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"Exploded?" Osamu Dazai immediately responded, "Is there anyone else inside?"

Now that the magic tool has been taken away, the researchers inside may be in danger.

"I didn't notice." Huali Kusano said honestly, "I'll go in and take a look, wait a minute."

She held the phone and walked in, and the thick mantra poured down the bowl in her arms, blocking the flame that was still not extinguished.

Inside the half-collapsed house, most of the things that can be seen are destroyed experimental cabinets, test tubes and unknown devices. Most of the people who fell on the ground were researchers, wearing white clothes, with obvious bullet holes on their bodies or faces Traces, presumably shot.

Their bodies were burned by the flames, and the dried blood was coagulated on the floor, showing brown marks, which was terrifying against the backdrop of the fire.

The scattered materials floated towards Kuano Huali along the wind, Kuano Huali grabbed one, glanced at it, and fell into deep thought.

It was a research report from the past few years, with a brief drawing on the shape of the spell and the corresponding analysis of dismantling. It has no beginning and no end, but it is enough to prove that the experiment on the spell has been going on for a long time.

The original humming bowl is now obediently in her arms, and she doesn't intend to give a second reminder. Kusano Huali can only guess that something bad happened in the experiment just now. The magic tool responded or resonated once, and now being taken away is a situation of forcible interruption, so the trace of the magic tool was lost again.

If this is the case, the magic tool is likely to be in a half-broken state, and if it is not found as soon as possible, it will cause even greater chaos.

Whoever hides things here can really cause trouble for the curse spirit.

Kuano Huali walked in again, trying to find other clues.

There was a strong smell of burnt burnt and oppressive smoke in the air. Fortunately, the body of the curse spirit was several times stronger than that of ordinary people, and it could still endure even walking through harmful gases.

Kusano Huali carefully observed her surroundings and continued to walk in, until the barriers and spells used for detection in front gave her the message "It's blocked, there is no way to go".

"There is no one alive anymore." She replied, "Dazai-kun, do you have any other requests?"

It seemed that Osamu Dazai fell into silence again, and after a moment of noisy voices, she heard Osamu Dazai's answer again.

"No more." Osamu Dazai said, "If I'm not mistaken, this laboratory should have been attacked by a mimic."

"Mimic again?" Kusano Huali frowned, "Are they... so idle?" Not only did they attack the child, but now they even want to grab her things?

But it is true that there are not many law-abiding special-level spell-spirit groups like Cao Ye Huali and the others, and it is indeed common for organizations in the gray area to fight, kill, and rob.

The premise is that what they are grabbing is not something that Caoye Huali urgently needs to destroy.

She walked out and asked with her mobile phone, "Dazai-kun, do you know where mimic lives now?"

There was no response from the other end of the phone.

Kusano Huali yelled again in confusion, "Dazai-kun?"

Still no response.

She picked up the phone a little strangely, only to find that the other party had hung up the phone.

Kusano Huali: ...What's the situation?

She walked out in a little confusion, bypassing the still burning place, and when she reached the door, she found a black car parked on the road ahead with bright lights on.

It should not be enemies or mimics, they are not so ostentatious.

Kusano Hanabi tentatively walked over, and when she stopped at the door, the pure black window came down, revealing Dazai Osamu who was sitting in the driving seat.

His black windbreaker was still loosely draped over his shoulders, and his forearm on the steering wheel was wrapped with a bandage. When he turned his head to look at her, he looked like a black cat.

"Get in the car." He said very calmly, "The back seat."

Kusano Huali opened the rear door according to her words, only to find that the real person was actually sitting in the inner rear seat.

Seeing her coming up, he said cheerfully, "Huali, long time no see—"

"Ah?" When Kuano Huali sat down with her head down, she was very confused by what the real person said, "Didn't we just be separated for a few hours?" Where did it take so long...

She didn't wait for the real person's answer, but waited until the real person held her hand as if nothing had happened, and started playing.

Kusano Huali pulled her hand back, "Wait a minute, aren't you still interrogating the captives?"

Why did you come to pick her up all of a sudden?

"Something happened temporarily." Osamu Dazai replied, "So I came to pick up Miss Kusano."

He wasn't in a panic, and it didn't look like the matter was too difficult, "just on the way."

A little disbelieving Kusano Huali hesitated and said, "Is that so..."

