Hey...
Aren't you hungry?
Huh?
I want something to eat.
Show me some passion, Marie.
But...
I'm really hungry.
How's this?
Feel better, Marie?
Oh! I'm about to die.
I'm famished.
Give me something to eat.
Anything is fine!
Feed me!
According to the Maxim Gilbert law...
you first label only one tip of a fragment, or fragments...
from one or two chains of DNA as PI phosphoric acid.
Next, sever one DNA chain at a special location in the base.
To do this at one or two DNA bases...
through a scientific method, adorn and embellish them.
Sever the DNA chain at the location of the base.
Thusly, the severed "P" element is separated again...
By the radiation-containing DNA chain through the process...
of polyacrylic electrolysis.
Now, comparing this...
through the auto radiograph...
we are able to detect a pattern of movements...
and determine the alignment of the bases.
In other words...
based upon the use of the Maxim Gilbert law...
the arrangement of protein and bases becomes clear and evident.
So, essentially...
That will be all for today.
Bye bye, Professor.
Koshigaya.
Yes.
Koshigaya.
Have a look at this. It's that Korean ginger root again.
Seems they have analyzed and discovered its B-class components.
In this case...
Hold on a minute, Komada.
There's more work to be done.
We are professors who lecture on the subject of molecular biology...
at a certain university.
But on the side, we're engaged in another kind of activity...
which is not listed in the telephone directory.
But that's not to say we are involved in anything illegal.
I would say that it is our sponsor who is illegal.
But that's not our concern.
Professor!
My daughter! Please help Marie!
I beg you!
Where is the patient?
The pattern is always the same.
Our diagnosis still proves nothing.
But it seems that Komada begins to weep like a baby...
the very instant he detects them.
Help.
Marie!
It's the Demon Virus.
Seems to be moving about here and there independently.
It's OK. It'll be over soon.
I don't want to get rough...
but under the circumstances, it can't be helped.
Marie.
Thank goodness... thank goodness.
Now you see that when I refer to them...
I’m not speaking of devils, ghosts or apparitions.
It's possible for those of us studying molecular biology...
to theorize from a slightly different perspective.
I named these damned things "Demon Viruses".
Inside each virus is something called a retrovirus...
that embeds itself deep inside the genes of animals and humans...
Dismissing Darwin's theory that evolution requires thousands of years
of very slow evolutionary change.
Now let's assume that the virus brings about a sudden, drastic change.
Then we might assume that stories of ghosts & monsters...
throughout the world were all caused by a virus-spurred evolution.
That is to say that the retrovirus' capability of activating...
No...
When it's unveiled, the true culprit is this damned Demon Virus...
and within my group of colleagues, there is one who has been infected.
But that goes without saying.
Had enough yet?
It's not me that's eating. It's that damned thing inside of me.
Unusual consumption of protein and iron...
are characteristic symptoms of an infected person.
Don't look at me like that. I'm not a guinea pig.
It can't be helped.
You're a vital scientific specimen.
That virus has found a home inside of you.
You have an exceptional immune system that is capable...
of controlling the spread of the virus.
Unmistakably, there's a relationship between you and the virus.
And somehow, you have the ability to control the physical transformation.
You're our only link to the total eradication of the Demon Virus.
In that case, do something before the virus hijacks my body.
I can't control it forever.
I understand.
If the treatment fails...
my Demon Virus will eat you alive, won't it?
I wouldn’t taste good.
It appeared that we didn't have much time remaining.
However, by that time...
we Bio Hunters were already being drawn into another type of problem.
Working hard I see.
Looks very good.
Our client should be completely satisfied with this, right?
There are points that I don't quite understand yet.
May I study it more?
I see... still the same perfectionist.
Well, I'm leaving.
Don't push yourself too hard.
Take care.
"Serial Killer Strikes Again"
This is the fourth murder in this month alone.
What do you think?
It's not your average sicko pervert.
It seems that all the victims have had their intestines chewed up.
Extremely unusual. It could be "them".
It's not so strange that it can't be ruled out.
