Women only affect the speed of my reasoning!

In order to avoid the risk of old scores being turned over, he investigated and found out that he was regarded as one of the suspects by police officer Tomonari and others at the time, and finally found Odagiri Toshiya, who had a long-term extortion relationship with Ninoho.

So Futo Kyosuke used this as an entry point and planned a series of subsequent assassinations.

He thought he had transferred the suspicion so perfectly, but today, he personally exposed himself because of his rashness.

No… maybe it’s not completely exposed yet…

Maybe I just saw it wrong at the scene at the office door at noon?

With his heart wildly swinging back and forth, Fudo Kyosuke quickly left his office and went downstairs to the hospital parking lot.

He opened the door and got into the cab, inserted the key and started the car. Amidst the buzzing sound of the engine, the car radio was turned on.

The radio stations Fuudo Kyousuke listens to on his way to and from work are all fixed. When he is at work, it is the normal morning radio station, and after get off work, since it is usually late, it is the late-night radio station that plays soothing music.

But because he got off work surprisingly early today, when the radio station was turned on, what was playing was not pleasant music, but the voice of a certain program host.

And it is not a normal interview program, but a popular science program focusing on Japanese folk ghost legends. It seems to be telling a story about a person being killed and his resentment turning into a ghost for revenge. Listening to this made the already upset Fuudo Kyosuke even more irritated. Just turn off the radio.

So the car slowly drove out of the hospital with the boring and dull sound of the engine.

Just as the rolling traffic outside the hospital gate merged smoothly into the road, Fuudo Kyosuke caught a glimpse of the screen of his mobile phone placed on the mobile phone holder at the air conditioning outlet suddenly lighting up, and the caller ID popped up with a buzzing vibrating sound.

The caller was a doctor colleague who worked in the same psychotherapy department as him.

Futo Kyosuke hesitated for two seconds and didn't really want to answer it, but after thinking for a while, he still picked up the phone and controlled the car smoothly in the traffic with one hand on the steering wheel.

The call is connected.

"Hello?" Kyosuke Futo tried to slow down his tone as much as possible.

"Uh, Fengto, it's me. I see your office door is closed now. Are you already off work?" came a cheerful voice on the other end of the phone.

"Well, I feel a little unwell today, so I'm going to leave first."

"That's it... it's a pity that I got off work early today. I originally wanted to ask you to go out for a drink together. Since you are not feeling well, then forget it. It seems that we can only do it next time."

"Then next time."

Futo Kyousuke smiled and said.

After saying this, he was about to hang up the phone when he suddenly heard a soft cry from the other party.

"Futo, is there any noise on your phone?"

"Yes, yes..."

About half an hour later, Fuudo Kyosuke drove the car slowly into a high-end residential area in Tokyo.

He drove slowly on purpose, and after confirming from a distance that there was no police car parked downstairs, he drove over and parked the car in the parking garage downstairs.

"It seems that the police haven't found anything yet..."

When he turned off the car, Futo Kyousuke happily muttered to himself in the driver's seat.

He took the elevator all the way upstairs. When the elevator door reached the floor and the safety door opened, the corridor outside the door was also empty.

This made Futo Kyosuke even more reassured.

He walked out of the elevator confidently and boldly to his door, took out his house key and prepared to open the door.

The moment the security door was opened, a piece of paper falling from the crack in the door attracted the attention of the psychiatrist.

It was indeed just a piece of paper, irregularly shaped, as if a kindergarten child had torn it off from a complete piece of paper.

He picked it up and took a look. The paper was a blood-red color, with a sentence written on it using white paint that had not yet dried.

——They are still looking for you, but I have found you, Fudo Kyosuke

Signed by Ninoho.

Chapter 280 Deadly Magic

Hitoshi... Ninoho! ?

After more than a year, the name buried deep in his heart appeared in front of him again. Futo Kyousuke's first reaction was not a prank, but fear.

Who discovered his biggest secret?

Futo Kyosuke doesn’t know.

But what he was sure of was that the person who wrote this piece of paper was not the same as the police, and he knew much more about the case that happened a year ago than the police did, and it was very likely that he knew all the truth.

A deep chill ran down his spine and into his heart, causing the young psychiatrist to shudder quietly.

The other party was like a ghost that had been surrounding him for some time, and he was completely unaware of it.

What should I do? Should I run away?

But in that case...

While hesitating, Futo Kyousuke suddenly felt a moist and sticky feeling on the index and middle fingers of his left hand holding the piece of paper.

He subconsciously turned over the piece of paper and took a look, only to see a line of words written on the back of the piece of paper. The original writing was vaguely visible in the blur of white paint.

——Please come in.

Futo Kyousuke's hands trembled slightly.

What should I do? Do you want to go in?

There should be no problem. Judging from the other party's intention, it seems that he hasn't told the police the truth yet, so he probably wants to talk about it.

If they talk about it, they probably mean they want hush money, but since they're here...

Fudo Kyosuke gritted his teeth.

He is a rather vicious person, otherwise he would not have been able to continuously attack and assassinate police officers.

And now that the other party has chosen to take the initiative to show up, then he has come at the right time, so he will just keep doing nothing... Stay!

Having made up his mind, Fuudo Kyousuke reached out to hold the door handle and slowly pushed the door open. The whole process of opening the door was very slow, but he used all his strength. The muscles in his arms bulged, as if he was on guard against danger at any time.

