Chapter 1818 Incident
The next day, Jinghua did not come to school, and the same was true on the third day.
The classmates in the class were talking about it, and there were many different reasons. The teacher just said that something happened at home so she asked for temporary leave.
It is true that there was some trouble at home, and it was quite a big one.
"I'm sorry, something happened at the detective agency." After club practice that day, I finally got through to Mr. Kunikida on the way home. "Kyoka can't come back to school yet, but I promise she'll be back once this is over."
Although I didn't get any information from that serious gentleman, his voice was obviously not as soft as before, but deeper, with a faint sense of fatigue.
What exactly happened?
Although I am a Shinsengumi, I cannot interfere with the various events happening in this world.
Thinking of this, the resentment in my heart became even stronger.
"Izumi hasn't been here for three days. Is that really okay?" On Friday morning, after training, Kirihara walked to the classroom with me, carrying his gym bag. "And you, too, haven't looked well lately. Are you sick?"
“…Is it that obvious?”
"Nonsense, your face has been as pale as a corpse since yesterday. Didn't you even notice it?!"
"It's mainly because I didn't sleep well, nothing else."
This is the truth. Ever since I saw that brown-haired girl on the playground that day, my dreams have suddenly become clearer.
I can't say it was clear, the scenes and many people were blurry, but at least when I woke up I remembered what I had dreamed about. Basically, it was about me and the brown-haired girl.
At first we all wore the same kimono that was similar to a school uniform, and later I even dreamed that I was wearing that black kimono.
In addition, the brown-haired girl has not changed much except for the length of her hair. Instead, the physical changes of "I", the protagonist of the perspective, are more obvious.
Ever since I changed into my black kimono, my hands have been bandaged. In my dream, I saw my hands without the bandages. Besides the thick calluses covering my fingers and palms, I even had a number of burn-like wounds spreading across my arms.
The girl in the dream held my hand with tears in her eyes, and covered the scarred fingers with her slightly larger palm.
Although I couldn't speak or move as I wanted, I could feel my hands touching the same dry and smooth skin with calluses.
"I" and her seem to have a good relationship.
If the dream ended there, it would be nothing. However, yesterday, I dreamed of something very scary.
What caught the eye was the brown-red blood spilled on the ground.
I saw a human head.
She fell to the ground alone, her scattered brown hair covering her face. Not far away, blood slowly seeped out from the headless corpse, seeping into the black clothes and flowing into the cracked earth.
My body was shaking, my eyes were blurry, and there were knife wounds of varying sizes on my body. Large patches of blood soaked through my white inner garment and dyed the Japanese sword in my hand red.
That's not "my" blood.
"I" killed the girl.
When I woke up, my hands were still shaking uncontrollably, but the strange thing was that even though the sticky feeling of blood was still in my palms, I felt as if my senses were severed, and I didn't feel fear or nausea.
There is only sadness and uncontrollable anger.
That feeling of chest tightness came back, and I sat in my seat, clenched my fists, and took deep breaths.
"Hey, Jiu Jing." Someone's voice came from behind, accompanied by tinnitus. "Don't force yourself."
“…Yes, thank you.”
I don’t know if it’s because Kirihara gave me his good luck today (my game console was found and confiscated by Sanada-senpai today), but apart from chest tightness and tinnitus, I didn’t feel particularly uncomfortable throughout the afternoon.
To be honest, I don’t want to rest now, nor do I dare to rest.
Those strange dreams I've had these past few days seem to follow a certain timeline: school, graduation, swordplay, and even death. I can even see the gradual growth of that brunette girl.
Yesterday's dream ended the moment her body was scattered on the ground.
What will I dream about next time?
Today is Friday. Since there is a national holiday on Monday, the three-day break has made the atmosphere in the class much more lively.
"Oh, by the way, I might have to go to a sports store with my seniors this weekend. Do you want to come with me?"
"Thank you, Kirihara-kun, but I already have reservations for my short vacation."
It just so happens that today is the day of handover of Honmaru. I have already greeted my swordsmen in advance and will spend the three days of the short holiday in Honmaru.
We are all tsukumogami. Some have sacred swords, some are used to remove disasters, and some are used as sacrificial swords. There are 360 professions, and there is always one that can help me with my symptoms.
Because I was concerned about the situation at the detective agency, I called Mr. Kunikida on my way home from school.
No one answered.
It's been almost a week, and the difficult issue hasn't been resolved yet?
Anxious and very worried.
It seems that Kyoka, Atsu-kun, and Kunikida-san are all members out on field work...why not give the club a call?
"Hello, this is the Yokohama Armed Detective Agency."
This time the call went through, but it was not answered by a female clerk, but by a clear male voice with a somewhat drawn-out voice that sounded a little familiar.
"Ah, hello, I'm Jiu Jing Yan."
