Killer

With a gloomy face, Jilan Jiyu walked over to Satomi Ishihara, squatted down, picked up her hand, and put it back into his arms.

"Jilan, you..."

Satomi Ishihara was deathly pale. She looked at Jilan Jiyu and was about to say something, but before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by a voice.

"Don't worry, gentlemen, I'll take care of the criminal!" The Vibration Hero, Shin Shindo, rode his bicycle and drifted up to the two men. He didn't see what Jilan had just picked up and stared intently at the criminal running against the wall.

"You've offended me, Shindo, and you think you can just run away?!"

With a loud shout, Shin Shindo slammed his fist into the wall of the alley. A barely perceptible seismic wave instantly reached the feet of the sausage-lipped man, and the entire wall began to Vibrate irregularly!

The man with sausage lips lost his balance, yelled, and fell off the wall!

Jilan glanced at Shin Shindo with some apprehension. Shindo's Quirk was probably the same as his hero name, "Vibrate." If he were to attack Satomi Ishihara now, he wasn't sure he could win a fight against this guy. And, most importantly, he couldn't use his Quirk.

Fortunately, Shin Shindo didn't pay much attention to Jilan and the other person. Seeing the enemy getting back up, he shouted excitedly and chased after them, not forgetting to tell them, "Please move to a safe place, you two citizens, I'll be right back!"

Shin Shindo had run further and further away, leaving only Ishihara and Jilan silently gazing at each other under the dim streetlights.

Satomi Ishihara took a deep breath and mustered her courage to ask, "Jilan, was that a hand that fell out of your pocket just now, or some kind of toy?"

To be honest, although Jilan Jiyu appeared calm on the surface, they were actually quite panicked. Their fingernails were slowly growing longer, their mood was becoming impatient, and they were already considering whether to kill Mirko other.

The severed hand in Jilan's arms was a package she received after the Sports Festival and picked up at Ibara Shiozaki's house; it was freshly made. This meant that Jilan was quite interested in the hand and would use it as material for a spell that evening.

On her way home Jilan saw a pair of very beautiful hands and involuntarily followed them. After following them for a while, she realized that it was a female reporter she knew, and behind her was a lewd man who seemed to want to make a move on her.

Seeing that Satomi Ishihara was gradually gaining control of the situation, Jilan Jiyu had no intention of making a move, but this situation was disrupted by Shin Shindo. Seeing that the sharp-mouthed man had murderous intent towards her, Jilan Jiyu, with the mentality of "this is my prey, no one else can take it," stepped out from the corner and stood in front of Satomi Ishihara.

Originally, Jilan didn't want to do anything, but unfortunately, Ishihara saw the severed hand in his arms.

If it were any other stranger, Jilan Jiyu could explain, but Ishihara is a female journalist. If she writes something in a news magazine, even if she can explain to the authorities that what she has is a silicone toy and won't cause any misunderstanding, she will definitely face public criticism and suffer social death.

Jilan's expression was uncertain, and he remained silent, which gave Satomi Ishihara a bad feeling. Could it be that Jilan, who appeared to be a serious and well-behaved girl, was actually a ruthless killer in secret?

I've discovered his secret; will I be silenced?

For some reason, when Satomi Ishihara looked at Jilan's face again, she didn't find him particularly repulsive. Instead, she found his conflicted expression somewhat amusing. What on earth is he struggling with? If you were a serial killer, wouldn't it be better to just kill me right now?

If I wasn't mistaken, judging from the slender lines, Jilan was holding a woman's hand. Why would a serial killer tuck the hand of a woman he'd murdered into his robes? Was it some kind of perversion, or some inner void?

Satomi Ishihara suddenly thought of Jack the Ripper, a notorious serial killer from centuries ago. It is said that he attacked specific people, prostitutes, because of some special childhood memory. He not only murdered them, but also cruelly dismembered them in alleys.

So, is Jilan the same? Leaving a woman's corpse in the wilderness, leaving only a pair of hands as a memento beside him? If Jilan were to harm her, in other words, had she already satisfied his inner desires?

