Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

"Yukino-shita-san, is there something you need?"

"Still playing dumb?"

Rarely did such anger appear on Yukino-shita Yukino's usually serene face, as she held her phone out to Yoru-hoshi.

The latter lowered his head to look, discovering that it was the column report featuring the Overload Club members, accepting Suka Natsumi's interview.

"Is something the matter?"

"Is something the matter?"

Seeing Yoru-hoshi still acting as if he didn't care, Yukino-shita Yukino's meager chest rose and fell with the intensity of her emotions, as she bit her silver teeth and said.

"You! Don't you realize that this column report could very well make you… and others, targets of that serial killer!?"

Yoru-hoshi still maintained his smile, waving his hand and saying.

"Perhaps, I'm using this method to try and reel in a big fish?"

"You…"

Yukino was so angry that she almost couldn't speak, slamming both hands heavily on the desk, her brow furrowed as she said.

"What do you think this is? Do you think this is still a game!? The other party is a genuine serial killer, even if you don't think about your own safety, you should at least consider the safety of Yuigahama-san, Futaba-san, Yotsuya-san, Mai-senpai, and most importantly, Amano-san, right?"

Unexpectedly, upon hearing her words, the flippant smile on Yoru-hoshi's face instantly disappeared.

Replaced by a look of seriousness that he had never shown, even when facing the students and teachers of Shuchiin Academy.

"Of course, this isn't a game."

Yoru-hoshi stared straight into Yukino-shita Yukino's eyes, slowly opening his mouth to speak.

"However, it can also be treated as a game."

"Admittedly, this method of using the interview report as bait does carry some risk."

"But this is a method that has been unanimously approved by all members, including myself."

Yukino-shita Yukino was seeing Yoru-hoshi looking so serious for the first time, she couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, before hesitantly saying after a long while.

"But… we've already deduced that the Sunny Doll Killer's actions are based on believing in that so-called Sunny Girl legend, and with just a little more time, we can…"

"Can what?"

Before Yukino-shita Yukino could finish speaking, Yoru-hoshi directly interrupted her.

"Before new cases occur, it means that no new clues will be generated."

"Furthermore, with five cases already having occurred, the Metropolitan Police Department still hasn't been able to catch the killer's flaws, so what's the point of continuing to wait?"

"Waiting for him to make a mistake? That's simply too naive."

Yukino-shita Yukino frowned, pursing her lips.

"So, you're going to use your own life and Yuigahama-san's and the others' lives as a gamble?"

"Gamble?"

Hearing this word, Yoru-hoshi smiled and shook his head, slowly opening his mouth to speak.

"Yukino-shita-san, do you think this is a life-or-death gamble? You've probably misunderstood."

Speaking to this point, Yoru-hoshi stood up, uttering a series of arrogant words that filled Yukino-shita Yukino's heart with complex emotions.

"That so-called Sunny Doll Killer has already fallen into a dead end."

"When he loses only depends on when he takes the bait."

"Our Overload Club will never fail."

"We will win."

… …

The next evening.

"Oh my, it's really been raining all day."

Yuigahama's mother pulled open the curtains, glancing at the rainy sky outside, her hand on her cheek, worried.

"Seriously, it's raining every day, I can't even dry the laundry."

Yuigahama's mother sighed, noticing the delicate box placed on the table, curiously asking.

"Eh? Did you buy snacks? Let me have a taste."

"No!"

Just as Yuigahama's mother reached out her hand, before she could even touch the box, Yuigahama Yui snatched it into her arms as if she had been stepped on the tail.

"Eh oh ara?"

Yuigahama's mother wore a knowing smile, covering her mouth and giggling.

"Could it be, this is for Yoru-hoshi-kun?"

Yuigahama Yui blushed, softly responding.

"Mm…"

"Giri?"

"Ho… ho… ho… ho…"

Yuigahama Yui's face flushed red, unable to say those two words, after a long while, she suddenly sighed with a dim expression.

"Mom, I'm worried… that what I made isn't delicious enough, what if Yoru-hoshi-san dislikes it… what should I do?"

Yuigahama's mother shook her head, stepping forward to stroke her daughter's head, softly saying.

"Don't worry, Yoru-hoshi-kun won't dislike it, what's important is the heart contained in your gift, not the taste itself, understand?"

Having received her mother's encouragement, Yuigahama Yui clearly became more confident, nodding her head.

"Mm, then I understand."

"Since you understand, why don't you hurry up and deliver it?"

