C1 The Diary of the Dead

The sun slanted in from the cabin window, illuminating the girl in the swaying cabin.

The girl's name was Yao, and she had a wicked and beautiful face. Her black hair fell down to her waist.

She was very small, but her figure was perfect. Her curvaceous figure was also very attractive.

In the eyes of an otaku, she was the kind of charming little demoness that no one could hate...

At this moment, Yao was reading a dirty and messy diary.

To ordinary people, this kind of tattered diary would probably be sold as trash.

However, to Yao Huhu, this was a very precious original.

The headline of the newspaper that was spread on the table like a tablecloth was marked:

"The evilest and cruelest killer of the 22nd century - Hundred Slaughter Jack Lee!"

Although the media had already been reporting for half a month.

But no one knew how Jack Lee returned to the city.

How he had been able to continuously commit murders while the city was under heavy guard.

Furthermore, he was even able to counter-attack and kill the victims who were holding onto firearms in self-defense?

It was truly related to the process of the evilest and cruelest homicidal demon of the 22nd century.

There was no report about the process of 100 people killing Jack Rie at all. The public's attention was all on Jack Rie's life story and life experience.

The bystanders would say, "Ah, I knew that he would do something like this sooner or later. Words like that are meaningless."

As a state-level researcher of the Allied Alliance, Yao Huhu naturally would not let it go just like that.

The "diary" that was covered in human blood in front of her was written by Jack the Hundred Slaughter.

Furthermore, it was a diary that Jack the Killer, wrote a few days before he first killed someone.

In the diary, it was recorded "The evilest and cruelest killing demon of the 22nd century - Jack the Killer."

He went from a seemingly ordinary driver to a "internal organ excavator" who had killed a few hundred people.

Yao Huhu did not think that this diary could solve all the mysteries about Jack Li.

But this was a very precious clue.

It also took some time to get this original document from the Union Police.

"Alright, let me see your true face. A hundred people killing Mr. Killer Fiend."

Confirming that there was a can with a paper straw beside her hand, she adjusted the cushion under her petite and compact butt.

She stepped onto the chair with her bare feet, held her legs, and put her chin on her knees.

After this ritual-like process, Yao Huhu opened the diary of a killer demon in front of her for the first time.

[2200, 25th March.]

[I can feel that my body is gradually becoming something unfamiliar to me, something that no human can understand.]

I'm afraid that no one will be able to understand the feeling of being gradually turned into the fear, nausea, and blasphemy of a completely different species. No one will be able to understand it. No one will be able to understand it either.

I know that it's useless even if I write these things down. No one will believe what I'm saying at all.

If someone were to see these journals, they would definitely send me to a mental hospital. I don't want to go to a mental hospital.

I just want to stay in this room alone and never go out. This is my territory.

No one is allowed in, yes, including those... things!

The creases, the wrinkles, were obviously the marks left by someone's grip.

The owner of the "diary" seemed to be using words to express the unbelievable fear and cowardice in his heart.

Yao Huhu was somewhat disappointed with this opening.

The most evil and cruel killer in the 22nd century, the one who dug out his internal organs, was killed by a hundred people.

Jack Lee, who had such a title, was no different from any other abnormal killer demon.

In the end, Jack Lee, like all the other killers, had a mental problem.

Originally, he thought that Jack Lee had a different reason.

The difference between Jack Li and the other murderers was that he killed more people?

He took a breath of pleasure and continued on to the next page.

[I am an ordinary driver. The company I work in is not a big corporation.]

[However, some time ago, there was a huge conflict among the executives of the company, and my superior argued with the board of directors.]

[My boss is a good person.]

Although I don't know how to solve the company's lack of money, I believe that he's a kind person.

[The awkward and tense atmosphere in the company continued for a period of time. In order to break this terrible atmosphere, the higher-ups of the company decided to all go on a cruise once although my boss objected: What kind of mood do you have to go on a trip when the company is short of money?

Unfortunately, my superior was convinced very quickly. The people who convinced my superior were not the company's top management who quarreled with him, but the employees of the company who really wanted to relax.

Everyone knows very well that the company is facing a financial problem at the moment, and they also know that the company executives are in an awkward stalemate.

That's why we need to relax properly. If the executives can't keep their cool and think of a solution to the problem, then the employees of the company will be even more at a loss as to what to do.

For the company's sake, this cruise can be the turning point of the company's destiny.

[An appropriate relaxation can make everyone's nerves relax, so that they can think more rationally and efficiently. Because of this reason, my superior finally agreed to this sudden team trip.]

Most of the employees in the company were invited. With anticipation and excitement, I thanked my superior who allowed me to join them on the cruise ship and got a three-day trip to the area surrounding the Pohnpei Independent District. 】

[Except for those who were unwilling to be left behind on duty in the company, I am still envious of those indignant fellows who cursed in a low voice.]

They will never know how lucky they are. If it is possible, I would rather stay in the company on behalf of them, rather than participate in the sightseeing on the cruise. I will never board that ship. 】

If you give me another chance, I definitely won't board that ship called Huang...!

I'll definitely try my best to hold my superior back so that he won't board that ship. That ship isn't any ordinary tourist ship.

The moment we boarded that ship, my body, my superior, and the fate of the others were completely changed. That ship is not a sightseeing ship, but a ship that leads to hell...

No, it's even more evil than hell. There are ...

The handwriting that was still in order became distorted at the end.

Obviously, the content of this page was not finished.

However, Yao Huhu did not connect the rest of the content under her fingertips.

The person who wrote the "diary" had obviously given up halfway through and continued to write.

Seeing this, Yao Huhu clearly understood a fact.

That was...

Jack Lee had turned from a driver into a killer!

Without a doubt, it had something to do with the company's comfort trip.

Just from the analysis of the two pages he had already read, it was obvious that he had experienced something on the ship.

Something that caused him to have a mental breakdown.

What he saw that had caused him to break down within a few days of returning to the land.

Even if he didn't describe what he had seen in detail.

However, it made him start to pay attention to the contents of the thin diary.

Of course, the girl didn't really believe that there was anything on a tourist ship that could cause him to be so terrified and break down.

Even if it was just a person's fantasy.

It could also be analyzed from logical thinking and philosophical angles, from which she could read valuable information.

For example, the shadow of his childhood and the flaws in his personality.

The owner of the "diary" obviously needed psychological treatment.

If he saw the "diary" more than half a year in advance.

He would have definitely asked him to receive the treatment of a psychiatrist, but unfortunately, it was already too late.

Because he was already dead. He was not known when he was alive.

After his death, the name Jack Lee became the most famous dead man in the 22nd century.

Just when the girl was about to open the next page.

A phone screen that had been forgotten at the corner of the table started to flash with a loud noise.

There were no notes on the number displayed on the screen, nor did there need to be any notes.

As an investigator, the girl with a good memory knew every number that seemed "unfamiliar" like the back of her hand.

It was a call from her bald instructor.

"Tsk."

She clicked her tongue and temporarily put down the "diary" in her hand.

The girl picked up the phone and touched the surface of the screen with her finger. Then, she picked up the phone that was still ringing.

"Hello, teacher, this is Yao. Have you found out the result of your investigation? What was Jack's cause of death?"