Chapter 74 Five Minutes of Defense
The cold wind passed through the hall, making the corridor whine.
Fushimi Shika could hear his breathing, heat gushing out from the gap in his mask, white mist filled his eyes, and he felt his eyelashes were covered with a layer of mist.
This time was different from last time. Killing Sakurai Chizuru was just a matter of course. He didn't think much about it when he shot, and he didn't have time to think about it. But at this moment, he could taste the fear and excitement of hunting over and over with every breath he took, and he could feel the pumping and eruption of his blood vessels with every beat of his heart.
This feeling is amazing, like hot lava bubbling in a container made of ice.
As soon as the single-skin drum was played, singing came from inside the house, and Fushimi Deer knocked on the door from door to door.
He stood at the end of the corridor, waiting patiently for residents from one house to another to open their doors, watching them poke their heads in confusion and scold them angrily.
He was lucky tonight. Almost all the residents had come out, saving him the effort of going door to door to pick the locks.
Fushimi Shika clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention. He placed the hourglass on the ground, opened his arms, and said in a hoarse voice: "You are all guilty, and some may not be guilty enough to die, so I will give you five minutes to defend yourselves."
The resident closest to the corridor looked up and down at the strange man in front of him. The cold wind blew into his raincoat, and the hem of his raincoat crackled and swayed. He took a step forward and reached out to pull the other party's collar: "You are such an inexplicable guy——"
There was just a muffled sound and the words stopped abruptly.
Fushimi Lu was holding a fruit knife, facing each other, and stabbed the opponent's chin from bottom to top, until it reached the handle.
The resident's trachea made a strange whistling sound. He struggled to raise his hand, and then dropped it weakly after a moment.
When Fushi saw the deer, he drew his sword, the blood vibrated, and there was a pool of blood, and the body collapsed at his feet. A system prompt popped up in front of him, but he didn't even look at it. It defaulted to adding points and then closing it.
"Next."
He bent down, turned the hourglass over, and restarted the time.
Someone screamed, but it was muffled by the sound of rain and singing. Perhaps because of a guilty conscience, or because the thunder shocked people's hearts, residents on other floors no longer scolded Seiji Yaskawa for disturbing the people.
There was a commotion among the residents in the corridor. They first asked, 'Where did this lunatic come from?', 'What are you going to do?', 'Killing is a serious crime, just wait until you go to jail.'... Seeing that Fushimi Shika was unmoved, they then began to curse angrily, Words such as 'bastard', 'bagaya deer', and 'psychopath' are still not lethal to Fushimi deer.
As the hourglass gradually bottomed out, the anger of the crowd piled up to a peak amidst the rebuke. I don’t know who shouted, ‘He’s only one person! ’ The fear and anger in their hearts suddenly had an outlet. As soon as one person took the lead, they swarmed up and beat the lunatic.
The daring resident pulled out a folding knife from his waist and signaled the others to go back to the room to get weapons: "Get rid of this guy too! Remember that brat's father? Just like last time, let's deal with it together... ”
There was a sound of opening the door and closing the door, and there were a few messy metal scraping sounds in the corridor. There were more than a dozen men holding weapons, and they all felt confident.
"Do you want to resist?"
Fushimi Shika moved the hourglass away with his toes, and the corners of his mouth kept rising under the mask: "I'm so scared, I have to defend myself now."
The leader roared like a charging horn.
A group of people came in large numbers, Fushimi Lu swung his sword, and the opera was singing "A man will live in vain if he doesn't take revenge." Thunder light pierced the night, and the world turned black and white for a moment. He slid back, and the sword flashed , a puff of blood spurted out from the leading man's neck!
The sound of rain became thicker and thicker, the arias became more and more urgent, and accompanied by the thump of the single-skin drum, one roar after another sounded. The plastic raincoat was covered with blood, and the sight of a deer was like a wolf among sheep, and a sharp knife looked like fangs. He was still a little unfamiliar at first, but in the blink of an eye he was killing faster and faster, moving from the end of the corridor, with every step accompanied by a splash of blood.
The flowing clouds and flowing water cut the throat with a knife.
