Why are there only loser heroines around me?

After waiting for a long time, there was a turbulence caused by the air flow. Yana was secretly delighted. She could finally lean her head on Ukyo's arm.

She has "fallen asleep".

This was not what she wanted to rely on. It was all because of the turbulence of the plane. It had nothing to do with her subjective consciousness!

Ukyo frowned in his sleep at first, then opened his eyes and looked towards Yanami.

He can tell whether a person is really asleep or pretending to sleep by the sound of his breathing.

At this moment, Yana's breathing was very rapid and her heartbeat was very fast. If she was really asleep, she must be having a nightmare. But who would have a sweet smile on their face when having a nightmare?

Youjing didn't move, and simply maintained the status quo and continued to rest with his eyes closed. As long as the other party did not make any further advances, lending his shoulder to a beautiful lady to rest his head on was just a normal gentleman's behavior.

..........

.....

After 12 hours.

The town of Avalon.

"Everyone, pay attention! That thing is moving to the hospital! The rat can fly, watch out! Watch out!"

Investigator Toby Hall was scratched in the left eye by a flying rat while investigating a warehouse. He originally thought that the injury would allow him to withdraw from the front line and no longer have to fight those strange creatures. However, the reality was not what he expected. Those damn flying rats actually chased him to the hospital!

The calm voice of a Level 3 investigator came through the infinite headset, "Inspection team, keep an eye out for anyone walking with a limp from the first to the third floor! That thing can manipulate a person's body to move, but it walks with a limp! I repeat, it walks with a limp!"

"Team leader, why don't we clear out the patients?" A female investigator with a childish voice asked in the headset.

"The logistics team is clearing out! Amanda, hold your post!"

At this moment, Toby Hall heard his team leader's voice: "Toby, you have to rejoin the battle. Be alert. The Beretta is in the cabinet next to your bed. There is also an electromagnetic grenade and a fragmentation grenade in it. The Beretta has two magazines, one for ordinary gunpowder and one for salt-filled bullets."

"Everyone, our professional has already disembarked and is now on his way to this island town by boat. We only need to hold on for ten minutes!"

"Inspection team? Inspection team? What's the situation on the third floor? You haven't reported in over 20 seconds."

"We... don't quite understand yet... The patients on the third floor seem to have lost their minds. They're swarming in the corridor like zombies! Wait... they seem to be converging towards someone. Damn it! They suddenly started running! The person in the middle is about to be crushed to death!"

The Level 3 investigator's pupils dilated. "All members of the inspection team, leave the third floor! That's most likely the spiritual realm of some unknown demon. Turn on the ultrasonic blocker!"

Volume 94: Chapter : The Exorcist: Arthur Conan Doyle

The third-level investigator noticed that the surveillance team members on the second floor had not reported in a long time. If nothing unexpected happened, the second floor had become the center of chaos.

"Does anyone remember what symbols were inside the warehouse when we opened it? We have to first determine which demon is causing trouble, and then we can come up with a solution!"

"It doesn't seem like anything special, just a lot of upside-down pentagrams!" Specialist Amanda said. "But Captain... there are a lot of rats in the warehouse. I think it might be the Ratcatcher from DC Comics. He can communicate with and control rats. It seems reasonable that a psychopathic villain like him could evolve to be able to manipulate human minds."

This explanation was too far-fetched. He had long told his colleagues to read less comics. Their investigators mainly relied on the mythological reserves and various religious knowledge in their minds. These things you could find using Google searches and AI Q&A would not be accurate. There were basically no text versions of those ancient myths and religious poems on the Internet, but comics could be easily found on Google.

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Toby opened the door to the ward.

His ward is on the first floor, and it seems that he has not been affected by the unknown demon's spiritual realm. At least Toby himself thinks so...

After he pushed open the door, he saw a bright light flickering at the end of the corridor. He felt a sting in his eyes. His mind was reminding him not to get close, but at this moment, the voice of the investigation team leader came from the headset, "You have to help us figure out the identity of the demon so that we can deal with him. You are closest to the source of the demon! Get close to it and tell me what it is!"

Each investigator undergoes special testing before joining the company.

