He picked up a piece of white cloth and gently wiped the blood off the sword. He had an expressionless face. He glanced at Fangzi's location in the distance, threw the white cloth lightly, and slowly left the scene.
The moment he turned around, he saw the bright red rag on the back of Ooue. At that moment, the three corpses exploded violently with a "bang"!
"Being able to increase the memory power of the Masquerade to this level, this time, Onoue Takumi has aroused my strong interest." Zi chuckled, slowly turned around and left the spot.
"Onoue..."
After taking a complicated look at Onoue's back, Sudo Kirihiko shook his head and also followed Zeko and left quickly.
After returning home, Onoue put down the dagger in his hand, and a trace of sadness appeared between his brows.
"Xiaohe..."
The past scenes kept coming to his mind, no matter what Onoue had done.
He is still his son...
Being in a foreign land, Onoue misses everything in the past, his wife, Mai, and the son he never had...
Onoue himself was not a bloodthirsty person, but after Hattori's words that he would have no descendants, he could no longer suppress his instinctive killing intent and launched the most fierce counterattack.
His emotions were surging, and Ooue could no longer suppress his inner desires. He quickly picked up the dagger and began to dance quickly in the room.
Under the control of Tail, the dagger danced quickly like a flexible venomous snake, very gracefully, and the speed of each sword was unimaginable! Even though the area inside the house was so small, Tail's sword did not destroy anything in the house.
Although he lost the power of light, Oogami's skills were always retained, and his honed fighting skills were perfectly displayed at this moment.
The cold light was shining, the figures were dancing, and the sweat was constantly splashing in the house, showing that Onoue's inner emotions were constantly surging at the moment.
"We need to speed up our research on memory."
An hour later, Ooue, whose whole body was already soaked with sweat, spoke while panting heavily.
The next morning, in the president's office of the Sono Group, the monthly performance summary was routine. Just as Onoue handed in this month's report, Zi suddenly said, "Onoue, you and Wakarai have been getting along well recently."
Onoue, who had no idea what Koko meant by this, remained silent and did not comment.
The boy didn't care about this and said to himself: "My sister has always been competitive. When she saw me praising Kirihiko several times, she couldn't help but feel competitive. So don't take some things too seriously."
"That's natural, miss."
Onoue said calmly that even if Zi didn't hit him, he wouldn't deliberately provoke Princess Ruolai. After all, it was impossible for him to change himself to Yuanqiao.
"Haha, it's great that you think this way. By the way, your memory is still masquerade, right? Based on your performance during this period, you can apply for a new memory configuration."
Museum salesmen are basically equipped with a special memory, masquerade. Compared with other memories, this memory only enhances physical strength and part of the defense ability, but it has less toxins. Moreover, after certain surgical treatments, a complete memory can be replaced at any time at the original human body socket position.
"Regarding the memory, I have actually taken a fancy to a memory that is sold on the black market. If Miss Zi allows me, please let me hunt down the owner of the memory."
Black market memories are memories that are not sold through the museum's sales network. They include some incomplete experimental memories or memories that are privately processed by museum staff. Compared with regular sales of memories, black market memory sales have always been a target of crackdowns by the Yuan family.
"Oh, I see. What kind of memory piques the interest of someone like you?"
The child blinked, revealing a hint of curiosity.
"Well, the target I want to hunt is... .eather."
Onoue said with a smile and his eyes narrowed, and his words seemed to show that he did not take Isaka Shinkouro seriously.
In fact, choosing the weather memory was a decision that Onoue had considered for a long time. After all, compared to other memories, this memory had many similarities with his past self in terms of ability usage. Instead of exploring a new type of memory, it would be better to get the weather memory first.
At this moment, the whole office was silent for a long time, and finally Zihaha laughed: "Interesting, you actually targeted that famous memory, interesting, then let me see your methods."
The son laughed strangely, while Onoue scratched his head and laughed as well...
After finishing the meeting with his son, Onoue returned home, picked up the memory in his hand, gritted his teeth, and as if he had made up his mind, he took a memory toxin obtained from the research institute and suddenly inserted it into his neck...
A week later, at Isaka Medical Clinic.
"Well, I heard from you, Doctor, that you can treat diseases related to memory..."
Onoue pleaded with the doctor in charge of the clinic in pain. Even though he was over 40 years old, the doctor was well maintained and didn't look his age at all. He was the real owner of the clinic, Isaka Shinkoro.
"Memory? You got the wrong person."
Isaka Fukuro shook his head and said that it was obviously not an introduction by a relevant person, or a target that he had taken a fancy to. Isaka Fukuro was usually very cautious, so he rejected Onoue's request outright.
"Doctor, please help me. My condition is very serious."
After taking out the memory of the Masquerade, Onoue quickly inserted it into his neck, turned it into a screw head shape, and walked in front of Isaka Shinkoro.
"This...toxin..."
With just one glance, one could tell the extent of the toxin corrosion in Onoue's body, which aroused Isaka Shinkuro's interest. Why could such a large amount of toxins be produced with just the memory of the masquerade
With a hint of strong interest, Isaka Shinkuro smiled and said, "Since you have come to this point, I will reluctantly check it out for you. Follow me."
Lying on the hospital bed, Isaka Shinkuro began to take out a bunch of tools and check the location of the Onoue memory socket.
Toxins of this magnitude...
Isaka Shinkuro almost gasped. Even for himself, the toxins accumulated in his body were only this much. How could this young man, using an ordinary masquerade memory, produce such a huge amount of toxins and still remain so calm
Just as Isaka Shinkuro put his hand on the socket of Oogami's neck and was conducting various inspections, something strange happened!
The huge amount of memory toxins was actually introduced into a memory socket on the outside of his body through Isaka Shinkoro's instrument!
"this... "
He could not help but take a few steps back. The memory poison corroded Isaka Shinkuro stared at Onoue: "You..."
"It's also thanks to the fact that you have so many experimental sockets on your body that I have the opportunity to take advantage of it. Otherwise, I really can't deal with the users of the Eather memory." Oue walked down from the bed very calmly, revealing a mischievous smile and said.
In order to make this large amount of toxins completely flawless, Onoue spent almost a week at home enduring the pain of memory toxins eroding his body, all for today's fatal blow.
"hateful!"
Izaka Shinkuro, who had never thought of such a sneak attack, could not help but step back a few steps and took the weather memory from his arms. However, a cold light flashed, and in an instant, the short sword in Ogami's hand was taken out at some point, and the hand holding the memory was cut off in an instant.
Without giving any time to counterattack or think, Onoue swung his dagger quickly. Even though Isaka Shinkouro was very powerful in his memory state, he was now corroded by the memory toxin and one of his arms was broken, so he had almost no ability to resist Onoue.
Onoue has no sympathy for the doctor in front of him. No matter now or in the future in the original work, the people he has harmed are far more than just Terui's family. From the countless memory sockets on his body, we can tell how many lives have been lost on his ambitious road.
The blood dyed the medical center red. Isaka Shinkuro, who tried to take out other memories, was unable to resist Onoue at this moment.
With the final slash of the sword, Isaka Shinkuro's head with wide eyes fell to the ground. All his ambitions turned to ashes today.
(To be continued)