Chapter 232: Neon Country: Evil God
Shinkansen bound for Aomori Prefecture.
A high school girl who looked to be around 17 years old was carrying a bag and was having sex as she passed the security checkpoint at Kitakami Station.
"Let me help you." The office worker in a suit looked at the girl's face, smiled and stepped forward, extending his hand.
The girl glanced at the office worker, smiled and took a half step back: "Okay~"
The office worker laughed even more happily when he heard this. He walked forward and grabbed the handle of the bag. Then he pretended to glance at the girl's chest casually. There was a yellow-brown butterfly brooch on the girl's chest.
The bag was a bit heavy, and the office worker was forced to bend down at the waist when he just picked it up. It was simply not a weight that could be lifted by one hand. The office worker pulled the corners of his mouth awkwardly and lifted it up with both hands.
"Where are you going, little girl?" The office worker moved a little closer to the girl and started to chat with her.
Girl: "Aomori Prefecture."
"Oh, Aomori Prefecture. The apples there are really good."
"Well, but I'm going to a town." The girl said the name of the town.
"I know that place. I've been there before, last year, with my wife and kids." The office worker chuckled. "There are a lot of people there in the summer. It's a good place to travel. But in the winter, there's nothing there."
The girl smiled but said nothing.
"What's your name, little sister? You like butterflies, right?" The office worker took the opportunity to glance at the girl's chest. "I like butterflies too. They are very beautiful."
"My name is Zhuanzhu." said the girl.
"Oh, this name... is quite rare." The girl did not introduce her last name, and the office worker did not dare to ask directly.
After taking the girl to her seat, the office worker took out his phone and said, "Add me your contact information."
The girl took out a pen and paper and wrote a string of numbers: "My phone is out of battery. This is my number."
The office worker took it with a smile, holding the baby in his hand as usual, looking around to see if there was anyone around, and whispered to the girl, "Little sister, uncle is free every weekend, and has some spare money."
This statement almost makes it clear that in Japan, when wealthy office workers and high school girls talk about dating and money, they only care about sex.
The smile on the girl's face deepened. She reached out and grabbed the uncle's wrist. Her fingertips directly touched the middle-aged man's skin and rubbed it slightly. She leaned over to his ear and whispered, "Okay, if it's next weekend... let's meet."
The office worker was so excited that he almost jumped up on the spot. Seeing someone coming over here, he smiled and gestured to the girl with his phone, saying, "Let's talk tonight."
Just left.
The girl leaned on the train seat with her arms folded, crossed her legs and looked out the window boredly, silently saying, "If you are still alive next weekend."
After saying this, the girl revealed a mocking smile.
There are only dirty desires in her eyes. This world is so unclean. She really loves insects more than humans.
That's why I became a loyal believer of Die Ming.
The monster transformed from a butterfly is a god in the girl's eyes.
The office worker took his cell phone to the second carriage at the back, sat down in his seat, and added the number on the note to the phone. Because the girl said her phone was out of battery, he did not call her specifically, but waited to contact the girl in the evening.
Si was completely unaware that a hint of dark yellow appeared on the girl's skin where her wrist had touched, and then slowly turned darker, penetrating deeper into the subcutaneous flesh and heading towards the bones.
The man's life was being devoured bit by bit.
In three days, he will be dead.
A high school girl who looks only 17 years old, a member of the Hundred Butterflies Society, Zhuhuandie, is not a murderer, she is just indifferent.
She doesn't care about saving others' lives, nor does she care about giving them death.
Especially the deaths of those who were not good people.
Beaded Butterfly took out a wet tissue from her bag, wiped her toilet paper, wiped the handle of her bag, and then threw the wet tissue into the trash can with disgust.
*
Meanwhile, Aomori Airport.
A plain-looking man wearing a gray puffy shirt and trousers walked through the crowd in a low-key manner, carrying a bag.
I arrived at the taxi waiting area, spotted a taxi that had just arrived, walked up, opened the door and got in.
The taxi driver's stereo was still playing music, and he didn't notice that someone had come to the back seat until the person behind him said, "Driver, here—"
"Ah!" The driver was so frightened that he almost stood up. He turned his head and saw a young man sitting in the back. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You scared me. Customer, when did you get on board?"
“Just now.”
"Strange." The driver muttered quietly, "I locked the car door."
Could it be that I forgot?
Forget it, who cares.
The driver asked for the address again before starting the car: "That place is a tourist attraction in the summer, but not many people in the winter. Where do you live?"
The man lowered his eyes and looked at his phone: "Yeah."
