Chapter 201 91: I am hell
Beware of the slightest.
Everyone understands this.
Last year, according to the report of the Special Affairs Bureau, in order to try its best to nip extraordinary disasters in the early stages, and to show that they were really doing something and considering the interests of the people, the Parliament took the fast-track special approach. A considerable amount of monitoring funding was approved.
Not to mention the thickness of the hands, at least the number of surveillance in major cities in Japan is increasing rapidly, especially in Tokyo.
However, as an extraordinary member of the Special Affairs Bureau, Kyoko Shirai did not spend these days in vain.
The neon lights at night have just been painted on the walls, lighting up the night sky. On the top floor of an old apartment, black fog lingers all over the body. Shirai, who cannot be seen as he is, is sitting on the edge with his legs hanging in the air, looking quietly. Such a relatively prosperous scene.
But compared with before the Shinagawa incident, it still seemed a bit depressed.
Without any sound of footsteps, Hirosue Ryōmiya appeared behind her, took off his mask, and sat on the edge of the rooftop a few people away.
The two of them blew the cold wind from the rooftop in silence, and Shirai was the first to speak.
"Hirosue, I know you are not from the same group as them."
"Them? Most families that can be passed down to the present or that have suddenly emerged are not clean, and the Hirosue family is no exception. I enjoy it. The benefits brought by the family cannot cut off the original sin carried by the family, so the people you refer to include me."
Hiromo did not distance herself from the vested interests, she disdained it: " However, I know that some of the garbage within the garbage, the dregs within the dregs, and the burned ashes may only be black.”
Like a prophet, she took out a device that looked like a mobile phone with no visible brand. Handed it to Shirai: "Most of what you want is here."
Shirai glanced at the device and slowly stretched out his hand.
"Perhaps you have thought about it a lot, but I still want to remind you. If you go against the official, there is still the possibility of turning back, but if you go against these families, you will become their eternal enemy. Don't think of them too stupidly. In order to make the family If it continues, many of them will do whatever it takes."
After listening, Shirai stretched out his hand without slowing down and took the device: "Thank you, Hirosue-san."
Hirosue. Without replying, he put on his mask and paused when leaving: "Thank you for the cookies."
"I added laxatives."
"I know."
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Waving her hands, she suddenly disappeared into the air wearing a crying face mask, a black robe, and long boots.
Shirai opened the device, which recorded the members and addresses of many large families. He also thoughtfully listed the priorities, and even the Hirosue family was among them.
Putting away the equipment, Shirai, dressed in black fog, perfectly blended into the shadows of the night.
Treatment Day.
Early in the morning, Okamura's subordinate, who was guarding the hospital last time, was waiting for Shirai's arrival at the Special Affairs Bureau.
"It's okay, Sister Takashima. I can go alone. I can't bother you all the time." Shirai refused Takashima's inquiry to go together.
Takashima did have some unfinished business at hand, but after thinking about it, he arranged for a colleague to follow him to help.
Okamura’s subordinates had no objections and respectfully sent the two to Okamura’s mansion.
"I am flattered to welcome Mr. Shirai!"
Okamura stood at the door eagerly waiting for Shirai's arrival, leaning on a cane, without any airs of the so-called head of the family.
Shirai just nodded slightly.
Okamura was a little surprised. Shirai was not wearing the iconic eyepatch today, but he didn't know much about this information point, so he could only keep it in his heart.
They walked through the carefully decorated yard and walked into the house.
“Children, come, call me Sister Shirai.”
“Hello, Sister Shirai!”
"Hello, sister!"
"Sister Shirai."
As soon as he walked into the hall, Shirai was a little surprised.
I saw that the living room at this time seemed to have become a paradise for children. There were many children's toys arranged. They were of different ages. Children about seven to twelve years old gathered around them. They were all dressed cleanly. , greeted her with a rosy face.
She probably knew why the other party did this. Hirosue was right. No one in these big families knew the existence of human nature.
Shirai looked deeply at Okamura.
But Okamura didn't seem to see Shirai's gaze. He handed the crutch to his subordinate and bent down with difficulty, with affability written all over his face.
"Cangli, did you bully Yanxiong again?"
"No, Grandpa, I am very good!"
"Grandpa, I am also very good. ! ”
"Me too!"
After greeting the children with a smile, he stood up slowly, like an old man with many children and grandchildren, and looked at Shirai with satisfaction: "Mr. Shirai, these children are all It's a poor little person who lost his relatives due to the Shinagawa monster a few days ago. I accidentally saw their news, and then I thought of your kindness, so I couldn't help but pick them all up. It's a pity. My energy is limited now, and I can't help it. I can only take care of so much. I really hope that in the future, I can take care of more homeless children and even let all the children find a home of their own."
