Chapter 101: The Summoning of the Devil

"I want to become a human."

The very first page of this thick book contained these hair-raising words.

Uesugi Muneyuki flipped through it slightly and felt his scalp tingle.

He flipped through it some more, then very seriously put the book away: "Found it, the most crucial piece of evidence."

"What?" With a single sentence, he drew the attention of everyone in the room.

"Keep looking. If we still can't find the murder weapon, we will temporarily withdraw to the headquarters." Uesugi Muneyuki waved the thick book in his hand: "There is important information to share with everyone."

Thirty minutes later, at the Chiba Prefectural Police Headquarters, over two hundred detectives and observing Public Security Police filled the conference room; at this moment, even all the local police in Chiba Prefecture involved in this matter had arrived.

The interrogation of Saijo Yasue had been completely ineffective, leaving Kashiwagi Jin and the others helpless; furthermore, this Star Inspector had been temporarily disqualified from interrogations for striking a suspect, with Kousaka from the first series taking over.

Now that everyone had arrived, they were just waiting for Uesugi Muneyuki's report.

"I want to become a human." Uesugi Muneyuki opened the first page of the journal and described to everyone present what Saijo Yasue had written in it.

The suspect described a strange world in her own journal.

(Due to some unspeakable reasons, it will not be written directly).

The world in her eyes seemed different from the world in the eyes of normal people.

Since she was a child, she could not feel many emotions. When her kindergarten classmates were playing, she didn't understand what was fun about it; when the teacher asked questions, she didn't understand what was worth answering. She could only feel primitive emotions, such as pain, hunger, rejection, or anger.

Once things did not develop according to the trajectory she imagined, Saijo Yasue would subconsciously want to correct them.

She was therefore extremely aggressive, and at the same time, she lacked any empathy. She would not feel anxiety, guilt, or remorse. In her view, this was a necessary "correction." Of course, she knew that doing this "might be wrong," but what did that matter?

In the journal, Saijo Yasue wrote in a confused tone:

"Why do they all come to blame me? I am just letting things enter the correct trajectory... I have been for a long time, not too long, I like to let them be obedient, I am doing this for their own good... I always feel that, like wires, everyone is a wire, I want to hold both ends of the wire, and then..."

"Everyone has a wire, all I have to do is grab it tightly. I know I can do it, pull hard... just once is enough."

"A person, pulling the wire tight inside the hospital, he is not in the hospital, so I have to help him pull it tight."

"If they are unwilling to pull themselves tight... if they imagine they are human, they will hurt themselves there. I took a knife and pulled it tight three times... I took a car home, I swallowed a lot of medicine, I don't like moving, everything is a mess, they are all wrong, I am also wrong, I want to tell them, but they don't understand my meaning, I cannot tell anyone my meaning..."

The words Saijo Yasue left in her journal were hair-raising.

What she wrote was erratic, incoherent, and many sentences were not smooth and difficult to express a complete meaning, but between the lines, a kind of linguistic horror slowly emerged.

That was how she spent her childhood.

The situation changed after she went to live with her grandparents.

Her grandparents lived in the countryside and were engaged in breeding and aquaculture. After changing environments, the flow of people around Saijo Yasue decreased. Facing the empty environment, she felt much more comfortable, and compared to her mother, her grandparents would also pay more attention to this child.

More importantly, as her grandparents' helper, Saijo Yasue derived great pleasure from the act of slaughter.

In the journal, Saijo Yasue described the indescribable joy that accompanied the slaughter of animals like chickens, ducks, and fish. When she used a knife to cut a chicken's throat to bleed it, cut open a fish's belly to remove its internal organs, and watched a male duck being cut into pieces under her hands, Saijo Yasue felt a long-lost moment of peace and joy.

She pulled the wire tight; she corrected the world.

So, during the time she lived with her grandparents, her mental state improved a lot, and one could see smiles on her face. She became so skilled at slaughter that almost all slaughtering work was handed over to her. She even helped slaughter pigs, cattle, and sheep at the market, and she did it all very well. Every butcher in the market gave a thumbs up to this free labor.

Unfortunately, good times did not last long; her mother remarried, and she had to return to live with her mother. She returned to the state of wanting to be human but failing.

Her stepfather tried to please her in every way, but she could not feel any emotion. She knew her stepfather was trying to please her, but she could not produce a reaction. She could not smile. When the other party placed an exquisite birthday cake on the table and wished her a happy birthday, what she thought about in her mind was how to cut this cake perfectly—to let the world return to the right track.

Fortunately, her grandparents were still around at this time, and she could still obtain satisfaction through other channels. During this period, her emotions were relatively stable.

But just last year, her grandparents passed away one after another.

Saijo Yasue felt frustrated by the death of her grandparents because it meant she could no longer "correct" or "pull the wire tight."

Sure enough, the death of her grandparents caused her to lose the opportunity to participate in slaughter, and she consequently became irritable and frustrated. Her suppressed emotions had nowhere to be released, and her family could not understand her either.

She began to take action against animals.

"I want to get rid of those animals... those things that move, they are not in the sequence, and then... I want to separate them, I want to correct everything, I don't like those moving frogs, pigeons, and stray cats, at least these things in my meaning, they won't be angry with me, they are very good, I won't hurt them, I won't hurt anyone, I just obtained... a spell."

