Tokyo, Adachi District.
"So pitiful." Haibu Sha's eyes were red as usual. She looked at her phone for a while and then washed the vegetables.
Usually, she was an "excellent employee" who was always focused on her work in the restaurant. She had never been absent-minded or made a small mistake.
"Woo …"
Mizuno couldn't help but squint at Haibu while making noodles with both hands. He had been concerned about Haibu Sha's situation since ten minutes ago.
She was standing in front of the vegetable sink, rubbing the taro in her hands unconsciously. Her abnormal expression had lasted since a while ago.
She was probably moved by something on her phone. Mizuno chuckled. There were also people like this who would be moved to tears when they saw some touching videos or articles on their phones. They were very empathetic.
It was just like when he was in middle school. The school always arranged a "touching filial piety" speech. The children and their parents would sit together on the playground and listen to a man's emotional speech. Then, the children and their parents would hug each other and cry. Of course, at the last critical moment, the speaker would not forget to promote their own books and CDs. Some children would cry, but those who didn't cry didn't mean that they didn't understand filial piety. They just had another way to express their feelings.
"Salted ramen and a portion of barbecued pork," a customer shouted as he walked into the restaurant.
"Okay." Mizuno raised his head and smiled at the customer.
He made the noodles in one go.
"It's done."
"What are you looking at?" Mizuno moved to Haibu's side after handing over a bowl of ramen. "Why are you crying so much?"
Hai Bu's fair fingers tapped on the screen of her phone. On the chopping board, there was a clean cabbage with green onions.
The work in the restaurant was divided into two parts. One was the family restaurant and the other was the ramen. In comparison, Mizuno felt that it was easier to make ramen with machines.
Haibu Sha wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes with her index finger. The tip of her small nose was still red. She sniffled and looked at Mizuno shyly. "Mizuno-kun … He's so pitiful."
Haibu wiped her hands and shared an article on her phone with Mizuno.
Haibu also had Line, but she didn't have many contacts. Now, no one dared to bully her, but because of Mizuno's fierce reputation, no one dared to make friends with her. Clicking on the article that Haibu reposted, Mizuno subconsciously looked at the number of reposts of the article.
"More than a hundred people reposted it, so there must be at least a few thousand people who saw it."
This was an article that was originally on the Trash Can website. Now, it was reposted on other software. Within a day, there were thousands of people watching it. If it continued to ferment, it might even become a news event. The development of technology was really not to be underestimated.
But now, the internet was filled with all kinds of strange news to consume people's attention. If it wasn't scary enough, it wouldn't have the effect of fermenting public opinion.
"Miyagi Prefecture …" It seemed to be in the northeast region, and the capital was Sendai. Well, based on the experience of his previous life, many Chinese students might not have heard of the Island nation of Sapporo, Yokohama, and Kobe, but they must have heard of Sendai. After all, that was the name of the place that would appear in the introduction of Lu Shuren in the textbooks every semester. "18 years old, the same age …"
This was a long article of more than 10,000 words. Judging from the style of writing between the lines, the person who wrote this letter should be a good student. After a quick glance, Mizuno understood why Haibu's eyes were red.
This article must have awakened some of her bad memories. Moreover, the girl in the article was bullied even more severely. Occasionally, when one saw school bullying on the news, they would only feel that it was far away from them. However, the article written by the person who wrote it was full of power. It was like an axe that kept increasing the thickness and weight of the back of the axe, making it more lethal when it fell.
In a metropolis like Tokyo, where the education committee and family committee were complete, the students did not dare to really force their classmates to death. However, in a remote countryside like this, it was really lawless. If they caught a weak person and bullied them to death, everyone's malice would converge into a wave.
This article did not seem to be fake. It was more like a letter with sufficient evidence. The person had listed his name and the school he studied one by one in the article. He was prepared to completely cut off from the world.
In the long article, the author had also inserted many photos — torn flyers, vulgar words in WeChat Moments, and a photo that only had half a feather left. This added to the credibility of the article.
"This feather …"
It was a feather that he had made with paper. Mizuno recognized the origin of this half piece of paper at a glance. In the comment section of the original website, some people were arguing about how much this feather could be sold for if it was real from Chiba County.
Seeing that the paper made from paper had been hyped up to one million dollars per piece, Mizuno could not help but be secretly shocked. That night when the angel collapsed in Fortuni, although most of the paper was blown into the ocean, some of it still blew into the places where humans lived.
He had inadvertently created a huge market, and there were more than 10,000 feathers scattered in the world. However, these worthless things would not create an illusory castle in the air like the Dutch tulip and eventually lead to a financial crisis.
However, these papers could not be said to be useless. After all, they could carry Chakra. Mizuno was not sure if those research institutions could use scientific instruments to detect metaphysical things. If they could, it would be a good thing for him. Without Chakra and sealing spells, the paper was too hard to wipe.
It was just that the victim in the story actually had such a connection with him. The miraculous power of fate caused a slight ripple in Shui Ye's heart. To be able to pick up a paper feather flying in the air in Miyagi Prefecture behind the mountains, the probability was no higher than winning the lottery.
"She'll be fine, right?"
Haibu looked at the end of the phone worriedly. The person who wrote this article had personally said that it was a suicide note.
"It's just a joke on the Internet."
Mizuno's face was calm. "There are people who specialize in playing pranks on the Internet. They make up stories that seem real, and then a few days later, they might jump out and say that it's all fake and that you've all been fooled by me."
"Really …?" Haibu Sha still looked worried. "It must be … a joke."
"Go." Mizuno nodded toward the outside of the shop, and the black crow soared into the sky.
'Since we're fated to be together, I'll help you get what you need.'
Many people just lacked the courage to stand up. Mizuno would not force the author of the article to accept his power. This was just a normal transaction. Feeling the crow's speed in the sky, Mizuno lowered his head and quietly cut the noodles.
There was no end to all the bad people in the world.
Haibu Sha suddenly felt a chill around her. She looked out of the shop, and then looked at Mizuno-kun, who made her feel at ease.
'Maybe it's an illusion.'