After much persuasion, Arano Ryoko finally agreed to arrange more manpower by Kitagawa Eri"s side. But regardless of what Kitagawa Tera said, she insisted on sending someone to guard near him.
After all, when Kitagawa Tera was at home, he could be protected along with his sister. At that time, the four officers on duty could organize their s.h.i.+fts and ensure a seamless transition.
"However, police protection is only for a limited time." Kitagawa Tera rubbed his temples.
After a week at most, the police would leave if they ended up empty-handed.
By then, he could only rely on himself to protect Kitagawa Eri.
However, doing so would be playing right into the culprit"s hands. Kitagawa Tera would have no time for that and, of course, no opportunity to deal with him.
"The time is only one week." Kitagawa Tera tapped on his desk. He had a vague direction in his heart.
But it was too late now and not a good time to carry out that idea.
"I"ll post those photos on the community homepage." Kitagawa Tera opened the simple homepage that he had made.
It was a homepage similar to a message board with a black and white theme and size twelve font.
The t.i.tle at the center of the page was very simple—Office of Paranormal Activities.
Glancing across, below the t.i.tle were detailed cla.s.sifications with the specific experiences that Kitagawa Tera went through during every exorcism.
To enhance credibility, Kitagawa Tera even posted some short videos and photos of him and the wraiths below.
The twenty-first century was the internet age!
Under the environment with Wi-Fi, mobile social networking apps, and the internet, Kitagawa Tera certainly understood this.
LINE, SNS, Twitter…
Collecting the opinions of silly netizens online, though not too reliable, had provided some unexpected gains.
For example, when Kitagawa Tera went to the Ando haunted house with the ghost in the mirror, it was the result of someone leaving him a private message on the homepage.
"There are more and more people browsing the homepage," Kitagawa Tera muttered.
With the photos and thrilling short videos taken during his experiences, his homepage became widely circulated among young people recently. Once, Kitagawa Tera saw Kitagawa Eri playing with her phone and noticed that she was browsing the videos on his homepage.
Of course, Kitagawa Tera hid his face in every photo. And with the dark environment and the quality of the phone camera, even if someone could see the side of his face, it was merely a blurry image. No one would connect it to him.
The younger generation was always in pursuit of unique excitement, and many people left comments on Kitagawa Tera"s homepage.
"Great excitement ahead!"
"F*ck! What is that thing that appears at 1m30s?! Who can tell me what that thing that scared me until I jumped was?"
"Amitabha, don"t panic."
"This… This blogger"s videos are subversive. Don"t watch if you are unhappy with it!"
"Did the blogger create this using ordinary photoshop? It"s quite novel to create something like this."
"Not scary at all!"
There were many comments, but most of them were about them being frightened or that Kitagawa Tera was a fraud.
But Kitagawa Tera also found that the IDs of those who claimed he was a fraud and were not scared at all continued leaving comments.
A standard case of coming to appreciate what they found repulsive previously.
And because of this, Kitagawa Tera"s inbox always had seventy to eighty messages every day.
These past few days, Kitagawa Tera was tied down with various things and had had no time to go through these messages, so he had acc.u.mulated quite an "inventory".
Some asked for Kitagawa Tera"s ident.i.ty.
Some wanted to ask where those terrifying paranormal phenomena took place.
And some social justice warriors scolded Kitagawa Tera for photoshopping these images for profit and attracting attention.
There were also a lot of people who were just watching on, waiting to see if Kitagawa Tera had time to respond to them.
In addition, some professional teams and investment companies looked for him in hopes of having him join them.
Kitagawa Tera glanced quickly across various messages.
One message attracted his attention.
"I have something that I hope you can help with. If the blogger sees this, please use this email address to contact me."
Below was a long email address. The private message time was last night.
Kitagawa Tera continued to look downward.
"Blogger, this is really important! I hope you can reply soon! My email is…"
Private message time was also last night.
Just as Kitagawa Tera let go of his mouse and wanted to go to the washroom, a new message popped up.
"Is blogger worried about my ident.i.ty? Please rest a.s.sured. I"m not someone suspicious. It"s just that a friend of mine has recently encountered something incredible. We"re willing to pay for your transportation, lodging, and meal expenses. There will also be some remuneration that won"t disappoint you afterward. My email is…"
"…" Kitagawa Tera.
Kitagawa Tera closed his inbox and sighed.
If he had time to help, he would not have turned it down.
However, Kitagawa Tera was just not in the mood recently and had no time to deal with the affairs of others now.
But he could send them an email and give some advice.
Kitagawa Tera quickly wrote an email, largely saying that he was busy with something else and could not free himself for the time being. If the other party could write the details of their friend"s encounter, maybe he could give some suggestions.
After writing the email, Kitagawa Tera sent it and turned his computer off.
"Time to sleep. School starts again tomorrow."
After muttering to himself, Kitagawa Tera took the Kyokuboku High School winter uniform out of his closet, hung it behind the door frame, and went to bed.
…
It was seven thirty in the morning. Kitagawa Tera ate a simple breakfast and then headed to Kyokuboku High School.
While walking on the road, Kitagawa Tera sensed that someone was following him.
It should be the person that Arano Ryoko had arranged around him.
Kitagawa Tera shook his head. Carrying his schoolbag, he ignored this person and continued walking.
The sun was finally out today. But due to the melting snow, it was cold with bits of warmth.
Kitagawa Tera walked forward as mist spewed out from his mouth.
It was still early. Apart from some club members who needed to arrive early, most students were still indulging in the warm ovens with heated air conditioning of winter vacation, fighting against monsters to get out of bed.
Kitagawa Tera arrived early for a reason.
He had no memories of any cla.s.smates.
To avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, Kitagawa Tera decided to go to the cla.s.sroom early and see where his seat was.
"Unfortunately, it"s not after spring break. Changing to a new cla.s.s would have been much better."
Kitagawa Tera opened a notebook and glanced at the information on it.
"Cla.s.s 1-1… It"s not long before spring break and advancing to second year."
According to the school map, Kitagawa Tera entered cla.s.s calmly.
"It"s truly obvious here."
Looking at the burnt surface of the desk in front of him, Kitagawa Tera remained expressionless. As soon as he put his bag down, someone placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Yo, Kitagawa, it"s been a while. Let"s have a chat outside."
Seeing the mocking look in the other person"s eyes, Kitagawa Tera was silent for a moment before nodding.