Quicklime caught the eye.
The pain spread instantly.
Even if the other party can no longer be called a 'human', such pain is unbearable for the other party.
However, compared to ordinary people, this serial killer who twisted his mind fired several shots at Ryosuke's position the moment the pain started.
bang bang bang!
When raising the quicklime, Ryosuke turned his head and turned sideways.
The bullet hit the wall behind him, and the splashed cement slag caused pain in the back of Ryosuke's head and neck.
However, it was the chest that hurt even more.
He was shot.
Not the heart.
But the lung lobe was punctured.
Ryosuke could even feel the blood gushing in his chest.
The pain was far more severe than before.
However, Ryosuke was unmoved.
He quickly pulled another gun from under his arm and pulled the trigger.
bang bang bang!
A shot between the eyebrows.
One shot to the left chest.
One shot to the right chest.
The serial killer fell to the ground, disbelief in his quicklime-smeared eyes.
Why does Ryosuke still have a gun
Until death, the other party didn't understand.
"idiot!"
"A man is born with a gun."
Ryosuke coughed while talking.
Blood kept gushing from his mouth.
He should be dying soon, right
Such a serious injury, even if sent to the hospital now, it is very difficult to save.
Even if he is saved, there is a high probability that he will be disabled.
He didn't want to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair and had to be helped to go to the toilet.
That was a bit too miserable.
Might as well just die like this.
Even if...
I'm a little sorry Jason.
It's a cover up.
This time I have to become a scapegoat.
Sorry!
Ryosuke felt a deep apology in his heart.
Then, darkness came.
Ryosuke lost consciousness.
…
Light.
A faint halo passed through the eyelids, making Ryosuke wake up.
I am not dead
or dead
Where is this
Santuchuan
When Ryosuke woke up, such information naturally popped up in his mind.
If he hadn't been exposed to the 'mysterious side', Ryosuke would probably think he was in the hospital at this time.
But after touching it, Ryosuke's thoughts have long drifted.
I became a ghost, shouldn't I be an evil ghost
If it is a ghost, will it be judged
You should be able to meet your parents and younger sister, right
I hope my parents and sister can forgive me.
In the erratic thoughts, Ryosuke was full of anxiety.
Just at this time-
"When you wake up, sit up."
With a slightly familiar voice, Ryosuke was taken aback for a moment, then he turned his head and saw a handsome face.
Tsuchimikadomoto!
Ryosuke is quite familiar with this person.
It's just that such familiarity is definitely not positive.
He doesn't like this man.
Not only because of the opponent's disregard for life, but also because of the opponent's secret layout.
Although the other party should have an unusual relationship with Jason, Ryosuke just doesn't like it.
Undoubtedly, such an expression was shown on Ryosuke's face.
"Is this how you treat your savior?"
Tsuchimikado Moto held a folding fan in his hand, and tapped his palm lightly, with a soft and warm voice.
Savior
He saved me
Ryosuke was taken aback.
Later, Ryosuke found that his ankles were no longer in pain, and his lungs no longer felt the same. Apart from feeling a little tired, his whole body was almost free of any injuries.
"Onmyoji?"
Ryosuke asked subconsciously.
"if not?"
Tsuchimikado asked back.
Such a rhetorical question made Ryosuke fall into embarrassment.
Not only is there the embarrassment of knowingly asking, but more of it is the embarrassment of not knowing how to face Tsuchimikadomoto.
He hates each other.
The other party saved him.
Naturally, he wanted to express his gratitude, but because he hated it, this kind of gratitude would become very hypocritical, which he didn't want to see.
Ryosuke hopes that the thanks are sincere.
It's just that he couldn't deceive his own heart.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man fell into a dilemma again.
What's more, it's a life-saving grace.
It's not enough to say a few words to thank you.
Ryosuke frowned tightly, and finally said like this——
"How much did it cost you to save me, tell me, I will pay you back three times."
"You saved my life, I owe you two, and I will pay you back."
"besides… "
"Thank you, thank you."
It was extremely difficult, and a stuttering voice came from Ryosuke's mouth.
The corners of Moto Tsuchimikado's mouth turned up, revealing a beautiful smile.
The onmyoji opened his folding fan and shielded his face, revealing his slender eyes, admiring Ryosuke's embarrassment.
That's right, it's appreciation.
