Rebirth of Japan's Sekiro Legacy

Chapter 366
Nozomi Arakawa easily avoided the soda cans and walked silently along the corridor.

The sun hasn't been seen here for too long, the air is damp and cold, there is still water on the ground, and mold grows along the surface of everything.

Nozomi Arakawa reached the end of the corridor, where there was a door. The underground of this kind of factory is usually used to store sundries, but now it is not even qualified as a storage room.

He slowly opened the door and felt like he was walking into hell.

There is still a passage behind the door, but it is more spacious. There are rooms on both sides of the passage, and there are double beds in it. It seems that the factory still provided food and housing for the workers before it closed down.But after so long, there are still people living here, and there are many people living here.

The girls who disappeared in Tokyo in recent days have finally been found.

Nozomi Arakawa walked forward holding the wedge ball, there were women on both sides, and some men.

They pose in various poses, wearing gorgeous kimonos or the most fashionable clothes of the moment, with heavy makeup, and their white skin has a weird waxy texture. They still have their eyes open and some of their mouths open, but they can no longer breathe or speak. .

The further Arakawa walked forward, the more his body trembled.

All beautiful people are the targets of murderers.

These beautiful girls and boys are full of features, but their pupils are empty, like dolls without souls.

But they have long since lost their souls. After killing them, the killer took out their internal organs and injected liquid polymer into their bodies...

Like one making a sculpture, the murderer considers himself an artist.

At the end of the corridor was a door with a rusty sign that clearly said Warehouse 4.

Arakawa looked across the corridor, the plain white faces on both sides with their mouths open seemed petite, but he thought it was the wailing of ghosts, and the unwillingness and grief seemed to crawl up his back.

He probably knew why the female corpse in front of Qianyue's house was not placed here.

Because she is not good enough as a woman and her figure is not enchanting enough. She should only have a better face, so her face leaves her body.

Arakawa looked at these "sculptures". They may have been goddesses pursued by many boys in school a week or two, or a month ago, good students in the eyes of teachers, and little princesses of parents, but now they can only The fate of staying in this gloomy factory forever, being preserved forever by a perverted murderer.

At first he was counting the bodies, but then he stopped counting.

Those innocent lives... can't be repaid by a murderer.

From the depths of the warehouse came the sound of chewing, regular, viscous, and disgusting.

Disgusting.

Arakawa looked faster and faster, and he had completely determined the location of the murderer.

There is still a distance, he wants to rush in before the murderer has time to react, every joint and strong muscle in his body is in a state of being on the verge of firing, so as to provide him with powerful explosive power.

He started running a dozen meters away from Warehouse No. 4, feeling the slight vibration of Kakimaru's blade.

The next moment, the door of the warehouse was smashed open, and he walked through the piles of rotten empty boxes like a ghost, and slashed at the only light source in the warehouse—a candle on a large wooden table.

However, the real feeling of not being cut into the flesh was conveyed back to his hand through Kakimaru.

The table was split into two by him, and the bloody viscera on it also fell to the ground, a sticky mass.

At this time, Arakawa bent down and picked up something in the water on the ground.

A recording pen was cut off by him along with the table just now.

He crushed the tape recorder.It turns out that the murderer knew that he was coming, so he made a false impression to lure him underground, and the murderer himself must have run far away by now.

There's only darkness here, and a dank, bloody air.

Nozomi Arakawa summoned the purple familiar again, trying to trace the murderer's location through it.

But at the moment it was summoned, there was a sudden sound from the darkness, it was actually a dagger flying at high speed!

Nozomi Arakawa immediately summoned a long spear, and a flaming tongue swept away the flying dagger, which ruthlessly embedded into the wall.

Raider!The killer is in this warehouse!

Just now he faintly saw a figure flashing by in the corner, and when he chased after him, he found that there was actually a hole in the corner, and that person had already slipped away through this hole.

Arakawa Nozomi immediately turned around and returned to the wooden table, preparing to let the familiar track the murderer, but no matter how he used magic power, the familiar could not determine the direction of the murderer, and the soft and invisible thread was spinning around the familiar itself.

Arakawa cursed secretly, at the critical moment, this thing didn't work.

He immediately contacted Nakazawa Akira, but the reply he received disappointed him.

The familiar itself is not broken, but the traces of the killer's magical power are gone.

In other words, the murderer learned to hide his aura at a critical moment and avoided it.

In this way, no one can find him through his magic traces.

"Then what should I do now?" Nozomi Arakawa held Wakimaru tightly, and the murderer actually escaped.

"There is no way, he could have escaped safely, but he wants to attack you. If you continue to chase, you may fall into his trap. Let's call it a day. This time it is not without gain, at least we found him In the next few days, he will definitely choose to find a new nest."

"That guy's learning ability is also very strong." Nozomi Arakawa said, "If he really didn't know how to hide his magic power before, then not only his learning ability, but his control power is too abnormal."

"Anyway, go back and rest first. Someone will come to investigate here tomorrow. We need to understand the living habits of this murderer."

"Here is his lair, I can try to understand him."

"Then leave it to you. In short, safety is the priority. There are already some exorcists to support you. If there is a situation, we can respond to each other."

"Okay." Nozomi Arakawa hung up the phone.

Although he was unwilling, he had no choice but to give up and continue hunting down the murderer.

He looked around. In addition to the table, there was a lot of furniture. It seemed that the murderer had been living here for quite some time, and he needed to find out the habits of the murderer to determine which lair he might look for next. , and then place eyeliner there for defense.

(End of this chapter)