Why so dressed up?
You got a date?
Not at all...
I've been invited to a student party.
Got your eye on some girl?
I'm not like you.
I don't intend to get involved with a student.
Still the same old knucklehead, aren't you?
Koshigaya...
Huh?
With a body like this how could I ever have a girlfriend?
It's all up to you.
Do you consider yourself human or not?
Hey, have you seen a girl around here?
Don't play games with me!
I haven't seen anything.
Answer "yes" or "no"...
You saw a girl, right?
Bastard...
Hey, what's going on there?!
Something happen?
No big deal-
No!
Nothing... nothing at all.
Everything's fine.
All right... if you say so.
Forgive me.
Sorry to have bothered you.
Forget it.
Are you really OK?
Shall I escort you home?
Don't.
They'll be after me again.
Why don't you report this to the police?
It's no use.
The police won't...
Forgive me.
Just forget it.
Sorry for all the weirdness.
Hey!...You!
You certainly are a do-gooder.
It's not that...
My eyes reacted. I don't know why.
You don't mean she's infected with the Demon Virus?
She's not. I know that much.
But I feel she's involved with the Demon Virus in some way.
You say your name is Murakami and the point of your story is...
your grandfather disappeared because...
he was involved in a mess of trouble...
and that he was unable to disclose it, even to the police.
Then someone came after you, to find out where your grandfather is.
But you don't know where he is or why they're after him.
What kind of man is your grandfather?
He's a fortuneteller.
Fortuneteller?
Murakami?
Don't tell me he's Bokudoh Murakami!
That's correct.
You know him?
Of course.
Bokudoh Murakami is a world-famous fortuneteller.
People come from everywhere to have their fortunes read by him.
So... you're Bokudoh's grandchild?
Yes. I'm Sayaka Murakami.
Well, I'll be. What a surprise.
There's one thing that has been bothering me.
Of course, I could be wrong.
Let's hear it.
There was a newspaper article that caught grandfather's eye...
the day before he disappeared.
He behaved strangely.
What did the article say?
A girl was murdered... it concerned that string of murders.
Damn! They've followed her.
Komada, contact the university authorities...
and tell them I want my lecture schedule canceled for next week.
From the Takenaka faction, 12 votes.
From the Kawashita faction... Seven or eight votes for sure.
What's the latest incident pending?
If we can just hold off a while longer...
Pass out another 100 million. Then I'm sure they'll move.
As you wish.
And where is Bokudoh?
Let me explain.
How long do you intend for me to wait?
Please, forgive me.
Next customer, please.
Answer me, "yes" or "no".
At one time, you were a guest-student...
at the home of Bokudoh Murakami, right?
What are you talking about?
I know you've been there. Just answer "yes" or "no".
You know where he is, right?
He washed to purify his body and soul?
Yes.
He reads the fortune of so many people...
that he feels their dirt has permeated his body.
To cleanse their troubles from his body...
he occasionally goes to the waterfalls.
Waterfalls?
That's the only place that I think he would be now.
Yeah, but there are waterfalls everywhere.
We've no choice but to search...
as we don't have the sharp intuition of a fortuneteller.
Is fortunetelling actually for real?
You'll never know until you try one.
You don't believe in fortunetelling, do you?
No, I guess I don't.
Don't you agree that there's so much science can't explain?
There's so much that mankind can't explain.
In fact...
there's probably more that can't be explained than can be explained...
like the origins of the universe and the workings of the human brain.
And one of those mysteries is the heart of a woman.
Isn't that right, Komada?
Isn't that your area of specialized research?
No, if you are a man, you are duty-bound to study this subject...
for the sake of humanity.
All right...
I'll leave the future of the human race in your hands.
And so the day ended with no clue to the whereabouts of Bokudoh.
But nevertheless...
it afforded us a good opportunity to wash off our daily dirt.
Makes one feel alive again.
You've finally opened your eyes, you knucklehead.
Ridiculous, I'm not like that.
Komada, you can't deny it. You're human after all.
The victim has been identified as Hiromi Ishida, 22 years of age.
