The daily life of passersby behind the scenes BOSS

For the current chaotic Yokohama, it is not uncommon for a few people to die.

But Ghost Murders is different.

At the beginning, several citizens in Yokohama reported to the police station that they saw something like a ghost in Western legends and suspected who was playing a prank.

Originally, the police station didn't take it seriously, but a few days after reporting the case, the entire family of those citizens died tragically at home, and even all the residents of the entire building where one family was located died.

Unrecognizable, the body is like a mummy, and the bones of the whole body are twisted into strange shapes like building blocks in the hands of children.

That's something that's already beyond the human realm.

The police station immediately suspected the person with supernatural powers, and when the situation developed further, they immediately reported it to the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

Just when the Supernatural Secret Service searched through the files of the superhuman beings but found no results, and began to suspect that it was the work of unregistered unknown supernatural powers, the ghost attacked a warehouse set up by the port mafia in the outskirts.

——Dozens of members of the port mafia who were in charge of guarding all died in a miserable state, with incomplete bones.

Although the warehouse there stored only insignificant things, and no goods were lost in the attack, it greatly angered the mafia leadership.

——This is a provocation to the majesty of the port mafia!

If they can't even shelter their own members, how can the gang deter others?

Therefore, the incident was a bit bizarre, and it was suppressed by the priority of the weapon loss incident and the GSS and Takase Association fighting incident, so it was handed over to the quasi-cadres for preliminary investigation, and then resolved after manpower was free.

Datian quasi-cadres were still cursing and inspecting the warehouse, but Kazama Yonlan stood outside the warehouse area, staring at the layers of shadows in the forest, lost in thought.

The flashing black shadow he just saw should not be dazzled.

"Hey! Why are you standing there, why don't you come over?"

Seeing that Kazamain Lan didn't keep up with Datian's associate cadre, he jumped up angrily: "Still assisting my assistant? Assisting ass! I think I came to serve as this guy's bodyguard! Who has no brains and throws this guy to me?" Oh my, mother!"

"It's just that guys without supernatural powers are trash, and they're too scared to walk." Datian quasi-cadre came over angrily, and stretched out his hand to grab Kazama Yonlan's collar.

However, the young man's strong and thin chest receded slightly, cleverly dodging the outstretched hand without any trace.

"You should have seen the map of the warehouse area before you came here." Kazama Yonlan's voice was determined and calm: "Is this forest originally like this?"

Daejeon's quasi-cadre originally wanted to ridicule Kazamain Lan that even a low-ranking member dared to order him, but for some reason, when Kazamainlan looked at him calmly with those blue eyes, he suddenly felt a sense of being drawn back. In the period of the old leader, he was so overwhelmed by the majesty of the old leader that he dared not have the illusion.

Then he shook his head and laughed at himself—he was so busy recently that he had hallucinations. He was just a guy watching the gate. How could he have such dignity?

With this interruption, the quasi-cadre Datian also forgot the anger he had just had towards Inran Kazama, and subconsciously followed the young man's question to look at the forest.

Then, he hesitated and scratched his head in embarrassment: "Maybe? The subordinate gave me the mission information and map, but I didn't read it."

"..."

Kazamain Lan looked over with a cool gaze.

Although Kazamain Lan didn't say anything, the associate cadre in Daejeon felt that he was fully revealing the emotion of "trash, he didn't even read the background information when he went on a mission, and his time was wasted drinking and bragging."

The quasi-cadre of Datian opened his mouth, his face blushed, and he shouted in a rough voice: "Of course the mafia relies on fists! Only you wastes with no supernatural powers will spend those useless efforts looking at a pile of torn papers." .”

"Okay, don't stand there stupidly, come here quickly, aren't you an assistant?" Datian's quasi-cadre immediately turned and walked towards the warehouse area, but compared to the righteousness just now, his back was somewhat embarrassed and fled mean.

Kazamain Lan casually responded, but still stared indifferently at the shadows under the forest's numerous plants for a while, and then, under the repeated urging of Datian's quasi-cadres, stepped forward with long legs.

The leather shoes stepped on the dead leaves, making a slight crisp sound.

It wasn't until the figure went away that the layers of leaves moved.

Under the shadows, a hollow, inorganic eye opened.

……

The mafia has re-appointed guard members after the ghosts attacked the warehouse.

However, the ghost struck again.

This time, although a quasi-cadre happened to come to pick up the goods that night and used supernatural powers to drive away the ghost, the members of the guard were only slightly injured and did not die.

But those members of the guard who saw the ghost with their own eyes were all mentally disturbed and are still lying in a mafia-affiliated hospital.

After these two incidents, the understaffed mafia simply stopped sending guards to the warehouse.

So when Lan Kazama and associate cadre Datian walked into the warehouse area, there was a deathly silence all around, and there was not a single person in sight.

The messy traces outside the warehouse have not been cleaned up, the dried up blood and the severely damaged buildings are all telling the fierce battle situation at that time.

"Here..." Datian's quasi-cadre's face gradually became serious: "What ghost? Only a waste without supernatural powers will think that this level of work is done by ghosts. This is obviously supernatural power!"

While the quasi-cadre of Ota carefully compared the damage on the building to guess the other party's supernatural power, Kazama Inlan walked towards the blood on the ground.

The young man squatted down slowly, stretched out his index finger to wipe the oxidized blood, and after smelling the scent slightly, his long eyebrows frowned slightly.

In the area blocked by Kazamain Lan's tall and straight figure and out of sight of Ota's quasi-cadres, he stretched out his hand into the air, and a trace of flame ignited on his blood-stained fingertips.

