The Man-Slayer and the Demon / Jumping from the Train
Suddenly, a shop came into his view.
It was a small shop that sold bento boxes, and hardly anyone inquired about or bought from it.
In front of the shop, a little girl was still there, trying to pull passersby into her shop for a look.
"Delicious bento box, sir, would you like to buy a delicious bento box?"
Seeing that a man carrying a briefcase seemed interested, the girl immediately stepped forward and tried to promote her family's products.
But after thinking and observing for a while, the man waved his hand and left.
Watching the man leave, the girl looked somewhat disappointed.
Judging from the small shelf she was carrying, she hadn't sold a single item all day.
Just then, a male voice came from inside.
"How about I have a few servings?"
"Okay, what flavor would you like?"
Realizing what was happening, the girl immediately inquired about the customer's needs.
Following the sound, she saw the Scribe's face.
"This is my first time at this station. Why don't you recommend one of your family's bento boxes?"
"Okay, then I suggest you try this..."
Suddenly intrigued, the girl began to introduce her family's bento boxes to the Scribe.
Noticing the arrival of the Scribe, an old man also came out from behind the shop.
She is the girl's maternal grandmother and the owner of the shop.
The girl's name is Kofuku, and these bento boxes were all made by her and her grandmother.
On weekdays, the two of them make a living by selling bento boxes.
These are all handmade bento boxes, and they taste absolutely delicious.
For a long time, Kofuku and her grandmother made a considerable profit selling bento boxes at the train station.
But recently, because of a certain incident, the people around me have become a bit strange.
Many people are unwilling to take the train, resulting in a sharp decrease in passenger traffic at the station, which in turn leads to a significant drop in bento box sales.
"No wonder those people looked so tense before; I thought they all had stomach problems."
Nodding, the Scribe understood the reason.
But then a new question arose: what caused this situation?
When Scribe asked for more information, Kofuku looked a little embarrassed.
The station manager was somewhat paranoid due to a sharp drop in passenger traffic leading to a decline in performance, coupled with the mysterious death of a train conductor.
It was made clear that if shop owners continued to spread rumors, they would be prohibited from doing business there.
"Kofuku, tell him that you can tell he's not a bad person."
Noticing Kofuku's concerns, her grandmother smiled and said...
"After all, based on my intuition, that rumor was highly credible."
"Grandma, you're bragging again. You've told those stories about your youth countless times."
Pouting at her grandmother, Kofuku turned around and said to Scribe.
"This is what happened..."
Chapter 300 The Maniacal Killer and the Demon
Through Kofuku's explanation, Scribe finally understood the rumor.
Recently, many people have reported encountering Maniacal Killer at various train stations and repair shops.
The opponent's speed was like the speed of the wind, making it impossible to see clearly.
By the time they realized what was happening, all they heard were the victim's screams and the blood on the ground.
Occasionally, some people will disappear after shouting.
As for those who disappeared, they have not reappeared to this day.
The result is already clear.
If the Maniacal Killer hadn't only killed a few people at a time, there probably wouldn't be any survivors by now.
Nodding, the Scribe indicated that he understood the matter.
A killer whose speed exceeds human perception might seem ridiculous to others, but he knew it wasn't impossible.
At least, ghosts can do that.
In the long life of Scribe, there were certainly ghosts who were known for their speed.
They may not possess the strange and eerie Blood Demon Art of other ghosts, but their extraordinary speed is enough to make them stand out from most living beings.
The simpler the skill, the more likely it is to produce unexpected results.
Speed combined with sharp claws turned every ghost known for its speed into a killing machine.
Even Demon Slayer usually can't do anything about them.
In retrospect, the so-called Maniacal Killer was probably just a ghost known for its speed.
'But this guy is really picky; he doesn't eat every victim.'
With a cold laugh, the Scribe's face was full of icy indifference.
While he was thinking, the old woman in the shop suddenly spoke up.
"So you believe this rumor."
"Of course, the world is full of wonders, and what you hear may not necessarily be false."
"That makes a lot of sense. It's much more organized than Grandma's insistence."
Upon hearing Kofuku's words, Scribe suddenly realized that her grandmother, the seemingly unremarkable woman in front of her, also seemed to have no doubts about the rumor.
"This old woman of mine doesn't have any great skills in this life, I've just been lucky."
Grandma spoke softly, as if talking to herself.
"When I was young, a wise man saved me from the jaws of a man-eating demon."
"Grandma, you've said it so many times, I'm sick of hearing it."
Kofuku picked at his ear and made a disgusted face.
Grandma just smiled and didn't say anything.
The time isn't right, so what can she say or explain?
If given the chance, Kofuku would naturally believe what he said.
Even if there wasn't, as long as you believe you saw it that night, that's enough.
After thinking for a while, the Scribe seemed to have thought of something and spoke up.
"By the way, do you know about that train that disappeared?"
"I know, but I've only heard it from others; I don't know the specifics."
Grandma nodded, indicating that she wasn't entirely clear on the matter either.
But soon, Kofuku suggested that Scribe could ask the station staff.
Perhaps we can learn some secrets from them that are unknown to others.
Nodding, the Scribe indicated that she would consider it carefully.
Before leaving, he made sure to take care of Kofuku and her grandmother's business.
"You're planning to buy them all?"
Upon hearing what the Scribe said, Kofuku was immediately stunned.
"Of course, I know a big eater, so I can't not buy more."
With a smile, Scribe seemed to be talking about someone.
Chapter 301 Jumping off the train
"A competitive eater?"
After a moment of surprise, Kofuku smiled and said.
"Even if someone has a big appetite, they shouldn't eat this much."
"That's hard to say."
Scribe smiled and didn't continue.
"Alright, I should go now."
"In that case, Mister Scribe, please be careful on your journey."
Seeing that Scribe was about to leave, Kofuku and her grandmother did not try to stop her.
Grandma, in particular, had a glint in her eyes, as if she had understood something.
After saying goodbye to the two, the Scribe carried the lunchbox and headed towards the repair station.
After buying the ticket, he boarded the train to that destination.
Throughout the journey, the Scribe kept his gaze fixed on the window, lost in thought.
Perhaps because of the recent rumors, there weren't many passengers on the train; the Scribe was the only passenger in this carriage.
Soon, a Train Conductor came in to check tickets.
After successfully checking his ticket, he chatted with the Scribe as if they were having a casual conversation.
"Sir, are you here alone?"
The Scribe nodded in reply.
"That's right, I'm a journalist. I've heard the recent rumors and want to investigate in person."
"Reporter?"
Upon hearing the Scribe's reply, the Train Conductor paused for a moment, then smiled and said...
"Aren't you afraid of encountering Maniacal Killer, sir?"
"I do hope he will take the initiative to appear in front of me."
"Ah?"
The Train Conductor stared wide-eyed, not expecting the Scribe to give such a reply.
The requirements for being a journalist are so high now that people aren't even afraid of death.
The Train Conductor shrugged and changed the subject.
"However, if you want to investigate, it's not the right thing to do to ride in this car."
"Wait a minute? Isn't this the train heading to the repair station?"
"That's true, but that train is no longer here or there."
With a slight upturn of his lips, the Train Conductor then habitually rubbed his fingers together.
"Oh dear, I suddenly feel a bit short on cash, I can't even split it all up."
The Train Conductor Scribe smiled at the librarian, as if hinting at something, and continued speaking.
"I wonder what can cure this disease, sir. Do you know anything?"
The Scribe narrowed his eyes slightly, understanding what the other party meant, but remained silent.
A second or two later, he took the money out of his pocket and tossed it over.