I Just Want to Be an Ordinary Writer

In response, he just showed a reserved, noncommittal smile.

Kirihara Misaki glanced at him, shook his head and stopped talking.

The center of the meeting was not someone from the Sendai Metropolitan Police Department, not even... anyone present.

The lights in the large conference room were turned off, and only the projection screen in front was put down—the screen was on a connecting video call—and the other party did not turn on the camera.

"Everyone should have the information on the slashing case. We won't repeat it here, and go straight to the topic."

An obviously processed, slightly mechanized voice came from the audio: "My Japanese is not very good. For the sake of the rigor and accuracy of the wording of the case description and presumption, I will use the language I am accustomed to use next. Translated words , leave it to Miss Aoba, she has cooperated with us countless times, please believe what she conveys."

Kanno Ken heard the words and his eyes fell on the woman sitting in front of the computer.

The woman looked unremarkable, wearing a pair of glasses that seemed to have a high degree, squinted her eyes with difficulty to meet everyone in the conference room, and then showed a cramped smile: "Hello, my name is Aoba Hitomi. I am in the task force. During the investigation, I will be responsible for the simultaneous interpretation and the handover of case-related materials throughout the process."

The person on the other end of the video seemed impatient with such meaningless greetings and self-introductions.

Aoba Hitomi's voice fell, and the indistinguishable voice of men and women in the sound came out again.

- Kanno Ken frowned slightly.

Without complacency, he said that in order to adapt to his own identity, he could naturally change at any time. He had learned no less than ten languages, and various minor languages ​​were also slightly involved.But... it doesn't seem to be any language in this world.

Sounds more like...

According to specific rules and rules, using the existing phonetic symbols to create a new language - for a small part of people, this is not too difficult, just...why?

If Ken Kanno can give him a little time, maybe he can decipher this language, after all, a ready-made translator is in front of him.

"I won't mention the previous case, I'll just say the conclusion."

As the unfamiliar language rang out, Aoba Hitomi's voice also rang out: "I found some patterns, but because the location of the incident is limited to Sendai City, I can't put it into practice. If possible... I hope After I have said the conclusion, you can think about the practical problems.”

"First, exclude the situation where the victim needs to be alone. For this, please refer to the case in the Christmas Eve playground. The presence of two victims at the same time also confirms this conclusion."

"Second, it should be a matter of timing. I'm sorry, because I'm not in Sendai, so this is 10% guesswork."

Aoba Tong looked down at the ground, as if she really regarded herself as a translation machine: "Everyone knows that the reason why urban legends are circulated is because there are always people who will practice them and then spread them further. Maybe just At this very moment in our meeting, there are people doing those things. So why are there only a few victims?"

"Tsk!"

Kirihara Misaki smacked his lips when he heard the words.

Kanno Ken turned to look at her - she had a clear and unpleasant look on her face, and she thought she was dissatisfied with the word "only" in the other party's mouth.

Aoba Hitomi was not disturbed: "There should be a time interval between 'death' and 'survival'. In this interval, as long as you make the correct 'life behavior', you can avoid death."

"We can see from the lack of connection and common characteristics of the victims that the murderer killed indiscriminately. Then the 'behavior that can bring life' mentioned above must be very easy to satisfy, otherwise Sendai City must be a hell on earth now."

"Wait a moment!"

Someone interrupted each other.

Kanno Ken turned his head to look - it was someone from the Tokyo headquarters.

It was a middle-aged man in his 40s. He frowned and stood up: "I don't know if I understand it wrong, I will listen to you... How can there be a feeling that we are investigating a supernatural event?"

"This is just a reasonable inference, please don't take it out of context." Aoba Tong translated immediately following the voice in the audio: "I said that my inference needs to be tested by you in Sendai City to confirm it. If it can't be confirmed, then I was wrong and I can accept all the consequences, including being kicked out of the task force."

"Confirmed? How to confirm?"

"Huh?" - The other party made a questioning voice that did not need translation.

Then he continued: "Does your country... don't have death row prisoners?"

"Nonsense!" The middle-aged man shouted angrily, pointing at Qingye Tong and yelling: "What's the difference between you doing this and that murderer? This is not a game!"

"Don't attack Miss Aoba, she's just conveying what I mean." The person on the other end of the video call returned to Japanese with a slightly stiffer pronunciation: "Of course we are different from that murderer. The appropriate choice is only for progress. , Only with progress can the occurrence of the slashing case be stopped from the source."

"to be honest..."

There seemed to be a smile in the other party's voice: "The murderer over there has already started to upgrade the modus operandi. If you still stagnate, the analysis results we have drawn will soon be invalid. At this time, we will Know how to be flexible.”

After the words fell, a supernatural forum jumped out on the projection screen.

The forum page is stuck on a hot thread.

The title of the post is - [Eye of Truth]

Chapter 041 The same progress (Part 3, 4/[-])

"what do you want to say?"

The middle-aged man frowned for no apparent reason, still displeased by the other party's proposal to experiment with death row inmates.

"Actually, I think it's too early to come up with this thing, after all, the previous inference has not been confirmed."

The other party switched back to that self-created language.

Aoba Tong seemed to have long been used to this rhythm, and quickly followed the translation: "We checked this story, and before this person posted it, this story did not exist. It was only made up recently."

"Imagine if you were the murderer. Would you feel excited or...happy about killing indiscriminately, meaninglessly?"

"Don't be in a hurry to show that frowning look."

Obviously, video calling is not a decoration.

Although the other party did not show his face, the camera facing the conference room was obviously turned on - the other party could clearly see the expressions of everyone in the conference room.