However, Kazama Yonlan waited for a while, but the blood on her fingertips still remained and did not disappear into the flames. This made him raise his eyebrows, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes.

"Sure enough, what I saw just now is not an illusion... It's not a superhuman ability, what kind of inhuman existence is that?"

Just when Kazama Yonlan was about to investigate further, she heard the wailing of a prospective cadre from Datian suddenly behind her.

"what--!!"

The screams of extreme fear echoed in the deserted outskirts of the mountains and forests, and the layers of echoes were superimposed, making people even more terrifying and panicked.

As the militant faction in the late period of the old leader, Daejeon quasi-cadres have always been known for their militancy without fear of death and exchanging wounds for wounds.

What kind of thing is it that can make such a person with supernatural powers utter such a scream of fear that can be called the limit of human beings?

Kazamain Lan quickly got up and looked back in the direction of the prospective cadre of Ota.

Then the next moment, those blue eyes instantly narrowed into dots.

——The thick/strong giant arm shot from the forest easily penetrated the supernatural power barrier of the quasi-cadre Datian and pierced his chest.

A lot of blood gushed out.

However, for the quasi-cadre of Daejeon, who has long been accustomed to pain, this is not something that really scares him.

The giant arm protruding from the forest is covered with rough lines like bark, just like the legendary treants, but it keeps coming from the depths of the forest like maggots.

A huge, translucent head slowly rose up from behind the tall trees, with only one inorganic, empty eye, staring at the human being pierced through the chest.

The monster opened its mouth and howled like weeping: "Death—!"

"die--"

……

The hollow wailing was like a broken stereo, and the ear-piercing electric current leaked out, causing everyone who heard it to have a splitting headache, wishing to drag this brain-disturbing sound out of the ear canal.

Even Kazama Yardan couldn't help frowning her sharp long eyebrows, staring at the monster with gloomy eyes.

Datian quasi-cadres were tortured by pain and fear beyond the scope of human cognition, and almost collapsed on the spot.

And what alarmed Kazama Yonran the most was that the monster seemed to be gradually absorbing the quasi-cadres of Ota.

The blood gushing out from the body of the quasi-cadre Datian was completely absorbed by the other dozen thick/strong trunk-like arms, and on his chest with a big hole, the edge of the wound was also glowing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Burnt black, necrotic muscle tissue, curled up like dead leaves.

Daejeon associate cadre can clearly feel the passing of life, and the fear stemming from survival instinct overwhelms everything, and he begins to struggle no matter what.

However, being held in the hands of a huge monster, all his struggles were in vain. Instead, his strength was absorbed as time passed, and the strength of his struggle became weaker and weaker.

"Hey, hey! That guy over there, aren't you here to help me, come and save me! I order you, come and save me!!!"

Daejeon's quasi-cadres were filled with frightened minds, and finally squeezed out a gap to remember Lan Kazama who came with him.

The quasi-cadre who didn't even remember the young man's name well, and who has been despising the young man with contemptuous malice, asked the other party for help when facing a fearful death.

Kazamain Lan then turned her gaze, which had been watching the monster, to the decrepit Daejeon associate cadre.

"Master quasi-cadre, you called the wrong person." Kazama Yardan raised her eyebrows, and the corners of her lips slowly curled up into a mocking cold smile: "I'm just a trash without supernatural powers."

Kazama Inari's guess is not wrong, the monster is indeed absorbing the supernatural powers as nutrients.After rejecting the help of the quasi-cadre Datian, he stood there and observed calmly, taking the death journey of the quasi-cadre Datian as an experiment.

At the beginning, the quasi-cadre Datian was still howling and yelling, but as the big hole in his chest expanded outwards, all the internal organs began to blacken and curl, losing their original functions.

His struggle became weaker and weaker, and his face became more and more decayed.

Finally, when the struggle and voices of the quasi-cadres in Datian stopped abruptly, the originally translucent monster was a little more solid than before, and its size seemed to have increased.

And the monster's only inorganic eyeball also moved slowly, staring at Kazama Yardi.

Standing in front of the monster that was several stories high, Kazama Yonlan looked so small.

However, when the monster's dozen thick giant arms squirmed and rushed towards the tall and independent young man, the wind brought by the piercing through the air lifted the young man's long silver-white hair, completely revealing the pair of blue eyes in the air. .

Kazamain Lan raised her eyes, the eyes were as bright as sapphires, with a sharp and icy color.

The gigantic arm quickly pierced towards Kazema Yardan.

And his eyes were dark, his brows were calm.

"Although I don't quite understand why you always like to do things in places where no one is around, but this is just convenient for me."

Ran Kazama’s deep voice was like a double bass, and what she said also contained no emotion: “Since the associate cadre Ota is dead—thanks to him for using his life to make an experimental performance, it’s really selfless and Great, let me roughly understand what you are."

"Then the next step is to destroy all the monitoring here."

As he spoke, the young man bent his slender fingers and snapped them crisply.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

……

All the surveillance cameras in the warehouse area were shattered one by one.

In the monitoring room of the headquarters, the corresponding monitoring screen was plunged into darkness, but no one noticed.

"Then--"

The raging fire wrapped the youth in it, like embracing the most enthusiastic lover.

The half-length hair tied behind Ben's back was burned, and the silver-white hair fluttered slightly in the flames, but it was not damaged.

The light of the flames reddened Kazama Yard's blue eyes, and also revealed his madness and murderous intent.

The young man grinned his thin red lips at the hesitant monster, and smiled maliciously and madly.

"Next, it's our solitude."