Just when Shinji Kamhara followed the police officers of the Metropolitan Police Department to investigate together.
special class.
Kimura Yasuo was sitting in the class principal's office and had been waiting for three hours.
No matter how good he is, he is still a little angry.
Last night, because of the emergency, they directly contacted Nishihonganji in Kyoto and asked Nishihonganji to inform the Ronin.
As a result, Nishi Honganji told the special class that the ronin had returned to the hotel yesterday afternoon.
When they went to the hotel to look for someone, they didn't find each other.
This time, the people in the special class were caught blind.
Because of ghost calls, supervisors haven't been using cell phones recently.
It wasn't until noon today that the Ronin called back without saying the reason, but said that he would be there in the afternoon.
As a result, it was four or five o'clock in the afternoon, and it hadn't arrived yet.
dong dong dong —
"Please come in."
"Senior, the transparent scissors have been delivered."
"What about the ronin?"
"Lord Ronin said he only brought the scissors here, how to use them is a matter of special class, just return them to him afterwards."
Kimura Kangping laughed angrily after hearing this.
If it were other supervisors, it would be fine, but the ronin was trained by a special class himself, so of course he had to scold him fiercely.
As a result, the other party did not give the opportunity.
"Forget it, let someone prepare to use transparent scissors." Kimura Camping paused, "Has the horn of silence been delivered to Keukazaki?"
"It was delivered by noon."
Kimura Yasuo nodded, "If the transparent scissors don't work, then let the people in the Osaka special class use the horn."
"Yes."
Thinking of the price of using the sound-killing horn, Kimura Yasuo's cheeks twitched.
Soon, a team of thirteen people emerged from the special class.
The group consisted of ten members of the Guard, a civilian, an ordinary person using scissors, and a prisoner.
In addition, above the group of people, a drone is also followed from a high altitude.
It is impossible for the Overseer to follow the past.
After all, if the ghost call is cut off and there is a bad change, wouldn't the monitor follow the past to die in vain
The group drove away from the special class headquarters.
Soon, everyone came to a wide area filled with rows of houses.
Seeing this, all the staff were basically silent.
The prisoner who wanted to speak was tied up, gagged, and looked terrified.
Apparently, he thought he was going to be shot in this wilderness.
But…
He just kidnapped the hostage, and in the end the hostage was rescued by the Metropolitan Police Department. It was far from being shot, right
However, prisoners have no human rights at this time.
The clerk picked up the key and entered room one.
These houses are built by special classes and used for trial and error.
In addition to chairs and tables, the room also has cameras with no dead ends.
Other than that, there is nothing.
"Mr. Gojo, get the scissors."
The clerk was a middle-aged man in his forties, and his tone of voice was not emotional.
He handed the scissors wrapped in white cloth to the ordinary person who signed the death contract.
Mr. Gojo took the white cloth, and he said with a wry smile, "I regret it a bit, can I go back?"
However, no one responded to him.
Looking at the members of the guards who surrounded him and the prisoners, Mr. Gojo could only swallow his saliva, showing an ugly and difficult smile, "Just kidding."
He lifted the white cloth and saw nothing.
But there is a heavy feeling in the hand, Mr. Gojo is not surprised.
Although he is an ordinary person, after signing the death contract, what to do, the special class has been completed with him.
So, he doesn't want to die now, he wants to see ghosts, wraiths, and so-called weirdness.
Ugh…
Thinking, the light in Mr. Gojo's eyes dissipated. With his death ambition, he knew that he could not escape today.
He touched the scissors in his left hand with his right hand and started to do it slightly, and soon knew that the scissors in his hand were shaped like tailor's scissors.
Just as Mr. Gojo held the blade of the scissors, he found an indescribable change in his eyes.
Those things that were transparent in the past had an image in his eyes in an instant.
Sudden…
An ethereal but depressing melody sounded.
Mr. Wujo can clearly see that one after another note is connected into a line and emerges out of thin air from the inside of a mobile phone.
Those black and white notes rushed into the ears of the prisoners in prison uniforms in all directions.
This scene is a little creepy.
Looking at the countless notes in front of him forming a slender but firm line, Mr. Gojo took a deep breath.
It was his job to cut this line, all made up of notes.
Thinking about it, Mr. Gojo didn't wait for the clerical staff to urge him. He gritted his teeth and took the scissors to cut the lines that make up the notes in front of him.
click-
Following Mr. Gojo's movements, a crisp sound came from the void.
The sound made the people around him tense.
The next moment, a scream came. Not a prisoner, it was issued by Mr. Gojo.
At the moment of cutting, Mr. Gojo felt as if his entire body had become a piece of muslin.
The pain of being cut into two pieces by scissors made him cry violently.
The gagged prisoner looked at the scene in front of him, his pupils dilated, and he was completely stunned.
Mr. Gojo, who was standing in front of him, started from the middle of his head and slowly cracked. Take the center of the head as the dividing line, all the way to the thigh.
pat...
Blood and internal organs spilled on the ground, and Mr. Gojo's voice stopped abruptly.
he died.
The body and soul are cut into two pieces, which is the price of using transparent scissors.
Although civilians are used to death, this scene still made his heart palpitate.
After a few seconds, he felt relieved and fumbled around Mr. Gojo's body, and soon wrapped the scissors with a white cloth again.
He stood up and looked at the prisoner.
The melody has been cut into two pieces, so can it stop ghost calls
Thinking like this, the clerks heard the dark and depressing melody suddenly interrupted, as if they were stuck.
A surprise flashed in his eyes.
it works? !
A chain of notes, as the transparent scissors cut through the middle.
A complete song melody becomes incomplete.
An incomplete melody shouldn't kill anyone, right
Thinking like this...
The intermittent melody suddenly stopped.
Then, it became complete again. The melody of 3 minutes and 35 seconds is completed in one go.
The prisoner in front of him was trembling all over. Because he was tied, he could only kneel on the ground with his eyes wide open.
In the end, die without rest.
A minute later, Kimura Kangping, who was in the special class, received the message.
He sighed deeply and looked at the middle-aged assistant, "Contact the Osaka special class and directly use the horn of silence."
"it is good!"
"Wait..." Kimura Yasuo looked at the assistant, "After the think tank has finished discussing and sounding the horn, what will be done next?"
"There is already a solution."
"Go."
"Yes."
The middle-aged assistant closed the door gently, and then came to the second floor, where he contacted the Osaka special class.
ten minutes later.
Located in the Nishinari district in the southern part of Osaka City, there is a city-in-city city called Fufuzaki.
This is the largest gathering place for temporary manual laborers in Japan.
There are more than 10,000 middle-aged and elderly single people living here who lack security and are waiting for temporary jobs and government relief.
It is also the largest slum in Japan.
Homelessness, poverty, and deteriorating health make life worse for the poor in Kabugasaki.
The number of gangs operating here has reached dozens, and they are engaged in drug trafficking, gambling, and extortion of relief funds.
Sin and poverty go together.
Everything here keeps Osaka citizens silent about the district.
However, since the appearance of the ghost call, the people of Kamazuzaki found that the law and order seemed to have improved.
At this time, in a private house.
A young man holds a horn in his hand.
The size is the same as that of ordinary horns, and the overall appearance is deep black with a bright luster.
The young man closed his eyes and calmed down, holding the horn in both hands.
Blow hard.
Strangely, the horn did not make a sound when it was blown. But with the horn as the center, a ripple spread out.
In just an instant, the entire city within a noisy and noisy city lost its voice in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, everything is silent.