In the Marvel Universe: I can summon items from all dimensions.

Chapter 96 Sadako is on a killing spree

Regardless of Kaito Kid's tragic future, given the current situation, Bleach will probably be too busy to bother him for quite some time.

And so, Kudo Yusaku sighed while maintaining his upright posture to appease his wife, while Conan was repeatedly devising various plans in his mind, meticulously arranging the blacksmith's business from dozens of angles. If Karasuma Renya could see what he was thinking, she might exclaim and fall off her seat as the blacksmith's boss, and then help Conan take over.

Speaking of the distillery—compared to the harmonious situation here, things aren't so optimistic there.

First and foremost was Rum, who suffered another loss of manpower. He only had four of the latest model cyborgs under his command, and three of them died in a single day, all at the hands of the same person—or at least related to him.

If the first time you could make up an excuse by saying you were ambushed, how will you explain the second time?

Rum could hardly believe it—if you, Konek, had laid a trap near his secret residence beforehand, and one powerful enough to blast the latest cyborgs to smithereens, that would be somewhat plausible, but a second time? How on earth did he manage to set up such a deadly trap in what looked like an ordinary hotel, a trap capable of killing two cyborgs?

The second generation of cyborgs was wiped out even faster than the first one!

In terms of duration, the second pair of cyborgs were defeated just minutes after the battle began.

The sniper he sent out, who is still on the run, gave him a rough description of what happened: The first cyborg broke into the hotel and engaged in a fierce battle with the opponents lying in ambush inside. Soon, the suspected imposter, Konek, withdrew from the back door of the hotel and was killed by the sniper. However, the latter only had time to fire two shots before a squad rushed towards him. If he hadn't run fast, he would definitely be captured by now.

The last thing the sniper saw during his retreat was the cyborgs lying in ambush outside the hotel trying to take away Konek's body—but after some time, when he had shaken off his pursuers and circled around to the hotel from another direction, he saw a group of people dressed as government officials cleaning up the scene and taking away the bodies of the two cyborgs.

That's bad.

If the news about the cyborgs gets out, even if Koniek is really killed, it will be a huge loss. What's more, the sniper suspects that the person he shot was just a double or something similar to Koniek. If that's the case, then it's a complete disaster!

With the mindset of attending a funeral, Rum reported the matter to Karasuma Renya. Although the other party remained completely unresponsive, just as they had for the past few months, Rum knew that he had probably made a grave mistake and was highly likely to be punished. So, from the moment he received the news that the second batch of cyborgs had died and their bodies had been taken away by people suspected to be from official forces, he began his countdown to death.

Compared to Rum, Gin wasn't in a much better mood either.

Because he was facing something that was enough to shake his worldview.

Let's rewind a bit and go back to noon today, to a medical institution run by an organization.

"Both of your physiological indicators are normal." A doctor serving the organization pushed two reports in front of Chianti and Cohen with a puzzled look on his face, and said, "Both the X-ray and MRI show that there are no foreign objects in your bodies—especially your hair."

"————"

Chianti picked up the report and nervously flipped through it. The conclusion was indeed as the doctor had said: after a thorough examination, it seemed that neither of them had any health problems.

But the experience of being pinched by Sadako and having her hair poured into her seven orifices is also true. She still clearly remembers the black hair that looked like both wire and tentacles brutally drilling into her ears, and the excruciating pain in her eyes and nose. Having been in the organization for so many years, she had seen countless kinds of torture, but this one was still completely beyond her physical endurance limit. If it hadn't lasted for such a short time, she even suspected that she would have gone crazy on the spot.

"Really—no?"

Cohen unconsciously touched his throat, and said with a hint of fear, "But the experience at that time—it didn't seem like a hallucination at all. Is it really true that no trace of it can be found?"

"Are you referring to the marks left by a female ghost who grabbed you and poured her hair into your eyes, ears, mouth, and nose?"

The doctor shrugged: "Sorry, that kind of thing really doesn't exist—although calling it hypnosis doesn't quite fit, because I couldn't detect any drug residue in your bodies."

"How could that be—how could it be?" Chianti said, gripping her hair tightly. "That feeling—"

"It's absolutely true, it's absolutely true!"

—If these two aren't lying in concert, then they're probably under too much stress and might need to be put on electroconvulsive therapy.

The doctor thought to himself.

Of course, he couldn't say such things out loud. After all, he was serving a group of ruthless killers. If he pushed these guys too far, they might just beat him up on the spot, which would be a huge loss for him.

So for him, no matter how absurd the matter was, he could only nod and say, "Yes, yes, yes," and then try to come up with a treatment plan that these old men could accept. For example, now, facing two lunatics who were "being haunted by a female ghost and would die in seven days," he thought carefully for a while and finally slowly spoke.

