Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

He was only halfway through his sentence when he realized something was wrong and slowly turned around.

What came into view was a pure black mask with a white smiling face on it.

"You… you…!"

The man was so frightened that he took two steps back, his entire body pressed against the wall of the alley, his face horrified.

"The… the Mask…"

"Scared to this extent?"

The smiling face on Nightstar's mask became even more radiant, and his tone seemed very kind.

"That report about the deceased allegedly being involved in compensated dating, you wrote that too, right?"

The man's pupils dilated in shock, he swallowed hard, and barely managed to pull out his phone, stuttering.

"If… if you come any closer… I… I'll call the police!"

"Then call them."

Nightstar's voice still held a smile as he said softly.

"And call the hospital while you're at it, reserve a spot in the morgue."

In the man's horrified gaze, Nightstar then added.

"Oh right, tell the hospital people to bring a bag, otherwise it'll be scattered all over the ground and hard to clean up."

The man's expression was even more terrified, and his back, pressed against the alley wall, was soaked with sweat.

"You… you're committing… a crime…"

"Slap!"

Nightstar directly gave the man a resounding slap, hitting him so hard that his entire brain was dizzy, and he slumped weakly to the ground.

Then, he crouched down, looked directly into the other's eyes, his tone still carrying a smile.

"Since you know the name 'Mask,' do you know what 'Mask' has done?"

Half of the man's face was already swollen, and he said vaguely.

"I… I know…"

"You know jack shit!"

Nightstar raised his hand again, giving the man's other cheek a resounding slap, completing the perfect achievement of making both sides of his face symmetrical.

"That's a rhetorical question that doesn't need an answer, what are you answering? Huh?"

The man had an expression as if he wanted to cry but had no tears, not to mention daring to be angry but not daring to speak, he didn't even dare to be angry. He thought to himself, judging by your tone, it doesn't sound like a rhetorical question.

That's what he thought, but he didn't dare to say half a word more.

As someone in the media industry, he had naturally heard of the urban legends about "Mask."

Single-handedly killed the armed bandits at Kyoto Municipal Kindergarten, infiltrated the Kyoto Municipal Museum, and escaped unscathed.

Attacked a violent gang and killed all the members inside. It is said that the scene was very cruel, and even experienced forensic doctors almost threw up after entering.

The train malfunction incident some time ago also seemed to have inextricable links with him.

This guy is different from those parties involved that the man had reported on in the past.

"Mask" has really killed people, and killed many.

"Oh? Scared?"

Noticing the man's eyes, the smiling face on Nightstar's mask suddenly disappeared, and he said coldly.

"I ask you, did the victim engage in compensated dating before his death?"

Facing his emotionless gaze, as if he was about to kill him in the next second, the man didn't dare to lie at all, and answered tremblingly.

"No… no… no, I… I made it up…"

"Oh, I see."

Nightstar nodded noncommittally, pointed to the camera held in the man's arms, then patted the other's shoulder and smiled kindly.

"You took a lot of photos today, right?"

The man, looking completely submissive, handed over the camera in his hand.

"Please… please accept it."

Nightstar looked down at the camera in his hand and teased with a chuckle.

"Whoa, you're using it very professionally, is it an SLR?"

The man squeezed out a smile on his face, which was swollen like a pig's head.

"After all… I'm still considered a journalist…"

"Slap!"

Before the other could finish speaking, Nightstar slapped him again, this time with much more force, even knocking out several teeth from the man's mouth.

"You're not worthy to call yourself a journalist? Shut up."

After saying this, black flames burned in Nightstar's hand, directly burning the camera storing the photos into ashes.

Seeing this scene, the man was stunned.

What is this!?

How can someone's hand burn with flames?

And it's black?

This doesn't conform to science!

"Haven't seen it before? Is this your first time seeing it? Is it new?"

Nightstar smiled, looked directly into the man's eyes, and slowly said.

"If you do this kind of thing again in the future, I will visit you at night."

"Okay… okay, I understand."

