The Brain-Eating Clones

With a slight upturn of his lips, the man gestured to his companion after realizing that the "Scribe" had not left.

Seeing this, the other man was relieved.

In order to better supervise the Scribe, the two of them dared not relax for a moment.

Even when going to the toilet, one person must be observing the room before the other can leave.

Now that Scribe had fallen asleep in his room, the two of them felt a little more at ease.

"Those two guys probably think I'm already asleep."

On the rooftop, the Scribe wore a mocking smile.

They probably never imagined that the "Scribe" in the room was just a mannequin made of pillows and other objects.

With swift movements, Scribe quickly arrived in front of a building.

"Second floor, west side, the largest room."

Squinting, he searched for Shinri Keito's research lab based on the information he had obtained.

After finding the specific room, he leaped and landed next to the corresponding window.

I pressed my ear against the wall, listening to see if anyone was in the room.

After confirming that no one was in the room, he gently pushed open the window.

With a creak, the window opened.

After diving inside, the Scribe immediately closed the window.

The speed is so fast that ordinary people cannot perceive it at all.

This was a blind spot that the Scribe discovered during the process of understanding the situation.

Even if only Shinri Keito has the key to the room, he can still sneak in through the window.

If the Shinri Keito had not installed windows in the first place, or had sealed them off, it would have certainly aroused curiosity and questions from other tribes.

"The clan chief is studying something. It looks so mysterious."

In addition, some pungent gases are produced during the experiment.

Considering daily ventilation, a window is also essential.

For various reasons, the Scribe was able to sneak in.

"Let me see what you've been researching."

The room was dark, but that did not affect the Scribe's view.

Even a little moonlight shining into the room was enough for him to see everything around him.

The equipment in the room is very advanced, and many of them are the first research results from overseas.

The bookshelf next to it is also filled with many books, ranging from human anatomy to drug research.

However, these were clearly not the things the Scribe wanted to see.

What he wanted to see was something related to ghosts.

After observing for a while, the Scribe had searched most of the room.

But so far, he still hasn't found anything related to ghosts.

Except there.

Frowning, Scribe looked towards the far right of the room.

There, a small door stood in the wall.

It looked like just an ordinary storage room.

Scribe tiptoed over and grasped the doorknob.

"Click".

After a crisp sound, the small door opened, and the Scribe entered the room.

There weren't many things in the room, only two coffin-like objects covered with white cloth.

The Scribe grabbed the white cloth and yanked it sharply.

The white cloth fluttered in the wind before slowly settling to the ground.

After seeing what was hidden under the white cloth, the Scribe's eyes widened suddenly.

Those were two human bodies, or rather, bodies resembling humans.

The skull was ripped open, and the brain was missing.

In its place was an unidentified object that was still wriggling.

The Scribe was all too familiar with their appearances.

One of the "people" had a beard and strange black markings covering his face.

The other "person" had pointed ears, resembling those of a legendary elf, but had several crisscrossing scars on its face.

"Rokuro and Byakuya?"

Chapter 518 The Brain Food's Doppelgangers

How did they get here?

He was greatly shocked. The Scribe never expected to encounter the Rokuro and the Byakuya in such a place.

You know, the last time we met was on the Infinity Train...

At that time, having just eliminated Enmu, the Scribe intended to take advantage of the situation and eliminate the supporting Rokuro and Byakuya.

If it weren't for Shinri Masato's appearance, those two ghosts would have died that night.

And now, the situation of these two ghosts is also quite strange.

Legs stretched straight out, arms close to the sides of the body.

His face was expressionless, and his eyes were closed.

As a demon, and one of the Twelve Kizuki, how could they be lying here?

It's nighttime now!

The Scribe felt as if the Rokuro and the Byakuya were corpses used for human experiments after death.

The difference is that, as ghosts, they are not dead now.

But why is it so still?

What about that constantly writhing mass of flesh that occupies the space of the brain?

After a moment's thought, the Scribe placed one hand on the hilt of the Nichirin Blade.

He didn't know what had happened to the two ghosts, but he knew that eliminating them was absolutely the right thing to do.

Just as the Scribe was about to draw his sword and cut off the heads of the two ghosts, something unexpected happened.

Suddenly, the two ghosts, who had been motionless, trembled as if they had been electrocuted.

Immediately afterwards, the mass of flesh inside the skull stopped moving, and the lost skull regenerated in a short time.

After doing all this, the eyes of the Rokuro and the Byakuya slowly opened.

"??"

After opening their eyes, the two ghosts crawled out of the "coffin".

Their movements were very stiff, like newborn babies, not using their own bodies.

The Byakuya next to it slipped and fell heavily to the ground.

After a while, he stood up, pressed against the wall.

"Something's not right about their situation."

Taking in what had just happened, the Scribe clearly noticed what had occurred to Rokuro and Byakuya.

Normally, upon discovering themselves standing in front of them, the two ghosts would have screamed and fled.

At the very least, they would say some harsh words to warn themselves not to get close to them.

Now, the eyes of the Rokuro and the Byakuya are dull and lifeless.

Looking at himself, his face was filled with confusion and bewilderment, as if he didn't recognize himself at all.

"Who are you?"

He Rokuro his body, moved his mouth a few times, and managed to utter a few words.

You really don't recognize me?

With a furrowed brow, the Scribe felt increasingly uneasy.

As members of the Twelve Kizuki, even if they are missing their skulls and brains, or suffer the most severe injuries, given time, Rokuro and Byakuya can recover.

The injuries will not affect their memory.

"If that's the case, there's only one possibility."

A glint of light flashed in his eyes, and the Scribe thought of a possibility.

Aside from their bodies, which had recovered through regenerative abilities, the strange thing about Rokuro and Byakuya was the lump of flesh in their brains.

"Wait a minute, a lump of meat?"

Suddenly, the Scribe thought of something.

It occupied my brain, a lump of flesh, and I felt like I'd seen it somewhere before.

"Brain food!"

His eyes widened instantly, and the Scribe drew his Nichirin Blade from his waist.

Although those two lumps of flesh were different from the brain food he had encountered before, he was the only one that met all the criteria at the moment.

The appearance of the Rokuro and the Byakuya is very similar to that of a body being occupied.

"You should give your own names before asking others."

"Yeah?"

A hint of doubt appeared on his face as Rokuro looked at the Byakuya.

The Byakuya looked at the Rokuro with the same puzzled expression.

"Okay, I am Brain Eater No. 016."

"I am number 017!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Scribe gripped the knife even tighter.

"Sure enough, those two lumps of flesh were the brain food's clones!"

After taking a deep breath, he did not choose to behead the two ghosts.

Judging from the appearance of the Rokuro and the Byakuya, they seem to have no memory of what happened before.

This is the best opportunity for the Scribe to learn about brain food.

As the most cunning ghost the Scribe had ever seen, he still knew far too little about brain food.

Now that such an opportunity has presented itself, it's impossible to let it slip by.

"I am number 009."

With a slight upturn of the corners of his mouth, Scribe revealed a smile.

"This body is the body of the Demon Slayer I've taken over. Pretty good, huh?"

"So it was Brother Number Nine."

Upon hearing Scribe say that he was Brain Food's Number Nine clone, Rokuro and Byakuya's faces immediately lit up with smiles.

As the newly created clones, there are many things they don't know.

Everything they know is knowledge transmitted to them by the body of the brain food at the time of their birth.