Chapter 48: Existence (1/2)

“There’s only one thing I don’t understand, how you would know about my existence.” The only person Masashi told was Ryutaro Maeda, so it’s logically impossible for anyone to know about it.

“Originally, I didn’t need to answer any of your questions, but since the ritual can only be held at 12:00 at midnight. There is still a little time until then, so consider this my gift to you.”

“In fact, I initially didn’t know about you, but I have a very talented brother, he often hacked someone else’s computer via a network. There was once he accidentally hacked the Metropolitan Police Department’s server, and saw the report about me. The report was made by a police officer called Maeda. The entire ambush plan was also initiated by him.”

“According to the report that my brother found, there was a time Maeda wrote a report to his superiors, referring to the killer, that my motive was to hold a blood sacrifice. As I mentioned, this was a guess that a teenager brought up. And according to this speculation, they checked my plan based on this aspect, and finally found a clue. This report then produced the subsequent ambush plan on me.”

“The boy he was referring to, was you, Gennai Masashi. Am I right?”

“You found someone to investigate police officer Maeda?”

“Yes. After a month of investigation, I found out that he often came into contact with a young man and that young man can only be you, so I knew you were the person I’m looking for.”

“So that’s it. That’s why you invited us to your home, drugged our meal so that you can both get your revenge and have sacrificial offerings. Really killing two birds with one stone. If I knew you’d drug our meal, I wouldn’t have accepted your invitation.” Masashi said as he cursed police officer Maeda in his heart.

‘His grandmother, I did nothing. But now I’m being used as a sacrificial offering.’

‘A man of integrity who’s being treated in such a way can only be regarded as unfortunate.’

“Why did I come across of such a thing, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die….” Shizuko, listening to their conversation, finally couldn’t help but cry out.

“I don’t want to die, don’t, let me, help me, help me….” Shizuko’s boyfriend followed up and yelled.

“Time is running out. I want to start doing some preparation. Excuse me, Gennai-san.” His tone was that of an old friend. But the more he did so, the more Masashi thought he was a lunatic.

The others wailed while Maruo went around the giant circle, having a total of twelve position like that of a clock, lighting a candle for each position.