To get from Kyubei to Jinji, you had to take a bus, which alone would save you over forty minutes compared to walking.
Beichuan Si obviously didn’t want to waste any ti and sat down as soon as he got on the bus.
Behind him, Changgu Makoto and Seki Naoya, among others, were not in the mood to sit. They whispered behind Beichuan Si’s back, discussing whether they should stop by a nearby convenience store after getting off the bus to buy so substantial snacks to pad their bodies in case they ended up getting beaten to the point of immobility.
anwhile, as they whispered among themselves, Beichuan Si opened his hopage and began scanning the ssages.
It had been several days since Beichuan Si last updated, and there was a barrage of comnts like "Is the blogger already dead?" or "Can’t the blogger find good Photoshop material, and that’s why there haven’t been updates?"
Beichuan Si usually didn’t care about these comnts. He casually posted a few photos of himself in the Xucha activity building.
Not having cleared his hopage in days, his inbox had accumulated many more ssages.
As for those self-proclaid warriors of justice who ca out to criticize him again, Beichuan Si couldn’t be bothered with them.
Although his hopage was known to many young users, he neither endorsed ads nor received sponsorship, never turning his traffic into money.
The people leaving comnts on his hopage were just so forum or high-traffic bloggers, YouTubers brought in to set the tone.
Beichuan Si hadn’t done anything to provoke them, yet even if he posted so videos or pictures, he would draw away so of their traffic. Therefore, it was understandable to be picked on.
Skipping over the part with malicious keyboard warriors, Beichuan Si looked further down.
Scattered among the comnts were ones urging him to post more and others offering suggestions of spiritual sites.
Among these comnts, one caught Beichuan Si’s attention.
"I’ve heard that the supernatural tale blogger has a penchant for spiritual sites, so I’ll tell you about one called Sanmu Puppet Factory. This doll factory is located near Ogao Mountain, on the outskirts of Tokyo."
"Sanmu Puppet Factory?"
He hadn’t expected to see a familiar place here and read on carefully.
"The Sanmu Puppet Factory not only has a romantic urban legend about a ssage wall but also harbors an unknown tale. When the business was booming, many fashion shops and haunted houses ordered dolls from there, and the factory owner made a fortune. However, this also led to animosity from competitors."
"The outside world believes that the Sanmu Puppet Factory accidentally caught fire, but that’s not the case. The fire was deliberate. Humans are such creatures where simple malice can breed the intent to kill."
"You talk as if you’re not human," Beichuan Si raised an eyebrow.
The comnter’s ID was ’Corpse Doll’.
With this na, Beichuan Si could tell that the person was also wildly passionate about strange tales.
The ssage ended there, and Beichuan Si subconsciously clicked on the person’s hopage, only to discover that they had apparently anticipated this move and had already locked their hopage.
"Forget it."
Beichuan Si shook his head.
He had seen plenty of internet rumors, and after all, such cases within Tokyo could be easily cleared up with an online search or a library visit to check past news archives.
However, instead of looking up this stuff, he might as well call Liangzi later.
After all, this kind of information could be easily found, and Gangye Yoshiko was unlikely to keep secrets from Beichuan Si.
Moreover, Beichuan Si had already helped Gangye Yoshiko solve several cases, so she shouldn’t have anything to hide.
Although it sowhat treated Gangye Yoshiko as a tool, ready at his beck and call, Beichuan Si understood her; she would surely ramble on about this and that, but in the end, she would still tell him everything.
As Beichuan Si considered these matters, Changgu Makoto from the other side spoke up.
"We’ve arrived at the area near Jinji High School."
Yes, they had reached Jinji High School.
...
The agreed-upon spot by the delinquents from Jinji High School wasn’t far from the bus station; the unconstructed site was hidden along a small road to the left of Jinji High School.
Tall buildings flanked the narrow road, their walls smothered in a chaotic mix of graffiti. Trash cans lay damaged and scattered as if they’d been kicked over many tis.
This place, oozing a delinquent vibe, made Changgu Makoto and the others swallow hard.
Despite being delinquents in Kyubei, they felt like they were nothing compared to those from Jinji.
Beichuan Si, however, remained unfazed, indifferent to the surrounding garish graffiti.
They walked deeper into the area in silence, step by step.
After erging from the alley, Beichuan Si imdiately spotted the undeveloped lot across the street and more than twenty delinquents standing in the middle of the construction site.
So had their hair dyed in various colors with cheap dye and ears adorned with piercings, while others sported tongue studs. Beichuan Si felt his eyes sting just from looking at them from a distance.
In contrast, the Kyubei delinquents looked like model students; they didn’t dye their hair or wear it long, and aside from being a bit crude in speech, they at least appeared normal.
The sight of this chaotic dance of demons clearly struck a chord of fear in Seki Naoya and the others.
"Brother Beichuan," Seki Naoya shrank his head, about to urge Beichuan Si to show so weakness, only to realize Beichuan Si had already tossed his backpack into his own arms and strode forward.
Yes.
Beichuan Si had moved forward.
And without a word, he started throwing punches.
His sudden attack not only baffled Seki Naoya’s group of allies but also the Jinji delinquents ard with rubber and baseball bats.
"You Kyubei assholes! Why start with a fight?!"
"Don’t ask! Beat this bastard up!"
"Hit him!"
In an instant, the delinquents charged forward in a disorganized, shouting ss.
Then, a very familiar scene unfolded before Changgu Makoto and the others.
Beichuan Si was still effortlessly kicking, taking down three or four guys with a couple of well-placed kicks, who then clutched their stomachs in agony. His punches and palms hit their faces, leaving the Jinji delinquents with black eyes and swollen faces.
It was a very familiar scene.
Changgu Makoto vaguely rembered that was how they were knocked to the ground by Beichuan Si back then.
But these delinquents seed to be faring even worse.
Beichuan Si snatched away a rubber bat from one of them and, holding it, began to swing it at the advancing delinquents.
The bat was heavy and didn’t leave marks but inflicted very real pain.
In no ti at all, the delinquents from Jinji were lying in front of Beichuan Si, their faces a patchwork of black and blue, with blood trickling from their mouths.
The miserable state of these n made Seki Naoya and his companions shiver.
The more they watched, the more they saw themselves in those who had been brutally beaten by Beichuan in the past.
Moreover, Beichuan Si went out of his way to strike a few extra blows on the guys whose hair dye jobs looked particularly offensive on the ground.
It was truly terrifying.
As Beichuan Si beat down their enemies, he instilled a profound sense of fear in his own allies.
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