But what surprised Kyousuke Futo was that when he pushed the security door completely open, what appeared in front of him was an empty room.

The lights in the house were turned off and it was dark. Only the window in the living room that he opened when he left in the morning was still letting in the wind. The curtains that were blown up by the night wind from time to time seemed to mock his cowardice.

"This……"

Futo Kyosuke was stunned.

After a while, he took a tentative step toward the door.

Nothing happened.

He carefully reached out and touched the wall in the dark to find the light switch using muscle memory. When he pressed the switch, his vision suddenly brightened.

Just like when I left in the morning, everything in the living room was still in the same place. The sofa and coffee table had not been moved. It didn't look like anyone had been there.

It seems that the other party did not enter the house...

Futo Kyosuke thought so.

However, just when he lowered his head to change his shoes, another piece of bright red paper broke into his eyes and lay quietly on the top shelf of the shoe rack. The position was just right, as if it was deliberately meant for him to see. The same.

There is another line of words above.

——Please put on your shoes and come to the window. I wrote everything down there.

Window, windowside?

The corner of Futo Kyosuke's eyes twitched slightly, and that lingering feeling came to his heart again. He didn't even care about changing his shoes, so he dropped the paper in his hand and strode straight towards the open window.

He came to the window and opened the curtains. The icy cold wind from high altitude immediately poured in unimpeded, and a piece of paper hung by a rope was blown in with the airflow.

Futo Kyousuke subconsciously took a look and saw that there were only three short words on it.

--farewell.

"Varied……"

Before Kyosuke Futo could react, he was shocked when he heard a snap and all the lights in the living room went out without warning.

Darkness returned.

He stood blankly on the spot. After a moment of stalemate, he mechanically turned his head and looked behind him, with a look of astonishment on his side face.

At the same time, footsteps came from the direction of the door in the darkness, shaking step by step, from far to near.

The sound was like stepping on the floor with bare feet, and the soles of the feet were covered with smelly, sticky pus and blood. When the flesh and the ground were squeezed, bubbles were broken in the rotten and sticky juice.

The spooky and scary tunes played in the living room at some point. It was gentle and unobtrusive but enough to stir up the atmosphere.

Normally Futo Kyosuke would have been able to detect the mystery, but now he was completely filled with huge fear, and his eyes were fixed on the door.

Through the moonlight shining through the window, he dimly saw a dark red bloody footprint appear on the floor.

And then the second... the third...

No one was seen, but footprints were seen.

It feels like BT passing by in Death Stranding.

Some people may not think it is scary, but don’t forget that players can often make the most rational and correct actions when they are separated from the screen, but when they are truly immersed in the scene, even Sam, who has experienced hundreds of battles, can only I can hold my breath and pray desperately in my heart without making any sound.

Not to mention Kyosuke Futo, a completely panicked psychiatrist.

"Futo..."

In the void, someone's voice sounded faintly.

Hearing this voice, Fudo Kyousuke's eyes suddenly widened.

He remembered this voice, it was clearly Ninoho's voice!

It was the voice of Ninoho who died more than a year ago!

It's just different from what he remembered. At this moment, Ninoho's voice sounded like it was coming from under the Nine Netherworld. It was hoarse and deep, full of incomparable resentment, but it was so clear, like a fierce ghost demanding life.

"Don't...don't come here!"

Futo Kyousuke yelled in horror and backed away desperately.

The fear in his heart prevented him from caring about anything else, and he even forgot that there was no escape route behind him, only an open window.

So the ending was determined at this moment.

In a dazed sense of weightlessness, Futo Kyosuke heard the sound of the howling wind in his ears, and the night view of Tokyo city came into his field of vision upside down.

Then—

boom!

About ten seconds after Kyosuke Futo fell from the building, all the strange phenomena in the living room of the apartment stopped, but the printer in his study started up with a chirping sound and began to print automatically.

At the same time, in the ward of Tokyo Central Hospital, a few kilometers away from the upscale community.

Qin Ushu sat beside the hospital bed, watching the countdown display on his phone. He quietly moved his finger to close the timer application, recalled the audio file recorded by the bug previously placed in Fuudo Kyousuke's car, and clicked the option to delete. Then he continued to study the information transferred from the Toto University Affiliated Hospital by the Baimumu Police Department.

Miwako, lying on her back on the hospital bed, made a bored sound.

"Umbrella Shu..."

"Huh?" Hearing this, the high school detective put down the information in his hand slightly, "What's wrong, Miwako-sama, do you need to go to the bathroom?"

"Nah!"

The policewoman subconsciously increased her tone.

"If I remember correctly, tomorrow seems to be Monday. Usanshu, you should be going to school, right?"

"Yeah...right, but it's okay. I've already said hello to the head teacher." Qin Ushu pondered for a moment and nodded.

"Are you on leave?"

"No, I just said I would arrive later. The Megure Police Department said that Yumi Miyamoto will come to pick up my shift tomorrow morning. It seems that she is also your colleague Miwako-san. She will be responsible for taking care of you during the day."

"Oh Yumi..."

Miwako showed a true expression.

Then she asked again.

"Then, what about tonight?"

"I'm coming over tonight, what's wrong?"