The residents didn't even have time to scream, and collapsed to the ground like wheat. Halfway through the Fushimi deer kill, their morale collapsed, their anger disappeared, leaving only pure fear in their hearts. Several survivors wanted to escape, but Fushimi Lu raised his gun and shot them, and they all fell in front of their house.
The gunfire was deafening, and the sound waves continued to echo in the corridor.
"What's the fuss about?! What's the fuss about again!!"
Nagashima Takeshi is injured and is resting at home. Originally he was too lazy to get up, but unexpectedly the noise outside became louder and louder. He couldn't bear it anymore and kicked open the door angrily with a gun. With a clang, the door hit the outer wall, and the cold air filled with the strong smell of blood penetrated into the nostrils. He shivered and goosebumps appeared on the back of his neck.
The singing hadn't stopped yet, and the corridor was dark. Nagashima could vaguely see a dozen people lying on the ground, and the only standing figure was staring at him.
Snap.
Nagashima Tsuyoshi lowered his head. The soles of his feet were sticky, as if he had stepped on some sticky liquid. The neighbor who lived next door lay on the ground and reached out to him, as if he wanted to say something.
Animals will feel an instinctive fear of the smell of natural enemies. When a certain creature kills too many of its own kind, the survivors will default to it as a natural enemy, and the fear instinct will be deeply engraved in their DNA. Nagashima Takeshi felt this instinct, like a mouse meeting a cat, or a black sheep meeting a pack of wolves.
No words are needed, the murderous intent is self-evident.
Nagashima Takeshi flipped the safety, suddenly raised the gun and pulled the trigger!
The opponent anticipated his movements and leaned sideways. As the fire went out, the bullet missed him.
The distance of seven steps was too short, and Takeshi Nagashima had no chance to fire a second shot. A shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and he felt that the opponent was incredibly fast. Before he could react, the sleeve of the pistol was removed.
Fushimi Lu held a police gun, pointed it at Nagashima Takeshi's forehead, and shook the muzzle of the gun to signal him to come in. The latter swallowed and walked backwards back to the room. There was water and electricity in his apartment, the kotatsu was on, and the room was as warm as spring. As the two walked slowly through the entrance hall, there were two dazzling bloody footprints on the floor.
"Even heinous scum should enjoy the most basic right to defense. You missed it just now, so I will say it again now."
Fushimi Shika didn't care. He took out a spare hourglass from his pocket and placed it on the tatami:
Check out the 16-9 book bar to see the correct version!
"Give you five minutes to defend yourself."
Nagashima Takeshi was slightly relieved. Since he could negotiate, it would be easy to say anything. He was afraid that the other person was a lunatic who couldn't communicate. He had encountered a guy who suddenly went crazy and randomly killed people on the street. It made no sense at all.
"That's it. I have fifteen million yen in my safe. If you kill me, you won't get a cent..."
"I understand the rules on the road and will never say a word to the police..."
"I didn't see your face, there's no need to kill me to silence you..."
……
As the gravel gradually slid away, the gun remained motionless. Nagashima Takeshi's back was wet with cold sweat, and beads of sweat dripped from the tip of his nose. He has committed too many crimes. Even if he wants to confess and pretend to be pitiful, he doesn't know which one he is here for.
Five minutes later, the hourglass stopped.
"Finished?" Fushimi Shika asked.
Nagashima Takeshi licked his chapped lips and nodded hesitantly.
"It's a pity," Fushimi Shika shrugged: "You failed to persuade me, so I can only give you a less than honorable death."
Hearing this, Nagashima Tsuyoshi jumped over the wall and immediately got angry, but Fushimi Shika twisted him and pushed him to the ground. The latter took out the handcuffs from his waist, pressed his neck with his knee, and rubbed his hands expectantly.
"Okay, where to start..."
The door creaked and was blown shut by the wind, and cold wind poured into the corridor. After a while, a cry for mercy came from the crack in the door, 'Please! Don’t be like this...please give me a good time——’
What followed were shrill screams, occasionally mixed with calls for help. Seiji Yasukawa deliberately raised his voice, even if it was out of tune and muffled, he still wanted to drown out the cry for help coming from the opposite door.
"——After drinking the wine, I changed my clothes and went. This letter is for him to kill the King of Hell!!"
(End of chapter)