclosed on the dark web, like a light bulb in the dark, with all kinds of information completely wiped out.

"Finally on the dark web after a lot of hard work, I excitedly clicked into a live broadcast room titled 'Live Massacre'.

Later, in the video, I saw myself sitting in front of the computer with my back to the screen. "

Port Mafia Intelligence Department, public computer room, separate compartment.

"Is the ability to create strange stories?" Yin Wuxian was staring at the report sheet uniformly issued by the port mafia, more than half of which had already been written.

The content is the information investigated by the Supernatural Secret Service Division two months earlier, and some of it has even been recorded on the intranet of the port mafia. Customized."

Yin Wuxian put down his pen, pushed the report paper aside, and put his hands on the keyboard: "Since it has something to do with the dark/net, why don't you go to the dark net to find clues."

He covered the camera with a tissue, edited a fake IP address, and downloaded the Tor browser using the Port Mafia network.

After an operation that was more twisted than an onion, Yin Wuxian finally entered the dark/net video trading area.

On the front page, there is a live broadcast room called 'live abuse//killing'.

Yin Wuxian raised his eyebrows.

【There is someone behind you】

"It's weird." He sighed in his heart, and without hesitation, he pressed the mouse and clicked into the live broadcast room.

The screen freezes at first, and the screen blurs for a few seconds before the picture becomes clear.

The video is very dark, and it can be vaguely seen in a closed computer room, a young man with a low ponytail, with his back to the camera, hands on the mouse, staring at the computer.

Yin Wuxian stared at it for a few seconds, feeling a little off-putting.

So, he stretched out his hand and smoothed out the low ponytail that was not smooth enough because he was writing a report at his desk. It stuck to his clothes and exploded like a broom.

Much more pleasing to the eye.

Yin Wuxian raised his head, just in time, the young man on the computer screen raised his hand and straightened his ponytail.

He was thoughtful, the time-lapse camera was three seconds later than the reality, it couldn't be synchronized, bad review.

At this time, on the computer screen, in the dim live broadcast room, behind the young man, a cloud of black smoke rose from the ground.

Yin Wuxian's expression was as usual, he even stared at the screen curiously, and complained a little disappointed: "The way of playing is so clichéd."

The monsters condensed by the strange talk can't be cured.

The human-shaped monster emitting thick black smoke held up the stick in his hand, and stared at Yin Wuxian's back with some doubts.

Seeing my own abuse//killing the protagonist of the live broadcast, one does not scream, two does not fall off the chair, and three does not panic to find the camera, but stares at the live broadcast and continues to watch, what kind of strange talk protagonist is this.

The monster was inexplicably angry.

It raised the stick in its hand and knocked it down hard.

Yin Wuxian's movements were very calm, he just raised his hand and grabbed the stick.

"It's so powerful." Yinwu Xianle muttered, the hand that caught the stick trembled, but his tone was very steady: "In this world, do ordinary people have no dignity at all?"

Look at all the young masters of strange powers he has encountered since time travel, Tiaoye Caiju, Zhongya Zhongyuan, and Atsushi Nakajima.

One is outrageous.

Yin Wuxian Yue turned his head, his light gray eyes met the monster without facial features, and smiled a little: "Unfortunately, you are not them."

Little exception.

The monster let go of the stick with a roar, and because of inertia, Yin Wuxian Le leaned back. Taking advantage of the moment, the monster had an extra forearm-length machete in his hand, and slashed at his shoulders irregularly. The gap was also stained with unwashed blood.

Then, it was cut empty.

"Not bad, you can still use your brain."

The young man's voice sounded with a smile.

next second.

The monster felt a burst of pain, it turned its head, and found that Yin Wuxian Le had circled behind him at some point, with white and slender hands on his shoulders.

The place he touched was like butter meeting a candle, and it melted instantly. It wailed, harsh and unpleasant, but within a few seconds, the black mist on the shoulders disappeared.

Yin Wuxian Yue was a little surprised when he saw the human flesh under his command: "I thought it was pure smoke."

Was it the previous victim?

[The victim of the dark/net ghost story is someone who logged into the dark net. If there is only one murderer, it is somewhat insufficient.]

Yin Wuxian nodded as if something was going on, raised his hand, and let the monster that had been killed by his nullification, or a middle-aged man with a short hair and a social animal look, fall down.

After removing the black mist, the man's body was covered with wounds. Looking at his life, he was dead and painful.

Yinwu Xianle shook off the blood stained on his hand, looked at it with a little distaste, lowered his body, picked up the machete from the ground, and looked at it, it was an ordinary bone-chopping knife with unwashed dirt on it. Blood.

Does this supernatural being 'Ghost Talk' also have some space-based supernatural powers?

Yinwu Xianle rubbed the sharp teeth on the machete, feeling a little distressed: "I really don't want to hurt myself anymore."

He sighed, and in the end he didn't take the knife to himself. Instead, he arranged the desks and chairs in the computer room a little messy, smeared some blood on his face, and then stabbed the middle-aged man's body a few times.

"I know a little bit of physical skills, and I defeated the attacker. Is there anything wrong with it?"

Even with Zhongyuan Zhong, it is not easy to explain.

Well...what the hell.

At this time, the door of the computer room was pushed open: "Why is the monitoring screen blurred?"

The voice of the visitor stopped abruptly.

In the dark and narrow room, only the computer screen was dimly lit. A ferocious corpse fell on the ground, covered with blood. Beside the corpse, a young man with blood smeared on his face and half-shaven hair stood.

For a moment, he didn't know whether to be amazed by the corpse, or afraid that the expression was so flat that it was not a corpse in front of him, and the dead were not as good as the young man in the dust on the wall.

"An assailant has sneaked in." Yin Wuxian smiled gently and stood up: "Please report it, I will go to the infirmary and report when I come back."

The man stammered in reply: "Ah, yes..."