The popularity of this television program was quite high. The background cause was a serial killer who had committed two heinous murder cases, suffering from severe mental problems and cognitive impairment. The Neon court ultimately decided not to prosecute him.
"According to Article 39 of the Neon Criminal Law, suspects judged to have no criminal responsibility due to insanity are not subject to prosecution."
"But wouldn't this allow those abnormal criminals to escape justice?"
The two guests on the television screen were discussing fiercely, and the audience comment section below was filling up rapidly, though they were all complaints.
"Neon's crime rate remains stubbornly high precisely because of this trash criminal law that shields criminals!"
"No, no, they will be forcibly sent to a mental hospital."
"And then they come out two weeks later."
Kenmyo Isayama directly took over the guest's words, speaking the thoughts in his heart with a cold tone.
"Finally, they act as if nothing happened, come out, and continue committing crimes?"
"A dog can't stop eating shit, and neither can these mentally deranged scumbags."
Regarding the topic currently causing heated debate throughout Neon society, no one had more right to speak than Kenmyo Isayama.
If sending mentally unstable criminals to a mental hospital truly solved everything, how could he have become a victim's family member?
Kenmyo Isayama couldn't listen to this kind of talk anymore, so he turned off the television.
Silence returned to the living room after the sound of arguing from the television program ceased, leaving only the swishing sound of the tall, blue can in the kitchen mopping the floor.
Kenmyo Isayama closed his eyes, and a certain image, one he would never forget until his death, surfaced in his memory.
"You must be Kenmyo."
When he went to the police station at the time, he happened to encounter the killer who was being escorted for psychiatric evaluation. The killer looked up and immediately recognized Kenmyo Isayama.
"You look exactly like the lock screen wallpaper."
Even while being restrained by several police officers, the criminal was uncontrollably arrogant. It seemed he recognized Kenmyo Isayama and proactively greeted him.
"Hey, shut up!"
The person escorting the killer shouted.
"Don't be so nervous, I'm just saying a couple of things."
At the time, Kenmyo Isayama was quite surprised because, due to his absorption of Cursed Energy from his sister's corpse and its conversion into points, his initial deduction was that the true "killer" was someone else.
It had to be someone who could use Cursed Techniques; it couldn't possibly be the person in front of Kenmyo Isayama, whose Cursed Energy fluctuation was extremely low, no different from an ordinary person.
However, the things that guy said forced Kenmyo Isayama to believe that this was indeed the killer.
The wallpaper on his sister's phone when she was alive was a photo of the siblings together.
"Hahaha, I have some good news for you."
That bastard raised the handcuffs tightly locked onto his hands for Kenmyo Isayama to see.
"Do you know? I've been to a mental hospital before."
"Because of that 'insanity' thing, I'm going to be released without charge very soon."
"And I'll tell you one more thing: when your sister was killed by me, she was calling your name, hahahaha."
At that time, Kenmyo Isayama didn't tolerate him. Without saying a word, he grabbed a nearby chair and rushed toward that arrogant guy.
If the people nearby hadn't intentionally restrained (and indulged) him, Kenmyo Isayama wouldn't have been able to beat the killer so badly that he needed twenty-four stitches in his head.
"Damn it, the first thing I do when I get out is kill you, kid."
Recalling the guy who, despite being beaten until his head bled and he was barely breathing, still didn't forget to issue threats, the teacup on the coffee table in front of Kenmyo Isayama shook more violently.
Suddenly, a grating sound erupted, breaking Kenmyo Isayama's train of thought.
"Crack."
It was the sound of the teacup, unable to bear the stress, developing a clear crack. The situation quickly escalated, and the entire cup body became covered in fissures.
Strangely, however, not a single drop of tea leaked out of the cracks, as if something were blocking them.
The tea was blocked by Spiritual Energy because Kenmyo Isayama didn't want to increase Uncle Lan's workload. But what about justice?
The newspaper stated clearly in black and white:
"The heinous killer is not being prosecuted. Who will be the next victim?"
"After murdering a young, popular idol and faking a steel bar falling accident, he was released without charge. Just one month after the incident, he brutally murdered and dismembered another victim on the street."
Who the victim of this brutal murder and dismemberment was, went without saying.
Ironically, just as the killer who had been so arrogant toward Kenmyo Isayama had previously claimed, he was about to be released.
The newspaper clearly stated: No prosecution, mandatory hospitalization.
"I finally understand. The reason Neon has so many Cursed Spirits truly has something to do with this 'talented people and spiritual land' legal system."
Kenmyo Isayama slowly exhaled and asked Uncle Lan to bring the trash can. With a wave of his hand, the shattered cup automatically fell into the trash can. Without the protection, the teacup immediately crumbled into fragments.
Although the feeling of anger had faded, the calmer Kenmyo Isayama became internally, the more his sister's incomplete corpse appeared in his mind.
Kenmyo Isayama's original intention would absolutely not change. The criminal who killed his sister won't receive the punishment he deserves?
It doesn't matter.
"Since you can't do it, I will do it myself."
Also, why was there residual Cursed Energy fluctuation on his dead sister's body? Kenmyo Isayama would know the answers to all these questions once he personally captured him.
"Hey, time's up."
In a mental hospital in Tokyo, a "Deviant Type" with a strong physique but an appearance unlike a normal person was firmly restrained on a hospital bed.
Nakamura Takashi, the perpetrator of two consecutive heinous murders, had now been in this mental hospital for ten days and was about to return to society.
He yelled at the nearby doctors and nurses, his tone quite hostile.
"Hurry up and untie me, or I'll sue you for patient abuse."
The trembling director threw the keys to the intern and told him to unlock the restraints.
"Don't worry, I won't kill any of you."
After being unlocked, Nakamura Takashi twisted his stiff body, making cracking sounds.
"Putting aside everything else, I quite like the environment here; this is my second time staying."
"I'll go out, kill a few people for a few days, and next time I'll tell the Inspector that I want this place and this room again, understand?"
Nakamura Takashi had been caught twice and spent a total of one month in this mental hospital. He was so used to staying there that he treated it like a hotel.
"Understood, understood!"
What else could the shivering director, doctors, and nurses of the mental hospital say?
"Welcome back next time."
"Woohoo!"
When Nakamura Takashi walked out of the mental hospital entrance and stood on the road, he took a deep breath and exclaimed:
"The taste of freedom is truly the best!"
But he didn't notice that under the cover of the night, several dark red shelled worms, about the size of a human palm, were crawling on the nearby treetop. These terrifying-looking insects were staring intently at him with their tiny eyes.