Near midnight, a car was driving on the road. It was pitch black except for the light ahead illuminated by the headlights.
Kimura Kangping sat in the car and stared at a file in his hand.
name: god
Image: unknown
Death rules: look at death, touch death, imagine death, close to 100 meters
Avoidance methods: Do not look directly, do not touch, do not imagine, do not approach 100 meters
Restricted area: Kamiyama
Kimura Kangping looked up at a rolling mountain in front of him. There were few people here, but there was a flat road leading straight to the depths.
This is a mountain range that is never shown on the network map, and there is a mountain deep in the mountain range, called Mount God.
The reason for this name is entirely because of the limitation of 'God' here.
He looked at the file in his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.
When you are old, you will have a headache if you don't go to bed early.
During his tenure as the head of the special class, he did not come to Mount Kinabalu several times.
And every time it comes, it represents a tricky weirdness that needs to be solved using 'God'.
In fact, Kimura Kangping also knew that he didn't need to come.
Because 'God' doesn't move, the plan is done, he just has to wait.
But it was about the weirdness of 'God', so naturally he couldn't take it lightly. At least, you have to see it with your own eyes to feel at ease.
The car drove for a while, and when it was approaching its purpose, the guards stationed here conducted a strict interrogation.
About half an hour.
"Headmaster, here we are."
Kimura Kangping got out of the car, and he looked ahead.
The moon is bright tonight, and the night sky is dotted with stars. Although the surrounding valley has been developed, the trees are lush and the insects are constantly singing.
At the very front was a semi-circular building, shimmering silvery-white in the moonlight.
Around the building, there are a large number of guards guarding it.
Kimura Kangping came to the door and looked in.
Inside the silver-white building, in addition to a large number of cameras, there is also a small transparent room.
In the inner center of the building, there is another silver semicircle covering the center.
Apart from that, there is nothing to embellish it, and the openness and coldness make people feel lonely in their hearts.
"Someone bring it."
"Bring it here, waiting for your order."
Kimura Kangping looked at the time, it was past midnight. He did not speak, but returned to the monitoring room in the distance.
The pictures in the monitoring room are all scenes in the silver-white building.
But all the cameras are aimed at the outside of the door and the transparent room, and none of them are aimed at the center.
Seeing this scene, Kimura Kangping said weakly, "It's wasting everyone's time, let's start implementing the plan."
"Yes!"
Kimura Kangping sat on a chair in the monitoring room, staring at the screen.
Soon, the people in the special class brought a young man in a prison uniform with a scar on his face into the transparent room of the semi-circular building.
The young man was wearing a black eye patch and was a little flustered.
He wanted to tear off the blindfold, but the blindfold seemed to be embedded in his face and could not be taken off at all.
He asked desperately, but the people around him ignored him.
until…
An assistant handed a cell phone to him.
From the screen on the monitor, it can be clearly seen that the website of Hell Communication is displayed on the mobile phone.
On the top, the name has been filled in, just wait for the young man to press the OK button.
The assistant said a few words with no expression on his face, and the young man's face became hideous and resentful.
The veins in his hand holding the phone burst out, and after a while, he lowered his head and calmed down.
When everyone pulled out, the moment the door closed. What the young man didn't know was that the semicircle in the center, which was more than a hundred meters away from him, slowly opened.
He stayed in the locked transparent room, as if thinking about something.
But in the end, the young man gritted his teeth and pressed the OK button.
The moment he pressed it, the young man froze.
Kimura Kangping watched this scene, and his hands crossed for a while.
He knew that although Hell Girl pulled people into a space, it was only an illusion. In fact, it's just a girl from hell who came to sign a contract with someone.
so…
He knows that Hell Girl is inside the building at the moment, and the illusion is an illusion to others, but not to Hell Girl.
As long as Hellgirl looks straight ahead...
Just when Kimura Kangping had an idea in his mind, the monitoring screen changed.
Through the monitoring, it can be clearly seen that the illusion of the hell girl is broken. Yan Moai suddenly appeared on the surveillance screen, and her eyes were looking straight ahead.
In the center of the room, 100 meters away, the semicircle has long been opened.
In the center, the 'God' stood there quietly, as if it had always been here, forever unchanged.
Just looking at it, Yan Moai's body was like a scattered puzzle, slowly shattering and weathering to death.
Kimura Yasushi watched calmly, not surprised.
What he asked the 'world's microphone' before was what would happen if the gods swallowed the hell girl.
This actually contains two problems.
If 'God' can't swallow Hell Girl, then the microphone will naturally tell him.
What the microphone can answer is: God's power will grow again.
This shows that it is impossible for Hell Girl to cope with 'God'.
Kimura Kangping stood up slowly, and his expression was calm with a little heaviness. Although he solved the hell girl, he was not happy in his heart.
Solving one weirdness and letting another one grow is not something to be happy about.
Especially this weirdness, able to grow, is still so inexplicable.
Although the 'God' can't move, the special class can't be pinned on this weirdness all the time.
This is also the reason why every time he uses the power of 'God', he has to go to the third underground floor to ask about the microphone.
Just fear that the next time, let the 'God' complete the transformation. If 'gods' could move, it would basically be the end of the world.
At the moment when Yan Moai died.
Shinji Kamihara, who is far away in Meguro Ward, is sitting in the study. In recent days, when it is midnight, he has been sitting in the study waiting for something.
He had heard Hongyin say that the head of the special class mastered dealing with weirdness, so he knew that the special class would definitely respond to classmate Xiao Ai.
It's weird that you can kill people with just one name. Even if the special class doesn't want to deal with Xiao Ai, there will always be people who will be afraid, and fear will cause pressure.
And these pressures will be pressed on special classes, forcing them to make coping actions.
Destroying Xiao Ai is the best way.
At the moment of thinking, the notepad that had been lying on the table suddenly shook and moved without wind.
Shinji Kagawa's eyes narrowed, he looked at the notepad and made a rushing sound, and finally stopped on the home page of Hell Girl.
The page of Hell Girl suddenly hissed and shattered into two halves.
The blood-red handwriting also became dull, and as the handwriting changed, a message came from the notepad.
Xiao Ai is dead.
Upon receiving this news, there was no emotional change on Shinji Kagawa's face.
He put his hand on the mother page of Hell Maiden.
[Will it cost 15568 Legendary Points to resurrect the Hell Girl? whether]
[Yes.]
In the next moment of resurrecting Xiao Ai, Shinji Kagawa expanded the area of Xiao Ai's influence.
Originally, Enma Ai's killing rules could only take effect in Tokyo.
The current area of influence is…
Japan.