"If you're still worried, you can consider coming back in six days. I'll give you sedatives to put you into a state of suspended animation for a few days."

The doctor adopted a sincere attitude, presenting a "treatment plan" that even he himself found absurd: "Isn't there a ghost that will take your lives in seven days? Let's assume that's true for now, and consider a solution based on that—what if you're already in a state of 'death' when the seventh day arrives? Wouldn't that allow you to escape this so-called 'death'?"

Chianti and Cohen exchanged a glance.

This method—you know what, you really have to admit, seems to have a slight chance of being feasible.

Is this some kind of death warrant? Well, can't I just lie down and pretend to be dead for a while? Modern technology makes it easy to put someone into a state of suspended animation for a period of time, and then revive them after that. Wouldn't that be exploiting a bug?

Have you cleared the level?

Anyway, given their status, Gin wouldn't ask them to find some supernatural feng shui master, but applying for a two-day fake death shouldn't be a problem—just consider it a leave of absence.

After a moment of contemplation, Chianti nodded and slowly said, "Perhaps we can do that. We'll be there in six days—"

Before she finished speaking, she and Cohen simultaneously turned their gazes to the back of the doctor, their faces instantly turning deathly pale.

If you ask why————

Because in their field of vision, Sadako appeared there silently, as if she had teleported there instantly.

Cohen remained relatively calm, while Chianti was so frightened that he jumped up and backed away repeatedly.

doctor:"?"

What is this? Is he having a mental breakdown?

If you do it this way, it's going to be very difficult for me to write a medical report.

He frowned, about to speak, when he saw Chianti slowly raise a hand and whisper in a trembling voice, "—Your—back."

Even though the doctor suspected the two might be having an episode, Chianti's movements were so realistic that he was instinctively startled and immediately turned to look behind him.

The next instant, his body jerked violently, and he almost fell off the chair!

The reason is simple: Sadako was standing behind him, staring intently at him from a superior position.

"%————#%@!!"

The doctor was so frightened he could barely speak: "What the hell—"

Before she could finish speaking, Sadako suddenly reached out a hand and clamped it around the doctor's neck like an iron hoop.

His full head of black hair moved like a venomous snake without wind, with a few strands even wrapping around the doctor and lifting him high into the air!

The doctor, lifted into the air, kicked his legs with all his might like every condemned prisoner struggling on the gallows, but of course it was all in vain.

"How could you—!!"

Before he could finish his instinctive scream, the hair binding his head suddenly tightened, dragging him violently in front of Sadako.

In an instant, that pale, bluish face appeared less than twenty centimeters away from him. Its terrifying, bloodshot pupils darted around behind the hair twice before suddenly focusing on the doctor's face.

"！！！！！！！"

An unusually cold aura swept over his entire body like fire in an instant, directly frightening the doctor, who thought he was a seasoned veteran who had seen all sorts of strange and bizarre things, into losing his voice. His scream was cut short like a duck being choked, adding a touch of dark humor to the room dominated by the atmosphere of terror.

Chianti's mind went blank, but years of training allowed her to act on instinct even without thinking. She scrambled to the door of the infirmary and reached for the lock—her priority was to escape.

But she probably hasn't played many horror games and doesn't know about the classic setting that countless players resent: "The doors and windows seem to be fixed to the space and don't move at all."

She used all her strength and snapped the doorknob in half, but even so, the door didn't open even a crack.

"Damn it! Why! What happened! Who locked the door?!" Chianti screamed, half-collapsed. "I'll kill you! I'll kill you!!!"

Despite her constant chatter, Sadako didn't even glance at her.

She just stared intently at the doctor, and raised a thin hand, slowly poking it into the doctor's chest.

Like a phantom, Sadako's hand pierced through the doctor's clothes, skin, and muscles, penetrating deep into his chest cavity.

In that instant, perhaps it was a sudden amplification of intuition, or perhaps it was the illusion of a hapless soul on the verge of madness, but the doctor gleaned from the intense resentment in Sadako's eyes some fragments that could barely be called thoughts.

—Anyone who tries to interfere with my curse must die!

The next moment, his eyes suddenly bulged like a frog's.

Like a pufferfish, his entire body suddenly swelled up, and then, a turbid yellow sewage mixed with grass roots and withered leaves suddenly gushed out of his mouth—did Sadako pour a large amount of sewage into the doctor's body?

However, the doctor clearly didn't have time to figure out the problem. For about half a minute, his body kept swelling up, even losing its human shape and turning into something like a balloon. What was even more terrifying was that even in this state, he was still not dead. His hands, feet, and head were trembling intermittently—like an animal being hung up and bled.