"Go home for the New Year and spend more time with your family." The driver kept muttering while driving and looking at the back seat through the rearview mirror. The man just lowered his head to play with his mobile phone and sent messages. He had no intention of talking. The driver gradually shut up, turned on the stereo, turned down the volume, and continued driving.
The man in the back seat had a group chat that was set up temporarily on his phone.
Dead Leaf Butterfly: I'm on the bus and will be there soon.
Birdwing Butterfly: Really? That's great! I'm on the train too. How about you, Zhuzhu?
Beaded Butterfly: On the Shinkansen, coming soon.
Birdwing Butterfly: Really? Are we on the same train? Tell me your train number so I can see.
Beaded Butterfly: Roll,
Birdwing Butterfly: Too much!! Kuye, look at her, she is too much!! I just want to communicate with her more, the kind of deep and shallow.
Beaded Butterfly: Do you want to die?
Birdwing Butterfly: No, I have to die at the feet of Butterfly Life! Ah, it would be happier to die on Butterfly Life's lap, holding His hand! !
Beaded Ring Butterfly: You'd better die now. Not to mention that your body is next to Butterfly Life, even if you breathe in front of Butterfly Life, you will pollute the air around Butterfly Life.
Birdwing Butterfly: I took a shower and brushed my teeth three times a day!!
Beaded Butterfly: Filth fills every cell of your body. If it weren't for the mission given by Butterfly Life, I wouldn't be able to handle the B-level alone, and I wouldn't be going on this trip with you.
Dead Leaf Butterfly: Um, can you please stop quarreling?
Birdwing Butterfly: Well, does Dead Leaf have anything to say?
Dead Leaf Butterfly: It’s nothing. I just think that quarreling is not good. It affects people’s mood, and unstable mood will be very painful. Instead of living in pain, how about I send you off so that you can enjoy the peace of death?
Birdwing Butterfly: ...
Beaded Butterfly: ...
Dead Leaf Butterfly: Everything will eventually decay. Rather than slowly endure the suffering of decay, it is better to do it all at once. Your corpses will decay under the soil, making the land fertile. There will surely be beautiful flowers blooming there, attracting countless butterflies. By the way, I found a good burial site in Aomori Prefecture. I will send you the location. What do you think?
Dead Leaf Butterfly: [Location]
Beaded Butterfly: ...
Birdwing Butterfly: Oh, this place is good, there are trees everywhere. Butterfly likes to wander in the forest. One day, on the land where my rotten bones are buried, Butterfly will walk barefoot on it. What a happy thing that will be! Wait, don't bury it! If there is no land, maybe Butterfly's feet will step directly on my bones——ah——
Dead Leaf Butterfly: I think, maybe butterflies don’t want to step on dirty things.
Beaded Butterfly: ...
She always felt out of place when getting along with these two people because she was not crazy enough.
In the taxi, the driver glanced at the rearview mirror and happened to see the man in the back seat smiling. The smile was very faint and disappeared in an instant.
The next second, the man looked over with a cold gaze, and the driver quickly looked away.
The smile on the man's face just now was very gentle, but the look in his eyes when he looked over was so cold that it made people feel frightened.
The driver didn't dare to look back, but instead stepped on the accelerator a little harder, increasing the speed, and finally arrived at the destination a little earlier than expected.
When getting off the car, Leaf Butterfly did not close the door immediately, but turned around and asked: "Mr. Driver, now that the strange things have come, life is so difficult, do you feel bad?"
The driver was about to say, "Of course it's hard, I don't make much money," but when he met the man's gaze, he shuddered subconsciously and smiled, "It's okay, not bad. My wife gave birth to a son for me last year. I'm very happy."
"...Really?" The man paid the money, closed the car door and turned away. "What a pity."
What a pity? The driver didn't dare to think too much about it, and quickly started the car and drove away.
Dead Leaf Butterfly walked slowly towards the depths of the town. He glanced at his phone and saw the gathering place sent by Birdwing Butterfly, and walked towards that place.
No one on the roadside looked at him. It was clearly not the tourist season, but no one seemed curious about the fact that a stranger had come to this small town with a very small population.
No, it’s not that they weren’t curious, they just subconsciously ignored the existence of this man, as if he was just a dead leaf fallen on the roadside, insignificant at all.
*
In the back mountain, as soon as the cocoon landed on the ground, the butterflies scattered.
The butterflies are his clones and also his eyes and ears. The salvation system said that the monsters here are good at hiding and it is difficult to determine their exact location. At this time, letting the butterflies disperse to look for clues is the best way.
Of course, the first place to go is the garbage dump that emits strange waves.