Looking at the man's submissive and terrified appearance, Nightstar nodded in satisfaction.

But when he got up and walked to the entrance of the alley, he stopped again.

"After thinking about it carefully…"

Nightstar turned around, and the white smiling pattern reappeared on the pure black mask.

"Just this little bit of physical harm isn't enough for you to learn a lesson, let's add a little more."

Then, Nightstar slowly stretched out his right hand towards the terrified man.

"Come out."

In the man's horrified gaze, a pale, ghostly hand with jet-black nails on its five fingers instantly appeared in the air.

Then, it slowly reached towards his body.

"Don't… don't… don't come over!"

The man rolled and crawled, crawling on the sewage-filled alley floor, trying to escape into the distance.

But the ear-piercing sound of nails scraping against the wall behind him was unhurried, approaching him little by little.

When he crawled to the corner, the ear-piercing sound finally disappeared.

Just as the man breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to check, he saw the huge pale ghost hand, opening its five fingers, rushing towards his body at lightning speed.

"No… no!"

The man was so frightened that his eyes rolled back, his body convulsing, unable to withstand this great terror, he lost consciousness.

…

When Nightstar returned to the group with a relaxed expression, Yukinoshita Yukino frowned slightly, looking somewhat dissatisfied.

"Nightstar, this is supposed to be a group activity, yet you made us all wait for you for so long. What exactly did you go to do?"

Nightstar replied with a casual smile.

"Oh, I went to help others."

"Help others?"

Looking at Yukino's slightly puzzled look, Nightstar just took it for granted.

"Besides, everyone is very willing to wait for me, right?"

Yukino frowned slightly, and was about to say something when she saw that Yajima Mai and others were nodding in agreement, and could only shake her head helplessly.

"Sigh… you guys are really too indulgent of him…"

Nightstar looked at the members of the Occult Club: "In short, the pursuit of the Teru Teru Bozu killer ends here today. Everyone, disperse."

After everyone else left, Yukinoshita Yukino asked curiously.

"What did you just say? Pursuit? Isn't it investigation?"

"Hey, it's the same thing, the same thing. Pursuit sounds a little cooler, doesn't it?"

Yukino nodded, expressing her agreement.

"That makes sense."

…

After disbanding, Nightstar brought Yukinoshita Yukino to the shopping street.

"Night… Nightstar."

Kawasaki Saki was wearing ordinary short sleeves and jeans, and didn't dress up specially, but her tall and well-proportioned figure, as well as her bright light blue high ponytail, still formed a beautiful sight.

Originally, Kawasaki Saki's eyes held a bit of shyness and coyness.

But when she saw that Nightstar was also accompanied by Yukinoshita Yukino, she couldn't help but frown.

"Yukinoshita? What is she doing here?"

"Hmm…"

Nightstar seemed to be thinking about how to answer this question, and after a while, he smiled and said.

"Yukinoshita has temporarily become my pet during this period."

Chapter 160 Nightstar's Cohabitation Invitation, The Real Motives of the Serial Killer

"Pet…?"

Kawasaki Saki's expression changed when she heard this, and she was greatly shocked.

Is he driving?

He must be driving!?

A beautiful, long-haired, black-haired girl in her first year of high school is going to be a pet for a boy of the same age?

Kawasaki Saki didn't dare to think about what would happen next.

"Nightstar…"

Yukinoshita Yukino frowned slightly, narrowed her eyes, and her voice carried a hint of coldness.

"Please don't make such misleading jokes in front of Kawasaki."

Nightstar smiled and asked back indifferently.

"Yukinoshita, you are inseparable from me, and you also live under the same roof as me. May I ask, what words can be used to describe this relationship other than pet?"

Faced with this question, Yukinoshita Yukino opened her lips, but found that she really couldn't find a suitable word to describe the current relationship between herself and Nightstar.

First of all, it wasn't Nightstar who begged her to live together.

On the contrary.

It was Yukino herself who didn't want to return to Chiba during the summer vacation, so her mother entrusted her to Nightstar.