Ishihara also felt something was off. Not only was she not afraid of this man who seemed to be a serial killer, but she also felt a sense of joy—joy that she could fill the void in his heart.

Maybe I'm broken, but I really hope I can do something for you.

Suddenly, Satomi Ishihara made a move that caught Jilan Jiyu completely off guard—

Suddenly, Ishihara reached out and hugged Jilan Jiyu's head, burying it in her chest, like a mother who could accept all of her child's shortcomings, or like an older sister who could tolerate her younger brother's naughtiness, gently stroking his head.

Jilan Jiyu were completely unprepared. In a daze, they felt their faces buried in something soft and bouncy, as if burying themselves in it could make them forget all their fatigue. Just as Jilan was about to struggle, he heard Satomi Ishihara's resolute yet gentle voice.

"Jilan, I don't know what's troubling you that led you to commit such a murder. I can't understand it, and I can't possibly understand it. But I hope, if possible, that I will be the last person you kill."

Jilan Jiyu stopped struggling and listened quietly to her story.

"I don't care how my body is disposed of after I die. Whether it's dismembered or cut into pieces, or even if they just kill me and leave me on the cold ground, I won't care."

"However, this won't work. I want you to make your move in a secluded corner. More Pro Hero will be arriving soon, and you might run into trouble if you run out covered in blood."

Satomi Ishihara's gentle voice was like a lullaby her mother used to sing to her when he was a child, bringing him a sense of peace he had never felt since he came into this world.

"Of course, you can kill me here if you want, but I'm a little afraid of pain, so I'll try my best not to make a sound. But I hope you can cover my mouth."

Jilan Jiyu felt something deep inside him being touched; Yoshikage Kira's obsession with his opponent suddenly vanished without a trace, as if ice and snow had melted away.

Without any hindrance, Jilan easily raised his head, looked at Satomi Ishihara had closed her eyes and prepared to die, and sighed softly. She had already said all that; how could he possibly lay a hand on her? Besides, he wasn't the murderer she thought he was.

Ishihara closed his eyes, ready to fight, when suddenly he felt a hand cover his head. Was Jilan about to make his move? Ishihara felt a pang of regret, but he gritted his teeth, hoping he wouldn't scream.

However--

"Ooh!"

Satomi Ishihara felt her hair being roughly ruffled and cried out in surprise. She opened her eyes and saw Jilan Jiyu with an uncontrollable smile, her fair hands ruffling her hair.

"Won't he kill himself?" Satomi Ishihara blinked blankly.

"Ms. Ishihara, do you know what you're saying? You're calling me a murderer, and I'll sue you for defamation." Jilan Jiyu, with a gentle smile, took her hand from her pocket and handed it to Satomi Ishihara. "This is what you see; it's just a specimen needed for a lab lesson."

Ishihara took the hand in a daze, examined it several times, and realized that it was just a silicone model. Although it was somewhat realistic, it was still far from a real human hand.

"As you know, the deeper my Quirk of the human body, the more proficient I am in actual manipulation. Therefore, after this Sports Festival, I learned my lesson and borrowed this model from the school to do research after class."

Is that how it is?

Satomi Ishihara's face grew increasingly red. It's understandable that her partner would be dissatisfied with her results and want to improve, right?

But she mistook him for a murderer and buried Jilan's head in her chest. Would he think she was a delusional nymphomaniac?

Satomi Ishihara took a step back, bowed deeply to Jilan Jiyu, her face flushed, and said, "Jilan, I'm so sorry, I misunderstood you! Also, you did very well in this competition, please don't worry about winning or losing!"

It seems they've managed to brush this matter off. Jilan Jiyu breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "You didn't do anything wrong, don't worry about it."

If it weren't for that sausage-lipped man's kick, his hand wouldn't have fallen out of his arms, and Ishihara wouldn't have misunderstood. So, it's time to make that guy pay the price.

Under Satomi Ishihara Satomi's puzzled gaze, Jilan Jiyu raised his right thumb, and then-

I pressed it.