She thought for a while before asking, "Speaking of which, that laboratory was not built recently, but has been studied for many years. Does Mr. Dazai know who it belongs to?"

"I know." This time it was the real person who answered, "It's Mafia's property over there."

His fingers were a little cold and intertwined with hers, which brought an uncomfortable feeling, "Hua Li also ask me how I know! Aren't you curious?"

Kusano Huali then asked casually, "Then how do you know?"

She was also really curious.

Masato said confidently, "Of course Dazai-kun told me!"

He laughed like a joke.

Kusano Huali with a blank face: ...Okay, I was tricked again.

She glanced at the rapidly retreating scenery on the side, and asked Osamu Dazai in the front row, "Where are we going now?"

"Go to mimic's base." Dazai Osamu said, "revenge them, and then grab the magic tool back."

He looked very calm, as if he was saying "go to this dessert shop to try tiramisu today", and he didn't look like he was going to pick up a hot weapon and fight with the other party.

It makes Kusano Huali have a sense of trance and unreality.

"Wait a minute, don't worry." She said, "How many people are there in mimic?" Are they enough?

"Hmm..." Dazai Osamu thought for a while, and said relaxedly, "It should be several hundred. What's wrong?"

He glanced at Kuano Huali through the rearview mirror, "Can't handle it?"

"No." Kuano Huali shook her head, just feeling a little emotional, "There are really a lot of people."

She said, "Has this group of people been in Yokohama for a long time, and you didn't drive them out? Or is this your local gang fighting for territory?"

Osamu Dazai shook his head, "Actually, it hasn't appeared for a few months."

He paused, and then said, "It's a team from another country, and they are actually soldiers who survived the defeat in the last war. Current information shows that the leader of the mimic has supernatural powers, which is probably similar to what you stated. In a sense It has been transformed. The purpose of them stealing the magic tools should also be for their "Sacred Fire Battlefield". "

Kusano Huali: "What, holy what battlefield?"

She felt that she heard incomprehensible words, like looking at those lipsticks of similar shades, "Since the war is over, why don't you reply..."

She stopped talking, and understood the moment she asked.

If you don't go home, it can't be because you don't want to go back, but because you can't go back again.

"Holy Fire Battlefield." Dazai Osamu explained in a flat voice, "It is the place they are looking for and can realize the value of fighting and dying."

He glanced out the window and stopped the car, "It's nearby."

Under Dazai Osamu's expectant gaze, Kusano Hanari felt that this guy's expectations for her and Masato were a bit high.

However, two super magic spirits, against a group of soldiers who can shoot but have no supernatural powers... shouldn't be a big problem, right?

Kusano Huali also got out of the car uncertainly, and then began to cast the spell with the help of the magic tool.

She didn't cooperate very well with the real person. Although she would occasionally step on each other, she evened out at this speed.

The bowl in her arms vibrated again, as if reminding her of something.

After Kuano Huali said a few words to the real person, he waved his hand indifferently, motioning her to go inside quickly.

When Kuano Huali opened the door and walked into the empty church, there was already a person there.

He was half kneeling on the ground, unable to see his face clearly, but he was holding a bowl that was not much different from the one in Caoye Huali's arms.

Kusano Huali could feel the ripples of spell power coming from the bowl placed on the ground, as if the spell equipment was about to be activated.

"You are..." She said almost in a panic, "What did you do to this thing?"

Hearing the voice, the man turned back with difficulty, revealing a tired face.

"Someone sent us a message." Gide, the leader of mimic, said in a hoarse voice, "With this thing, you can go back... to the battlefield that belongs to us. We were deceived."

When they snatched it back, they never expected to provoke a group of devils.

He coughed lowly, looked at the bowl in front of him, and fell down heavily.

Cao Yehuali had no time to take care of him, and was completely focused on the bowl.

The bowl in front of him seemed to be about to shatter. In this unstable state, it was difficult to guarantee whether the magic tool would disappear and the barrier would be successfully lifted, or the spell spirit would be released and wreak havoc within the barrier.

Without time to think more, Kusano Huali raised his hand and pressed it.

If there are five comprehensions, it may only take a moment to destroy this thing.And suppressing the spell spirits that are going to be released only needs to move a little finger.

The current method is to use Kusano Huali to resonate in harmony with the magic tool in front of him, and then split them one by one according to the internal structure.