The tester will lock the investigator under test in a small room of eight square meters. There are only the subject and an old black and white TV in this "secret room", and all the subject has to do is watch TV.

According to the White House, [Investigator] is not a new profession that appeared after the revival of the supernatural. As early as the 19s, some unknown investigators had already begun to protect the world in secret. Their job was to prevent certain extraterritorial creatures from coming. These creatures usually have strong mental control abilities. Investigators will unconsciously fall into the illusion web they weave, and eventually lose their minds and fall into madness.

The black and white TV during the employment test can determine your ability to resist this type of "mind control". The black and white TV can weave "terror" according to different people, gradually making the subjects lose their minds. As long as you can stare at the TV for more than 20 seconds, you can be employed as an ordinary first-level investigator.

Toby had watched the TV for a full five minutes, which was the time required for a Level 4 investigator. The reason why he was still an ordinary Level pawn was because he had never passed the physical skills test, and the reasoning test was too difficult. The White House test setter was not like a normal person. He could even see questions on the test paper that were completely illogical and he had no idea how to answer them, such as "Why can cranberries eat the Statue of Liberty?"

The reason Toby thought about so many questions in such a short period of time was that he realized that he was "losing his mind..."

His radio had long been broken, and his team leader had never asked him to investigate the light source.

Cranberry and the Statue of Liberty are the safe words he set for his brain. He will try hard to remind himself of these two words when he falls into inexplicable mental control. This is a switch that all trained investigators will set in their minds.

Just like the power button on a computer, once touched, the brain can restart instantly.

Toby's vision gradually became clear.

Where is the white light in front of me?

He saw many patients and before he knew it, he had become one of the "pilgrims".

He was following the other patients in hospital gowns as they "charged" toward the center of the corridor! The crowd swirled, one after another! One man raised his hands high, becoming the center of the vortex. The others began to rush towards him frantically. Under the exaggerated pressure of the crowd, he gradually dissolved into black blood. Then... some small rodents with wings on their arms emerged from the black blood! They flew away along the ceiling, and Toby's ears echoed with the screams of his colleagues!

However......

He can't worry about his colleagues now.

Because those crazy pilgrims suddenly turned their eyes to him at the same time, like a pervert who had abstained from sex for two weeks suddenly seeing a Hollywood actress taking a nude class.

He actually became the damn "center of the storm", and all the patients in hospital gowns began to crowd towards him frantically!

"How would it feel to be crushed to death?" Toby had lived for over thirty years and had seen a lot of news about crowds. Every time he saw crowds at a presidential election or a superstar's concert, he scoffed at it. Until it happened to him... Toby decided he might as well give up thinking about those two safe words as soon as possible. That way, at least he wouldn't feel pain before he died...

"Hello~, foreign country friend~" He heard a greeting in not very standard English.

The grammar and pronunciation were wrong. If she wanted to say "foreigner," she could just say "foreigner." But she used three words. Toby judged that her English level was no higher than high school, and she couldn't pronounce connected consonants, which made her greeting sound funny.

Toby was startled when he heard the sound of breaking glass.

A woman in a beige trench coat jumped into his sight. She kicked in from outside the window.

Two electromagnetic grenades entered the corridor before her. At the moment of the electromagnetic explosion, a "bloody road" was blown out in the middle of the corridor, in the physical sense.

"You killed them all? These civilians are just stuck in the spirit realm!"

"But your team leader told me that the spiritual realm they tested was level four. Ordinary people will completely lose their self-awareness and memory in this level. Even if the demon is killed afterwards, their state will not change. They will become aimless walking corpses. Your team leader told me that I will deal with them the same way people deal with zombies in zombie movies."

Yanami grabbed Toby's wrist and dragged him down the corridor. Japanese was one of the required languages ​​for investigators, so he could almost understand what Yanami was saying.

He smelled a strange fragrance from the ends of the girl's hair. The blue-haired girl had slender arms, but her body was very strong. She was still running in the corridor while dragging an adult man. Toby could not keep up with her speed. He felt like a kite, being dragged by her to fly in the sky.

"When you threw the grenade at them, didn't you feel any burden in your heart?"

"If you had a burden, I wouldn't be able to save you, and you still have to thank me."

Toby was stunned.

