This Japanese Slice-of-Life Isn’t Lame - chapter 30 Who Is The Psychopath, You Or Me?

The shining metal bat shimmering with cold light smashed down with the pressure from the wind!

Kitagawa Tera could see the expression of Arano Ryoko wanting to take out her gun to shoot the culprit, as well as the fear and surprise from Kamiya Mirai nearby.

I thought this guy would be able to bear it until Ryoko leaves.

Kitagawa Tera could not help shaking his head, not harboring any hope for the reward.

Arano Ryoko’s and Kamiya Mirai’s expressions looked as though they saw a ghost. Kitagawa Tera coldly took two steps back and avoided this life-threatening attack. His right leg kicked the black figure flying at an incredible angle.

The opponent flew several meters away!

Kacha!!!

The crisp sound of ribs shattering made both Kamiya Mirai’s and Arano Ryoko’s jaws drop.

What was this situation?

They only recovered when Kitagawa Tera picked up the fallen metal bat and murderously chased down the culprit, who had barely got back on his feet.

Everything happened in a matter of seconds, but it gave them an illusion that years had passed.

“…No… This…?” Arano Ryoko’s eyes widened when she saw how Kitagawa Tera was not the least bit afraid but also vigorously gave chase. Her mouth twitched.

What was this situation?

Could you imagine? The murderer laid in wait with a bat, but it turned out that the supposed victim’s murderous intent was more frightening than the murderer’s.

Did he actually want to use the murderer’s bat to kill him?

Arano Ryoko could not help muttering to herself, “… Could we have the wrong murderer? The real murderer is this Kitagawa kid?”

The female superintendent did not waste any time. After giving Kamiya Mirai some instructions, she followed behind, concerned.

The dumbfounded Kamiya Mirai was left behind, staring at the backs of the three people running one after the other.

“What’s this?”

On this winter night, she was forlorn and all alone.

…

Kitagawa Tera held the metal bat, with the look of death filling his eyes.

The opponent moved very fast, disappearing from sight in a flash.

However, catching up with the culprit was not difficult for him.

The night was still young. Kitagawa Tera wanted to let him run for a while more, best if he could create some time to question this culprit.

If Arano Ryoko were present, he would not be able to ask many things…

He waited for a while before calmly giving chase with the metal bat.

…

Ishikawa Kaito never thought that there would come a day where someone was chasing him.

“Is that high school student a monster?!”

Behind him was Kitagawa Tera, whose shadow stretched under a street lamp. He was dragging the bat, making loud clanking sounds, causing him to feel that Kitagawa Tera was even more terrifying and cruel than him, a perverted murderer.

Who is the psychopath, you or me!!!

He really wanted to shout at the guy behind him.

But Ishikawa Kaito did not have the courage.

Because by taking advantage of the light, he could clearly see Kitagawa Tera’s expression.

Kitagawa Tera’s frosty expression had no fluctuations even though he had broken several of Ishikawa Kaito’s ribs. The cold reflected in his pupils and his expressionless face made him look like a ruthless butcher or a forensic doctor.

“That guy… that guy is definitely not normal!” Ishikawa Kaito spat out bloody foam and gasped for breath while leaning against a wall.

It was the first time he encountered such a scene. He could not keep himself from shivering when he recalled it.

The urging sound of the metal bat rang out again.

The high school student behind him seemed dissatisfied with him taking a rest. He slammed the metal bat against the road in front of him.

It felt as though the bat was about to smash his head in the next second.

“Bastard!” Ishikawa Kaito quickly got up and ran again in panic when he heard this eerie sound.

He put some distance between them again.

The sound of the metal bat still lingered in his ears, like a fear-stimulating drug.

How does he know where I’m running? Why isn’t he panicking? What did I provoke?

Ishikawa Kaito shivered and gritted his teeth to avoid crying out in fear.

The pain under his ribs was forcing him to slow down.

However, the clanking of the metal bat sounded as soon as he slowed down, rushing him. It was as though this high school student would appear in front of him in the next second.

If that strange high school student caught up, he would absolutely not be able to survive!

Ishikawa Kaito’s teeth were trembling. He had killed many people, most of them girls.

Especially on nights like this, he enjoyed the expressions on these women’s faces distorted with fear.

However, he never thought that such a toe-curling, crippling fear could one day happen to him.

Fear, hesitation, helplessness, dread, pain.

All these emotions were depriving Ishikawa Kaito of the power to advance.

However, the damned sound from the metal bat did not stop! The other party seemed to have long figured out the direction he was escaping in. He closed in leisurely, giving him a sense of fear that he would soon approach but always seemed to be in the near distance.

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damm it!

His energy was spent, and he had to find a place to rest.

Ishikawa Kaito looked around. He found a dumpster and dived into it in an instant.

Dumpsters always had a rotten stench. This fact would not change no matter the season. However, Ishikawa Kaito jumped into it without any hesitation. He did not even dare to look outside and stayed within it as though it were his home.

The sound of the metal bat drew closer.

Clang Clang

The other party’s footsteps sounded morbid and crazy with the sound of the metal bat. The heavy and rapid footsteps made Ishikawa Kaito cringe!

He held his breath and did not dare to look outside.

At this moment, the crisp sound of the metal bat suddenly disappeared! The footsteps stopped as well.

Ishikawa Kaito’s scalp went numb.

Ishikawa Kaito could feel the cold glance sweeping across even through the dumpster.

He stopped!!! Right outside this pile of garbage!

Ishikawa Kaito was praying to all the gods he knew.

Perhaps it worked.

The footsteps stopped for just a little while before it went hesitantly in another direction.

The sound of the metal bat gradually got farther away as well.

He left!

Immense joy struck Ishikawa Kaito’s chest. He almost jumped.

But being experienced, he waited quietly instead of rushing out.

He might have left, but it did not guarantee he would not look back.

Ishikawa Kaito endured the physical discomfort in his upper body and crouched quietly in the smelly dumpster.

He waited for what seemed like an eternity.

He waited until he could hear no more sounds.

Should I leave now? Ishikawa Kaito thought.

He carefully lifted a garbage bag and looked through the gap.

There was something in the gap.

Ishikawa Kaito looked closer with uncertainty.

Cruel, deep eyes like obsidian…

Intense eyes without any whites…

He understood immediately.

These were the eyes of a human…

… watching him…

… through the gap.