"Eh?"

Yuigahama Yui glanced out the window, hesitating.

"But, it's still raining…"

Yuigahama's mother smiled.

"Once you've made up your mind, you have to do it, Yui, don't hesitate!"

"Okay!"

Yuigahama Yui thought to herself that she had been hesitating for so long, it was time to put aside all other matters and express her true feelings.

Just like Miura Yumiko had told her.

Friendships that require you to disguise yourself and carefully maintain them, are not worth that much to begin with.

Furthermore, Yuigahama Yui didn't think that the feelings between the Overload Club members were so shallow and easily broken.

Continuing to unilaterally conceal them would be an insult to the feelings between the members.

"Then Mom, I'm going out!"

Yuigahama Yui put on her shoes, about to push open the door and leave.

Upon seeing this, Yuigahama's mother hurriedly picked up the delicate box on the table, handing it to her daughter, smiling wryly.

"What's the rush, you forgot to take the thing, here, and the umbrella."

Yuigahama Yui took the box and umbrella, then ran towards the elevator.

Yuigahama's mother waved her hand in the back, with a gentle smile on her face, saying.

"Be careful on the way."

"I know."

At the same time, unnoticed by both Yuigahama's mother and Yuigahama Yui, on the rooftop of a high-rise building opposite the apartment building where they lived.

A man wearing a black hoodie, his face covered with a yellowed old mask, revealing only a pair of eyes filled with malice and distortion, was using binoculars to monitor the exit of the apartment building.

When he saw Yuigahama Yui walking out, holding a delicate box, carrying an umbrella, and wearing casual clothes, a look of madness and excitement flashed in his eyes.

The man stretched out his left hand, catching the rain falling from the sky, raising his head to look at the cloudy sky, the pupils in his bloodshot eyes abnormally dilated.

"Soon… soon, I will offer a sacrifice to you!"

Immediately afterwards, he took out an old-fashioned mobile phone from his chest, dialing a number.

"Hello, this is the Kyoto City Television hotline, how can I help you?"

The man's voice was as harsh as a broken gong.

"I have a news tip."

"May I ask, what kind of news tip is it?"

The man's voice carried a strange smile, slowly opening his mouth to say.

"In an hour, which is at nine o'clock tonight, the Sunny Doll Killer himself will appear at Suka Editor's studio, you can check the location yourself."

Hearing this sentence, the operator on the other side was clearly stunned for a moment, carefully opening her mouth to say.

"This… how do you know?"

A look of pleasure and enjoyment appeared in the man's eyes, saying word by word.

"Because I am the Sunny Doll Killer."

… …

On the other side, Yuigahama Yui, who had just arrived at the train station, heard the announcement that the train service was suspended due to the heavy rain.

"This… how could this happen…"

Yuigahama Yui pursed her lips, the clothes on her left shoulder were slightly wet, even with an umbrella, due to the heavy rain.

For some reason.

Although it had been raining frequently during this period, today's rain was particularly heavy, as if the gods were angry.

"What… should I do…"

Yuigahama Yui muttered to herself, holding the cookie box in her right hand even tighter, her eyes gradually becoming firm.

"Never mind so much!"

Yuigahama Yui bit her silver teeth tightly, holding the umbrella in her left hand, protecting the cookie box in her right hand against her chest, and ran out of the train station at a quick pace.

Her house wasn't too far from where Yoru-hoshi lived, only about four or five kilometers away.

However, as the rain grew heavier and heavier, a gust of wind arose around her.

Rather than using the umbrella to shield herself from above, Yuigahama Yui's actions at this time were more like using the umbrella as a shield, resisting the rain swept over by the wind.

Even so, she still carefully protected the cookie box, not even a drop of rain splashing on it.

Due to the sudden heavy rain, there wasn't even a single pedestrian to be seen on this usually lively street.

Only the occasional vehicles on the road, their lights illuminating Yuigahama Yui, who was struggling to move forward in the storm.

She had also thought about taking a taxi, but she couldn't even see one.

"Haa… just a little further."

Yuigahama Yui muttered to herself.

"I've already walked, haa… about two hundred meters, right…"

Just as Yuigahama Yui was struggling to move forward, she inadvertently turned her head and suddenly noticed a mysterious person wearing a black hoodie and a yellowed mask, following closely behind her.

The other person's bloodshot pupils, even under the cover of the pouring rain, exuded a terrifying and distorted meaning that made people feel chilling.