"Aligato," he said.

"Haha~, your Japanese is really terrible."

"..."

at the same time.

A warehouse about a fifteen-minute drive from the hospital.

Ukyo put away the big black umbrella he was holding. Avalon was a small town in an island city. The travel guide said it would rain a lot here, so he brought an umbrella with him, and it really came in handy.

Yanaijian was right when he said it on the plane. There really are people here who like to solve problems anywhere. He has seen quite a few of them on his way here.

He and Yanami had originally intended to visit California, where Warehouse 36 might be hidden in one of its many border towns. They had come to this island on a request from a colleague. The US Paranormal Investigation Bureau, directly under the White House, was very generous in hiring experts. After hearing that one of the White House experts had died during the investigation, they sought out Arthur, a well-known expert in the hunter community.

The price of this commission is 200 million US dollars, but Arthur said that the White House is a bit short of funds recently, so the commission fee may be paid in installments.

But Youjing didn't care about that. The main purpose of his trip to the United States was to kill someone, and other tasks were just along the way.

The place that caused trouble for local investigators was a "warehouse room", which, to put it bluntly, was a corridor specifically used for storing warehouses.

As soon as you enter the door, you can see the warehouse marked "1". And so on, every five steps or so, you can see the number of the next warehouse. Youjing heard that the warehouse where the accident happened was "56", so he had to walk in as hard as he could, even turning at the corner, and then turning again, and walking to the second to last room at the back was his destination.

The reason why he asked Yanami to go to the hospital first was because the corridors here were long and narrow. If two people fought here, it would be easy to accidentally hurt teammates. Moreover, Yanami's knowledge of various ancient legends and religious texts would not be more than his, so Yanami was not suitable for reasoning, but a place where he could use his fists and feet.

When Youjing was at the door, he could still hear the sound of rain outside. The further he walked in, the quieter the rain became.

But when he turned the second corner of the corridor, the sound of rain had completely disappeared. He stopped in the corridor because there was a huge full-length mirror hanging directly opposite him. He was still wearing the well-fitting "Peaky Blinders" peaked lapel suit, but his trouser legs and leather shoes were wet by the rain.

He felt a little sorry for the suit, as he quite liked this handmade suit.

When he reached the end of the third corridor, he could no longer hear any sound of rain or feel any cool air. Ukyo even felt a little hot.

He didn't know what the person who arranged the warehouse was thinking. He actually hung a mirror at the end of the corridor. With every step he took inside, the person in the mirror would become a little bigger. When he reached the door of Warehouse No. 56, the "Youjing" in the mirror was already bigger than his real body. This was a concave mirror. The Youjing reflected in the mirror was bigger and more bloated than him. He stared at the real Youjing with his eyes wide open, as if as long as Youjing took another step forward, he would step out of the mirror!

Perhaps the scariest place here was not No. 56 that he was going to investigate, but Warehouse No. 57, which was locked with a bicycle lock and was one step further down the corridor.

But No. 57 was not sold by its original owner. The local investigators bought No. 56, which was the one before it. The accident also happened in the warehouse of No. 56, so there was no reason for Youjing to touch other people's private property because of his suspicion.

He stood in front of the mirror for three seconds. He always felt that there was something wrong with the image in the mirror, especially the eyes, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

The investigators at the hospital were being harassed by the demon in the warehouse. If he delayed for even a second longer, Yanami might be in greater danger, so he didn't plan to waste time on the mirror.

Ukyo stepped into the opened Warehouse No. 56. The strange cry of some kind of rat came into his ears. Several big black rats slipped out from the sides of his trouser legs. The fighting instinct made Ukyo subconsciously draw his knife and sweep the floor. He killed a rat. The front end of Muramasa was stained with some rodent blood. The strange cry of the rats stopped abruptly. The black rats all burrowed back behind an old bookshelf on the right. Ukyo dared to bet that there must be a rat hole hidden in there.

After he entered the room, the concave mirror disappeared from his field of vision. He was completely unaware that the "bloated Ukyo" in the mirror did not disappear from the mirror after he left. The figure in the mirror was always staring at the location of Warehouse No. 56, as if waiting for him to come out.