The incoherent Saijo Yasue began to fantasize about the existence of a deity, a deity sitting on a high throne, with blood constantly flowing down the steps. She believed that as long as she satisfied the other party's needs, her grandparents could come back, and she could return to the happy slaughtering life she had before.

Gradually, she began to be unsatisfied with taking action against animals.

Thus, she committed the first case.

According to the description in the journal, Saijo Yasue knew the victim of the first case, Doi Junpei. The other party was an acquaintance of her younger brother and would often come to her house to play with her brother. She knew that Doi Junpei liked seabirds very much, so she found an opportunity and blocked him on the road. She told Doi Junpei that she had discovered many seabird eggs in a warehouse by the seaside.

Because he knew her, Doi Junpei went happily and, under her inducement, squatted down with his back to her without any precautions.

This was the first case.

After committing the crime, Saijo Yasue described herself as having obtained "unprecedented satisfaction." It was as if she were addicted, and she couldn't wait to plan the second case.

The journal recorded in detail how she scouted locations, how she paid attention to the surrounding environment, and how she confirmed which places were not easily passed by or noticed by people. She also summarized based on which of the previous series of animal dissection incidents were discovered and which were not, judging how to act to maximize the chance of not being suspected.

Before committing the crimes, she often wandered around many places in Chiba Prefecture, judging the terrain and looking for opportunities.

As for why she left the heads behind, she stubbornly believed that this was a sacrifice to the "god" and a necessary ritual.

Uesugi Muneyuki finished introducing Saijo Yasue's journal on the stage.

Because some scenes were described in too much detail, many police officers off-stage could not help but feel their throats itching, and occasionally a few people felt nauseous and dry-heaved, in extreme pain.

And the elites of Investigation Division 1 were also shocked.

This was the first time they had encountered this kind of murderer.

"This is simply, insane!" Kashiwagi Jin slammed the table hard and stood up on his own: "We will immediately notify the Joint Special Investigation Headquarters; we have found the key evidence!"

"What a sin this is, Amitabha." Okada Keibu, who was next to Uesugi Muneyuki, was already stunned after hearing half of it. Saijo Yasue's worldview gave this young master's world a huge shock. Among those incoherent and logically chaotic words, a deep chill rushed toward him.

"I didn't expect it to actually be true." Police Inspector Megure also lowered his head: "I had been thinking about why before, but now it seems, how can there be so many 'whys' in the world."

"Yes, there are not so many 'whys' in the world." Uesugi Muneyuki finished reading this journal and also felt a deep chill.

This was a sociopath.

More importantly, he himself felt the same way.

Because when he had just awakened, Uesugi Muneyuki's feeling about this world was even the same as Saijo Yasue's. He also felt that everything was fake. He became unwilling to understand others, and at the same time, he could not explain his own state clearly. He fell into a deep and twisted internal friction, filled with frustration and resentment.

Fortunately, he slowly recovered. Surrounded by relatives and friends like Mikoto, Eirina, Minami, and Professor Kawachi, and with his awakened supernatural abilities, Uesugi Muneyuki slowly found himself again.

Even so, Uesugi Muneyuki still had some lingering side effects; for instance, he disliked the "politeness" of the Japanese and preferred to speak the truth bluntly, and just as Saijo Yasue had a compulsion where she felt uncomfortable if she didn't cut or slash something, Uesugi Muneyuki himself had a strong need for "Princess Connect."

Oh no, could I also be a sociopath?

Uesugi Muneyuki was still thinking this when the Police Inspectors below already had a reaction.

"Finally, this can be considered decisive evidence, right?" Police Inspector Kosaka of Division 1 suppressed his chills and let out a long sigh of relief: "The culprit not only recorded the murder process in detail in the journal, but it also contained many details we had not released to the public; without a doubt, Saijo Yasue herself is the true culprit of the Chiba Prefecture Serial Murder Case!"

"Finally, after four weeks, utilizing over a thousand police officers, and deploying over ten thousand personnel, this major case is finally about to be solved!"

Inside the conference room, the crowd was excited and relieved.

"This matter isn't over yet." Uesugi Muneyuki poured a bucket of cold water on them: "We still haven't found the murder weapon, and she herself has yet to confess."

The elites of Investigation Division 1 nodded one after another.

However, when they took the journal and found the detained Saijo Yasue, her attitude was very calm.

"I didn't do it." Facing Police Inspector Kosaka's intense questioning, Saijo Yasue was expressionless, even wanting to laugh a little: "I didn't kill anyone, I am innocent."

"Then how do you explain these things?!" Police Inspector Kosaka suppressed his anger, opened the crucial evidence, and threw it in front of Saijo Yasue.

"I wrote them for fun."

Saijo Yasue was calm and composed, even holding back a laugh: "Do you really think I wrote these?"

"If you didn't write them, then who did?"

"Ah-hehehe~ really?" Saijo Yasue couldn't help but laugh; she smiled palely, then lowered her head, her expression showing some confusion: "Then you all are truly clever."

"I am innocent, I am not guilty."

Afterward, she no longer answered any questions.

(End of this chapter)