The Coroner's Office has determined the cause of death...
to be consistent with the other serial killings.
Furthermore...
Not again.
Go back to hell, you monsters!
It's those gangsters that've been following Sayaka around!
Go to hell.
We'll take care of the cleanup.
Now go find him. Every second counts.
Komada!
Koshigaya, I'm not human.
It's all right now.
Good, you're not injured.
Forgive me.
I got you into this mess.
It's not your fault.
The enemy is too vicious.
Let's get moving.
We've got to arrange for a car somewhere.
Please, it's all right!
You've already done enough for me.
I can't expose either of you to any more danger.
What are you going to do? You can't handle this alone.
I know... but...
There's need to worry.
We may look useless, but we're more dependable than you may think.
Especially Komada, right?
Yeah.
We'll find him together.
What is it?
That sound...
Looks like a temple.
Grandfather.
I've been waiting for you, Sayaka.
Just cooked and ready to eat.
There's enough for you two.
Seems he knew we were coming.
Of course.
Sitting there is "Mr. Foresight" in the flesh.
Chief Secretary of the Liberal Republican Party, Seijuro Tabe?
Yes.
It's his henchmen that are pursuing me.
You want to know why they are pursuing a fortuneteller like me?
Then listen.
Since historical times, men in power have sought...
private, personal information that is not scientifically based.
There was a Prime Minister who read cards every night...
to pass the time and determine his future.
There was even a President who sought the advice of an astrologer.
Seijuro Tabe is no exception.
Six months ago, I was invited to his place to read his fortune.
And I detected a small, ill omen.
I merely advised him never to reveal that omen...
and to take care of his health.
But then, ten days later...
Tabe's thugs paid me a visit.
Their purpose was to make sure that I kept my mouth shut.
I sensed that they would be coming for me...
so I made myself scarce and came here.
This temple keeper and I have been friends from way back.
He allows me to come here now and then to wash and purify myself.
I don't think that they'll find me here.
And what is the "bad omen" that you see in Seijuro Tabe?
His life span, of course.
When we spoke, I predicted his life would end within a month.
Tabe is no longer of this world. In fact he is quite dead.
Why do they have to shut you up?
Is it because your prediction was wrong.
Mr. Komada, correct?
You have a strange looking body.
You look human but you're not.
Like an animal, but not an animal.
Strange.
Bokudoh, what we'd like to know is...
It's better that you don't know.
If you were to find out, each of you would be in great danger.
The enemy is the all powerful Seijuro Tabe...
who is heavily favored to become the next Prime Minister.
He can manipulate the Police force.
As things stand now, I'm thinking of fleeing to a foreign country.
Say, Sayaka, didn't you once say you wanted to visit Paris?
Ah... yes.
Anyway, I caused you people enough grief.
I'm sorry for that.
I don't think that Bokudoh is just another bogus fortuneteller.
He's already deciphered your genome.
Genome?
You mean the hereditary genes of all living creatures?
Precisely.
It's referred to as "the Human Genome" when it concerns people.
Merely touching a part of your body or holding his hands over your head...
he can detect those hereditary genes.
That's Bokudoh's genius.
He can read your hereditary genes...
like a register in a store reads a bar code.
It's hard to believe.
A hypothesis that can't be proven, but just imagine it.
If the genome of an individual could be deciphered...
his physical characteristics, medical background, even life span...
through an analytical inference of all that information...
the future can undoubtedly be predicted.
What I'm saying is that even a man's fortune is influenced...
by his physical biorhythms.
You're telling me that Bokudoh is the ultimate fortuneteller, right?
Whatever, he's still a phony.
He hasn't disclosed anything that we wanted to know.
He predicted our arrival here.
I think he may have read that prediction from Sayaka's genome.
Anyway, he awaited us here while knowing...
that we have another task ahead of us.
But then his attitude changed after he read your genome.
Why's that?
That... I don't know.
I see.
I don't care if you rough them up a bit.
Whatever it takes.
We know his whereabouts.
Tonight we'll...
Sir, is there anything that I can do?
