Godzilla Singular Point (ゴジラS.P＜シンギュラポイント＞)

The heavenly sea

This is my... This is my...

We've gotten a little smarter.

story about losing track of a lot of things.

In the sea of heaven, the moon is a boat

Solve the mystery!

More of them unfold!

That rows till it hides, in a forest of stars

The case is over.

We have much to take care of...

We...

Me?

More human than before!

A story about humans better understanding themselves.

A roundabout, and detour, too.

A side trip, too.

Human foolishness.

We know we need everything.

The answer is always in front of us.

The answer is the world itself!

The answer is in the question.

Before I knew it, the story began.

The ending is already decided.

If we can change the past,

the present is already an altered future.

I knew about everything.

I couldn't understand what it meant at all.

Arriving here...

It took quite a while.

But all of that was necessary!

Until this moment...

Until I understood what was happening in front of me...

And this is how...

The story begins!

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A haunted house?

You know the one. That western-style mansion built at the top of the tunnel by the cape.

No one should have been there since the start of the month, but it seems like that's not the case.

A burglar?

Or a homeless person squatting as they please?

What exactly makes it seem like people have been there?

Apparently, the lights flicker and you can hear noises late at night.

The management company looked into it, but there were no signs of trespassing.

The breaker was shut down, too.

And there were no signs of gas or electricity usage.

So—the story went out of hand,

and now rumors are spreading about the ghost of a girl who hanged herself, and a blood-sucking vampire.

There are curious fools who went out on tests of courage and got arrested,

and also those who got into nearby traffic accidents.

The police warned the management company to be careful.

That's why they got Gramps to investigate, then.

It is time, once more, for Outaki Factory to shine!

From plumbing, blackouts, and mysterious phenomena...

to ghosts, aliens, and espers. We'll handle it all in the snap of a finger!

We're nothing more than a backstreet workshop.

Have we ever once seen a ghost?

Our ghost radar—doesn't it only pick up radio signals?

If visible, it'll show on the visual spectrum. Or if they give off heat, it'll be picked up by the infrared.

As for strange noises and mysterious lights, where there is an effect, there is a cause.

We're standing around waiting for a miracle to happen.

If a miracle ever happened, it's a story of a time long past.

They don't happen and that's why they're called miracles.

There was a major renovation around the time when the owner disappeared 50 years ago.

And the management company maintains the place every two months.

Is that your intuition?

The files say so.

The owner likes to travel.

From London, to Bombay, Auckland, and Cairo...

Their range of interests is broad, and their personality difficult to put succinctly.

The files mentioned his personality, too?

One look around will tell you.

Paleontology...

Natural history... no, morphology.

Molecular biology, organic chemistry...

Evolutionary development biology?

Non-Euclidean geometry and topology, too.

Category theory... and abstract algebra!?

Folkore and archaeology...

He can't hold his attention in one place, that's for sure.

Slim body, around this tall.

His pattern of employment? Likely sporadic.

And they hid something before they died.

Dead how? Aren't they just missing?

This is the power of reasoning.

What follows inner silence is accurate interpretation.

Throwing darts, then.

I'll guess what you had for dinner, if you doubt me.

We ate chicken katsu just earlier!

I'll guess your lunch in two weeks.

You can guess that much. A waraji katsu at Mitsuyo!

Something on Brazil's new menu for me.

You really like the set menus there, huh?

Blame the red tide.

The local fish is no good because of it, so everyone's eating meat.

Mitsuyo will be packed. Their chicken katsu? Sold out.

We wander the streets, awry and ill at ease.

And there, we see the light—Brazil,

who, by then, with jealousy of Mitsuyo's success,

formulate their new menu...

The hell you talking about?

A hidden room...

A water tank?

Don't tell me they were raising mermaids?

This is it.

A crystal radio?

Where's the power coming from?

Crystal radios work by converting the energy of the radio waves it receives into sound.

Thus, it doesn't need a power source.

The question is, where is this broadcast coming from?

Look at that, Yun.

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