Especially when he thinks about how the other party left his mansion angrily and stubbornly before.
The scene in front of him made him feel even more interesting.
Still stubborn.
But, mixed with embarrassment, it was really fun.
Under Tsuchimikadomoto's gaze, Ryosuke became more and more awkward.
He can't wait to open the car door and get out of here now.
It's just that Moto Tsuchimikado hasn't told him how much it cost, so he needs to wait patiently.
"no need."
"I'm just helping my lord avoid unnecessary trouble."
"This is what a retainer should do."
Moto Tsuchimikado waved his hand, with a look of indifference, his tone was so understated.
But the more this happened, the more uncomfortable Ryosuke was.
"Jason?"
Ryosuke asked tentatively.
"if not?"
Tsuchimikado asked rhetorically, habitually.
Ryosuke was silent.
He owed a favor again.
Great favor.
How should he pay it back
Ryosuke thought about it.
At this time, Tsuchimikado Moto spoke again.
"As the lord's retainer, I need to remind you: don't involve my lord in those disgusting disputes—this is the first time, and I hope it will be the last time."
"If it happens again..."
Tsuchimikadomoto elongated his tone, and there was a hint of coldness in his slender and beautiful eyes.
It was a cold light like a blade.
It made Ryosuke shudder.
Ryosuke almost subconsciously bowed and agreed.
However, at the last moment, Ryosuke held back.
"You know what happened?"
Ryosuke asked.
"Know some."
"The organization formed by a group of guys who are both referees and athletes quickly grew in the dark side, and then their ambitions began to expand."
"finally?"
Moto Tsuchimikado sneered, and did not continue.
Became both a referee and an athlete
I mean both the police and the...
Ryosuke is not a fool, so he quickly realized it.
His brows were tightly knit together.
Far more wrinkled than before.
With Tsuchimikadomoto's reminder, Ryosuke has already thought of enough things.
"The one just now?"
Ryosuke asked the doubts in his heart.
"Corpse."
"Or... ghouls."
"He, no, it's something in between."
"There are both yin and yang techniques and alchemy, and so-called technology is involved in it, creating a kind of monster-the stinking pollution pollutes the world."
When mentioning the guy who was clearly a policeman but became a serial killer, Moto Tsuchimikado looked disdainful.
"Is it supposed to be made?"
Ryosuke was taken aback.
"certainly."
"Otherwise how would it appear?"
"After those guys' ambitions swell, they not only hope to have a limited control over the present world, they also want to have a hand in the other world... Hehe."
Moto Tsuchimikado sneered again.
Then, the onmyoji put away the fan.
Snapped!
Amidst the crisp sound, the onmyoji looked at Liangjie squarely.
"Talking so much to you is just telling you."
"These things are not something you can participate in."
"Especially when my lord is involved, you should know what to do."
Tsuchimikadomoto said word by word.
Then, the car stopped.
As soon as the door opened, Ryosuke saw the car he was riding before.
"I've wiped away the traces for you."
"The rest is for you to return to the 'Glowing Cooking Booth'."
With that said, Moto Tsuchimikado made a gesture of invitation.
Ryosuke walked straight out of the car.
The car didn't stop.
As soon as the door was closed, it drove quickly into the night.
Ryosuke frowned, watching the car.
It wasn't until the car disappeared completely that Ryosuke rode on the car and headed towards the 'luminous cooking kiosk'.
The wind blowing head-on didn't make Ryosuke's brows relax.
Instead, his face was almost wrinkled together.
What should he do
Really just pull back and leave nothing
But if this is the case, what is his previous persistence
But if we continue to manage it, what if other people are involved again
The more I think about it, the more irritable I become.
Ryosuke could not wait to shout loudly.
But in the end, he could only pedal the bicycle hard twice.
…
"My lord, will the officer give up?"
The partition separating the front row and the rear row fell slowly, and the waiter sitting in the co-pilot seat turned his head to look at his master and asked.
This nominal waiter is actually a retainer of Tsuchimikado Moto.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to ask at this time.
An ordinary waiter who dared to ask such a question would have been beaten to death long ago.
"Ranmaru, what do you think?"
Tsuchimikado asked the habitual rhetorical question.
"I don't think so."
"Because, that officer just doesn't seem to give up."
