Madness, madness.
The more Gin chewed on the words, the more he could taste the madness seeping from the pages.
No wonder there are so many cults in Japan.
Many of them were driven crazy by their own piety.
He continued to read the diary in silence.
The handwriting, which should have been straight, began to scrawl and stain with ink in the later entries.
It matched the madness in the words perfectly.
It was hard for Gin to imagine that he would read a madman's diary word by word.
But for the "Treasure"… and to afford a wax job for his classic car, Gin could only swallow his impatience.
[Entry]
Are you watching?
You must be watching, right?
This sentence… Gin's eyes rippled slightly.
He didn't know what kind of mood the writer was in when pondering this sentence.
Then he looked down.
[Entry]
I know you are watching!
I found you!
I saw you!
I must find you, I am ready.
[Entry]
God told me that people should not look directly at [DATA REDACTED]
There seems to be some taboo hidden in it that mortals cannot touch.
Based on the warnings of God, I make the following judgment:
[CENSORED SYMBOLS]
[MIND HAZARD]
Headache.
A sudden, splitting headache!
Gin's instinct to survive made him look away instantly.
While he was drowning in the sensation, he suddenly felt a heavy gasp, like an angry beast, hitting his heart. It made his heart beat faster and faster.
Thump-thump-thump.
As his heartbeat accelerated, his head felt like it was being sawed open by a blunt, rusty blade. Even Gin, a man who had been trained to resist torture and interrogation, was gritting his teeth, cold sweat forming on his temples.
What's going on!?
What the hell is this thing?
Is the notebook poisoned? A contact neurotoxin?
But the moment he looked away from the text, the pain eased. He soon returned to his former calm.
He pulled out a portable detection device to examine his body.
It was fine. Vital signs were normal.
After scanning the notebook with the instrument again, the safe green light finally made Gin look suspicious.
No radiation. No chemical traces.
Vodka was still swiping on his phone on the other sofa, completely unaffected.
Maybe my paranoia is acting up again.
Normal occupational hazard.
After a long silence, he spread out the notebook again with a flickering look in his eyes.
Gin deliberately avoided the specific censored words.
But the roughness of the afterglow still forced his survival instinct to scream.
His heart seemed to jump suddenly. A kind of heat from the high-speed flow of blood faintly wiped out his breath.
Unbelievable…
Gin murmured the unimaginable word in a low voice.
How is it possible?
How could this happen!?
Words can actually lead to dangers that are enough to cut off human life?
Simple text... can it hold such a secret?
No.
That is absolutely impossible.
Otherwise, most of the living people in this world would die just by reading.
Then…
He narrowed his eyes and made a conclusion.
Then it must be that the specific "Knowledge" recorded here has actual "Power."
The moment he made such an inference, Gin felt a chill in his heart.
Treasure…
Is this the so-called truth of the Treasure?
No.
It is not certain yet.
This kind of thing—this kind of major event that could overturn the worldview established for many years—cannot be concluded so hastily.
I have to try again.
I have to try again…
Although he thought so, the hand holding the notebook became more and more cautious.
He dared not turn his gaze to the "Forbidden Knowledge" anymore, but turned to other, more coherent records.
[Entry]
I did it!
I did it!!
I was right!
It's all true!
I saw God! I finally saw God! Hahahahaha!!!
Gin couldn't help but choke up a difficult breath. At this moment, he felt his scalp tingle looking at this madman… no.
At this Believer.
Because that madman-like research spirit was a kind of madness completely unseen in the Organization.
With the foreshadowing of the Forbidden Knowledge, Gin tore off the labels of "Ignorance" and "Stupidity" from Yoshitomi Kamo, and instead labeled him as Dangerous.
This kind of person…
For the first time, a mere civilian left a terrible shadow in Gin's mind.
That was a sinister feeling different from the battlefield or the Cold War.
Even Gin was experiencing it for the first time.
This is really...…
[Entry]
Mortals cannot look directly at It! Mortals cannot look directly at It!!
I finally understood what God said!
I am one step closer to God's favor.
But [REDACTED]'s method is not applicable to mortals. If mortals want to witness the Truth of the World, they have to use more gentle means.
Fortunately, I happen to have such a method.
Gin's eyes were suddenly disturbed.
He didn't want to delay. His expression was hot and eager, though he didn't even realize it.
He felt like he was gradually unlocking the secrets of the world.
The extremely heavy and inexplicable pressure made Gin's hands feel like lead weights when turning the pages.
However, three or four pages were torn out in a row, making Gin's face as gloomy as dead water.
Fortunately, the person who tore off the pages did not do it too harshly. At least one page was left behind.
[Ritual No. 5]
1. Find an Old Crow. Remove its eye while ensuring that it survives.
2. Eat the Crow's Eye within ten seconds.
3. This ritual must be completed during the "Hour of the Ox" (Devil's Hour).
4. You must silently say three times: "I can see."
Warning: The difficulty and danger of Ritual 5 are extremely high and must be treated with caution.
If you find that there is a danger to life, you must kill the Old Crow as soon as possible.
Use with caution.
After that, Gin only glanced at several crazy words in the daily practice logs and no longer paid attention.
The most important thing now is…
"Ritual Number Five..."
Focusing on the words Cautious, Dangerous, and Use with Caution.
Gin didn't know where the danger came from.
But when he thought of the horror of the Forbidden Knowledge just now, he suddenly had a vague guess.
He is a smart man.
In the original work, when the Organization was infiltrated like a sieve by rats (spies), he was able to carry the banner of the Organization alone. The external success was most likely caused by this person. He had to fight wits and courage with traitors, detectives, and intelligence agencies from all over the world.
There is no doubt about his sharpness and mind. Even the current Shinichi Kudo has to admit defeat in terms of ruthlessness.
Pulling open a corner of the curtain, the sky was the same.
Still dim. Not quite dawn.
But the thick black clouds did not show any tendency to rain.
Downstairs, the hustle and bustle of people was noisy and busy.
Gin could not see the "Truth" recorded in the notes at all.
From his perspective, the people were still people. The city was still the city.
"Vodka."
"Yes!"
Vodka, who was still browsing on his phone, was startled.
He glanced at the electric kettle and saw it was still boiling.
The fire was a little small…
"Go buy a crow. An old crow. No… it would be better to buy several. All old ones."
"...…"
Vodka suspected that he was hallucinating.
Crows?
Old ones?
Should he buy a few more?
Touching the coins in his pocket that were clattering and making a shabby sound, Vodka wanted to shout: "I have no money!"
The Organization hadn't given him field funding for several months!
But the obedient Vodka just nodded silently.
Yes, Big Brother.
How could Big Brother pay for the things he bought?
Then naturally, the little brother had to do it for him…
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