“What are you trying to do?” Masashi looked from the beginning until the end at the smiling man.
“They may not know, but if there’s one person that would know, that would be you, Gennai Masashi.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about?”
“Really? After you look at this, you should be able to remember.”
Maruo walked to the middle of the room taking the huge sailcloth off the ground.
Masashi looked at something on the ground, his whole body shaking.
“So it’s you.”
“You finally remembered. Gennai-san.” Maruo said, bitterly touching the right side of his chest.
“You kidnapped as for money, right? As long as you don’t hurt me, I’ll give you as much as you want.” Shizuko’s boyfriend called out from the side.
“You’re very rich, right?” Maruo went up to him.
“Yes, yes. My father is the president. As long as you….” Before he could finish talking, the man suddenly kicked his chair knocking him down to the ground.
“Did you think I caught you for money? Pitiful guy, doesn’t even know he’s about to die. Gennai-san, are you interested in satisfying their curiosity?” Maruo asked him.
“Don’t, don’t kill me, I don’t want to die, I’ll give you anything you want, please don’t kill me….” Hearing the word “death,” Murata cried hysterically.
Influenced by him, the others also started crying.
Maruo went over to Murata and slapped him in the face, revealing blood on the corner of his mouth.
“I hate people who interrupt me when I’m talking, whoever interrupts me again, will die.” As he said that, he pulled out a knife, making a gesture.
No one dared to speak again. The entire room immediately became quiet. Only the sound of rapid breathing and a few girls biting their lips trying not to cry can be heard.
“Gennai-san, you still don’t want to say it? Don’ you find this guy’s pitiful.” Maruo made an expression of regret.
Hearing him talk, thinking that they had hope, everyone intently watching Masashi.
After a while, seeing that he was still silent, a few boys couldn’t help but want to call out, but seeing Maruo, they were suddenly afraid to speak.
Masashi looked at the presence of more than a dozen young men and women, then said with a sigh: “He’s the guy who’s been causing so much trouble cutting up the chest and abdomen part of the victim, the Tokyo Ripper.”
“What?!” Everyone exclaimed in surprise.
Although the police feared that this would cause too much commotion, thus blocking the news, newspaper, but in this era of information outbreaks, nothing can be completely masked, much less such a big situation like this.
Almost everyone here knew what the Tokyo Ripper meant. At that time, nearly all of them was desperate. Intense panic enveloped the entire room again.
“You haven’t finished yet, Gennai-san. If not for your guidelines, how can those idiot police officers find me? That’s why, a person who can antic.i.p.ate my course of action, absolutely can’t know the reason I did this.” Maruo said as he gently stroked the ground that accounted almost half of the floor, full of strange and weird colored patterns.
“Don’t you just want to catch this guy, we don’t care about him? I beg you, let me go, I won’t tell this to anyone. Please believe me.” A person who Masashi never met said to Maruo.
“Yes, you just want this guy, please let us go, I beg you….” Shizuko’s boyfriend and Murata’s voice echoed loudly.
“Let us go, please, let me go.”
“Gennai-san, you see, this is the real side of humans.
“I’m sorry, it’s not only him that I want, but I also want all of you. If there’re fewer people here, my ritual may fail. Therefore, no one can be an exception.” Maruo used a cloth to gently wipe the knife his holding.
“Did you think this rotten ritual will continue, do you really think you can get what you desire? You’re too naïve.” Masashi sneered.