The Photograph
Apart from those, new knowledge can only be acquired by them devouring new brains.
For some reason, the original Brain Food took away the brains of the Rokuro and the Byakuya, leaving none for its two clones.
This resulted in the two newly born clones resembling newborn babies.
They believe whatever others say.
"Thank goodness, thank goodness, I thought it was an enemy."
"Yes, yes, I opened my eyes and saw someone, it startled me."
Seeing a hint of relief on the faces of "Rokuro" and "Byakuya," the Scribe continued to press for answers.
"Why did you take over these two guys' bodies?"
"Have no idea."
Shaking their heads, the two ghosts spoke at the same time.
All we know is that this is the command of the entity.
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Demon Slayer, or rather humans, become completely corpses after losing their brains.
But ghosts are different; even if they lose their brains, it doesn't necessarily affect their subsequent actions and speech.
Therefore, according to the Scribe's conjecture, after the brain-eating food devoured the ghost's brain, it could only temporarily occupy the body.
If they emerge from the skull and no measures are taken to prevent the ghost from regenerating its brain, the ghost will regain control of the body.
This is like a machine where the main chip, called "brain food," can only function when the original chip is not present.
Once the ghost's original brain grows back, it will regain control.
Thinking about this, many things that I didn't understand before became clear.
"What's wrong, Brother Number Nine?"
Seeing that the Scribe remained silent, Byakuya asked.
"Is there something wrong with this body?"
"No."
Shaking his head, the Scribe indicated that he was fine.
"I have another question I'd like to ask you."
"You say."
"Do you know where the original body is?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Rokuro and the Byakuya moved instantly.
Without hesitation, the two demons charged at the Scribe, swinging their claws to strike his head and heart.
"You are not Number Nine!"
Upon hearing this, the Scribe realized that he had been exposed.
"What happened? Did my question just now give me away?"
His mind raced as Scribe pondered the flaws in his earlier words.
"No, my logic was sound. How did they figure it out?"
"Unless, from the very beginning, my question was wrong."
A possibility slowly emerged in his mind, and the Scribe then swung the Nichirin Blade in his hand.
In an instant, flames burst forth in the dimly lit room.
"Choo choo choo".
The expressions of the previously ferocious-looking Rokuro and Byakuya froze, their pupils widening instantly.
In less than a second, the Scribe severed their limbs.
The intense heat scorched the wound, and a strange smell filled the air.
"Ugh!"
Waves of pain washed over them, and the two ghosts, unable to bear the intense agony, howled in agony.
"Damn it."
The Scribe wasn't sure if the room could block out sound, but he knew very well that he didn't have much time left.
Once Shinri Keito notices something amiss here, he will surely rush over immediately.
He strode forward and stepped on the Rokuro's chest.
"Tell me, where is the actual body of this brain food?!"
"Don't even think about it."
The Byakuya beside him revealed a terrifying smile, its mouth almost stretching to its eyes.
"Let me guess, you're Demon Slayer."
"When the original body gave birth to us, it instilled the most knowledge about Demon Slayer and Demon Slayer Corps."
"Based on the people I know, you must be the 'Scribe'."
Without saying a word, the Scribe simply swung his knife lightly.
The next moment, Byakuya's head flew off, and the expression on his face froze.
The skull cracked open instantly, and the brain matter inside shot out like a cannonball, flying towards the doorway.
With a cold snort, the Scribe unleashed another slash.
The Flame Slash easily cut the clone in two, then burned it to ashes.
"I'm giving you one last chance. Tell me the location of the brain food itself."
"Dream."
Even with his "brother" dying in front of him, Rokuro's face showed no trace of fear.
"We were born to serve the One. You think I'd betray Him? Absolutely not!"
No matter how the Scribe threatened him, Rokuro refused to reveal the true nature of the brain-eating entity.
Seeing the Scribe's face gradually darken, Rokuro laughed instead.
Suddenly, the Scribe spoke.
"Actually, you have no idea where the brain food itself is."
The smile on his face froze instantly, and a hint of surprise flashed in Rokuro's pupils before disappearing.
"How could that be? Of course I know, but don't try to get it from me."
"Then how did you determine before that I wasn't a clone of the Brain Food?"
"..."
Speechless for a moment, Rokuro didn't know how to answer the question. (Reading by...)
"Because..."
"Because from the very beginning, the brain food did not intend to tell its clones its location, so the one asking about its location must not be one of its clones."
How did you know?!
With a loud roar, Rokuro then saw the sneer on the Scribe's face.
Upon seeing that smile, he realized he had fallen into a trap.
"I was a little unsure at first, but thankfully you confirmed it for me."
Looking at the Rokuro beneath his feet, the Scribe spoke calmly.
"In that case, you're useless."
Having said that, he slashed downwards with his Nichirin Blade.
After chopping up the head of the "Rokuro" and the brains inside, the Scribe hurriedly retraced his steps and returned to his previous bedroom.
I had barely lain down when I heard a man's voice coming from outside.
"Mister Scribe, are you there?"
After hesitating for a moment, the Scribe pretended to have been woken up and said.
"Yes, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing. I just heard a warning sound. It seems like a thief broke into the family compound, so I came to let you know."
"Thief?"
With a hint of doubt in his voice, the Scribe continued.
"Did the Shinri Family lose any valuables?"
"It's unclear at the moment, but judging from the clan chief's expression, he was extremely angry."
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Thank you, but it's not necessary."
After saying that, the man outside the door left.
With a slight upturn of her lips, Scribe knew that the other party had not come specifically to tell her that a thief had broken into the Shinri Family.
A respectable family was somehow managed to sneak in by a thief.
To tell oneself so openly is probably just an excuse to check whether one is actually in the room.
"Shinri Keito probably already suspects me."
With his eyes closed, the Scribe's mind began to work.
"After leaving here, we will need to conduct an in-depth investigation into the Shinri Family."
"Especially afterward, if the photos are exposed, the first thing to do is to investigate whether they are related to the Shinri Family."
After forming a rough plan in his mind, the Scribe then pretended to sleep.
The next morning, after having breakfast at the Shinri Family, the Scribe planned to leave.
When he left, only Shinri Kōjin and Shinri Ichijou came out to see him off.
Upon inquiry, it was learned that Shinri Keito was furious because he had not found any trace of the thief.
The guards who patrolled last night were severely reprimanded, and some were even punished.
"Please tell Shinri Patriarch that I hope he can find the thief soon."
"I will bring it."
Seeing this, the Scribe left the Shinri Family.
After the Scribe left, Shinri Kōjin relayed the original message to Shinri Keito, as agreed.
"I see."
Huiren waved his hand, signaling Guangren to leave so he could have some peace and quiet.
"Chief, please take a rest."
After leaving a word of concern, Hikaru departed.
After Hikaru left, Megumi, who had been leaning against the sofa, stood up and walked to the desk.
Then he took a paper bag from a drawer next to him.
Huiren dumped the contents of the paper bag onto the table, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"With these things, bringing down the Scribe will be a piece of cake."
The items on the desk were photographs taken by Brain Food that day, depicting the Scribe' massacre of humans.