Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

"So mysterious?"

Bai Ji'an said, "Don't say that. Although it does sound like a fantasy now, the emperors of all dynasties were not mediocre people who simply coveted worldly glory and wealth. Everything is possible. If we go back a thousand years, people back then would not have thought that we are living a completely different life than we did back then."

"That's right." Ventus agreed. "If everyone thought that something couldn't happen, there wouldn't be so many weird, useful and useless inventions."

"You're really persistent." Ryo Kuriyama shook his head.

Could it really be so good to live forever? He couldn't understand.

"Don't make up your mind yet." He Wei reminded, "The above is just our speculation, there is no concrete evidence."

"Then find a way to prove it."

He Wei looked at Bai Jianan with a warning look: "You put yourself in danger every time. Don't you have any other options?"

Bai Ji'an said innocently: "I haven't said what method I'm going to use yet."

"For what?"

"Use me..."

"Bai Ji'an!"

He knew that Bai Ji'an was planning to expose his position and lure the "Lord of Spades" into the trap!

The opponent's specific strength is unknown. Does he dare to be more reckless?

"I haven't finished yet." Bai Ji'an said helplessly, "Use the information we have."

Although he really couldn't think of any particularly good way to deal with the "Spade Lord" at the moment, it was better to scare them with information than to sit and wait for death.

Meanwhile, in Kyoto, Japan.

The "Black Spade Master" had his eyes covered with a cloth, and was standing in the center of the ring, holding a bloody black-and-red samurai sword in his right hand.

He kicked the dead body lying on the ground with his bare feet and shouted, "Next."

After these words were spoken, the first person in a line of people standing by the ring raised his samurai sword and walked onto the stage with an expressionless face.

Afterwards, the sharp blades on the stage collided with each other, making clanging sounds, sometimes crisp and sometimes harsh.

"Hey." The man with the ghost mask on his shoulder whispered to his companion beside him, "Whose number is this?"

The companion looked down at the five fingers spread out, hesitated for a moment, and said, "The eighth one."

The ghost-faced man frowned, staring at the identical clones standing guard beside the ring, and said, "I don't think he will stop until they are all killed."

"Hopefully he's just the guy who wants to kill him."

Hearing this, the ghost-faced man's heart sank, and he said in shock: "He dares to touch us?!"

The companion took a deep breath, turned his head and looked at the gloomy-faced Fujiwara elder sister who had been called by the "Black Spade Master" to watch the battle from the beginning, and sighed: "Who knows?"

I came here even though I didn't want to.

Based on their understanding of Fujiwara no Second in Command, if this happened in the past, no matter who said it, he would not believe it.

The knife flashed down and blood splattered.

The ghost-faced man looked at the ninth fallen clone and felt nauseous with goosebumps all over his body.

He is clearly an independent individual with consciousness just like a human being, but he is treated as a scarecrow and a wooden stake for sword practice.

In half an hour, he killed nine clones one by one like livestock without even blinking an eye.

Ever since that day, the man on the stage came to the Fujiwara Group, there has not been a single day where they felt at ease.

This person is the first one who has stepped into their territory and threatened everyone here.

"Hey." The ghost-faced man stroked his arm and asked, "When will the boss come?"

His companion looked at him strangely and said, "Are you scared silly? The big boss has his own territory, and here the second in command has always been the boss."

"Nonsense, I've been here for five years, how could I not know who's in charge here? I just think that the second in command can't control this man, so I hope the first in command can come over, at least we can be safe."

"Come on, have some ambition. Don't be like that loser from Tokyo. I could see him trembling all over from a distance."

The man with the ghost mask stretched his neck to look, and saw Nakagawa Yuki sitting on the left side of Fujiwara Sarana with a livid face.

"You said I look like him?" The ghost-faced man quickly took out a small mirror from his trouser pocket and looked at himself. Then he put it back and said, "Don't disgust me. My face doesn't look like his."

As he finished speaking, there was a commotion behind him.

The man with the ghost mask turned around and saw his brothers who had gone to Russia to carry out a mission a few days ago squeezing in from the crowd.

Seeing his panic, the ghost-faced man muttered in confusion: "What happened?"

"Failed." said the companion.

"what?"

"The Moscow mission."

Remembering that the mission was closely related to the man on the stage, the ghost-faced man exclaimed: "What!"

In an instant, everyone's eyes turned to him. The ghost-faced man twisted his stiff neck, and the man on the stage raised his hand and waved it, shaking off the blade while reaching out to tear off the cloth in front of him.

Thinking his life was in danger, the man with the ghost face rolled his eyes and fainted in the crowd.

The cold eyes of "Kurobuta" swept across the faces of everyone in the Fujiwara group, and finally settled on the person next to Fujiwara Sarana.

"came back."

He raised the long sword, put it into the exquisite scabbard, and stepped down.

The man who came to report looked at his face, a ghostly smile showing under his venomous snake-like eyes.

It is so eerie and chilling.

"What's wrong?" "The Spade Master" stretched out his bloody hand and beckoned to him, "Where is the information hidden by that woman?"

The man lowered his eyes and stared at his pale hand. Suddenly, a drop of blood fell to the ground.

pat!

The man's legs went weak and he sat down on the ground with a thud.

Lord Spade narrowed his eyes, turned his head and asked, "What happened to your people recently?"

Why do I feel like I’ve seen a ghost when I see him? I either faint or fall down.

"You're asking me?" Fujiwara Sarana glanced at the clones waiting to be slaughtered by him under the ring, "But you, why did you suddenly bring a group of monsters that look exactly the same?"

Want to threaten or intimidate her?

Or is it just to scare the monkeys?

"what can I do?"

The "Black Spade Master" threw the knife on Nakagawa Yuuki's leg, turned around and sat on the table between the two of them, facing one of the greatest works of his life.

"It's just a scientist who is so obsessed with studying miracles that he can't help showing off his work to his friends."

"Works?" Fujiwara Sarana turned her head to look at him, her right hand pointing directly at the pile of corpses in the corner, "Is this how you treat your own works?"

The Spade Master showed an innocent expression and asked, "Any questions?"

This is how he has dealt with defective products since he made the first clone.

Fujiwara Sarana said coldly: "No problem, but from now on if you want to kill someone, just do it yourself, don't call me."

Seeing her getting up to leave, "Black Spade Master" grabbed the knife from Nakagawa Yuuki's arms and held it in front of Fujiwara Sarana.

Seeing this, the Fujiwara group guarding the door immediately became nervous.

The people behind him were ready to go, but the Spade Master didn't seem to notice and remained calm. Instead, he moved his wrist and tapped Fujiwara Sarina's collarbone with his scabbard, and said calmly, "Sit down."