Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

“Tch…”

The Sunny Doll Killer gritted his teeth, his hood and face mask completely soaked and stained with mud from being pressed into the sewage water.

He looked utterly disheveled.

But…

He first glanced at “Mask” standing before him, then turned his gaze to the three esper users in the distance.

The Sunny Doll Killer could sense it.

These four individuals also possessed some kind of special ability.

To fight four opponents and break free?

No…

That wasn't a good choice.

Since he had gone to the trouble of risking exposure to bring the TV station's reporter and cameraman here and start a live broadcast,

Then he would use this opportunity to make the world notice him!

The Sunny Doll Killer made his decision.

First, complete the TV station's exclusive interview.

Then, kill everyone at the scene.

After speaking with Yagami Soichiro, Futaba Rio walked up to the TV reporter and cameraman and said indifferently.

“You can start the interview now.”

“Eh, oh… okay.”

The reporter was taken aback for a moment, then cautiously took the microphone and approached the Sunny Doll Killer.

“Um… Mr. Sunny Doll Killer, why are you doing this? What is your motive?”

After all, as a professional TV reporter, the first question he asked was what the audience in front of the screen wanted to know most.

At the same time, this also satisfied the Sunny Doll Killer's twisted desire for attention.

“Why do I do these things?”

Facing the live camera, the Sunny Doll Killer pointed to the heavy rain falling from the sky, opened his arms, and a look of brainwashed fanaticism appeared in his eyes.

“Only by using this method to complete the live sacrifice to the gods can we bring sunny days!”

Hearing these outrageous words, the reporter couldn't help but pause, and asked in confusion.

“You mean… the so-called live sacrifice is to kill those young girls, make them into Sunny Dolls, and offer them to… the gods?”

“That's right!”

At this moment, the Sunny Doll Killer was like someone who had been suppressed for a long time and was finally venting, speaking much faster and sounding incredibly excited.

“Only this method can appease the wrath of the gods, otherwise the rain will not stop!”

Hearing this sentence, Yozora, standing not far away, exchanged a glance with Futaba Rio next to the cameraman.

As expected.

The Sunny Doll Killer's motive was the same as the Overlimit members had guessed.

Then next.

It was time to start turning him into a clown.

Yozora walked to the camera and waved, as if greeting the audience in front of the screen.

“Hello everyone, I am ‘Mask’.”

The reporter, the cameraman, and the Sunny Doll Killer were all stunned.

What are you doing?

Do you really think you're a big star being interviewed?

At this moment, Amano Hina, who was watching the live broadcast on TV, muttered to herself when she saw Yozora's action.

“Finally… it's starting.”

She stood up and opened the glass door of the balcony.

The rain mixed with the gale, bringing icy coldness, beat against Amano Hina's face.

Looking at the torrential rain pouring down like a river, Amano Hina took a deep breath, put her hands together again, lowered her head, and closed her eyes.

…

“So you mean, if you don't use the method of live sacrifice, the rain will never stop?”

Listening to the reporter's question, the Sunny Doll Killer's sense of accomplishment and satisfaction reached its peak.

“That is beyond doubt, the only one who can prevent the city from being flooded and save the entire Sakura Province is me, the agent of the gods…”

The Sunny Doll Killer opened his arms and raised his head, looking imposing.

But when he was halfway through his words, he was stunned.

The reporter and cameraman looked up at the sky in the direction the Sunny Doll Killer was staring.

The rain… stopped?

“The sky is clearing up.”

Yozora put his right arm around the Sunny Doll Killer's shoulder, and the two stood in front of the camera like that, and he also specifically emphasized it again to the camera lens.

“The rain has stopped.”

Silence.

Deafening silence, which even made people feel a little awkward.

The sudden stop of the rain, combined with the Sunny Doll Killer's confident, arrogant, and what gods and live sacrifices he had just mentioned…

“This guy… is a lunatic, right?”

“He's a psycho.”

“Yeah, what does the rain stopping or not have to do with you killing people?”

“Where do gods come from in this world?”

“A clown with a brain problem.”

…

Although he was a serial killer who had committed five shocking cases, most of the audience had never seen the crime scene or the photos of the victims.

The rumored cruel methods were indeed enough to instill fear in them.

