Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

"But even if the news reports disappear, the harm caused to the person involved is irreparable."

"The media only needs heat, as for conscience? They don't have such a thing."

The members present all looked indignant upon hearing these words.

Their loved one was murdered in such a cruel way, and while the victim's family was grieving, they were harassed by unscrupulous media.

This is simply too…

Disgusting beyond words.

Looking at the photos in the news report, Yoru Hoshi looked at Yotsuya Miko.

"What about it, can you see anything?"

Yotsuya Miko shook her head.

"Just from this photo, there's nothing to find."

Yukino on the side was very puzzled, wondering if Yotsuya Miko's hidden identity was a famous detective?

Otherwise, why would Yoru Hoshi ask her if she could see anything from the photo?

"There's no point in continuing to discuss it here."

Yoru Hoshi stood up and looked at the internal members of the Overload Club in front of him, and said lightly.

"According to the previous arrangement, I, Miko, Futaba, Tuanzi, Mai, and Yukinoshita-san, will visit the victim's family together and investigate the victim's death location."

"If we can find any clues, we'll gather at Mai's house tomorrow, that's it."

… …

An hour later, in a residential area of ​​Kyoto, outside a two-story detached house.

"This is the place."

Seeing that the members really intended to go in, Yukinoshita Yukino frowned slightly and hesitated.

"Isn't it a bit... too presumptuous to visit so rashly?"

Yukinoshita Yukino had never thought that.

She, who is always outspoken, which easily offends people, would actually advise others on issues of etiquette one day.

Mainly because…

Visiting without any reason, especially when a family member has just passed away, how could the victim's family have a good face?

This is too outrageous.

"Then you can stay outside."

Seeing Yoru Hoshi's casual reply, Yukinoshita Yukino felt very helpless.

With her identity, she really didn't have any power to interfere in this so-called investigation.

According to Yoru Hoshi's abstract personality, it wouldn't surprise Yukino if he did something so outrageous in the eyes of normal people.

But Sakura-jima Mai, Yuigahama Yui, Futaba Rio, and Yotsuya Miko, who usually look very normal, how could they accompany him in his nonsense?

Could it be…

Were they infected?

Does your mental illness have a spreading effect?

What Cthulhu evil god?

While Yukinoshita Yukino was secretly thinking, Yoru Hoshi had already led the group to the door of this two-story apartment and raised his hand to knock.

Almost half a minute passed.

The door opened a tiny crack, and the crisp sound of the anti-theft chain being pulled to its limit could be heard.

From the gap, a middle-aged man with stubble, looking listless and with a heavy expression, could be seen.

The middle-aged man's voice was a little hoarse.

"Are you… reporters?"

Yoru Hoshi turned slightly sideways, pointed to Sakura-jima Mai behind him, and replied with a smile.

"You should know her, right? Actress Sakura-jima Mai, can you let us in to talk?"

The middle-aged man hesitated slightly, but finally nodded.

"Okay."

Before opening the door, he had already observed through the peephole.

Yoru Hoshi and the others didn't look like reporters at all, they all looked like high school students.

Otherwise, the middle-aged man would not have opened the door at all.

After entering the door, everyone could smell the scent of burning incense wafting through the house.

"You don't need to change your shoes, it's okay."

The middle-aged man led everyone to the living room, and what came into view was a portrait photo of a golden-haired girl smiling brightly, with a burning incense stick inserted in the stove.

Yotsuya Miko was very familiar with such a setting.

Just like what her mother arranged after her father died, it was a tool used to commemorate the deceased at home.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

Looking at the middle-aged man's face, Yuigahama Yui pursed her lips and said cautiously.

"Excuse me… are you Asako Sato's father?"

"Yes."

Asako Sato is the name of the murdered girl.

"Please accept our condolences."

Looking at the middle-aged man's old and listless expression, the members of the Overload Club couldn't help but feel heavy in their hearts.

Losing a daughter in middle age… and her daughter died in such a tragic and painful way, they couldn't even imagine the pain in the other's heart.

After Yuigahama Yui finished speaking, Sakura-jima Mai took over the topic on her own initiative.