It's nothing.
But sir?
Shut up!
And keep this car moving!
Thank you.
Please excuse him.
Grandfather has made so many uncomplimentary remarks about you.
Not at all.
Remarks like you're human but also not human.
Grandpa may be losing his mental faculties.
Earlier... grandfather and I came to a decision.
We're going to live abroad temporarily.
Really, that's good.
You'll be safer that way.
But...
in truth, I'd rather spend more time with you, Komada.
I hope that we meet again sometime.
Um...
Goodnight.
Yes... goodnight.
This is bad.
I'm slowly losing control.
Bokudoh.
Do you know anything about the serial killings...
that are all over the news?
Those weren't committed by a human.
It's my opinion, that those crimes were committed...
by an individual infected with the Demon Virus.
And that's why you've been waiting for us.
We're Bio Hunters!
Please answer me!
Bokudoh!
Koshigaya.
Are you referring to "devil possession of the dead"?
Devil possession of the dead?
A devil spirit possesses the body of a dead man.
Once possessed...
the individual himself is unaware that he is dead...
but has the urge to slay young girls and devour them.
The fresh livers are necessary to prevent the further decay of the body.
I can't believe it.
Are you pointing the finger at Seijuro Tabe as the serial killer?
Correct.
He is a despicable ghost of a man who should not be allowed to live.
He must not be allowed to wield the powers of the highest authority.
He must be eliminated at any cost.
I had planned to ask you for your assistance.
However...
I've realized that I've miscalculated.
Unfortunately, the two of you cannot defeat the devil spirit.
Why is that?
Only an individual possessed by an evil spirit can defeat one.
Your friend there is half evil spirit and half human.
The spirit cannot be defeated by someone who still possesses...
a portion of the human heart.
Bokudoh.
Koshigaya.
Koshigaya!
Sayaka!
Get hold of yourself, Komada!
The ocean... she's near the ocean.
Hey!
Stop!
You more than anyone should know just how strong my cells are!
Hell of thing to be told...
that I can't win because I'm half human.
Yes.
And this time, after the physical transformation...
you may not be able to return to human form.
I know.
I hope she's all right.
Master!
Master Tabe! Bokudoh has come to!
Master!
I'll be right there.
That's it.
She's in there.
Your face looks very pale. Are you all right?
I want to speak to him in private. Step outside.
- Huh? - I'll call if I need anything.
Yes, excuse me.
It's been a long time hasn't it, Bokudoh?
Those eyes...
Truly, the eyes of a dead man.
Talking to a dead man certainly is strange.
Bokudoh, answer me this!
Just what is going on inside my body?
That nutrient you gave me for my body...
what the hell was it?!
I could see through you.
I detected the young seedling of a devil nestled inside your body...
that was doomed to die.
What?! A devil seedling?
That medication was supposed to dry up the seedling.
However, the seedling didn't dry up.
It continued to flourish.
I believe that your obstinate hunger for power and authority...
helped nourish the seedling in spite of the medication.
Shut up!
Stop talking nonsense!
You're nothing more than another pitiful victim.
You could have died as a human being...
had you allowed the medication to take effect.
That's ridiculous!
Enough foolish talk!
In your present condition...
you're neither Seijuro Tabe nor human.
You are an evil spirit subsisting on live livers...
of young girls in order to survive.
Bokudoh!
Grandfather!
Sayaka!
Run!
Bokudoh.
Hey, answer me.
What's up? Can't you hear?
Somebody, reply!
It's here... the Demon Virus.
Grandfather.
Komada.
Komada!
That was the underworld.
A memory at the instant of death...
as the parasite's host clings to his devil-possessed DNA.
That image appeared as a flood that inundated Komada's brain.
Shit!
Don't die.
Stop!
If you want a new body, here it is!
Take me!
You...
Komada.
Komada... right?
No.
I'm...
Komada has regained control.
Perhaps Komada's reasoning was intentionally returned...
because he wasn't tempted by the evil spirits in the underworld.
We've been spared from what could have been a far greater disaster.