New Show Time

As CCG expected, after he inhaled CRc gas, his RC cell regeneration rate was curbed.Coupled with the overdrawn physical fitness from fighting Arima Kisho, it is almost close to his weakest time now.

The price of passing the second level of the hell mode, it seems that being able to remain free is already a great blessing.

After the CRc gas is filtered by the body's immune system, it probably won't be long before the ability to move can be restored.

"When we got here, we almost got rid of it completely." Weston looked back behind him.

Then it was time to find a doctor.

Looking at his scarlet abdomen, the investigation team avoiding the investigators all the way had no time to take any emergency measures. This wound left by Kisho Arima was his biggest trouble at the moment.

In addition to the side effects of that battle, auditory hallucinations sometimes appear in the ears after completely relaxing-the sage time, which is also a very rare experience.

"Identity certificates, money, and maps..." Weston looked around, this wild country...although it is a good place to avoid CCG, but at the same time, it will also be divorced from society if it goes on like this.

Originally, the original plan to come to this world was to go to the antique coffee shop to develop smoothly and start... It's just that the position where he came to this world is too bad.However, it's not too much of a failure, is it?

And this...

Weston looked down at Arima Kisho's arm, which was a spoil from the hell boss Arima Kisho.If there are enough resources for research in the future, he is confident that he can study the structure of Arima Kisho from this arm.

Now that he has escaped from the hell mode, the next step should not be too simple.

"Then... the rest is long enough." Weston barely stood up while supporting the tree trunk, and walked to the mountain road on foot, holding on to the guardrail with one hand and hitchhiking with the other in European and American movies.

During the night now, it would be great if there is a kind person who just got off work and is going home to give him a ride.

A few minutes later, he walked for a while, and came to a potholed road halfway up the mountain.

Less than a hundred meters to his left is a cemetery, where fragmentary whispers emanate.

"Please bless me and Hina..."

It seems that he just finished talking with the dead...Weston thought to himself.

He hid beside a tree trunk and looked at the figure in that direction. From the silhouette of the back, it seemed that it was a woman.

Weston decided to follow her up. She was going to leave this barren mountain, so there must be a car, right?Now that he is a tourist who was injured while climbing a mountain, a kind woman will definitely carry him.

He was thinking like this, when suddenly there was a sound.

"Who?" The female figure suddenly turned around.

Weston immediately hid in surprise, allowing the trunk to cover his entire body.

"No?" She patted her chest: "Let's go back quickly, that kid Hina should be waiting."

She took a last look at the big tree that Weston was leaning against, and there was a strong smell of blood... With deep timidity, she walked to the mountain road from the other side, and her figure gradually walked towards the forest road.

Weston heaved a sigh of relief and came out of the woods.When he came to her original tombstone, he was suddenly taken aback.

"This is..." Weston looked down at the front of the tombstone. Next to the bottle with the small yellow flowers, the soft soil seemed to have just been buried, and a corner of the iron plate was exposed out of the soil.

He curiously pushed aside the dirt, and a few seconds later, a mask covering half of his face appeared, and Weston looked slightly surprised.

Ghoul?

No... this mask seems a little familiar.

Weston took out the information he got from Mado Akatsuki's desk in his pocket, and compared it with this mask.

No. 696, Dikou...

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Forest mountain road.

Behind a black car, a teenager wearing a blindfold was carrying a black bag and threw the bag into the trunk with difficulty.

"Mr. Sifang, is this enough?"

The boy looked at the vicissitudes of life man in the windbreaker in front of him, but the other party didn't respond to his words.

"Mr. Sifang? Well, that's..."

It was the woman Weston was following that their eyes were fixed on.She was dressed as a housewife, with shawls and chestnut soft long hair, and some relief and timidity in her eyes.

"Ah, I didn't expect to meet here. Mr. Sifang and Mr. Kaneki." The woman walked in front of the so-called 'Sifang' and 'Kaneki'.

"What is Miss Liangzi doing here so late?" Kaneki asked curiously.

"Oh, this..."

Sifang next to him had shown a terrifying look in his eyes, which made Mrs. Ryoko a little embarrassed.

"It's really careless of you to walk alone like this. I recently came to the [-]th District to investigate. After your husband was discovered as a ghoul, you should know that you are also among their suspects. "Sifang said with a frown.

This kind of irresponsible behavior not only exposed her alone, but the antique coffee shop may also be exposed.

"I know...but this is my last time." Mrs. Liangzi said with a wry smile.

Sifang looked at her expressionlessly, waiting for her reason.

"I thought that if I don't put that person down, I won't be able to move forward in my future life. If I always act like a baby, that child Hina will not be able to act like a baby. No matter what, I have to cheer up. So this time... It's the last farewell."

"Forget it... as long as you know clearly." Sifang was silent for a while: "Get in the car first. We should go back!"

"Yes."