The counterfeit magic tool crazily absorbed Kusano Huali's magic power, and the feeling that the power in her body was being gradually emptied made her eyes go black.

This feeling is like being squeezed a little bit of the oxygen she needs to survive. Her burden is getting bigger and bigger, and the state of the whole curse spirit is getting worse and worse.

Fortunately, at the moment Kusano Huali's spell power was exhausted, the spell tool was successfully destroyed.

Feeling that she had lost her strength, she heaved a sigh of relief, and when she was about to withdraw her hand from the fake and just hold the bowl and pour it on the spot, an accident happened.

The discarded spell tool lit up and climbed up along the finger she pressed on it.

Only then did Kusano Huali realize belatedly that she seemed to have been tricked by a rope.

She was dragged into this half-finished field that belonged to the underground magic spirit and he created.

When Kusano Huali appeared, it was accompanied by a horrifying blow, and the crackling sound of space being penetrated.

She was already exhausted, her legs were weak and she was holding her own bowl, panting restrainedly, trembling from her hair to her lips, but she still struggled to find a sliver of reason to look at this strange environment.

In the next second, her position collapsed like a crash.

The curse spirits who had been restrained for thousands of years like beasts quickly or slowly noticed the movement here, and all looked towards her position.

Huge malice then roared, wrapped in surging mana fluctuations, like tangled swarms of bees, and like swarms of ants gathered densely in this direction.

But Kusano Huali could clearly realize that her spell power was running out.

There were bursts of blackness in front of my eyes, and the sweat that flowed down had already soaked the clothes on my back, accumulating layers of dark marks, the sequelae of excessive consumption of mana were still continuing, and the buzzing in my head was like a broken radio Keep circling.

Only the instinct belonging to the side of the curse spirit sounded the alarm, reminding her that the breath of the same kind was getting stronger and closer.

Can't let them go up.Never let them go up!

The obsession to "survive" that left her sanity thousands of years ago and remains to this day was replaced by a new obsession in the running of the gears, and somewhere there was a sound of a tight fit.

The locks of the shackles were torn apart again, and then fell apart, and something that had been stuffed at the bottom surged up from below.

The magic power on the other side, which had been suppressed for thousands of years, started to work. After the shackles were released, the second core of magic power, the red eye, also lit up at this moment.

The moon hanging on the ground gradually climbed up, and in the eyes of Kuano Huali, there was a touch of madness when the limit was approaching.

"The domain is unfolding." Facing thousands of ghost-like spirits rushing towards her, she half-kneeled on the ground and said hoarsely, "The realm of no hindrance."

The space began to distort at that moment, sending out the last struggle to be torn apart, and the last light in her eyes from the moon above was swallowed by the boundless tide of curse spirits.

She should not be able to hear anything, but thousands of sharp shouts sounded in her ears, tearing away her last sanity.

Kusano Huali closed her eyes, and then all sounds and sights fell into silence.

The deadly black mantra spewed out from the bowl held tightly by Kusano Huali, and rolled towards the attacking mantra.

Kneeling half-kneeling in the vortex of mantra, held up by the black hair, Kusano Pear tightly pursed her lips, her white-gold hair curled and fluttered in the airflow from bottom to top, and the dress at the edge fluttered It looked like it was about to be blown away by such a violent wind.

The world is like an empty stage with the curtain removed in an instant, or like a silent seabed submerged by waves, suddenly only black and white are left.

The blue moon that was originally hanging high in the sky was surrounded, and was replaced by a pale, hollow sun under the squeeze of the swirling mantra, symbolizing the birth domain formed by the forced gathering of the mantra power in this place. Fields of wild pears are fully covered.

The surging wild beasts lost all their ability to move at that moment, like statues that were suddenly petrified, some movements were still frozen in midair, and the ferocious look on their faces did not fade away.

Their bodies were devoured bit by bit by the thick spell power that struck again, and they sank as if they were submerged in a swamp. In the end, only a flat black was left.

And the spread of the wave of mana did not stop.

A black wave passed through the stilled mantra.With Kusano Huali's fingertips, the dark barrier instantly swept away towards the sky.

She opened her eyes.

The waves that were still rolling outward stopped, turned inward, and finally crawled at her feet like a tamed beast.

The author has something to say:

I have been thinking about this handsome scene for a long time!

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Hanging hindrance=罣问, Buddhist language, if I remember correctly, it should come from the Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra, with a jjxx wind, hehe.