Shirai smiled: " You are right, there will be such a day."
Okamura's subordinates left with Shirai's colleagues in a conspicuous manner.
Now Shirai, Okamura and a group of children are left in the living room.
"Children, please go play alone. Don't disturb my sister and me."
The children dispersed to play with toys or watch TV, and the two of them sat down facing the tea table.
“It’s hard to show off your tea art when you are sick. In fact, I prefer drinking Coke, haha.” Okamura smiled and touched from the cabinet, and found that there was only one bottle left, and he slapped it helplessly. Forehead, "These children only left one bottle. Hey, I forgot to tell them not to drink."
As he said that, he handed the bottle of Coke to Shirai.
Shirai did not take it and stared at Okamura for a while: "I can indeed cure you without leaving any sequelae."
Okamura's expression was startled, and then his smile became brighter.
He now likes the feeling of opening the skylight and speaking frankly, because he is the one asking for help from others, and usually he likes to be a riddler to the people below.
It’s a bit like the logic that people who drive hate walking and battery-powered cars, and people who walk hate driving and battery-powered cars.
"My lord, tell me what you need, as long as I can do it." So many years of experience have taught him that he should never use chicken feathers as arrows. Although he can pressure the Special Affairs Bureau through His Majesty, in this way Doing it can only be an act of helplessness. What he prefers is the cooperation after the deal is reached, which makes him feel more at ease. After all, his understanding of Chaofan is still very limited. He doesn’t know whether the other party will secretly do something because of an unpleasant incident. .
Maybe after this treatment, he has used up all the favors, and there will be no next time.
"I need to see if your demon sword has anything to do with the extraordinary." A trace of inexplicability flashed in Shirai's eyes at the right time.
Okamura's heartbeat is racing. Is "this life" really related to the extraordinary? As the master of it, would he be able to benefit from it? But he quickly calmed down. Compared with his own life, this was not important.
"Yes, as long as I can recover, I will dedicate my 'this life' to you!" He said solemnly and sincerely.
"I just want to see if it has anything to do with Chaofan. If it doesn't matter, I won't want it." Shirai explained.
“Understood, I understand.”
"Should treatment go to the room or here?" Shirai glanced at the children nearby.
"Just here, I like the atmosphere here." Okamura said with a smile. Shirai didn't say much nonsense, motioned for him to extend his hand, and then put it on him.
This time I did not enter the memory house again, but as usual, fragmentary fragments came one after another.
It can be seen that the moment when he cuts the owl's head with a knife is when he is most excited.
Men, women, old people, children.
Arterial blood was spread on the white silk and framed into paintings. He proudly hung them in the most conspicuous place.
That was the living room, but she didn't see it just now, so it must have been taken off.
After watching everything in silence, the nine heads surrounded her as if they were haunted souls, staring at her with pale faces, silently asking her why she acted as an aide.
Black mist filled Shirai's eyes, and the nine heads also turned into black mist in fear, and she merged into it.
Okamura was cured.
Shirai's [Light] and [False Heaven] abilities dissipated at the same time.
And a new ability has been condensed.
[Black Light Angel]
[Inflict all evil on oneself, oneself punishes all evils, killing is also to love and protect the world. When the black light sends out judgment, the pure world takes another step closer. 】
"Hahaha! Okay, I'm okay!" Okamura, who felt very energetic, looked at his hands, touched his waist and abdomen, stood up and turned around in a circle.
The children saw the movement and gathered around curiously.
"Go, go play, it's none of your business." Waving his hands, Okamura drove the children away, and turned his head tightly to look at Shirai, who was still sitting there with his eyes closed, curious. Called, "Master Shirai. Master Shirai?"
Suddenly Shirai opened his eyes, and the black mist disappeared in a flash. He looked at Okamura calmly: "Let's go, let me see 'this life.'"
"Yes, let's take the adults to see it." Okamura smiled unnaturally.
Then he didn't dare to delay, and walked to the study with Shirai.
Entering the study, there is a rather ironic word "kind" hanging behind the desk, and a samurai sword is placed on the altar below.
Okamura walked to the altar, clasped his hands, bowed a few times, muttered something unknown, then bowed deeply, raised the knife with both hands, maintained a bowing posture, and handed it to Shirai in front of.
"Master Shirai, this is the demon sword 'this life' passed down by our family."
