Chapter 15: Flying to Hengguo
Panting and standing up straight, Tang Ze wiped the blood from his cheek and hissed.
The screaming weird giant spiders scattered swords all over the ground. The disheveled Maru Denjiro fell to the ground and begged for mercy.
"Get out of the way, you scumbag with no sense of style." Tang Ze used his toes to push away the guy lying on the ground like mud, and walked towards the room behind him.
“No, don’t take it away!” Maru Denjiro’s shadow grabbed Karasawa’s ankle, crying and pleading, “Don’t take it away, you can take whatever you want, treasure, money, don’t Take it away——"
Karasawa knelt down, smiled and patted Maru Denjiro's cheek with a short knife covered in black mud: "This is the expression, this is the pain. Do you feel the sins you have inflicted on others? Keep crying, louder. "
After that, he kicked Maru Denjiro's hand away and walked into the main room amidst his crying.
There was a set of cupboards made of fine wood in the room. Tang Ze had a subtle expression because of the familiar cupboard.
Let him guess, this is the cabinet that Maru Denjiro used to carve death messages in the comics...
It can be regarded as a two-way rush, Le.
Karasawa reached out from the top of the cupboard and took down something that emitted a precious light.
This is a folding fan with a gold paper surface. The fan handle is made of fine mother-of-pearl craftsmanship. On the fan is a golden "Wan" character.
Turn over to the back, and there is a painting of a warrior wielding a sword to kill an evil ghost.
“It’s really interesting.” Tang Ze looked at the painting carefully, feeling a sigh that was difficult for outsiders to understand.
The collector who used his sword to slay evil spirits as a treasure turned into an evil ghost. If Karasawa had not intervened, he would have been killed by a samurai.
Putting away the folding fan, Karasawa placed this exquisite fan against Marudenjiro's eyebrows.
“Remember the pain of having such a treasure robbed,” Tang Ze looked at his face that was stained with tears and curled his lips, “Repent for what you have done, Mr. Maru.”< br>
The old-looking Maru Denjiro stared blankly at the folding fan in his hand, sighed, sat up on his knees, and lowered his head.
The shadow turned into a ray of light and drifted away. Tang Ze inserted the fan into his back, kicked off the ground and sprinted, avoiding the doors and windows that fell down behind him.
The owner of the palace has lost his twisted desires, and the palace is about to collapse.
"I'm still a little injured. I don't know if some healing skills will help." Tang Ze said to himself while racing against the collapsed house behind him, summing up his experience, "It's not very safe to have only one mask. After all, I am I'm fighting alone, and I don't know if I will have teammates in the future..."
You still have to work hard. Karasawa escaped from Maru's house in a thrilling way, telling himself that at least he must have a means of transportation to understand the world. Bar?
You are very handsome when you hit people, but you look really embarrassed when you run away!
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After a heart-stealing adventure quickly ended, it was not lunch time when Karasawa returned to Polo Cafe.
After Tangze's experiments, it was found that healing skills can indeed restore the physical state, but they can only be used in the cognitive world. If you don't fill yourself with blood before leaving, you can only come out with your injuries.
Even if you enter the cognitive world again for treatment, the wound cannot be eliminated directly.
Fortunately, his injuries this time were mainly on his body. The only exposed part was a small cut on his face, which would not arouse any doubts from others.
Tangze buttoned the shirt to the top to prevent the bruises on his chest from being discovered, then opened the door and returned to the cafe.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw Toru Amuro washing the dishes with a sullen face. Although he didn't have an obvious expression, the squeaky movements of wiping the dishes were murderous.
"Mr. Amuro?" Karasawa reminded in a low voice, "This plate has been wiped clean."
Toru Amuro came back to his senses, looked at the polished plate in his hand, and said "tsk" Hang it on the shelf. "Are you in a bad mood? What happened?" Tang Ze sat down at the bar.
In the comics, his current appearance would probably have a bunch of effect lines behind it, and he would be full of black energy.
Toru Amuro answered his question with a question: "Where did you go this morning?"
Tang Zeqian laughed twice: "Ahhaha, just go out and stroll around, and suddenly ask what is doing?"
Ah, what happened, no, no one will start to steal heart Just fall off the horse.
"Have you not encountered any trouble in the past two days?" Amuro Toru's eyes were extremely penetrating, scanning Tangze up and down like an X-ray, "Have you met any strange people on the road? "
Trouble, does Suwa Yuuji, who is about to kill someone, count? Did you secretly copy a bunch of small cards and hire a bad boy to distribute them?
I didn’t know for a while whether Toru Amuro had discovered some flaw or had something else to say, so Karasawa didn’t dare to reply immediately.
As a result, Toru Amuro suddenly opened his eyes, took a step closer and pinched the side of Karasawa's face.
"It hurts, it hurts—" Toru Amuro pulled the scratch that had not yet healed, and it hurt like a needle prick. Tang Ze quickly dodged away from his hand.
An accident happened to the minor under his care. Amuro couldn't breathe: "Where did the wound come from? Did you find that you were being followed?"
Karasawa blinked, guessing the reason for Amuro Toru's anger, and said ambiguously: "It's just an ordinary scratch...nothing happened..."
Amuro Toru didn't buy it, and stretched out his hand to tug at his button. Tighten your shirt collar: “I’ll admit it honestly, your shirt wasn’t buttoned up so high when you went out in the morning.”
There are a lot of bruises on Karasawa's body from being hit by the big spider. Hitting someone with a samurai sword is very painful. One hit will cause him to lose 25 blood. This is reflected on his body as a long purple mark on his chest, extending to his collarbone. The scars will appear quickly. Lost.
As soon as Amuro Toru pulled, the bruise was exposed.
"Were you attacked?" Toru Amuro crossed his arms with an unhappy expression of "make it up, keep making it up".
"It doesn't count..." Karasawa adjusted his collar and reacted, "Going out in the morning? Didn't Mr. Amuro not go to work when I went out in the morning? How did he know that my shirt was unbuttoned?"< br>
"I arrived just after you went out, and then I saw someone sneaking behind you. He didn't look like a good person. I wanted to follow him to see what he was going to do," Toru Amuro reversed the events without hesitation. The sequence of events, packaging his tracking as actions taken out of concern for minors, "As a result, I found out that you were consciously getting rid of him."
Tang Ze blinked twice.
Huh? Someone is following me? Did you get rid of me?
Is it possible that Toru Amuro followed me, and then others followed me too, and I flashed into the cognitive world with a fake move, and the two stalkers collided with each other?
Tang Ze, who guessed 80% of the truth, breathed a sigh of relief.
Isn’t it about the Phantom Thieves who ask questions of the heart? It’s okay if it’s not.
Karasawa followed Toru Amuro's thoughts and began to explain: "There are indeed people who have been following me for two or three days, maybe since the day I arrived in Tokyo. I don't know where they are from."
Putting aside the heavy weight With an expression on his face, Tang Ze decisively threw the pot outside.
Now, it is reasonable for Tang Zezhao to be retaliated by the high-level officials who falsely accused him, to be defended by the organization, or to have other forces want to take action.
I don’t know who the stalker is, I’m sorry, I’m the one responsible for injuring the minor, I’ll leave it to you!
(End of this chapter)