The villain is in trouble

For Onimai Tsuji, leaving was an easy task.

The impressive appearance cannot stay in other people's minds for a long time, no one knows his origin, and the person who received his blood can't tell his name; the clinic even snatched it at will on a certain night at the beginning What's more, he is no longer afraid of the sun, and his activity time and scope have increased significantly.

After telling Maoshu his destination, he ran away overnight, and instead of going directly to Yokohama, he diverted to Shinjuku, where he bought three identities from a black intermediary.

The man he coveted had sword skills that could cut off the arms of evil spirits in an instant, and he had a powerful aura hidden under his handsome face. This reminded him of the nightmarish swordsman who made him escape in embarrassment hundreds of years ago.

It's impossible to go directly to the door, just like when you were a ghost who was in the human society, but now it is a curse spirit that can't be distinguished like a human being. Naturally, Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou will not act recklessly, but made up his mind to enter as a normal person. Yokohama, watch Yoshida Matsuyo carefully again.

Shenming Fukami: Never OOC!How could the King of Scrap Ghosts go straight up recklessly!

"But it feels like things happened so intensively in a short period of time." He said thoughtfully in a deserted small restaurant with no customers.

At this time, it was already the third day that Maoshu came to the door, and Guiwu Tsuji had already started to move to Yokohama secretly while continuing to do bad things. Because it was not long and he did not join the group, so compared with other vests, he Still too busy.

Of course, the most idle person is actually the main body, the owner of a mediocre shop that has not appeared in the sight of any power, no one cares about it.

Although they are all divine names.

"Indeed." The system said.

"I found that you are always agreeing with me, system." Godname Fukami said, "It's really an excellent support."

System: "...the system will serve you faithfully."

"You can talk." He stopped talking about this topic, and counted with his fingers up, "Professional teacher Zu Tongmo, ruthless killer Xu, gentle teacher Songyang, cruel dog than ghost Wu Tsuji——Wow, me and You have been bound for less than three months, it's been two fulfilling months." He put down his hand and sighed, "There are so many things to do."

"But, it's also very interesting, isn't it?" the system said, "Whether it's acting or making troubles, you have done a very good job and are very happy."

"It's normal." Shenming Shenjian said frankly without concealing it, "For a traveler like me who embarks on a journey, if I don't do something that kills time and brings fun, I will easily become discouraged." Still smiling, with a brisk tone, "Your existence has given me new entertainment, but the only thing that annoys me is—"

"The villain's mind is just too corrosive."

He sighed: "Even if I am independent, I will play it with my own spirit. I don't think I can't understand them. It's scary. I'm a little worried about whether I will be smart."

"I have an undamaged primary psychological counseling function here." The system said in a serious manner, "It is stated in the contract. You can try it."

"I don't really believe in the healing effect of AI on the mind." Shen Ming said sincerely, "But it sounds interesting, and I will try it someday if I am interested." He leaned on the table and propped his cheek, "Life , day, be happy—"

The system did not respond to his exclamation.

***

10 month 20 day.

"There's something nice for you to see, Bourbon."

The blond young man with a wheat complexion lowered the corners of his eyes. Facing the excited person in charge, he smiled with great interest and said, "That's really exciting."

They walked down the cold corridor and took the elevator all the way down. The person in charge looked eagerly looking forward to the "good stuff" to see next, but Bourbon's heart was getting heavier.

Before he was notified to come here to meet people, he would never have thought that a newly opened shopping mall could be used as a stronghold for members of the organization—or underground.Maybe look up who built the building and who owns it.

As the elevator descended to the destination, the gravity of body and mind from the ground slowly disappeared, and he suddenly smelled the smell of disinfectant water mixed with air freshener.

"It smells bad." The person in charge said unhappily, and stepped out of the elevator car after the elevator door slowly opened, "Bourbon, don't be too surprised next time." The excited expression appeared again, and he looked like he was about to have fun He ran to the destination, "You are an excellent intelligence officer. When you see it, you will understand why you are given such a mission!"

"Really," said Bourbon vaguely, following him down a white corridor with closed doors on either side.

Frankly speaking, with such a scene and the smell of disinfectant water, a bad premonition similar to "human experiment" emerged in his heart.But at the same time, he also understands that his current status is not enough to get in touch with these.

He was mentally prepared for what he might see next.

After turning a few corners, the field of vision becomes wider.The researchers in white coats and tightly covered their faces turned their heads because of the sound of their footsteps. Seeing that it was the person in charge and a member with a code name at a glance, they turned back uninterested.

Surrounded by them was a room with transparent sides, and the person inside could be clearly seen, a man who was tied to the electric chair with a strap, with a trance-like expression full of horror, as if he had a mental problem.

