One night passed quickly.
Early the next morning, the two Snipers headed toward the Temple, grumbling curses. Just as Chianti asked for the Nth time, "What exactly was Uzo doing last night? Why did he let that guy walk out of the hotel alive?!" Korn suddenly stopped.
Korn: "Shift's over."
Chianti: "?"
She lifted the brim of her hat and followed Korn's gaze upward. Reflected in her eyes was the Temple's iconic Five-Story Pagoda.
The Five-Story Pagoda was ancient and dilapidated, shrouded in the faint morning mist and giving off an eerie, terrifying air.
At the top of the highest level, beneath the upturned eaves, a burly figure hung suspended—a four-hundred-year-old legend of murder had fully come back to life today, just as President Oda had wished.
"This guy is still so..." Chianti opened her mouth and, after a long search through her memory, finally dug up a word Gin had once used. "Devoted to art."
Korn: "..."
...It was pretty artistic.
The two Snipers slipped away furtively, quickly erasing every trace of their visit as they went.
Some time later, the Temple caretaker arrived at the entrance, yawning.
He pushed open the door, casually glanced toward the Five-Story Pagoda, and suddenly froze.
"Mr. Jiang Xia! I'm Okabe, the one who showed you around the Temple yesterday!"
Jiang Xia was woken by a phone call. On the other end was the panicked Temple caretaker.
Yesterday, this middle-aged man had calmly told them Ghost stories. Now, he sounded as though he had personally stepped into one. "The ghosts and gods are causing trouble again! The Five-Story Pagoda—it, it has come back to life!"
Nearly half an hour later, Jiang Xia arrived at the Temple behind the amusement park with a group of people.
The moment they arrived, they saw