Sonic Weapon

Jiang Xia soon arrived at the agreed-upon KTV and entered the private room.

Besides Mouri Ran, Suzuki Sonoko, and Conan, there were four other people in the room. They were all members of a Band—two men and two women.

Among them, the Band's manager, Tera Haramari—a beautiful woman with short hair—was calmly ordering food and songs while attending to the guests, her movements gentle and poised.

Jiang Xia's gaze lingered on her for a long while.

—She was covered in dense Killing Intent.

Tera Haramari did not notice Jiang Xia studying her and invited him to sit down.

No one in the group was particularly introverted, and within minutes, the private room had become lively.

After several songs, Suzuki Sonoko held the Microphone and swept her eyes over the crowd. She suddenly spotted Conan sitting on the sofa with his chin propped on his hand, his Face Full Of boredom.

Suzuki Sonoko looked at Conan, then at Jiang Xia beside him, and mischievously narrowed her almond-shaped eyes.

A moment later, she walked over, picked Conan up, and stuffed the Microphone into his arms. "Why are you acting like an old man at your age? Hurry up, you sing one too!"

As she spoke, she naturally turned around with the air of a supervisor and sat down in Conan's former seat.

Then she glanced sideways, and a faint blush crept onto her face.

Conan, who saw through everything: "..." If you wanted to sit beside Jiang Xia, just say so...

Conan sighed and wanted to switch seats and hand the Microphone to someone else.

However, everyone was curious about what a first grader could sing, and they all began egging him on.

Unable to refuse such enthusiastic encouragement, Conan hesitated for a moment before reservedly picking a song.

Conan was actually tone-deaf, and his off-key singing was earth-shatteringly bad. But honestly, he quite liked singing. It was just that no one had ever been willing to listen before, so he could only suppress his hobby.

And now...

Conan held the Microphone and cast a gloomy glance around the room. "..."

These people had made him sing, so they could not blame him...

At that moment, Jiang Xia's attention was still on the manager, Tera Haramari. When he saw Conan pick up the Microphone, he did not pay much attention.

As a "prophet," Jiang Xia naturally knew that Conan was tone-deaf.

But then he reconsidered. How terrible could merely singing off-key be?

A dozen seconds later.

Conan's singing rang melodiously through the private room.

Everyone was stunned. Jiang Xia's hand froze around a biscuit, and the room fell into dead silence.

"..." Tch. He had been careless.

Mouri Ran had originally taken out her phone, intending to record the moment.

But she was now stunned rigid, stray hairs sticking up from the shock. The members of the Orchestra were equally dumbfounded—they had never imagined that such awful singing could exist in this world.

Jiang Xia took a deep breath. Before the song reached its chorus and its destructive power hit its peak, he summoned Xiao Bai at the fastest speed of his life and transferred his hearing into it.

He was just about to have Xiao Bai take his precious hearing and flee somewhere far away.

But before he could give the order, Xiao Bai let out a terrified shriek, like it had been caught in a door, and fled at the speed of someone running for its life. It floated through the crack in the window and rolled onto the silent street.

Jiang Xia's ears instantly found peace.

He slowly let out a breath and leaned back against the sofa.

Without that soul-piercing noise, and with everyone else currently in a state of mental paralysis...

Jiang Xia could finally study one of today's targets at ease: Tera Haramari.

The Killing Intent around her carried a rich scent of green peppers.

Although it was also special, rare Killing Intent, Jiang Xia's motivation plummeted after he clearly caught the smell.

Jiang Xia remembered this person.

Tera Haramari and Kimura Tatsuya—the male celebrity with the spiky hair—Secretly Love each other.

A few years ago, when Kimura Tatsuya was signed by a major company, he had invited Tera Haramari to become his manager.

Tera Haramari had therefore believed that Kimura Tatsuya liked her.

Amid her joy, she felt inferior because of her ordinary appearance and deliberately underwent plastic surgery.

Who would have thought that after she became beautiful, Kimura Tatsuya was not pleasantly surprised at all? Instead, he became unusually angry and began mocking her as an "ugly freak" from time to time, treating her worse and worse.

Tera Haramari fell from heaven into Hell and believed that she had been toyed with. After several years, she could no longer endure it. Killing Intent gradually arose within her, and she ultimately decided to kill Kimura Tatsuya—the man who had trampled on her dignity—at this celebration banquet.

"..." But in truth, Jiang Xia remembered that Kimura Tatsuya liked her too.

Unfortunately, in this world, sharp-tongued people whose words did not match their hearts always faced an extremely high risk of death.

At that thought, Jiang Xia realized that he seemed to have run into another either-or choice.

—Did he want Kimura Tatsuya's soul, or Tera Haramari's Killing Intent?

Jiang Xia: "..." Although he did not like green peppers, rationally speaking, unless Kimura Tatsuya could turn into a Ghost Fetus, the green-pepper-flavored High-Grade Killing Intent was clearly more useful.

Even if he did not eat it himself, perhaps some Ghost would like it?

With that in mind, Jiang Xia planned to ask Miyano Akemi and Xiao Bai for their opinions.

Just then, a hand suddenly reached toward him from the side.

Jiang Xia jolted and instinctively grabbed the person. With a backhanded swing, he pinned the "Sneak Attack" attacker flat against the sofa. At the same time, he casually picked up an Ashtray.

He was just about to smack the "attacker" a couple of times to calm his nerves when he looked more carefully and discovered that the person beneath him was Conan.

Jiang Xia, who had transferred away his hearing and could not hear the terrifying song: "..." Hm?

...Was he finally done singing?