But Ukyo couldn't see the mirror, and he didn't care about the rat hole behind the wall. He came here to look for clues.

On the ground was an old man wearing a peaked-lapel suit like him. His body was already cold. He was most likely the expert who had assisted the local investigators before. He was holding an old yellow book in his hand. Ukyo snatched the book from his hard palm.

This is a diary, unsigned, perhaps belonging to the warehouse owner.

Ukyo opened the first page of his diary.

When I was 15, I fell in love with the pursuit of excitement and all kinds of interesting creatures, so I found a notebook and used it to record the crazy things I had done. These things were not something ordinary people could do, so as a young person, I used them as a capital to show off myself. - From: A legendary investigator over 50 years old

Oh.

This is an investigator's notebook.

Ukyo continued to look down.

At first, the "crazy things" done by the owner of the diary were funny and ridiculous. He tricked his grandmother with Alzheimer's disease into running naked in a bikini on the school playground; he stuck dead cockroaches into the pages of the girls' books in the class; he poured laxatives into the chemistry teacher's coffee cup, and then stole the toilet paper in the office. The poor chemistry teacher always thought the coffee was bad and never suspected him.

How should I put it... Ukyo felt that it was quite normal for this kind of thing to happen to American kids. The Lionheart Society had foreign friends from all over the world, and every time they finished a mission and got together to drink, they would talk about the "beastly things" they did when they were kids from time to time.

Youjing had heard a lot of beastly things. Many naughty children had done such bad jokes as pouring laxatives into the teacher's cup. No one would have thought that those troublemakers would grow up to become dragon slayers with their heads on their belts, ready to sacrifice their lives for slaying dragons at any time and without fear.

The owner of this diary might have been this kind of person when he was a child.

Ukyo continued to look back.

He challenged all the well-known "horror scenes" of the year and found many items related to ghosts and gods.

For example, the infamous massacre scene of the DeFeo family, before the story was adapted into the movie "The Amityville Horror."

He found the hunting rifle that the little boy used to slaughter his parents in the Dutch colonial house in New York. The notebook described that the demon in the room possessed the gun after the massacre, and as long as the gun was put away, the demon would not look for other people to possess.

Ukyo found the hunting rifle in the room. It was sealed in a locked box with an undamaged note on it. Ukyo recognized the symbol on it. It was the pentagram emblem that Jesus often used to seal lower-level demons.

There are also a large number of pentagrams in this warehouse, which should be the forbidden demon objects collected from various places by the investigator who calls himself "Legendary".

Ukyo realized that this warehouse should not have been opened in the first place. He found that there was a circle of grooves inside the warehouse with a layer of salt residue inside. There should have been more salt here, but there were rats in the warehouse, and the rats ate the salt, so some demons that had escaped the "Pentagram Seal" on their own might have run away.

Ukyo had to first figure out what had escaped.

He flipped to the bottom of the notebook. The guy who claimed to be a legend had a total of 226 forbidden demonic objects, but when Ukyo took a quick look, he found that there were less than twenty "boxes" still intact in the room.

This means that the other demons have been released!

This small town called Avalon has become a paradise for demons!

The "flying mouse" and the "crowding vortex" are likely two different demons, or even three... or more!

Ukyo put the notebook away.

The author of this book is definitely not an official White House investigator, because official personnel will definitely have better and safer demon containment stations, and there is no need for him to place these forbidden objects in a warehouse on a small island.

Youjing left the warehouse. He read the notes in his hand under an umbrella in the rain, and took some photos with his mobile phone to record his wandering in the notebook.

He found descriptions of flying mice.

It was a kind of monster that the investigator collected after traveling to Japan. It looked like a mouse but was not a mouse.

It likes to stick to the upper part of the wall of the building and hunt humans who enter the building. It has two curved bone sickles on its arms and likes to eat blood. The owner of the note caught a flying mouse and sealed it in a cylindrical glass container.

Its hunting posture is very similar to the Kamaitachi described in the One Hundred Demons Night Parade, so the owner of the note temporarily calls it Kamaitachi. If other later comers know the true identity of this creature, he is welcome to add to it.

Kamaitachi...

A very nostalgic name.

According to his understanding, this kind of monster should be hidden in the wind and should not have a physical body!