I Created Urban Legends in Parallel World
[Original – YakuMan]
[TL – MiT7]
[PR – Spades]
Chapter 27: The Death File
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["Alright, no more stalling—bring him in," Red Sound said with a grin, but a flicker of anxiety lingered in his eyes. Aoji's words had rattled him; he was clearly afraid of something.]
Kamihara Shinji read the notebook's unfolding text, unsurprised.
The *Hell Girl* subpage naturally chronicled those who contacted her.
But Eguchi Rikuto, the student, was now detained at the MPD.
No interrogation—just locked in a cell.
When someone like Eguchi stayed put, with no story progressing, the notebook stopped writing.
Yet the tale continued because his straw doll was in Koike Oto's hands.
This had happened before. A student sat in class, unmoving, story stalled—because they'd forgotten their doll. The notebook shifted focus to it.
Only if the doll's surroundings were uneventful would the text truly halt.
Kamihara once thought this feature was powerful, even testing if he could use the notebook to monitor regions.
Wishful thinking.
The subpages only tracked those entangled with the legend, uncontrollable.
And they recorded only words and emotions, not inner thoughts.
Still, Kamihara found it impressive.
He'd skimmed *The Gaze in the Cracks* subpages before, finding them too grim.
Now, he realized he'd need to study them closely. Vital clues might slip through.
Like now…
He'd wondered if this world held the supernatural.
The notebook confirmed it did.
Their talk mentioned Spiritual Power and Special Division, though vaguely, as their focus was Hell Girl's anomaly.
It made Kamihara tense. Could they destroy her?
He pondered, eyes glued to the page.
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Shinjuku, Rinsei Complex.
At Red Sound's word, MPD officers brought in a middle-aged man.
The moment he saw Red Sound, his eyes blazed with venom, raw hatred reddening them.
Aoji sized him up, puzzled. "An ordinary guy hating you *that* much? What'd you do?"
"I killed his son," Red Sound yawned. "Who else would he hate?"
Koike Oto gawked, stunned.
Koju Takuya, unfazed, clearly knew the story.
"Anomaly case?" Aoji wasn't rushed now. He knew Red Sound wouldn't harm normals without cause, so he probed.
Not curiosity—information.
If he faced it later, details could spare him or his assistant a deadly trial.
Every misstep risked death.
Red Sound scratched his head, open. "Was out strolling, sensed a faint presence on a student. You know how I was when I joined Special Division—hated anomalies."
Aoji nodded.
Red Sound's parents died to one. His survival was dumb luck.
Back then, he wasn't this flippant, annoying guy. He was grim, vowing to wipe out all anomalies—a naive crusader.
Now, battered by cases, he'd dropped the pipe dream.
These days, Special Division couldn't drag him into cases unless it was his turn, and he'd dodge with endless excuses.
He'd only shown up because it was unavoidable.
Aoji stayed quiet, signaling him to go on.
"Followed the kid home. Got spotted, so I killed him," Red Sound said, a flicker of confusion in his eyes. Even now, he didn't get that anomaly. "Before he died, he yelled, 'I've been found!' Then dropped."
Red Sound almost admired his old recklessness.
Anomaly? Who cares—charge in.
Investigate? Nah, just swing.
"What it was, I don't know. After he died, the anomaly vanished. Want details? Check Special Division's files—might be solved by now."
"But I realized… that kid was long dead."
"Bullshit! It was you—you killed my son!" The man glared, face twisted. "Murderer! Executioner!"
Red Sound didn't argue, just sneered. "Yep, I killed him. Here's your shot at revenge. See that PC? Hell Correspondence. Type my name, and I'm hellbound."
"You finally admit it!" The man surged, nearly breaking free from the officers. "You scum! He confessed—why not arrest him?"
Silence fell.
"Leave us," Red Sound waved.
Aoji pulled a dazed Koike out. Takuya followed. The officers hesitated, then released the man.
"We're out too?" Koike asked outside, confused.
"Special Division has an anomaly item," Aoji said flatly. "The Death File. Add a photo, name, and height—instant death."
"So Red Sound and I use codenames. Our real names are top-clearance, accessible only to the Division head."
"What about… him?" Koike meant the man. Hell Correspondence needed a grudge's name.
Aoji didn't answer.
A chill crept up Koike's spine.
New to Special Division, barely Aoji's assistant, she still had a soft heart—not naivety, just human decency.
Takuya adjusted his glasses, glancing at her.
"Since his son died, Mr. Ueki's been unhinged," he said slowly. "Drunk, picking fights, beating his wife…"
Koike met his eyes. He was trying to comfort her.
She wished he hadn't.