And in this spacious place, there is not just one such room, there are three side by side, with a distance of half a meter between each other, connected by sealed pipes, and the air between each other is circulated, while in the other three rooms, there is no room. no one but...

Bourbon raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you want to shoot a horror movie with blood flying around?"

In the three rooms, large bloodstains were splashed on the transparent glass, and chairs covered with bloody and fleshy stains could be seen, as well as broken limbs and pieces of flesh that could hardly be distinguished from that part.

shocking.

"Cleaning is too troublesome." The person in charge shrugged, "And those researchers still want to extract things from those things."

He led Bourbon into the last glass room, and the researchers moved impatiently sideways to give them the fullest view of the man in the chair.

Bourbon recognized that the man tied to the chair was a man on the most wanted list in the underground world, and also in the fugitive system of the public security.

"Still alive?" he said in an unexpected tone.

This man had caused huge losses to the Black Organization. As an intelligence officer, he knew the information like the back of his hand, and heard that he happened to be hit by Gin on a mission not long ago. It was a real accident at this moment.

"I was also surprised at first." The person in charge obviously understood what he meant, "But he was handed over to me by Gin himself." The smile on his face was tinged with fanaticism, "He was seriously injured by Gin and then disappeared, Reappearing intact—and there is more than one such person.”

Bourbon realized something and looked towards the other three rooms.

"You should have heard that a man in a certain clinic cured the seriously injured and seriously ill without medicine." The person in charge said excitedly, "We caught these people and learned something."

"What they got was blood and they were given the name of the doctor who asked them not to say the name."

An incredible conjecture emerged in Bourbon's mind.

"Come on, let's see." The person in charge said, motioning the researchers to operate the mechanical platform on the other side.

The researcher steps up to the stage and presses a button.The man on the electric chair trembled, regained consciousness in pain, and stared angrily at them outside.

second button.

Pale yellow psychedelic gas was injected into the glass room through the pipe, the man realized something, his eyes swept over the horrific scenes in other rooms that could be seen clearly, his expression was tinged with fear, his lips moved, opening and closing, like dying fish.

But soon, the fish's eyes became dull.

Even if this is a criminal, it is really vicious... There is no abnormality on Bourbon's face, and he seems to be looking forward to the next development.

The broadcast sounded from the glass room, it was a mechanical inquiry that had been recorded in advance and perhaps repeated many times.

"What's the name of the person who gave you blood? You don't need to answer the last name."

The cold inquiry was repeated three times.

Like a puppet, the man on the electric chair opened his mouth stiffly.

"The person who gave me blood is Wu Mi—ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" His body twisted and swelled.

Bourbon gasped for breath.

The person in charge and the researchers were so excited that their faces were flushed and their movements were a little uncoordinated.

In almost an instant, the ferocious ghost hand exploded from the inside of the man's body, viciously dug out his heart, and then exploded together with his body!

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

The blood and flesh splashed on the glass was sticky and slid down slowly due to gravity, but Bourbon looked away and said, "It's a bit disgusting."

His tone was disgusted, and the person in charge didn't care. Instead, he smiled tolerantly and said, "Look, as long as you say your name, you will die, just like a curse."

"There are a lot of supernatural beings in Yokohama, and there is also a world of magic in Japan, so the organization is very interested in such strange people." The person in charge continued, "Bourbon, you have to work hard, find that doctor as soon as possible. "

"Okay." Bourbon put his hands in his pockets, "What's that man's full name?"

"—Ghost Dance Tsuji Wumi." The person in charge said with a smile.

***

At 11 am on November 12, in Yokosuka City, south of Yokohama, on a secluded street near the suburbs.

Pat, clack, clack...

The sound of heels knocking on the ground can be heard far away at night, because most of the residents in this area are night workers and single dispatch employees. Even though the sound was amplified by the silence, no one opened the doors and windows to criticize.

The noise maker, the man, was walking slowly in the alley, and the moonlight poured down through the narrow gap, illuminating his clean and tidy suit, his shiny leather shoes, and his lower half that was covered by a top hat Face.

It was an extremely elegant and leisurely posture, which set off his behavior of walking before dawn in style.

The man left the alley, casually glanced at the full moon in the sky, didn't know what he was thinking, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, and continued to walk forward.

But soon, he stopped.His eyes fell on a silver-gray car parked in front of the residence on the side of the street.

As if noticing his sight, the window of the driver's seat was lowered, and the driver wearing a hood smiled politely at him, with pale golden hair protruding from under the hood, and those purple-gray eyes were smiling .

The man who stopped took another step, walking towards his residence with a blank expression.

"Crack."

The door was pushed open, and the driver who got out followed him.