"The reason for this rash visit is actually because I want to use my identity to call on people in society to work together to find the real culprit who committed such a heinous crime."

Asako Sato's father nodded with a indifferent expression upon hearing this.

"Oh, is that so…"

His eyes looked like they were dead, without any light at all.

Sakura-jima Mai was obviously also conducting such a heavy topic for the first time, but for the sake of the goal of this trip, she continued to speak.

"Can you please take us to see… the place where Asako Sato-san was found?"

The middle-aged man waved his hand.

"It's on the second floor, the leftmost room, you can go up by yourself."

"Okay."

Sakura-jima Mai gave Yotsuya Miko a look, and the two went up to the second floor together and came to the leftmost room.

After carefully opening the door, the scene that came into view was very normal.

It was just an ordinary high school girl's room, with a teddy bear-like doll placed next to the pillow.

The room was cleaned very neatly, and through a transparent glass door, there was a small balcony outside.

After gently closing the door, Yotsuya Miko scanned the furnishings in the room and said softly.

"Open your eyes, Hyakume."

Accompanied by her call, Hyakume, wearing a kimono and clogs, with a piece of linen tied around her eyes, appeared in the room.

"Take a look, can you find anything."

Hyakume nodded slightly and replied: "Okay."

Immediately afterwards, she slowly raised her hand and uncovered the linen covering her eyes.

In her right eye socket was the eyeball belonging to the Slaughtering Oni.

As a god of death who hunts monsters, the Slaughtering Oni's eyeball possesses very special abilities.

As long as there are traces left by evil spirits, no matter how long ago, no matter how small, they cannot escape the search of this eye.

In addition, Hyakume herself belongs to the type of soul's true form that is more inclined to investigation.

It can be said to be a match made in heaven.

"This is…"

Hyakume paced back and forth in the room, scanning around, and finally stopped in front of the glass door leading to the balcony, muttering to herself.

"There are traces, but these traces…"

Yotsuya Miko and Sakura-jima Mai walked over, and saw Hyakume pointing to the handle of the glass door, and said lightly.

"There are some residual traces on this."

Sakura-jima Mai hurriedly asked.

"So, it was indeed caused by evil spirits?"

"No."

Hyakume shook her head, her expression showing confusion.

"This kind of trace is indeed very similar to the aura left by evil spirits, but it's a bit different… It doesn't seem to be just evil spirits, but also that kind of distorted soul trace…"

"Eh? Distorted soul?"

Sakura-jima Mai's pupils shrank upon hearing this.

"Do you mean… this matter is not purely the work of evil spirits… but that kind that occupies the human body, an evil spirit that can disguise itself as a human?"

"It's hard to say."

Hyakume shook her head and replied softly.

"Whether this kind of distortion and madness is the evil spirit manipulating the human body, or the human being using a soul and desire distorted to the extreme, and mastering the initiative by themselves, I can't tell."

… …

At the same time, in the living room on the first floor.

Faced with the silent and somewhat depressing atmosphere, Yuigahama Yui hesitated slightly, but couldn't help but speak.

"Um… Mr. Sato, what about your wife…?"

"Oh, you're talking about Asako's mother."

Asako Sato's father waved his hand, his eyes as still as if he were dead.

"That day, she was the first to discover Asako's body."

"When I returned home, I saw her slumped on the ground, and Asako was dead on the balcony."

"From that moment on, Asako's mother lost her normal thinking ability and became mentally ill."

"In order to avoid stimulating her, I sent her back to my hometown to recuperate."

Looking at the portrait photo placed there, the members of the Overload Club could imagine how wonderful this family was originally.

But because of the distorted desires in the heart of that murderer, it turned into this broken and不堪 appearance.

Futaba Rio took a deep breath, her expression serious.

"Please rest assured, we will definitely catch the murderer."

Hearing these words, Asako Sato's father's eyes finally changed slightly, but he just shook his head, his face ashen.

"My daughter was the second victim, but until now, the Metropolitan Police Department has not caught the culprit."

"Besides, even if they catch him, so what?"

"Legal sanctions are simply not enough to make such a beast experience true pain."