"Hmm? It's Homura, what's going on? If you're commissioning a case, I can't be Ranpo's bodyguard."
Ah, it's Mr. Ranpo after all! That amazing detective.
"Ah, no, that's not it. Because Kyoka-san hasn't returned to school yet, and I called Kunikida-san, but he didn't answer, so I'm a little worried... I heard from Miss Haruno that the detective agency had some incidents." I told her everything I knew in one breath, and subconsciously squeezed my phone. "I'm just worried. Um, if you can't say it—"
"Well, we did encounter some troubles, and they were targeting people with special abilities."
To my surprise, Mr. Ranpo answered quickly.
"Well, I'd better tell you something first. A few days ago, there were several cases of missing people with special abilities in Yokohama."
"Missing?!"
According to Mr. Ranpo, the missing psychics were originally members of intelligence organizations in other regions and had no connection to the major forces in Yokohama. However, the situation gradually worsened.
After the members of the organization that had tried to kidnap me disappeared, it was like the fuse of an explosive was lit, and the whole of Yokohama fell into chaos.
The detective agency originally wanted to solve this case, but was also involved.
"You should have met Tanizaki-kun from our club before. He was the first member of our club to go missing."
It was the kind young man with reddish-brown hair and a pretty sister who was particularly friendly to me when I first went to the detective agency.
"Well, although I've deduced that they only target people with special abilities, there are other forces involved. I heard that the Port Black...oh, the organization that contacted you before, they've already made some progress. Hmph, there's definitely something wrong with their clues."
"Why, why do you say that?"
"Needless to say? Although Tanizaki's combat prowess isn't high, his psychic ability is a very special illusion. Actually, everyone in our club has different psychic abilities. If this were just a random crime, there are better targets than him." He spoke non-stop on the other end of the phone. "Combined with other clues, according to my reasoning, the criminal must also be using this kind of ability to kidnap people with psychic abilities without anyone noticing. If that's the case, the authenticity of the clues revealed on the surface needs to be considered."
Mr. Ranpo spoke very quickly, and in order to listen carefully to his reasoning, I subconsciously slowed down my pace.
"What clues would we find at this time? We would just fall into the trap of the real criminal."
As soon as he finished speaking, a chill suddenly arose on his back!
"Are you Jiu Jingyan?"
As an unfamiliar male voice rang in my ears, I turned around suddenly with the phone in my hand and saw a black figure.
He was a black-haired young man wearing a long black trench coat. He was not particularly tall, with a handsome face but a thin body, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.
But that's just appearance.
"Answer me, are you the Nine Pure Flames?"
My heart was pounding and cold sweat broke out in an instant.
I felt a chilling and murderous aura coming from the other person.
No...it's not good. This person is very bad!
Run away quickly!
However, the moment he took a step forward, a black shadow suddenly flew out from the young man.
My vision blurred, and I felt my whole body unable to move. When I realized it, my feet were already off the ground, wrapped in black cloth and dragged up.
"Hmph, you reacted pretty quickly, but it was all in vain."
"Hello? Hello! Homura? What happened—"
The cell phone that fell to the ground was still ringing with Mr. Ranpo's voice, but then it made a "snap" sound and was cut in half by the passing black shadow.
"Are you from the detective agency?" The cloth around me gradually tightened, and I began to feel difficulty breathing. "Forget it, it's not important."
"Let's go."
These were the last words I heard before I lost consciousness.
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"I" saw the wasteland.
The land was red, the sky was flaming red, and there was no living thing on the cracked surface.
The air inhaled into the lungs was hot, and one could even smell the smell of gunpowder and sulfur.
There are no living people here.
The ground suddenly began to shake, and boiling magma appeared under the cracked soil.
From a distant place, a rumbling sound like thunder was heard—
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"Rintaro, her eyes moved~"
"Shh, be gentle, little Alice, our guest has just woken up."
I heard two voices talking beside me, and I subconsciously moved my body. I felt something soft and smooth under my hand... Wait, where am I now?!
I forced my eyes open and saw my knees.
He seemed to be sitting on a spacious and soft leather sofa with a long table in front of him.
"Ah, she's awake, she's finally awake."
The room was a little dim, and at the other end of the table, a little girl with blonde hair and wearing a red princess dress was looking at me with her hands on her cheeks, smiling.
"Hello, Miss Jiu Jing, come, drink some water first."
Standing next to her was a tall, black-haired stranger wearing a white coat.
"...You, uh, who are you?"
The man who looked older than Kunikida, who I probably should call uncle, curled his eyes and smiled harmlessly. "Is this the question you ask the moment you open your eyes? It seems Chuuya is right."
Is it the middle?
Is that... that Nakahara Chuuya? The one who investigated my father's case?
Then he——
"Nice to meet you. My name is Mori Ogai. I hope my subordinates didn't cause you any discomfort today."
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LOL, my phone was broken by Akutagawa (?
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