Shirai took it and pulled out the scabbard casually. A cold light reflected from the blade was visible. , the owner of this knife cherishes it very much and insists on maintaining it.
Okamura nervously looked at the knife in Shirai's hand, and moved one hand quietly behind him: "Master Shirai, how are you? Is this knife related to the extraordinary?"
"It's not clear yet, but Didn't you say that before?" Shirai stroked the blade and seemed to smell the smell of blood and bursts of crying.
"Huh? What did you say? Hey, I am old, I may not remember some things clearly, please let me know, Mr. Shirai." Okamura is really curious about this hand passed down from his ancestors and killed countless people. Is the knife an extraordinary thing?
"To verify whether this sword is extraordinary, there is only one thing missing now that you have."
"Me? Mr. Shirai, just tell me, I will definitely cooperate." Okamura looked serious. , there is a strong tendency to go through fire and water.
"Nine hundred and ninety-nine," Shirai said softly, "You said that this sword needs to cut off a thousand heads to become a demon sword, but now, isn't it just yours?"
Okay Murakami's expression suddenly changed, and the hand on his back immediately pulled out a pistol that he had prepared. However, when he tried to pull the trigger, he could no longer feel the presence of his fingers.
Poof.
“Ah, ah!!!”
The arm holding the gun fell, and a large amount of blood flowed out. The severe pain hit the brain at this moment, and the other hand instinctively wanted to hold it. Cover the wound.
But the sword flashed again.
His other hand also fell to the ground.
"Ah! Why! No, no, Master Shirai! Let me go! There are plenty of heads outside! Those children, that's enough! If not, I can help you find more, a hundred! So what if there are a thousand? !”
Okamura fell to the ground, screaming for mercy, and struggled to move his legs back, trying to stay away from the evil spirit Shirai.
Yes, Shirai's eyes were filled with black mist at this moment, and his hands were also shrouded in black mist, including the demon knife, which looked like an evil ghost. Even the entire study room was shrouded in an unknown black light.
"Your voice cannot be transmitted, including the walkie-talkie you hide."
Shirai slowly approached with a knife, and his shoes stepped on his blood.
Another knife.
Okamura, who was sitting on the ground and moving his legs, was shocked to find that one of his thighs remained in place. A black mist seemed to seal the wound and reduce the blood volume, but he finally couldn't hold it any longer. .
"Kyoko Shirai! You are a pariah, a bitch! You only became extraordinary through good luck. If you kill me, kill me if you have the ability. Do you think I am not on guard? As soon as I die, someone will immediately Do it to your mother, pick her up and throw her into the slums of Insanguo a hundred times! You will regret it forever, I promise!" Okamura was like a wounded beast, and he couldn't tell if it was a bluff. Still really prepared.
But it doesn't matter, as long as she is here, no one can hurt her mother, and no one dares.
Shirai was completely unmoved, tilted his head, and in Okamura's desperate eyes, he struck out with another knife.
"Ah! Ahhhhh!!! I **** you**"
Now, his limbs are disconnected, and the black mist wraps around the wound, making him even Death from blood loss is a luxury.
Shirai squinted her eyes gently, and she seemed to feel that her souls were sublimating. The souls of the nine, ninety, and nine hundred innocent people were cheering for joy, and the waves came from nowhere. The energy poured into her body crazily, boosting her [Black Light Angel] ability.
She understood the logic of this ability improvement.
"I don't like it very much, and I'm not good at torturing people. Otherwise, based on your sins and those of your ancestors, you wouldn't be qualified to die so lightly."
Hearing the word "lightness", Oka The village scolded even more fiercely.
But it's all in vain.
The sharp blade cut open his chest, removed his ribs, and his heart was completely exposed.
"Go and eat his heart." He stretched out his hand, and countless resentful souls swarmed out and pounced on his beating heart.
Okamura's screams have been completely deformed, and they don't even sound like human beings.
In just ten seconds, he became dying, his body was like a ball of rotten meat, and he was twitching from time to time.
"Don't worry, there are others, this is just an appetizer." The resentful spirit floated back to Shirai, making his black mist grow stronger.
In this life, it is inserted from one side of the severed arm and penetrates from the other side, just like a pair of chopsticks inserting a piece of pork.
"Ka-ah--" Okamura rolled his eyes, spit out foam and blood from his mouth, leaving behind the last curse, "Hell. Waiting for you"
Shua--
heads flying rise.
Blood spattered on the word "kind".
“I am hell.”
(End of this chapter)