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A week later, at the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Headquarters.
Zhou Jing and I sat in the conference room, watching surveillance footage projected onto the screen. The video showed a blinding blue light shooting up into the sky just moments before the entire building collapsed with a thunderous roar.
This is all the evidence we could find, said Inspector Doi from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police. The underground facility has been completely destroyed, and most of the data is irretrievable.
What about Yamada's body? I asked.
We haven't found it, he shook his head. In fact, aside from some fragments of the Yi-Rang Apparatus, we found nothing. Those experimental subjects seem to have never existed.
Honda Miho stood by the window, gazing out at Mount Fuji. They chose this way to end everything.
What do you mean?
She turned around, her expression serious. Yesterday, I received an anonymous package.
She pulled out an envelope from her bag and emptied its contents onto the table—a fragment of a bronze mask, stained with dark red marks.
This isn't ordinary blood, Zhou Jing said as he picked up the fragment for a closer look. Look at this pattern.
The fragment was engraved with ancient symbols that glimmered ominously under the light. What was even more unsettling was that the bloodstains seemed to be subtly writhing, as if still possessing some form of life.
That's not all, Honda Miho said as she opened her laptop. There was also this in the package.
The screen displayed a map marked with several points around the world. Next to each point was a date, some of which dated back several years.
These are...
Other experimental bases, she explained. And judging by the dates, they were established in a specific order.
Inspector Doi leaned in for a closer look. This pattern...
Indeed, if you connect these points, they form a bizarre symbol. This symbol is strikingly similar to the sacrificial markings we saw in Nagamine Village.
Something's off, Zhou Jing suddenly said. Look at these dates. Each base was established around the time of a lunar eclipse.
Honda Miho's face paled further. According to rooftop data, the next lunar eclipse will occur in three months. The location is...
She pointed to a spot on the map. It was deep in Siberia, with a small note next to it: Last Altar.
This can't be right, I said. Yamada mentioned ancient gods before; could it be...
Before I could finish my thought, the lights in the conference room flickered suddenly. Through the window, we saw dark clouds gathering in the sky, and an eerie red moon appeared intermittently.
Strange, Inspector Doi remarked as he checked his watch; it’s only three in the afternoon.
At that moment, I noticed that the bronze mask fragment had begun to heat up. The bloodstains were no longer dark red but glowed bright red like neon light.
What was even more unsettling was that the symbols seemed to be faintly glowing, forming a line of indistinct words. Zhou Jing trembled as he read aloud:
"The ritual is not yet complete."
Suddenly, a cold wind blew in from an unknown source, scattering the documents on the table into the air. As we hurriedly tried to gather them, we realized that the fragments of the mask had vanished without a trace. All that remained was a dark red stain on the tabletop, slowly seeping into the wood grain.
"We must act immediately," Honda Miho said. "Although Yamada is dead, he may have been just a part of a larger plan. And the true mastermind behind it..."
Before she could finish her sentence, the phone rang. It was Jiang Zhendong calling.
"Something has happened," he said urgently. "At the ruins of Qingzhou Hospital, we discovered an underground space. Inside, there’s an entire wall of bronze masks, and—"
The signal suddenly cut off. Outside, dark clouds had completely obscured the sun, casting Tokyo in an eerie red glow.
On the map, the coordinates in Siberia were emitting a faint light, as if beckoning us.
Honda Miho silently observed everything: it had begun.
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