"Even if he encounters a dilemma, he will definitely work hard to overcome it."
Ranmaru replied.
In fact, if Ryosuke would give up, Arashimaru would not have asked.
"Then what do you think he will do?"
Tsuchimikado continued to ask.
"this… "
Ranmaru hesitated slightly.
Not that he didn't know the answer.
Rather, he had already thought of the most appropriate answer.
Just this answer, a bit unrealistic.
"Boldly say it."
Moto Tsuchimikado encouraged this very young retainer.
"suspended animation!"
Ranmaru gave his answer.
Tsuchimikadomoto smiled and nodded.
"good."
"Besides suspended animation, what else can he choose?"
"Since Ryosuke is dead, the Lord will naturally not be involved."
Tsuchimikado Moto said softly.
Lan Wan nodded, and then the young man was taken aback for a moment.
It seemed, as if, all of this was arranged by my lord.
Did the lord already have such a plan
Involuntarily, doubts appeared on Lan Wan's face.
"My lord has my lord's plans. As a retainer, I naturally have to share my lord's worries, especially for people like Ryosuke. It's better to leave the lord's side as soon as possible."
"But now, a practice that doesn't hurt the peace and takes into account the face of the lord is what we, as retainers, have to learn."
Moto Tsuchimikado graciously admitted.
Ranmaru nodded thoughtfully.
Then, the retainer of Tsuchimikadomoto sat upright on the co-pilot.
"I will study hard."
"For the lord and Lord Jason."
Ranmaru said loudly.
Tsuchimikado laughed.
He believed that Ranmaru would.
After all, Arashimaru grew up in his family.
He knew all too well what this young man was thinking.
I also know the character of this young man too well.
Everything will develop as he envisioned.
"My lord's power is still too weak."
"My own family is not enough."
"More development is needed..."
Tsuchimikadomoto thought.
Naturally, he thought of the person he was about to meet.
Crack, clap.
The folded fan hit the palm again and again.
The crisp sound is very rhythmic.
Lanwan immediately held his breath and concentrated, he knew very well that this was the appearance of the lord when he was thinking.
Akamaru, who was driving, also tried to make the car more stable.
The speed of the car did not slow down at all.
Soon, the car arrived at its destination.
A three-story mansion on the outskirts of the Silver District.
The mansion is located on the top of the mountain, and there is a road leading to it. The 'street lights' light up as the car approaches.
Groups of will-o'-the-wisps hung on the tree like this.
Several floating figures walked down from the top of the mountain.
Looking at this scene, Lan Wan couldn't help frowning.
He doesn't like each other's habits.
It's the same even if he comes from an Onmyoji family.
Akamaru
If the lord hadn't said anything, he would have smashed all these things.
When the will-o'-the-wisps lit up, Moto Tsuchimikado stopped thinking.
Seeing the phantom falling down in the distance, Moto Tsuchimikado sighed slightly and shook his head.
"If this ancestor saw the appearance of his descendants, he would probably crawl out of the coffin in anger and beat up such unworthy descendants?"
Tsuchimikado Moto said.
"rest assured."
"Even if he wants to crawl out of the coffin."
"You have to find your own coffin, too."
After Tsuchimikado Moto's words fell, a cold but sarcastic voice sounded in the car.
Ranmaru's hand gripped the handle of the knife in an instant.
Akamaru's eyes were also icy cold.
"Bee, you're still like this."
"Isn't it possible to learn like a normal person?"
Tsuchimikado Moto showed helplessness on his face.
"What is a normal person like?"
"The normal person in my eyes is just like me."
"On the contrary, you are abnormal in my eyes."
In the cold voice, a figure sat opposite Tsuchimikadomoto.
He was a young man in his twenties, wearing a black jacket and an onmyoji cloak outside. His hair was loose and his face was as cold as his voice.
Especially the eyes, seem lifeless and fluctuating.
Ordinary people will feel uncomfortable when they are looked at by these eyes.
But Tsuchimikado did not.
He spread his hands calmly.
"I came here for the 'fear' flag."
"I just want to know what the truth is."
Tsuchimikado Moto said, staring into the eyes of the person sitting across from him.
The latter's lifeless and fluctuating eyes did not change at all under such a gaze.
At the same time, in the 'Glowing Cooking Pavilion', there were bursts of exclamations—
"Ah! This is..."