But after the live broadcast started, what was the so-called Sunny Doll Killer's performance?

First, an arrogant declaration.

Then, someone grabbed his head with one hand and pressed him into the sewage on the ground like a dog.

Then, there were the nonsensical words about gods, changing the weather, and live sacrifices.

As a result, before he could finish speaking, the rain suddenly stopped, giving him a hard slap in the face.

This is simply…

A clown trying to attract attention.

And this was just the beginning.

Facing the Sunny Doll Killer standing in place, completely unable to accept reality, Yozora intimately put his arm around the other's shoulder and began to output with all his strength.

“You don't really think you are a chosen agent of some god? A special person who can change the weather, right?”

“The so-called live sacrifice and the weather clearing up are just coincidences.”

“Looking at your confident and arrogant appearance, do you really think of yourself as someone?”

“Your actions have no meaning, just like a dog wagging its tail for pity… oh no, saying you're a dog is too insulting to dogs.”

“You are just a crybaby, a giant infant who craves attention from the outside world.”

Speaking of this, a smiling white pattern appeared on Yozora's black mask, and he approached the Sunny Doll Killer's ear, his voice not loud, but enough for the other party and all the audience in front of the screen to hear clearly.

“Everyone is concerned about the five innocent young girls who died, as for you?”

“You are nothing, no one has the slightest interest in you as a person.”

The Sunny Doll Killer's pupils shrank, and he pushed away Yozora's arm, took a few steps back, and covered his head with his hands.

“No… that's not how it is!”

His eyes became more and more distorted, and he roared almost frantically.

“You don't understand what I've been through! From childhood to adulthood…”

“Uh-huh, got it, got it.”

Yozora looked bored and waved his hand dismissively, interrupting.

“Anyway, it's just the same old story about a bad family environment, not receiving attention during the growing-up process, or being played with by a hot girl type when you were in school, right?”

Yozora looked at the Sunny Doll Killer standing there, as if he was looking at the other party, but his eyes completely lacked the other party's figure.

This familiar look of being ignored even though he was in sight made the Sunny Doll Killer feel even more angry.

“No one wants to know about you.”

Yozora's voice was smiling.

“Just like there is trash in the trash can, rats in the sewer, cockroaches in dirty corners, and there's you in Kyoto City, isn't that a very normal thing?”

“Don't mistake the disgusted looks that everyone shows to you, this insignificant disgusting thing, for importance.”

“No one cares about an inferior existence like you.”

The Sunny Doll Killer's eyes twisted, and he roared hoarsely.

“No… that's not how it is! I am…”

“Too much nonsense.”

Before the Sunny Doll Killer could let out an angry roar, Yotsuya Miko, wearing a white-based, light-gold patterned coat and a mask that was also white-based with light-gold patterns, had appeared behind him at some point.

“Let everyone see your ugly true face.”

As soon as the words fell, Yotsuya Miko had reached out and ripped off the yellowed, old mask covering the Sunny Doll Killer's face.

At the same time, she drew out a long knife from her waist and directly picked off the other party's hood.

The Sunny Doll Killer's true face was reflected in the eyes of all the viewers watching the live broadcast.

Appearing on the screen was a man in his forties or fifties, with a very wretched appearance, even you could say sneaky eyes, a bald patch in the middle of his head, and sparse hair.

“No… don't film me!”

After being revealed, the Sunny Doll Killer was like a cockroach that had been hit by a light, at a loss.

Looking at his cowardly, flustered, and helpless appearance, the audience in front of the TV showed complex expressions.

“So, this is what kind of person he is…”

“Disgusting.”

“As expected, the criminals who commit such things also have ugly faces.”

“Without the mask and hood to cover it, he doesn't even dare to show his true face? What a coward.”

“No wonder he only dares to choose young girls as his targets, what a disgusting rat.”

…

Looking at the hateful face on the TV screen and thinking about what the other party had done, the last trace of fear in the hearts of the Kyoto citizens for the name “Sunny Doll Killer” disappeared.

Just a psycho who only dares to choose young girls as targets.

More than fear, what everyone felt was disgust and anger.

At this point, the goal had been achieved.

Yozora, who was in the live screen, waved to the audience in front of the TV and chuckled.