But judging from the current situation, his body has not "lost anything," but rather "gained too much."

"Ughhhhhh!!!"

Terrified by this scene, which could only be seen in horror movies, Chianti further lost her mind. She immediately pulled out a pistol from her waist and started firing at Sadako. But of course, it was useless. Although she was a very accurate shot, maintaining a hit rate of over 60% even in her almost insane state, all the bullets that hit Sadako disappeared without a trace. The rest hit the ceiling, the walls, and the doctor, whose size had swelled up to be a perfect target.

"Snapped!"

A loud bang.

The doctor exploded the moment he was hit by the bullet.

But what burst out of his body was not blood, but a turbid yellow liquid like sewage, and in a very large quantity. After it fell to the ground, it immediately covered the entire room. It was mixed with some indescribable, extremely disgusting human body fragments. Sadako was completely untouched, but Chianti was splattered all over her face.

"...

—

She could no longer distinguish whether she was in a dream or reality; the extremely terrifying situation left her mind almost blank.

Sadako ignored her and instead turned her gaze to Cohen, who had somehow shrunk into the corner and was frantically sending out distress signals into the walkie-talkie with trembling hands.

It must be said that the doctor's death did buy them some time. Just as Sadako's hair started moving on its own again without any wind, the sound of a handle being turned suddenly came from outside the infirmary.

Are they reinforcements?

Although he hadn't said anything, a glimmer of hope rose in Cohen's heart, who was also terrified and had a headache.

The person outside couldn't open the door smoothly using the doorknob, so they immediately changed tactics and rammed it several times. On the third ramming, the door hinge broke on the spot, and the entire door frame collapsed.

Chianti reflexively turned around and saw several men in black carrying rifles.

Upon seeing the scene in the room, these low-level cannon fodder, who didn't even know the names of the liquors, were completely dumbfounded.

What's with the yellow water on the ground? And what's with the woman in white floating in mid-air? Did the organization's medical department install some kind of holographic projection device?

The arrival of reinforcements brought Chianti back to some of her senses, and she immediately pointed at Sadako and roared at the top of her lungs, "Kill her! Now!"

Although they didn't understand what was going on, it was their superior's order after all, so the few thugs immediately raised their guns and fired bullets at Sadako.

A few seconds after the gunfire erupted, they ran out of bullets, and Chianti immediately seized the opportunity to dart out and hide behind them.

It wouldn't matter if she didn't do this. Just as the distillery's underlings shielded Chianti behind them, Sadako suddenly turned her head, her eyes almost flashing with a scarlet light.

The next moment, a large amount of hair began to move on its own without any wind, as if it had a life of its own.

And then—you can probably guess what happened, right?

Some time later, Gin, having received the distress signal, brought his people to this small medical center located outside the Tokyo metropolitan area, which was operated by the brewery.

In the past few hours, he has been busy trying to share the blame with Rum—who, in desperation, brought up the claim that "Konek's betrayal is inextricably linked to you," attempting to shift the blame that had already been placed on Gin's head.

Gin, of course, couldn't tolerate this, so he immediately started a fierce argument with Rum. The two argued for several hours, almost escalating from a verbal conflict to an internal war, even ignoring the occasional distress signal from the medical center.

However, Gin wasn't unaware of the situation; he was just too eager to deliver a harsh blow to Rum to pay any attention—which wasn't really a mistake, given the large number of brewery members in Japan who could easily send a distress signal.

The signal wasn't urgent enough to require a high-ranking official like him to respond.

In fact, some small distilleries near the medical center did notice the distress signal and sent people over, but all of them lost contact. As for what happened—it's not hard to imagine.

For several hours, the medical center's distress signal kept ringing. Rum lost the argument, and he took advantage of the situation to include Gin in the rescue team, thus sending him away.

Gin was naturally very unhappy with this arrangement, but it was an order from his superiors, so he had no choice but to carry it out.

When he arrived at the medical center just before nightfall, he was immediately stunned by what he saw inside.

The entire medical center was crammed with dead bodies, half-dead people lying on the ground convulsing, terrified living people, and living people trying to hide in closets and toilets like ostriches. A strange, stench like sludge permeated the air. It was hard to imagine what kind of horrific events had occurred in this place in the past few hours.

Gin and his men searched around and eventually found Chianti and Cohen in a medical room. They were still alive, but in poor condition.

The former had his eyes rolled back, looking like he had gone mad, while the latter was huddled in the corner, trembling.

"What exactly is this—?"

Gin was completely bewildered.