Outside Tokyo, special class.
The special class is not a short name for a string of long names, but it is called a special class.
special.
These two words are enough to explain everything.
The door of the special class is a little deserted, and no one usually comes here.
Headmaster's Office.
Kimura Kangping sat in the chair and closed his eyes, day after day, he had been sitting in this position for decades.
dong dong dong...
"Please come in." Kimura Yasuo slowly opened his eyes.
A middle-aged man in a neat suit walked in through the door. He held two files in his hand and said respectfully, "Senior, the two files have already been written."
"let it go."
"Yes. Do you have any other orders?" Seeing the head of the class shaking his head, he stepped back slightly, "It's nothing to do, I'll go out first."
Kimura Kangping nodded, and after the middle-aged man went out, he picked up the two files.
Looking at the fresh ink, he browsed carefully.
One file is [Hell Girl].
The killing rules of Hell Girl are written in detail on it.
Name requests, hell correspondence, grudge conditions, scarecrows, red lines, and more…
All processes are clear and unambiguous.
But this is normal, because this has already been investigated by Qingzhi and Hongyin.
Of course, some of them were revealed by Hellgirl herself.
After all, the urban legend that appeared on the 2ch forum explained some rules.
After browsing, Kimura Kangping picked up the second file.
[Sad Dog]
This strangeness was discovered by a special class monitor when he returned to his hometown to visit.
When the inspector returned home, he found that the villagers in the entire village had no other expressions on their faces. They were in a sad mood all day long, which was extremely strange.
Even in the middle of the night, there will be faint crying.
After not sensing that the resentment was at work, the monitor knew that it was a strange event and immediately reported it.
Knowing that it was a strange incident, the special class dispatched a supervisor to cooperate with the supervisor who returned to his hometown voluntarily, and the two investigated together.
Several assistants died, and even one of the supervisors almost collapsed inside before getting more detailed information.
Weird is a Shiba Inu, a native dog. Unlike the usual Shiba Inu, this Shiba Inu is always in a sad mood.
As long as I see this Shiba Inu, I will fall into sadness.
In the days that followed, the infected became increasingly sad. Sad emotions invade the mind and body, or they can't stand it and commit suicide in advance.
Or die of grief after seven days.
When the two supervisors completed their investigation, the villagers were also dead.
And to resist this murder rule is to smile.
With a smile, you can resist this sad Shiba Inu weirdness.
Now that Shiba Inu has been confined to the village.
After scrutinizing these two strange files, Kimura Kangping stood up slowly, as if using all his strength.
He supported the table, intending to straighten his back, but unfortunately he couldn't do this simple action.
As if being pressed by something, Kimura Kangping slightly hunched his back and picked up the two files. Step by step, he came to the side very slowly.
Next to him, is an indoor elevator.
After slowly entering the elevator, Kimura Kangping clicked on the destination.
negative three layers.
When you arrive at the destination, the voice-activated light will automatically turn on.
Reflecting in Kimura Kangping is a pure white, and in front of him is a moving walk.
Flip the switch, the moving walkway opens, and he walks up.
It can be clearly seen that there are smooth and white rooms on the left and right sides, and a number sign is hung in front of each room door.
On the left are the odd numbers of one, three, five, seven... On the right are the even numbers of two, four, six, eight...
Each room is quite spaced.
Kimura Kangping stood with a hunched back, holding two files in his hand, closing his eyes and resting.
Except for the sound of the moving walk, the surroundings were silent.
Soon, he came to the deepest part of the third underground floor.
When the moving walkway stopped, he opened his eyes, instead of looking to the left and right, he looked at the door of the room in front of him.
zero.
As if sensing the arrival of Kimura Kangping, the door in front of him automatically opened.
No fingerprint, iris or DNA verification.
Although he entered the door of this room not many times, Kimura Kangping didn't look around.
There is nothing to see, except that it is clean and tidy, there is only a table and a chair in the whole room.
Pulling the chair away, he sat down and looked at the things on the table.
A white paper cup with a small hole in the bottom of the cup, tied with a cotton thread.
The cotton thread is slender, half of it protrudes from the small hole, and the other half is completely submerged into the void.
It looks like half a microphone is made.
The microphone of the world.
This is the name given to this thing by the past heads of special classes.
Kimura Yasuo put the file of [Hell Girl] on the table in his hand. With a slight push, it touched the paper cup.
The next moment, the handwriting on the Hell Girl's file suddenly seemed to come alive.
One by one, the writing broke out of the paper and flew from the paper.
The black writing quickly dipped into the paper cup, stuck to the inner wall of the paper cup, and quickly disappeared.
Looking at the blank space on the file, and then looking at the paper cup engulfing the writing, it dimly lit up.
Kimura Kangping said slowly, "Tell me, what will happen when God swallows the girl from hell?"
The room fell silent.
Kimura Yasushi waited quietly for about ten seconds. The cotton thread behind the paper cup was slightly stretched, and there was a slight vibration.
The next moment, a strange voice came from the microphone. This voice was not human-like and extremely rigid.
"The power of God will grow again."
Hearing this, Kimura Kangping seemed calm, and he touched the paper cup with the file about [Sad Dog] in his hand.
When the scene just now happened again, and the black writing was engulfed again, he continued to ask, "Tell me, is the number of weird minds in this world large, or small, or very few?"
As soon as the words fell, Kimura Kangping looked at the microphone and waited quietly.
This time, the ten seconds before the comparison was extremely long, and a full five minutes passed.
When Kimura Kangping frowned and felt a little uneasy in his heart, the sound came from the microphone.
"Very few."
Hearing this answer, Kimura Kangping breathed a sigh of relief.
Although he still wanted to ask more questions, he knew that there were no more times.
Weird messages from two files, only two questions to ask.
If you ask a question with too much depth of information, there is a chance that the microphone won't answer. Instead, it directly engulfed the weird information he provided.
Kimura Kangping didn't stay in the room much, he left the room, opened the moving walkway, and took the elevator back to the office.
He picked up the phone from his desk.
"At midnight tonight, as originally planned."